Taxing Times

1Taxing Times

Capture, rape, humiliation, the first lesson

Copyright Ed Edas 2007 All rights reserved

It was obvious to anyone that Elaine Salvage was angry.  To those that knew her it would have been obvious that she was very angry.  Her blue eyes fairly blazed, the area around her finely chiselled cheek bones was highly coloured and her lips had thinned to a tight scarlet line.  The object of her anger was doing nothing to improve the situation. In fact his slightly mocking smile coupled with the fact that she was having to look up at him was making her even more angry.

       “What part of ‘this is a private car park’ don’t you understand?”, her was voice cold and controlled, but the sarcasm was wasted.

       “If you would only let me speak for a second I will explain.”

       “You explained last week and were only going to be here for a minute, no explanation is necessary or acceptable.”

       As they spoke the man was moving slowly to his right.  It was a gentle manoeuvre designed to place her with her back to the parked van which was the subject of the argument.  She started to speak again but at this point he had finally placed her just where he wanted her to be.  The blow to her stomach travelled only a very short distance but it was delivered by a very fit and powerful man, Elaine gave a strangled squawk and folded with her hands clasped to her middle.  As she did so the sliding panel door of the van flew open, her attacker grasped her shoulders and pushed her backwards.  There were two other big men in the van, they pulled a large stoutly made canvas bag over her head then down to her waist.  They made sure her arms and hands were inside the bag and then secured it tightly round her waist with a buckled strap.  She was pulled into the van, onto the floor which had been covered with a large double mattress. Her attacker slid the  door shut, climbed into the cab and drove out of the car park, as he did so he glanced at his watch.  Just under one minute from start to finish, not bad at all, he thought.

       The van moved out of town onto a main highway and then a motorway, as it did so the men began the next stage in their plan.  Keith, the driver, pulled up on the hard shoulder.  He got out quickly and went to the back of the vehicle, bending down he wrenched off the rear number plate revealing another plate beneath it.  He did the same at the front of the vehicle and then returned to the cab with the detached plates and drove off.  As he did so in the rear of the van one of the men straddled Elaine’s canvas covered torso facing down her body to her feet.  He reached down and began to undo the buckle to the belt holding up the trousers of her expensive pin striped business suit. As he did so she realised what he was doing and in spite of the pain in her stomach managed to flail her legs quite violently.  It didn’t really stop him.  The other occupant of the van moved to his aid and within a few seconds they were gazing in admiration at two, long, slim, perfectly proportioned female legs.

       “Would you look at those then Bob, fucking cracking.”

       “They sure are.  Knickers now?”

       Their victim could just about make out their words and as Bob finished she began to buck frantically beneath him.  The attempt was futile, he merely adjusted the balance of his 100 kg frame while his partner inserted a large hand between her belly and the waist band of some very expensive burgundy panties.  He gave a violent jerk, the flimsy covering ripped apart at the seams exposing a pussy covered with a neatly trimmed patch of blonde pubic hairs.

       “Well what do you know, a natural blonde, cuffs and collar match.”

       Both men grinned at each other and exchanged a ‘high five’.

       “Ankle straps?”

       “Yeah why not, then we can relax and have some fun.”

       They both grinned at each other as Bob slid down her body until his weight trapped her thighs making it almost impossible to move her legs.  The other man quickly fastened two 5cm wide leather straps one round each ankle.  He fixed a chain to each strap with carbine clips and then as Bob gently eased his weight off their captive’s thighs he pulled them apart until her knees were almost three quarters of a metre apart.  He fixed the chains to two load securing hooks on the outside edges of the van floor and sat back to take in the view.  Bob took his weight off the now immobilised woman and looked down at the delightfully obscene display.  He gently trailed the back of his hand and finger tips up first one then the other smooth trembling thigh.  He gave a small sigh of contentment. 

       Inside the sack Elaine struggled to breath. She was crying, her throat was sore from her screams of rage and fright and as the hand stroked her thighs her brain tried to deny the obvious.  She was not stupid, nor was she prone to panic, or jumping to conclusions but at this moment her mind was running scared of the evidence.

       They’re going to rape me.  No that can’t be right, they wouldn’t dare.

       Even as she had the thought Bob placed a hand palm down on her pussy, her thighs twitched as they futilely tried to deny him access, both men smiled.

       “You bat first Alan, I’ll just check the wicket for humidity, like a good groundsman before the match..”

       The index finger of Bob’s hand pushed between the slightly puffy lips and both men smiled at the full throated scream coming from the sack.

       “Noisy wicket, a bit on the dry side though.  I’ll wet it a bit.”

       He removed his hand then leant forward and gathering a mouthful of spit licked his tongue down the length of her cunt.  More screams rang out but Bob replaced his hand and this time his index finger slid easily into her.  He began to move the finger slowly in and out before inserting another and then another until he had three fingers deep in Elaine’s cunt.  Her screams were almost continuous but the two men just grinned at each other. Alan had by now removed his trousers and pants and was kneeling between the smooth thighs stroking his very large and very erect cock. He spat on his hand and wiped it along the full length of the rock hard member.

       “She ready?”

       “Just about.”

       With that Bob removed his fingers and slapped his hand down hard onto Elaine’s totally exposed cunt.  The meaty slapping sound brought a break in the frantic screams.

       “Now slut listen, we are going to have you, yes that’s it, rape you and you can’t stop us, so shut the fuck up, enjoy it if you can, or I’ll slap your cunt black and blue.”  To emphasise the threat he bought his hand down hard and fast.  A muted but very poignant cry of pain could be heard.  Alan moved forward, he trailed the head of his cock up the smooth skin of, first her trembling right thigh, and then the left.  He slid the tip slowly back and forth up the glistening lips of her by now open cunt and then with no further preliminaries drove the full length deep into his helpless victim.  Alan roared with delight, withdrew a little and then lunged forward again.

       “Good mate?”

       “Fucking magic, tight, wet and hot.”

       “Go for it, I’m nearly bursting, my balls feel like they’ll explode.”

       “Right on mate I won’t be able to hold this for long as it’s the first time.  Next time will be longer.”

       With that Alan drove deep into Elaine and began to fuck her savagely, his powerful body slamming into her, shaking her canvas covered torso like a rag doll.  Bob had stripped completely.  He held his own throbbing member in his hand as he watched his friend take his pleasure between the smooth tanned thighs.  He found the contrast between the superbly sexy female limbs and the black canvas covered upper body amazingly erotic and it was with a serious effort of will that he restrained himself from masturbating to an orgasm.

       Elaine screamed and sobbed within the confines of her canvas shroud.  She was soaked in sweat and gasping for breath between screams.  She was not a virgin by any means, a divorcee with several relationships in her past, but Alan’s cock was by far the largest to ever stretch her cunt and the savage way he was pounding into her felt as though he was tearing her apart.  She did not realise the sack over her head had a netting panel in the top to let in air, had she known that her terror would have been just a little less.  As it was her terror, anger, and feelings of physical degradation were overwhelming. 

       Allan continued to pound into his helpless piece of fuck meat, glorying in the tight grip of her cunt round his cock and the smooth skin of her thighs as he slid between them.  He had been fully aroused before he entered her and it wasn’t long before the sperm boiling from his balls sent his nervous system into complete overload.  He roared triumphantly as he deluged Elaine’s cunt with come.  After resting to regain his senses and breath he slowly heaved himself up from between the spread thighs and grinned at Bob.

       “Oooh god what a fuck, what a fuck.  Go on mate give it a go.  It’ll be a bit slippery now but she’s so tight it shouldn’t matter.”

       He moved out of the way and Bob knelt between the trembling pillars of female flesh.  He looked at the exposed pink depths of Elaine’s cunt with the pearls of Alan’s come oozing slowly from it, and grinned.

       “Thanks for the lube job my cock’s so hard it feels like it’s going to burst.”

       He slapped both of the spread thighs with his hand.

       “Ready then you lucky slut here’s another cock just for you,” he smiled at the sobs of anguish coming from the sack and then lowered himself between her legs, resting on one forearm as he guided the tip of his cock between the slippery labia.  He thrust deep into Elaine and sighed with satisfaction as the slick hot walls of her cunt massaged his cock.  He began to thrust slowly but forcefully into the warm wetness surrounding his cock.  Slowly he increased both the depth and speed of his thrusts until the young woman’s body was jerking uncontrollably as the 100kg male drove himself into her.  Alan watched both amused and increasingly more aroused as her knees and thighs flexed open and closed under the ruthless battering of Bob’s body.  As with Alan before him it didn’t take long before Bob’s arse suddenly started to jerk uncontrollably and he too roared with lust as he filled his unwilling victim with his sperm.       

           After a minute or so when Bob had recovered his breath the two men knelt on the mattress on either side of their helpless captive.  Bob looked down at the young woman’s still heaving lower abdomen, the bright pink puffy labia oozing sperm, the infinite allure of the  lithe splayed legs.  He touched his cock, smiled, and looked at Alan.

       “Could you go another?”

       “Yep reckon I could.”

       “Let’s turn her over.”

       “Uhmmn, you thinking what I’m thinking?”

       “Could be.”

       Both men grinned conspiratorially at each other as they leant down and unfastened the chains to Elaine’s ankles.  She had heard the conversation and tried to struggle, but is difficult to fight two men who individually outweigh you by nearly your own weight especially when the top half of your body is constrained in a canvas sack.  With no apparent effort they flipped her onto her belly.  Alan knelt across her torso his knees alongside her rib cage and his backside just clear of her head.  He reached down, put a large hand either side of her waist and pulled her upwards until she rested on her knees with the delightful peach shaped orbs of her arse high in the air.   Bob pushed her feet apart and then used both hands on the inside of her knees to push them apart.  Finally he reattached the chains so that she was pinned firmly in position.  Bob knelt between her lower legs facing Alan, they grinned at each other. Bob began to gently smooth his hands over the perfectly shaped globes, he trailed his hands downwards towards the still trembling thighs and as he did so opened his thumbs away from his fingers and let them trail down the inside of her thighs.  They both heard a whimper from the sack.

       “Don’t worry darling we wont keep you in suspense for long I know you’re dying for some more,” they both laughed uproariously.

       Bob’s hands reversed from their downward path, as he brought them up he used the thumbs to open the crack between the cheeks, exposing the bottom of the still dripping labia and the tight brown/pink bud of her anus.  He bent forward and blew on it gently, there was a shriek from the confines of the sack, followed by a drawn out wail as he first kissed the bud and then began to lick at it.  Elaine tried to raise her head, she shrugged her shoulders as violently as she could trying to dislodge Alan but it was useless, and the tongue probed deeper  into her arsehole.  She had never ever let anyone, lover, her ex husband, anyone touch her there. Her mind ran out of control.

       Noo they can’t, not there, not there, they’re huge, they’ll split me apart.  Then anger.  The bastards, I’ll cut their bollocks off when I get free.

       Bob finished tonguing her ring.  He pushed the index finger of his right hand into her cunt and then brought it slowly back across the small bridge of skin and slowly forced it past the resisting muscle first past one knuckle and then another until most of his finger was buried in her bowel.  He moved forward until his thighs touched hers and then used his left hand to steer his cock into the wet warm depths of her cunt.  After thrusting himself deeply in and out a few times he withdrew his cock from her cunt. He then withdrew his finger from the muscle of her arse hole.  Putting the bulbous head of his cock in it’s stead he began to push gently but remorselessly.   A wail of outrage and despair came from their victim as the muscle dilated before the relentless pressure. 

       As the helmet of his cock disappeared into Elaine’s stretched arsehole Bob sighed and smiled at Alan.  They knelt facing each other, their faces less than a foot apart, Bob slowly but surely forcing the length of his cock into Elaine’s arse as Alan obligingly held her waist and forced her arse towards him.  Alan looked at the blissful expression on Bob’s face.

       “Good?”

       “Good, she’s fucking fantastic what a splendid arse.  Wonder what the tits are going to be like?”

       “If they’re like the rest they should be great.  Just think there’s still a ‘tit fuck’ and a blow job after this hole.  Bloody fantastic.”

       As he spoke Bob finally reached the point where his balls were touching the cheeks of Elaine’s arse.  He withdrew and then surged back into her before again withdrawing and repeating the thrust.  He began to pick up speed, each inward thrust ended with a slap as the front of his thighs slapped on the back of hers.  She shrieked as the force of his cock caused cramps in her lower bowel but Bob was oblivious to her pain and discomfort, his whole being focussed on the sensation of his cock being gripped by the tight ring of her arse as he continued his brutal anal rape.  Suddenly he began to slap the cheeks of her arse.

       “That’s it you slut, come on take it, take all of it, right up there you bitch, just feel it fill that hot dirty little hole.”

       He slapped her arse cheeks a few more times, each blow leaving a clear imprint of his palm and fingers.  There was the sound of sobbing and whimpers of pain from the sack.  This seemed to stimulate Bob even more and with one last flurry of blows he thrust himself as deeply as he possibly could into Elaine’s arse before pulling out and spraying both reddened cheeks with his juice.  As he knelt gasping for breath he smoothed and kneaded the slick silvery globules into the maltreated flesh. 

       “That should cool them down a bit girlie.” He looked at Alan.  “You ready to give it a go?”

       Elaine was past caring.  The pain from her ravaged hole and the fire from her buttocks overcame her last shreds of resistance and she offered none as the two men changed places.  All too soon she felt the pressure of Alan’s cock against her by now much opened ring and he slipped inside to bury himself up to his balls in her warm depths.  She gasped with the pain of the continuing cramps and endured the brutal deep thrusts of his cock even remaining silent as he too slapped the cheeks of her arse as he moved towards his climax.  Finally he spent himself inside her, slowly pulled free, and the two men let her slide forward until she rested on her front, sobbing pitifully in the darkness of the sack.

       While his two assistants were having their fun in the back Keith was driving the van steadily along the motorway keeping station with all the other evening traffic and being careful not to draw any attention the vehicle or it’s cargo.  After the  number plate change the van was now carrying the correct plates. The overlay plates had been for the number of an identical make, model, and colour vehicle but registered to an entirely innocent and unsuspecting owner in Scotland some 400 miles away.  As he drove Keith was thinking about his three encounters with the lovely Elaine Salvage.  His first bruising encounter had been almost two years ago when she had been the senior inspecting officer on an HM Customs & Revenue inspection of payroll records and expense claims for a lap dancing club for which he was a director.  They , the club, had not kept very accurate records, in fact they were very inaccurate records, but in the past they had always managed to get by with a few ‘perks’ for the investigating officers.

       Elaine Salvage had changed all that.  She was very bright, very determined, a young woman clearly with an eye on promotion and her career, not at all interested in any illicit rewards.  Keith had taken one discreet look at her through a one way glass panel at the club and forbidden any such approaches.  He had kept in the background, had a very brief meeting with her at the end of her inspection, apologised for their shortcomings, taken with good grace the cold dispassionate rebuke that she had given him and handed over a cheque for nearly £40,000.  That was it, ‘you win some, you loose some’ or so he thought.  He also remembered clearly that Ms Salvage was a ‘looker’. About 170 cm tall 55kgs with a superb figure and legs that filled the tailored pants suits she favoured to perfection.   A top model would have looked no better and she had brains as well.  Nearly two years later one week ago to the day he had parked a van belonging to another one of his companies in a private car park.  He was in a hurry, a friend had told him that as long as he was only going to be a few minutes it would be alright to leave the van there.  The friend had not met Elaine Salvage.  Keith had been less than 10 minutes but when he returned to the van he found a very frosty angry young woman standing waiting beside the driver’s door.  At first he didn’t recognise her but then her haughty and arrogant manner brought her into focus.  The first words summed it all up as she pointed to a sign on the wall of the car park.

       “Does that sign mean anything to you or do you have a literacy problem?”

       “No, no literacy problem I’m sorry if I’ve caused offence I’m just leaving I’ve only been here for about 10 minutes.”

       “That’s not really the point is it I’ve been kept waiting here for all of those 10 minutes just because you are too inconsiderate and selfish to find somewhere to park legally.  It’s really not good enough now remove the vehicle at once and do not come back here again or I’ll have it wheel clamped.”

       Her manner was imperious, and verging on rude, he felt a growing rage but managed to keep his self control, quite a feat for a man who had been known to beat those opposing him to a pulp.  He quickly got into the van and drove off, watching as he did so the in the rear view mirror the sight of the victorious young woman standing with her legs spread and hands on hips seeing him off the premises.  Elaine Salvage had won a small victory but gained a ruthless and brutal enemy just at the point when he was in need of someone with her physical attributes.

       Keith Field was to all outward appearances a successful legitimate business man.  Many of his businesses were completely legitimate and on their own gave a fair picture of his multi million £ income. True some of his ventures were within the sex industry, but they were ‘up market clubs’ nothing sleazy.  There were, however, his other more shady ventures which were all run at arms length behind a web of inter-locking companies and front men.  He had another persona, he was a practising sadist and a member of a very exclusive and very secret coterie of like minded wealthy people.  One of the criteria for joining this group was that each member had to present three non-consenting seriously attractive male or female slaves at the group’s half yearly gathering.  The non-consent part meant that all the members were ‘partners in crime’ and there was no way of being a member without having been seen by the other members while taking part in the crimes of rape, assault, and kidnap.  Truly a committed brotherhood or sisterhood (there were female members).  It was difficult to get an invitation to join and once a member he strongly suspected that the only means of resignation was death, but he was not about to put that to the test. The next gathering was three months away and he needed his three new slaves.  Elaine had just become his first.  The other two would soon follow.

       It had taken him a week to arrange her kidnapping and he was a happy man as he drove his new possession to her fate.  The noises from the back of the van, muffled as they were by the road noise, told him that his instructions ‘to take the bitch down to basics’ were being carried out to the letter.  Bob and Alan had been with him for quite a few years now, they ran a string of girls for him, and also dealt with any trouble with competition in his lucrative sex magazine and porno film business.  Their initial abuse of the young woman served several ends at once.  It rewarded two hard working loyal employees, it gave him even more of a hold over them than ever, and it would without a shadow of doubt begin the brutal process of breaking her will and turning her into a willing debauched sex object. The thought of what she was being put through made his cock so hard it was uncomfortable in his trousers but as he turned off the motorway and began threading the country lanes to his retreat he thought the discomfort well worth it.  Within half an hour he would claim his prize.

       Elaine had ceased crying and lay still in her canvas shroud her beautiful legs and delightful rear still exposed to view as the van continued on it’s journey.  Her mind was racing.

       What is going to happen next?  I must try to keep some self control, maybe they’ll make a mistake and I can escape.  They are obviously going to rape me some more, I heard them mention my mouth and my breasts so I’ll just have to accept it.  I can’t fight them they’re too strong maybe I can outwit them.

       If she had known of her destination and what Keith had in mind for her she would have been less sanguine, she would have been terrified.  Sometimes ignorance is bliss.  She felt the van slow then halt, a cold breeze wafted across her naked thighs as the back doors were opened.  The ankle chains were released,  hands grasped her ankles, she was pulled out of the van and turned over so that her buttocks rested on the rear edge of the floor.  The two men grabbed the top of the canvas sack and hauled her into a sitting position.

       “Ok slut up you get, on your feet.”

       They hauled her upright and supported her shoulders as she wobbled uncertainly from one foot to the other, her feet bare on the cold tarmac, and the sperm still dripping from both her cunt and arse. They turned her and lead her up some steps into a very large house.   Within a few minutes she was in the basement of the house with the sack removed from her upper body, she was blinking in the bright light and facing three very large men.  They stood directly beneath a powerful downlighter which left the rest of the room shrouded in darkness.   She recognised the one who had hit her in the car park and opened her mouth to speak.  Before she could utter a word he gave her a hard open handed slap to both of her cheeks.  Her head jerked from side to side with the impact and her ears rang.

       “Shut it, don’t say a word, just strip.  Get the rest of the clothes off now.  When I want to hear from you I’ll ask.  All I want is your total obedience, no questions, no speeches just obedience.”

       She looked at Keith her eyes blazing then breathed in very deeply before lowering her gaze and beginning to undo the buttons of her jacket then blouse.  The three men watched impassively as first the pin stripe jacket and the white blouse were discarded.  Finally she reached behind her back to undo her bra clasp.  She raised her eyes again and looked at him......

       “You know you can’t get away.....”

       The room echoed to the sound of flesh meeting flesh and Elaine screamed as he slapped her again.

       “No talking, get the bra off then stand, spread your legs, put your hands behind your back and hold your elbows.” 

        Keith walked off and returned with two more wide leather straps and another longer strap which, she was soon to find out, was a collar.  By the time he returned she was standing bare breasted as instructed.  He held out one of the pair of straps.

       “Fix that round your right wrist..”

       She took the strap and fixed it to her wrist and then followed the rest of his instructions until the left wrist and her neck were encircled with their leather bonds.  Alan looked at her breasts whistled and then looked at Bob.

       “Even better than I expected, what a pair of knockers.”

       Bob grinned at him and Keith smiled at the pair of them.

       “Bet you can’t wait to get your hands on them Alan. That right?”

       “Sure thing boss,” he grinned at Keith.

       “Right bring her over in front of the throne and she can give us all a bit of fun, me first because my balls are nearly bursting, ” he turned and walked away.  The two men grabbed her by the elbows and hustled her after him.  He reached a large ornately carved wooden chair set on a platform, turned to face them, undid his trousers, pulled them and his brief underwear down and then sat facing the others with his legs splayed.  One hand stroking his balls, the other his very erect cock.

       “Right let’s see how good you are with a blow job.  Kneel and get on with it.”

       Bob and Alan put a hand each on one of her shoulders and pressed down, forcing her to her knees between Keith’s legs.  He bent, reached forward, grabbed her hair and pulled her towards his balls and cock until her nose nearly touched them.  He used her hair to tilt her head back until she could look into his eyes.

       “Lick my balls first then my cock, then suck it, be very enthusiastic, use your hands to play with my balls and work very hard at pleasing me.  Then you can do the lads and after that I’m going to whip you.  Just remember suck it all up, swallow it all, and say thanks afterwards. The more you please us now the easier the whipping will be.”

       Elaine stared at the male genitals only two or three centimetres from her face, her brain was in a turmoil.  She had only sucked a cock very occasionally, hated to do it, felt it to be totally demeaning, had never swallowed come and now she was expected to suck three huge cocks, swallow their filthy semen, and was going to be whipped.  Keith pulled savagely on her hair. 

       “Start bitch, or I’ll use a whip now and then again later. Bob go and fetch me a whip”

       Elaine realised she had no choice, these men had no pity and would have her obey them.

       “No, please no, I’ll do it.  I’m sorry, let me do it.”

       He pushed her face against his balls and she forced herself to extend her tongue and lick. Bob handed Keith the whip and he draped it across her shoulders, a crude reminder of his power and will.  Bob and Alan watched as Elaine followed Keith’s instructions licking and kissing his balls before slowly licking her way the length of his cock.  She was trying to please him, she licked the purple dome slowly, even ran her longue back and forth along the slit before taking his cock into her mouth and pushing her head up and down.  Keith sighed and pushed his groin forward. 

       “Good, now take it deeper slut, swallow it, use your tongue, please me.”

       She pushed her head forward again as Keith increased the pressure on the back of her head pushing his cock deep into her mouth until she was gagging for breath.  After a few seconds that felt, to her, like an age he lifted her head up.  She took a quick gasp of air and he forced her head down again.

       “That’s it slave, swallow it, lick it, suck it, make me come, use your fingers on my balls, tease me, please me or suffer the consequences.”

       The word ‘slave’ seemed to fill her mind but his hand remorselessly enforced his will and she sucked and licked while using the tips of her fingers to caress and tease his balls.  She could tell from his breathing and the way his groin moved that she was in fact pleasing him.  Suddenly he raised her head again.

       “Suck one of your fingers slave, get it nice and wet then tongue my arsehole and put your finger in there.”

       He raised his thighs until they were draped across the arms of the chair exposing the ring of his arse surrounded with a heavy growth of pubic hair.  She stared at it for a few seconds absolutely dumbfounded, he leant forward, wrapped the tails of the whip round her neck, twisted them until they began to choke her and pulled her head up to look at him.  He paraphrased her words from the car park.

       “What part of lick my arsehole and then finger it don’t you understand?  Have we a comprehension problem here?”

       Elaine tried to swallow, the whip made it difficult to talk, she bent her head forward and tentatively extended her tongue.  She tasted the slightly bitter nutty taste around his ring and began to lick.

       Thank god at least he’s clean, this is disgusting.  She forced herself to continue circling the tight ring of muscle with her tongue before licking her right forefinger and gingerly pushing on the puckered bud of his arse.  It slowly gave way and she felt her finger gripped by the ring of muscle.  Keith grunted.

       “That’s good start sucking me again and just keep that finger working in and out.”

       She started to lick and suck his cock once more trying to please him, trying to take it as deep as possible into her mouth, the threat of the whipping ominous in the back of her mind.  After another few minutes just when her jaw was beginning to ache and dribble was running freely from her chin he grasped her head firmly with both hands and thrust his cock violently down her throat.  She struggled to breathe but he held her firmly, she felt his cock harden even more and then a flood of sperm pulsed down her throat choking her, almost making her vomit.  Somehow she managed to keep control and swallow.  A little later he pulled his cock from her mouth pulled her head forward wiped his cock on her hair and then lifted her head up until she was looking into his eyes.  He smiled, wiped a finger across her lips and held it up in front of her face.  There was a large blob of his come slick and grey on the end of his finger.

       “Not bad slut.  Now we can’t waste this, lick it up like a good little slave girl and then you can give the lads their treat.”

       He pushed his finger against her lips, looking her in the eye.  Elaine felt her anger rising but saw the whip in his hand, she reluctantly opened her lips and began to lick then suck his finger.

       “Good.  Bob you want to try this one out or is it Alan next?”

       “I’ll give her a go boss.  Come on slut turn round and get a load of this.”

       Strong hands grabbed her shoulders and she was forced to scramble through a semi circle on her knees until she was facing a pair of massive hairy male thighs with a very large pair of balls and a hugely erect cock waving in her face.  Bob had kicked off his shoes and removed his trousers and pants.  He pulled her head back and looked down at her, a broad grin on his face.

       “Now then what I like is to first have my balls licked slowly, then you can suck first one then the other into your mouth.  After that when I tell you can lick your way up my cock, suck and lick the tip for a while then start to suck me.  I’ll hold my cock out of the way.  It’s not too much for you to remember I hope?”

       The last comment, as intended, made Elaine lose all control.  She did not realise that these seemingly crude laddish individuals were executing a well planned , well rehearsed scenario.  It was also a scenario that they had refined over several years of breaking young women to their will.  It was no surprise to Bob when she lunged forward with her head trying to head butt his balls.  What followed was swift and brutal. He swayed quickly back avoiding the head butt then reached down and grasped both sides of her head just behind her ears. Using her bunched up hair to gain a firm grip he lifted her until she hung at the end of his rigid outstretched arms her feet scrabbling to touch the floor.  She screamed in fright and agony.  She tried to hit his face but her arms were too short and her blows just bounced off iron hard biceps.  She tried to kick his balls but he turned one thigh and the blow bounced off an equally hard muscle.  Each movement she made moved her own body and brought of more floods of pain to her head.  Bob shouted at her.

       “Stop it you stupid cunt, stop it or I’ll shake your fucking head off.  Put your hands up behind your head and I’ll let you down.” 

       He had to shout again but she raised her hands and put them behind her head.  Slowly he lowered her until her feet rested on the floor.

       “Spreads your legs.  You will always keep your legs spread.”

       Her feet shuffled apart.

       “Wider I want them wider apart.”

       She shuffled them further apart.  Bob reached forward, he smoothed the tips of his fingers then the palms of his hands across her breasts, smiling as he stroked them.  Then he took a nipple between the finger and thumb of each hand squeezed, twisted and lifted.  Once again Elaine’s screams rent the air.  Bob silenced her with a roar of command.

       “Keep your legs apart, keep your hands behind your head, and beg to suck my cock, beg to suck it, beg to swallow my come, beg in the dirtiest crudest way you can think of.  I can make this hurt a lot more believe me.”

       Elaine was standing on tip toe, her breasts cruelly stretched upwards and distorted by the vicious grip he was maintaining on both nipples.  To reinforce the command he began to grind the nails of his thumbs into the rubbery buds.  That was more than she could take, she broke and began to babble.  At first it was almost meaningless babble but then as he relaxed the pressure slightly she managed to gain a measure of control.

       “Please sir, please let me suck your cock, please I beg you.  Let me suck it sir let me swallow your come.”

       “Not bad slut. Do you want me to fuck your mouth, do you want my cock down your throat choking you?  Do you want me to spray it all over your face when I come?  Then you can wipe it off and lick from your fingers.  Do you want that?”

       The pressure on her nipples increased slightly and her eyes widened in horror and shock with her recognition of his power over her.

       “Yes sir please fuck my mouth, push your cock down my throat, come on my face, let me lick it up.  Please sir let me.”

       Bob released her nipples.

       “Very good, I think you are learning.  Kneel and get on with it. I’ll hold my cock”

       Keith and Alan who were standing behind Elaine exchanged amused smiles and Keith nodded approvingly to Bob.

       Elaine sank to her knees, Bob almost straddled her head so that she was leaning backwards licking feverishly on his balls.  She raised her hands and put one on each thigh to steady herself before starting to suck first one ball into her mouth then the other.  Bob was in no hurry, he kept her licking and sucking for two or three minutes before moving backwards slightly and releasing his cock.

       “There you go, take your time lick it all over, all the way to the tip and then lick that like it was your favourite ice cream.”

       All three men laughed. Elaine began to slowly and sensuously lick the way up the huge shaft of hard flesh.  She had realised that for the moment she had to comply and not only that she had to make every effort to please them.

       Bob made her take her time.  He made her take him into her mouth slowly, holding the base of his cock with one hand while she teased his balls with the tips of the fingers of the other hand.  He slowly forced more and more of his cock onto her mouth until she thought she would choke.  At the point where she was on the point of blacking out he would relent and withdraw before once more pushing the entire length of his cock into her mouth until his balls rested on her chin.  After nearly ten minutes of allowing himself to be taken nearly to the point of orgasm he pulled her head back and smiled down at her.

       “Are you ready for this slave?  Hold it in front of your face and keep it there.”

       He pulled his cock from her mouth and gave a deep groan.  She held the pulsing saliva covered member with both hands and guided the jets of sticky warm liquid over her face.  Bob rested his hands on her shoulders and breathed in deeply for several seconds.  Finally he straightened up raised her head with one hand and looked in her eyes.  He smiled at the sperm spattered features.

       “Not bad for a start, you’ll do better with practice, but you’ll get plenty of that.  Now wipe it off, lick it up and thank me for letting you taste my come.”

       A flash of anger surged through Elaine but she kept control as she sat back on her heels wiped her fingers across her face cleaning his sperm up and licking it up dutifully as instructed.  Finally she knelt upright once more and looked at Bob.

       “Please sir thank you for letting me taste your come.”  The words even sounded as though she meant them.

       Keith replaced Bob in Elaine’s field of vision.  He was holding a black rubber object in his hand.  It was about fifteen centimetres in length, a round spear that tapered from about two centimetres diameter at the tip to about five centimetres at it’s widest point before finishing in a shoulder with a three centimetre wide pillar beneath it that ended in a broad base plate.

       “Do you know what this is slave?”

       She looked, was certain that it had some sort of sexual use but shook her head.  The sound of the slap to her face echoed round the room.

       “Speak to me when I ask you a question don’t just nod your head.  Now what is this.”

       “I don’t know,” she sobbed as she replied.

       There was the sound of another slap.

       “It’s, I’m sorry I don’t know master.  Now try again.”

       She raised her tear stained face, the marks of both slaps an angry red on each cheek, his finger marks clear to see.

       “I’m sorry master I don’t now.”

       “It’s a butt plug slave.  When you’ve finished with the blow jobs, I’m going to whip you and I’m going to fuck your tight little arse.  The lads tell me you are very tight and because I’m an enlightened slave owner I’m going to stretch your hole before I use it.  Do you want to fit it yourself, or shall I do it for you?”

       Elaine blinked back the tears, gulped, winced at the pain in her throat and tried to think.

       If I do it at least I’ll be in control, but it’s so humiliating having to stick that awful thing inside of me while they watch. 

       She took a deep breath.

       “Thank you master may I fit it myself please?”

       Keith grinned, he picked up a very small table and set the plug on it’s base, the smooth rubber cone facing upwards.  He handed her a tube of lubricating gel.

       “I don’t think I have to tell you what that’s for do I?  Now get on with it, poor Alan here is just dying to feel your tonsils with his cock.”

       She took the gel from his hand.

       “Thank you master.”

       The three men watched with amusement as she squeezed gel onto her finger and began to coat the entrance to her anus with it.  Keith, who wanted the maximum of humiliation from this event, stopped her.  He made her stand facing away from them, bend forward at the waist until she was looking between her wide spread legs at the three of them and then insert her gel coated finger into her arse.  When he was satisfied with that he instructed her to coat the plug with gel and squat over it.

       “Now then little slut let’s see you take that up your arse.  Nice and slow, down a bit, then up a bit, and then down a little bit further until you’ve got it right inside you.”

       Elaine did as she was instructed, crouched over the table with her thighs spread wide, her hands holding her knees to keep her balance as she forced the plug past the protesting ring of her anal muscle.  Just when she felt she could stretch no further it slid past the shoulder and with a final scream from her the base plate nestled tightly against her stretched rosebud.  Her moans and cries of discomfort had greatly amused her three tormentors who had lost no time in telling her that she really was a ‘stuck up little bitch’ now, and no mistake.

       She returned to her knees very aware of the intruder in her bowel and, once more, found that her world view had shrunk to a vision of hard, hair covered,  male stomach muscles and a very hard cock which was being thrust down her, by now, quite sore throat with little or no regard for her well being.  In fact Alan was quite deliberately being as brutal as possible.  His technique, if that was the correct word, consisted of forcing his large hard cock down her throat until she could not breathe and then holding her nose closed thus depriving her of air completely.  She had nearly blacked out on two occasions and was now desperate to bring her tormentor to an orgasm.  She tried stroking and caressing his balls, ran her finger round the ring of his anus but all to no avail.  What she was unaware of was that Alan had for many years made a fetish of orgasm control.  He could maintain an erection for over an hour whilst being continually stimulated as he was now.  Keith had told him that he wanted her to beg and he wanted her to suffer for a least fifteen minutes before she was allowed to make Alan come.  Finally Keith who was standing behind Elaine raised one hand, the agreed signal.  Alan pulled his cock from Elaine’s mouth and held her head up by her hair as she gasped for air.

       “Would you like to make me come cunt?  Would you like to have my come splashed all over your slutty tits and face?  Would you like to beg for that now?”

       Elaine was past caring.  Her throat felt as though it was on fire, her knees ached, her neck and jaw were one mass of pain.  If he wanted to totally humiliate her then that’s what he would do.  She now knew she couldn’t stop him.  She tried to smile as she spoke in what she hoped was a sexy and willing voice.

       “Please sir, please come, please spray this slut’s face and tits with your come,” she smiled and ran her tongue over her lips, anything to please him and get the ordeal over with. 

       “Ok slut, lick my cock and this hand, get me wet.”

       He held his cock down to her lips while she licked it, and then held the palm of his right hand to her lips.  She licked that as well.  He began to wank while pushing the tip of his cock against her lips.

       “Play with my balls and keep licking and sucking the tip of my cock.”

       Alan’s hand began to move faster along the length of his shaft as Elaine frantically sucked and tongued at the purple tinged bulbous head of his cock.  Her fingers kept up a tantalising teasing play on the skin of his scrotum. Suddenly he pulled his cock from her lips a huge gout of sperm erupted, hot, wet, and sticky, deluging her face and tits.  It seemed to keep pumping from the slit in his cock for ever and her hair, eyes, cheeks, chin, throat and tits were covered.  Alan gave a long sigh of complete satisfaction.

       “Uhmm that was good,” he looked down at her.  “Well what are you waiting for don’t waste it, lick it all up, I don’t want to see a drop left.”

       Her mind recoiling once more with disgust Elaine began the slow process of wiping her face and breasts with her fingers before dutifully sucking the content’s of Alan’s balls down her throat.  Her three captors watched contentedly.  All was going according to plan.  As she finished she heard Keith say.

       “Ok lads let’s get her into position for a whipping then I think you can take the rest of the day off.”

       Elaine panicked, the thought of being whipped after all her other trials of the day was too much.  She threw herself at Keith’s feet.

       “Please, please master don’t whip me please.  I’ll do anything you want but please don’t whip me.”

       Keith was at first startled and then very pleased.  She was learning quickly, but she still didn’t understand.  He looked at both Bob and Alan.

       “Well what do you know?  She’s learning.  Now string her up with her cunt at the level of my cock, a full spreadeagle, arms and legs spread.”

       Bob and Alan put a hand under one of her armpits and lifted her before dragging her backwards with her feet trailing on the ground until they reached a point where two chains dangled down from the ceiling.  They dragged her roughly to her feet, Bob thrust a hand between her thighs and lifted her bodily off the ground while Alan attached first one then the other of the wrist straps to the chains.  Bob gently released his hold and Elaine swung from the chains, her arms outstretched from her body at an angle of some forty five degrees with her feet about fifteen centimetres from the floor.  The men quickly secured her ankles by fitting straps round them and then connecting them to more chains which were connected  to rings set in the floor.  She hung moaning and gasping at the pain in her shoulders as her own weight tortured her.  The two men left laughing, she could hear sounds coming from behind her, and then all was silent.

Elaine had no idea of how long she had hung from the chains.  She was gasping and shuddering, the pain in her shoulders was beyond belief and she hardly noticed as two powerful spotlights were slowly turned up.  They were focussed on her sweat covered pain wracked body, Keith stood in the shadows slowly turning the dimmer control until the lights were on full power.  He watched for another thirty seconds glorying in Elaine’s obvious distress.  The sight of the stretched, helpless, sweat drenched feminine form splayed between the rigid chains made his cock leap.  He stepped forward slowly into the pool of light and her field of vision. He stood looking at her, the tails of a whip hung menacingly from his right hand.  She blinked her eyes and looked at him   He was naked, a powerful male, fit and in his prime, his muscles rippled smoothly beneath his skin as he walked towards her.  His cock hard and erect stuck upwards from his groin towards his belly.  It could have been ridiculous, amusing even, but to Elaine it was just one more symbol of his power over her.

       He stopped in front of her smiling, his face on a level with her own and reached upwards with his left hand until he held her jaw cupped in it.

       “Are you ready for your whipping slave?”  This is the first one of two.  Seventy two strokes with this to warm you up and then I’ll have that arse of yours before hanging you by the ankles for another seventy two.  The second lot are a punishment for trying to injure Bob, you can do a lot of damage with a head butt.  Are you ready”

       He released her chin and stood looking at her.  She raised her head slowly and looked at him before speaking in almost a whisper.

       “Why are you doing this, why do you want to whip me? If you want me to do anything for you sexually I’ll do it, but why whip me?”

       Keith smiled, it was a cold smile.  “Because I can, because I like inflicting pain, it turns me on.  Because I want you to understand that you are now my slave, my property, and I can do what I like with my property.  Now, are you ready to be whipped slave?”

       The room echoed with the sound of his voice and he stood listening to the sounds of her laboured breathing waiting for an answer.  After another minute had elapsed he spoke again.

       “You must like hanging like that, the only way you are going to get down from there is to beg me to whip you.  So what are you waiting for?  Oh and make it sound sincere.”

       He watched as she slowly raised her head again.  She looked at him through red rimmed tear filled eyes, her voice wavered as she spoke.”

       “Pleease master whip your slave, please, I beg you, whip me.”

       Keith felt a surge of triumph as she gave in to him.  He raised the whip and brought it round in a flat arc that impacted across both tautly stretched buttocks.  He didn’t wait but launched another blow at the same target before starting to rain blows over the rest of the stretched frame of his captive.  As he used the whip he spoke.

       “You don’t know just how good this feels slave, warming up a nice little slut body, watching it move under the strokes, hearing you cry out.  It makes may cock so hard it’s almost bursting.”

       Elaine had begun by screaming loudly as each stroke hit her defenceless flesh, but as he continued to rain blows down on her she slowly became less vocal until by the time he announced that she had received thirty six strokes she was merely grunting at each impact.  It wasn’t because the blows hurt any less but because she was almost unconscious from the pain from her tormented shoulders and now her wrists which were carrying all the weight of her body as it swayed under the impact of the whip. 

       Keith paused for a moment in his ministrations.  Ignoring her muted cries of protest he pushed the handle of the whip deep into her vagina.

       “Hold that in there don’t let it drop.”

       He stood back and looked at the hanging figure, trembling, bathed in sweat, the tails of the whip hanging obscenely from her pussy as she gasped for breath.  He closed with her and put his arms round her body cupping the cheeks of her arse one in each hand while kissing and sucking her nipples.  He looked into her half closed eyes.

       “Kiss me slave, kiss your master before he gives you the other strokes.”

       His lips touched hers and she opened her mouth to his tongue.  He probed her mouth and she tried to reply using her tongue to twine with his.  Anything to placate this monster who had her totally in his power.  She felt the whip handle being pulled from her vagina, and then it was against her mouth.        

       “Lick it clean slut, lick your juices off it, you might as well get used to the taste of pussy juice you’re going to taste plenty later..”  The words meant little to her, she merely opened her mouth and licked the whip handle.

       Keith stepped back and the tails of the lash left a burning trail across her right breast, he followed by three similar strokes alternating from one breast to another with each one aimed to hit her nipples.  Once again he spoke as he lashed her helpless body.

       “Not quite the arrogant stuck up little bitch now are we.  It seems that the cat has got that sharp little tongue of yours.  I don’t hear any sharp verbal retorts to my more stinging cuts, you must be getting a little jaded my dear.”

       He brought the whip up between her thighs and laughed as the leather strands caught the lips of her sex causing her to whimper pitifully.

       “Never mind it’ll all be over in another twelve strokes and I can bury my cock in that tight little arse of yours.”

       He was standing behind her at this point and stepped forward to grasp her hair and pull her head back.  He whispered in her ear.

       “You are going to like that aren’t you slave? It’ll take some of the weight off your shoulders when I stick my big fat cock up your arse.” 

       Elaine moaned and then screamed as he stepped back pulling her hair before delivering a series of cruel blows to the back and inside of her thighs.  Finally he stopped. She felt his cock tracing it’s way along the flesh he had so recently beaten.  His hand tightened around the base of the butt plug, she moaned as it was pulled none too gently from her body.

       “Don’t worry slave I’m going to replace it with something harder longer and a lot more fun.”

       With that he bent his knees aimed the tip of his cock at the stretched hole of her arse and with a bellow of triumph pushed upwards.

       “Yeees bloody magic.  I’ve been thinking about this for the last two hours.  Fuck you,  you bitch, you’re mine now.”

       Elaine gasped in shock as he drove his cock its full length into her before withdrawing about half of it and ramming it back into the stretched hole of her arse. He reached round her body and took a breast in each hand mauling them between his fingers and thumb, kneading them almost like dough, and using them to lift her body up and down on the length of his cock.  Her head lolled from side to side and her body shook with the impact as over one hundred kilos of fit rampant male took his pleasure.  Fortunately for Elaine the combination of total possession, forced sex and her cries of pain soon sent Keith into orgasm.  She felt the wave of heat wash her bowel as he pumped jet after jet of come into her, holding her tightly to him, his fingers clawing cruelly into her breasts as he gasped for breath. 

       It was quite some time before he withdrew his slowly shrinking cock from her.  He picked up a low table positioned it between her legs and then released the chains to her ankles.  She stood on the table, swaying as he struggled to release the wrist chains.  He finally succeeded, lifted her almost inert body off the table and set her down on her knees on the floor.  His dripping cock was in front of her face, he slapped her face with it a couple of times.

       “Lick me clean slut, lick your shit off my cock, come on.”

               Elaine looked up at him despairingly.  He used her hair to pull her head back and glared into her eyes. 

       “Be very careful slave, you have another seventy two strokes to come and I could change to a heavier whip.  Now lick me clean.”

       Oh god my shoulders, my neck, and that cock it’s disgusting, but I’ve got to do it and I can’t bear to think what a heavier whip would do.

       She forced herself to raise her head and held his cock between a finger and thumb. It took every little bit of will power she had to ignore the waves of agony radiating from her neck and shoulders as she began to use her tongue to clean his cock.  Keith looked down smiling at the control already achieved over this formerly proud young woman, he wondered what she would be like in a week’s time..  She didn’t know that he had buggered her wearing a condom which he had taken off before standing in front of her.  The object was to break her to control her and then use her, making her unwell was not a part of it. He held the whip across the back of her head keeping up steady but not too firm pressure.  He was using a fairly heavy suede flogger, it was enough to hurt, but wouldn’t break the skin.  He had no intention causing her any serious physical damage, she had far too good a body and her value to him was far greater undamaged.  Elaine in her innocence didn’t realise any of this and was terrified of the approaching whipping.

       Keith, satisfied with the results, stopped her cleansing efforts and told her to lay out on the floor.  She sank backwards and lay watching, not trying to resist as he fixed a strong metal bar from one ankle strap to the other.  The bar was about a metre long and had a ring welded to it in the centre.  As she watched he reached up and pulled down a steel cable which dangled from a pulley fixed to the ceiling.  There was a hook on the end of the cable which Keith attached to the ring on the bar.  It wasn’t very difficult to work out what was to happen next. Elaine watched with dreadful resignation as Keith operated a powerful motorised winch, her legs, torso and finally her entire body were dragged remorselessly into the air.  She hung by her ankles, swinging gently with her head nearly seventy centimetres off the floor, her long hair hanging down.  Keith ran his hands over the helpless body, stroking the smooth spread thighs, the flat plain of her belly and curve of her breasts as they hung out from her rib cage.  He rested a hand on her mound with a finger laying along the length of her labia, his other hand gently squeezed her buttocks.

       “I love having a slave hung like this, they’re just so vulnerable.  Just look at the way gravity pulls those titties of your’s outwards, just begging for the whip.  These lovely spread thighs, and this cunt couldn’t be better presented could it.”

       Elaine hoped the question was rhetorical and then gasped as his finger slipped inside her and he began to gently tease her clit.  His voice mocked her.

       “What a wet cunt we have here.  Hung up for a whipping and your cunt’s sopping wet.  Have we a budding little masochist I wonder?” 

       He continued to play with her for a little while longer before removing his finger and wiping it on the inside of her thighs.  He stepped round to stand in front of her and she gazed upwards in horror as he raised the whip high and brought it straight down between her legs.

       “Filthy little slut.  This will teach you what happens when you get all excited by hanging around naked in front of your master.  You get whipped.”

       As he spoke the blows rained down, on her pussy, the inside of her thighs, the taut cheeks of her arse.  She screamed for mercy but in vain, a further flurry of blows slashed across her belly and then her breasts before he returned to deliver still more strokes to the tender flesh of her thighs.  After a few more strokes he stopped and stepped forward until the tip of his cock brushed her lips. 

       “You have another twenty four to go slave, and then if you beg nicely I’ll fuck you.  You never know you might even come.  Now suck me for a bit then beg for your last strokes and a good fuck. You can think of something suitable to say while you suck me.  Make it good or I’ll leave you hanging there all night.”

       Elaine opened her mouth and began to suck the massive, rigid column of flesh.  He had left her hands free and she raised them to caress his balls, anything to please this monster who had her totally in his power.  He she tried to think of what to say that would please him and end her torment.  Suddenly Keith grunted, he pulled his cock from her mouth.

       “You’re getting quite good at that slave, and you wouldn’t want me to come yet, you’d miss your fuck.  What have you got to say to me?”

       Elaine struggled to speak, her mouth was full of spittle, she swallowed, finding the action very difficult in her inverted position.  She hoped that what she had to say would be sufficient to end this torment.

       “Please master, whip your slave, whip her hard, enjoy her screams, and then, if it pleases you master, fuck your slave, fill her cunt with your big hard cock.  Please master, I beg you, whip me hard then fuck me.”

       She hung gasping for breath and waited.  Keith bent forward and kissed her pussy.  She saw him smile as he raised the whip.

       “Very well said slut.”

       The screams and sobs started again as the leather tails began their brutal attack on already sore female flesh.  Each stroke was delivered expertly and accurately as Keith amused himself by finding all the sensitive and tender parts of his captive’s helpless body.  He finished by bringing the whip down with the full force of his arm to impact on her cunt.  Elaine didn’t even cry out, she had no strength left.  Keith lowered her inert body down and released her legs.  She lay gasping for breath, her breasts rising and falling in time with her ragged breathing.  Keith bent down, put one arm under her thighs and the other under her shoulders, with an impressive show of strength he lifted her and carried her across the torture chamber.  There was a low couch along one of the walls, he lay her on it and began to caress first one breast and then the other while sucking alternately at each nipple.  He kissed her lips, she moaned gently but opened her lips to his tongue and then moaned again as he slipped a finger between her sore beaten labia.  His lips returned to her breasts and nipples teasing, caressing, soothing and arousing. 

       Elaine didn’t think she would respond, she didn’t want to respond, she just wanted him to use her and hoped that he would then leave her alone   He kissed his way down her body until he was kneeling between her spread thighs and his lips were brushing the lips of her cunt.  She gasped as his tongue slid slowly up the full length of the lips of her pussy before sliding slowly down and into her.  He began to lick expertly and at the same time both hands reached up to hold her breasts.  A finger and thumb squeezed each tender nipple, she could feel them responding to his touch even as she tried to deny the effect he was having on her. His tongue found her clit and then his lips touched that mass of sensitive nerve endings.  He sucked on the little bud and trailed his tongue across it.  She tried stop her thighs reflexively moving to this intimate caress but failed.

       If Elaine had seen the triumphant smile that briefly crossed Keith’s face as he felt her thighs twitch she would probably have screamed in rage and horror. As it was she was fighting a losing battle with her own body.  Keith continued his tender, teasing, erotic ministrations, each traitorous response of his captive’s own nervous system encouraged him to further efforts. When he finally began to ease his iron hard cock into the wet interior of Elaine’s cunt she spread her thighs wider and pushed against him.  He kissed her wide open mouth and drove deep into her sore but welcoming depths.  Although she didn’t exactly greet him as a voluntary lover would she didn’t fight him, and as he began to work his way towards a climax he could feel her body respond, her legs parted even more, her thighs squeezed against him and her hands began to run feverishly across his back.  He concentrated on pleasing her, he wanted her to orgasm, fought to keep control and hold back his own release.  His strength was rewarded when her thighs tightened savagely around his waste and she beat her hands on his back screaming.

       “You bastard, you evil bastard,” at the top of her voice.

       Keith roared incoherently and then drove so deep into her that she thought he would split her apart.  He filled her with his come and then pulled out to spray her belly with more.  He looked down at her and grinned evilly.

       “Glad you enjoyed it slave.  Now lick me clean before I strap you down for your interrogation.”

       Before she could move he was straddling her chest with his cock dripping sperm onto her lips.  She tried to turn her head but he grabbed her by the hair and twisted until she looked him though eyes that were filled with tears of rage. 

       “You are my slave, now lick me clean.  Don’t annoy me, just do as you are told.”

       His cock brushed her lips and he pulled her hair hard, she grimaced with pain but her tongue began to cleanse him.

       “That’s a good little slave girl, lick it all up don’t waste it.  You never know when you’re going to get you’re next meal do you?”

       Her anger at this and at her rebellious body began to well up inside of her but she controlled it by trying to work out what it was he had meant by her ‘interrogation’. It sounded ominous and she now knew, only too well, just how brutal he could be and also how much he loved inflicting pain.  Keith wasn’t satisfied with her efforts until she had also licked and sucked up from his fingers all the semen that he had sprayed across her belly.  Finally he stood up, pulled her to her feet and dragged her across the room to a piece of ‘furniture.’ A black painted wooden base about a metre square at floor level tapering upwards for about eighty centimetres into an oblong top sixty centimetres by fifty.  The top supported a leather covered St Andrews cross which pivoted on a steel tube attached to it across the centre ‘X’ of the cross.  The cross was in an upright position with the bottom most ends of one pair of limbs resting on the floor. A series of leather straps with buckles hung from both the top and bottom limbs of the cross.  Keith positioned Elaine between the limbs of the cross and pushed her backwards until her buttocks rested against the supporting base.  She tried to struggle but he pulled first one and then the other arm up and out securing each wrist strap to eyes on the ends of steel cables sticking out from top of limbs of the cross.  He pulled her legs apart and secured them in a similar fashion, before standing back looking at her, once again, spreadeagled form.

       “You’ll learn soon enough not to struggle, it’s a lot easier on you if you help when I bind you, at least you can make yourself comfortable.  One thing is certain, you can’t stop me, so get used to it slave.  Now let’s get you stretched, and fixed down properly.”

       He stood between the limbs of the cross, bent down, took hold of one limb in each hand, and lifted.  The cross pivoted beneath her and as it was raised to horizontal Elaine heard a metallic click, and it locked in position.  Keith walked round her legs to stand at her side.  He looked down at her and smiled.  Her legs were spread wide, as were her arms and her head rested on a small platform fixed between the ‘V’ of the top arms of the cross.  She watched as he began to turn a handle which disappeared from her view each time it made half a rotation.  As it turned she heard a clicking sound and then she began to feel a tug at her wrists and ankles, she looked at Keith in alarm.

       “That’s it slave, it’s a rack and you are going to be stretched a bit ready for your interrogation.  My wife and step daughter are going to interrogate you, I’m just going to watch.”

       As he spoke the pawls clicked and the pressure on her limbs grew until she began to be frightened that he would not stop, but he seemed to know when to stop and smiled down at her before stopping and then fixing several of the leather straps around her forearms, biceps, thighs, calves and finally one round her waist.  She felt that she had been welded to the leather cross.  The only movement he had left her was her head and she turned that to  watch as he dragged a chrome plated black leather covered high stool into place about a metre away from and centred between her spread legs. He pulled up two more and positioned them facing each other either side of her waist.  Smiling at her, he blew her a kiss, and with a parting comment left the room turning the lights off as he went.

       “Don’t go away, I’ll be back, I’m just going to tell the girls that you’re ready and waiting,” he chuckled as he left the room.