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Author’s note: I resubmitted chapters 36 and 37 because there was an error the first time and part of the text was cut off by the margin.
CH 38
Mrs. Jones climbed to her feet and stood shaking She radiated sexual excitement as Denise clipped a leash to her collar.
Denise led her away.
She returned a few minutes later and looked at Jean.
“This your last chance to change your mine,” she said. “When I take you into that room you are going to be tortured, understand?”
Jean nodded.
“You are going to be tortured!” Denise repeated.
Jean looked glassy eyed, but she raised her chin bravely. Denise took her away.
The next slave to go was Dianne. Denise motioned her to get to her feet but Dianne didn’t move, she just looked up at Denise defiantly. Denise bent down and slapped Dianne’s face several times, very quickly and very hard. Dianne’s cheek was red and showed hand prints. She actually smiled around her gag and still didn’t move. Denise pinched Dianne’s nipple very carefully and very hard with her nails. Dianne gazed up at her mockingly. Denise tightened her grip and actually pulled Diane upward by her nipple. Diane resisted fir a moment, then her resistance collapsed like a balloon. She gasped and shrank back. Denise held onto Dianne’s nipple until she was writhing in pain.
“You can try your tough gal act with the men,” Denise told her. “But it won’t work with me.” She hauled Dianne to her feet with just the thumb and finger of one hand. Dianne stood panting for a moment, then lifted her head, tossed her hair defiantly and stuck out her breast for more.
“One of these days you’ll push me too far,” Denise said softly. “And I’ll bite that nipple off.” She reached in her bras and took out a horrid looking alligator nipple clamp. That thing had the longest, sharpest teeth I’d ever seen. There was a simultaneous gasp of horror from ever woman in the room.
Denise clipped it to a leash then held the jaws open in front of Dianne’s face. Dianne stared at it for a moment, then thrust her chest forward.
“Would you like the left or the right?” Denise asked sweetly. Dianne rocked her body from side to side, giving Denise the choice. Denise grasped Dianne’s right breast, pulled the nipple forward then clipped that awful thing to it. Dianne’s tough gal act flickered for a moment. I saw her eyes widen and her muscles tense. A single tear appeared at the corner of her eye but she shook it away and raised her chin. Denise tugged on the leash and led her out of the room.
There was dead silence in the living room. No one tried to speak, the eyes were very eloquent; every one of us was scared, and turned on.
Denise returned, still angry, and yanked me to my feet. She clipped a collar to my leash and tugged so hard that I stumbled. I mumbled in protest. Denise didn’t say a word, but she turned and very deliberately pinched my nipple. Hard!
Denise leaned close and asked softly: “Are you going to defy me too?”
I shook my head quickly, then lowered my eyelids and nodded slowly. That brought an increase in the pressure in my nipple. I couldn’t repress a tiny whimper.
“I know you like pain,” Denise said. “But you’re not even in the same league as that bitch Dianne. She’s a pain junkie and if you’re not careful I’ll put you beside her.”
This I had to see. I wanted to be beside Dianne. I tried to tell Denise this but didn’t make much sense through my gag, so I kicked her.
Denise gasped in astonishment. She grabbed both my nipples and pinched them so fiercely that I sank to my knees with the pain. It was terrible and tears came to my eyes, but God, what a turn on! I had my first orgasm of the night right there in the hallway.
Denise twisted my nipples until I was on tiptoes, then yanked me along and led me to the dungeon.
Jean was stretched tightly on an X frame. Two men were toying with her. One was squeezing her breasts and another was caressing her pussy. Her eyes were closed and a look of pure ecstasy was on her face.
Dianne was stretched even more tightly on her cross. Two other men were looking at her as Mary explained to them that who ever bought this slave was going to have to his hands full breaking her. Mary held the leash connected to Dianne’s breast and tugged on it as she talked. Dianne was glaring at them.
One of the men took a whip from Mary and smacked Dianne’s breast. Dianne thrust out her chest and made mocking noises behind her gag. He hit her again harder. She rolled her eyes in mock boredom. He stepped back took a full swing and slashed the whip across her breasts hard. A terrible welt appeared. Dianne shrank back for a second, then looked him in the eye and whimpered mockingly, like a puppy. The blow knocked the alligator clip off Dianne’s nipple, She frowned and look at it, then at her nipple. She was clearly hoping someone would put it back. The man stepped back for another swing but Mary stopped him.
“That’s enough for now,” she said. “If you want to whip her more you’ll have to buy her at the auction.”
“Better count on it,” the man said grimly. Dianne made more whimpers at him.
Denise strapped me to the cross beside Dianne.
“Are you sure you want to be close to her?” she asked me. She was no longer angry. “You’re likely to get treated worse because of the fallout she creates.”
I was nodding before she finished talking.
“I’m serious,” Denise said quietly. “You may think that you’re the toughest little masochist around, but you’re a child compared to her.”
Dianne heard and turned toward us. She looked at me coldly, then raised her chin. Denise reached across and slapped her.
“What the hell was that?” laughed one of the men.
“This fucking bitch pisses me off,” Denise said angrily. I was surprised, I’d never heard Denise speak that way.
“Maybe you ought to get in the game so you can bid for her,” another man chuckled. “Then you can teach her some respect.”
Dianne snorted derisively.
They brought out the other slaves one by one until all the crosses were filled. Mrs. Jones occupied into the center cross but unfortunately she didn’t get the attention she hoped for. The men were playing poker, but several had already left the tables and were sampling the merchandise. Dianne and Jean were popular.
Dianne fought her bonds and glared at everyone. She tugged at the straps holding her so hard that she shook her cross. This attracted a lot of attention. I wondered where she found the energy. Most women would have already exhausted themselves.
Jean attracted attention too. She didn’t wriggle or anything, and she kept her eyes lowered. She wasn’t the prettiest woman present, but she radiated an innocence that was irresistible.
Lady L was placed next me. She too drew the eyes of the men by her age and elegance. One man took off her gag and asked her what she was doing there. She blushed and lowered her eyes and told him that her family had fallen on difficult times and she had been forced into slavery to support her children.
“You aren’t getting paid for this, are you?” the man asked.
“No,” she whispered ashamedly. “I discovered that I like pain. Now I do it for free.”
“Sounds like you are quite a tramp,” the man said rubbing her pussy.
“Yes sir, I am.”
I had to repress a giggle. Lady L was doing a fine job of acting. She glanced sidelong at me and shook her head slightly. I knew she was trying to tell me not to blow her little act, but the man saw it and looked at me curiously. He removed my gag.
“Who are you?” he asked.
I decided to hell with Mrs. Jones’ desire to be the star attraction. I decided that Lady L and I should play our role of mother and daughter. I looked at her with my innocent little girl expression.
“Mom?”
The man’s jaw dropped. He looked at her then me, then her.
“This is your mother?” he gasped.
I looked at her, she closed her eyes and nodded resignedly.
“Yes sir,” she confessed.
“You both like this?” he asked. “Does masochism run in your family?”
We both hung our heads. The stared at us, then grabbed my crotch and squeezed hard. I bit my lip, but allowed a soft moan to escape my lips. He slipped his finger inside my pussy and I cried out pretending to be in pain, but at the same time I rolled my hips slightly.
“Damn, you are a slut!” he said. I turned my face away.
He walked to one of the card tables. Play came to a stop as he told the others what he’d just learned. Everyone stared at us.
Mary stepped onto the stage and cracked a bullwhip several times to get the men’s attention. The room became quiet. She looked terrific and the men applauded. She made a little speech.
“Welcome gentlemen, you will see that we have ten slaves for your pleasure. All the women are volunteers and most are hard core masochists. Some are more enthusiastic volunteers than others.” She strolled past Dianne and flicked her pussy lightly. Dianne glared at her and the men laughed. “And one lady is experiencing her first time in bondage.” All eyes instinctively turned to Jean.
“Our newcomer insists that she wants to experience all the wicked things that you can inflict on her, so don’t hold back.” Jean blushed, then looked every man in the eye one by one. I think I could hear their cocks growing.
“We have several other willing volunteers,” Mary continued. “Including two very elegant ladies who lead secret lives as slaves. For example, this one,” she caressed Mrs. Jones’ pussy, “Lives her entire life chained in a basement cell. The only time she is taken out is to be screwed and tortured. She loves both.” Mrs. Jones’ head rolled back.
Mary moved to Lady L and patted her pussy. “This lady has been a sex slave for twenty years.”
“Mother and daughter,” I whispered as Mary walked by me. Lady L nodded slightly. Mary never missed a beat. She turned to me. “And this is her daughter. She’s only twenty years old but she’s been a slave since middle school.”
The room was dead silent as the men’s eyes flicked back and forth between Lady L and me. I was older than twenty but the men didn’t seem to notice.
Mary continued up and down the line of crosses introducing each slave in turn.
“We have tags with your names and when you purchase a slave your tag will be attached to her collar. When the auction is finished you may claim your slave. You have another hour until the auction begins gentlemen, so place your bets carefully. You wouldn’t want to miss a chance to purchase one of these lovelies.”
The men went back to their game but several seemed to have difficulty concentrating. They watched us more than their cards. I have to say that it was exciting being on display like that. Lady L was in heaven. Although she kept her eyes lowered modestly I saw that she was peeking at the men. Jean stared wide eyed t the men who stared at her. She was obviously quite aroused and writhed gently in her bonds. Most of the other women waited patently or in anticipation, but Dianne just couldn’t hold still. She tugged and twisted in her bonds constantly. When she made eye contact with one of the men she glared and snarled at him.
Mary and Denise walked up and down the line of slaves playing lightly with our bodies. Mary didn’t have a problem with Dianne but Denise was still angry. Each time she passed Dianne she pinched her hard. At one point she grabbed Dianne’s breast and twisted until I thought she’d pull it off. Dianne just looked at Denise and offered her other breast. Denise noticed the alligator clamp lying on the floor. She picked it up and Dianne promptly offered her breast. Denise bent and clipped it to Dianne’s pussy lips. A long, deep sigh escaped Dianne’s gag, but then she moaned in theatrical delight.
Finally the poker games ended and the auction began. Mary offered the first woman to start the bidding. I didn’t know that girl but she was young and pretty and seemed to be enjoying her bondage. The bidding was slow at first, but Denise started caressing the woman’s pussy. The woman gasped and rolled up her eyes. I don’t know if she really had an orgasm or was just acting, but it did generate interest and bidding perked up. Her buyer’s name was clipped to her collar.
The rest were sold off until it was down to Jean, Dianne, Lady L and me, and Mrs. Jones. We knew Mrs. Jones would go last, and figured that Dianne’s antics would get her some high offers, but I didn’t realize who much the men were attracted to Jean.
Jean attracted a lot of bids and was sold for a pretty high amount. During the bidding she trembled so that her breasts shook. That generated even more interest and the bidding became quite heated. She watched eagerly as the men bid and when she was sold she stared at her buyer with a look of absolute lust. She even opened her legs a bit wider for him.
Lady L and I were next and as I expected, our mother-daughter act got us a lot of bids. Eventually two men teamed up, pooled their money and outbid the others. It was very flattering, but the undisputed star of the auction was Dianne. Denise helped her by torturing her during the bidding. She stood in front of Dianne and slapped her breasts with each bid. Dianne radiated defiance and tried to talk through her gag. I knew what she was saying, but the men couldn’t quite hear. They shouted for Denise to remove Dianne’s gag.
As soon as the gag was out of her mouth Dianne began taunting Denise.
“Is that the best you can do?” she laughed. “You call yourself a dominatrix? Come on, hit me!”
Denise stepped back, took careful aim and slashed her whip across Dianne’s chest. Dianne squealed with delight.
“Ooh, thank you! May I please have a real one now?”
Denise was red in the face and furiously angry. She began a figure eight pattern of blows on Dianne’s body that soon had it pink. Denise was breathing hard but Dianne just looked at her calmly. Denise stepped back, breathing hard.
“Don’t forget my cunt,” Dianne said to her. “You haven’t whipped my cunt yet.”
Denise hit Dianne’s pussy harder than I’ve seen a woman hit in my life. The blow was like a gunshot and Dianne’s body lifted upward. A faint look of pain went across her face but was instantly replace by one of pure delight.
“Ooooh, thank you,” she said softly. “A few more of those and I’ll be cumming like a truck stop whore.”
I couldn’t tell if she came or not, but she sure got a few more.
Dianne was sold, then Mrs. Jones was put on the block. Sadly, she didn’t garner much attention. She was sold, but after Dianne’s performance, her sale was a let down. We were turned over to our owners and the orgy began.
CH 39
Lady L and I were taken off our crosses and promptly bent over the knees of our purchasers. We were given some very nice spankings, then switched and spanked by the other man. During the evening we had all the things done to us that we had grown to expect. We were tied together face to face, had our breasts pressed together and made to kiss. We were spread out on tables side by side and screwed and ordered to watch each other, and of course we were tied with our mouths on each other’s pussy. Along the way we were spanked again, whipped an awful lot and forced to suck a lot of cocks. Through it all we maintained our act. I pretended to be timid and fearful, but unable to conceal my lust. Lady L suffered with dignity and noble sacrifice, but also couldn’t control herself when they abused her.
When they tied my face in her pussy I pretended to resist until she told me that no matter what, we had to obey our new masters. I sniffed back a tear and stuck my tongue inside her. Of course, we became so turned on that we were soon bucking and thrashing around with passion. We’d barely come when we were untied and violently raped. Very nice! Then the other masters began offering to swap their slaves for us.
The evening followed a familiar pattern. Ownership was forgotten as each slave was screwed and tortured by every man present. For the first hour there was all sorts of frenzied sexual activity, then, when all the men had come once or twice there was a lull. Everyone seemed to catch their breath.
Denise and Mary brought water to us slaves and wiped our faces with towels. The men lolled around sipping their drinks and munching on snacks.
When things resumed the men got creative, they began loaning us to each other, pairing up some of the slaves into forced lesbian activity, two or three men on a woman, and so on.
Occasionally I got a glimpse of Jean. Her buyer started with a rather gentle spanking until she asked him to hit harder. Later I saw another man whip her while she hung from the rafters by her wrists. Her face showed terrific pain and tears streamed from her eyes, but when he asked if she wanted to be released she shook her head emphatically and begged for more. Her tormentor held up a wicked looking pair of nipple clamps. She looked at them in horror, closed her eyes and took a deep breath, then nodded. He clipped them to her nipples and her shriek pierced the room. Everything stopped for a moment, then when the men realized what was happening to her they laughed and resumed torturing the rest of us.
As is often the case in such orgies things tend to blur together. I was screwed, spanked, tied, retied, spanked again, forced to eat Lady L’s pussy, and have mine eaten in return. I also ate other pussies but rarely saw the faces of the other women. I was aware of things happening around me, but sometimes they were simply melted into noise and confused motion. Other times things stood out clearly.
I saw Jean bent over a punishment horse and caned until her butt and legs were bright pink. She writhed under the cane and struggled frantically, even after her master stopped hitting her. But when she realized he’d stopped she looked back at him and wiggled her bottom for more. Another man lifted her chin and commanded her to open her mouth. She did and he thrust his cock between her lips. Her master tossed away the cane and shoved his cock in her pussy. The men looked at each other, laughed and began thrusting in rhythm. Jean’s eyes seemed to roll up in her head.
Later I saw her tied to a table, legs up and apart. Her head hung down off the table’s edge. A man was screwing her pussy and another had his cock in her mouth. Others were waiting their turn.
Actually we all ended up on tables. They put them in a row and the men screwed us in a line, rather like musical chairs. But that was toward the morning when things were winding down.
During the night Mary took each of us from bondage one at a time and led us to the house. The men protested but she shut them up with a withering look. In the house we’d get a bathroom break and something to eat. Mary and Denise kept a pot of coffee going, a kettle of soup and a tray of sandwiches ready. We were given half an hour to freshen up, eat a quick meal and rest. I wondered if any of the women would refuse to return to the dungeon but no one did.
Dianne tried to refuse her break. She was telling Mary that she was just fine, thank you very much, when Denise elbowed Mary out of the way, grabbed a handful of Dianne’s hair and literally dragged her out of the room. Thirty minutes later she shoved Dianne through the door so hard that she landed on her face. Everything came to a stop, and we all watched as Denise jerked Dianne to her feet, marched her painfully to a pillory and locked her into it. She stepped back and gave Dianne ten very hard, very deliberate cuts with a horse whip across the tops of her legs. Dianne tried to tough it out but I knew that the whip was hurting her when she started to sob. After ten Denise gave her one final horrific uppercut blow into her pussy, then she went to the nearest man and grabbed his cock. It was already quite hard but she stroked it until it was noticeably larger. She tugged on his cock and pulled him to Dianne and ordered him to fuck her in the ass. He obeyed and everyone went back to what they were doing.
When he finished the other men decided to lock more slaves in the pillory. I spent some time in it and was screwed by at least four masters. (Its impossible to see what’s going on behind you, but I think I could detect four different cocks up my pussy.) The only problem with being in the thing is you can’t really watch what’s going on around you. Luckily I was taken out to make room for another slave and I was hoisted up by my wrists. A man whipped me, then wandered away leaving me hanging. I was actually left alone for a while and had time to look around.
I watched a man tie Mrs. Jones into one of the most constricting hog-ties I’d ever seen. He took his time and wrapped every coil of the rope in perfect alignment. He centered the knots and tied the perfectly. He even tucked the loose ends neatly under the coils. When he finished tying her he fingered her pussy and rectum until she had an orgasm, but he didn’t stop. He kept his fingers moving until she screamed for him to stop. He did, but only long enough to gag her, then went back to tormenting her ultra sensitive pussy. Mary appeared carrying a pretty basket full of dildos and vibrators. Mrs. Jones’ shrieks got louder, even under her gag. They tapered off and I suspect that she had fainted, not that mattered to her tormentor, he just kept shoving things in and out of her pussy. I hoped he might do that to me, but it didn’t happen.
I heard a series of rapid squeaks from Lady L. She was suspended upside down by a very tight rope around her ankles. A man was swinging her back and forth by pulling her breasts, then releasing her. Another man wandered up and slapped her butt as she swung past. I’d never heard her make noises like that and couldn’t tell if her squeaks were in pain or delight. I was concerned for her and almost yelled at them to leave her alone. A few minutes later I saw her spinning like a top. I hoped she wouldn’t get sick.
I also remember catching glimpse of several women crawling along the floor in a race while men whipped them on. Jean was one of them, and she was huffing and puffing with exertion, but when a whip cracked across her butt she froze, stiffened every muscle then slowly arched her back until she was almost on her hands and toes. The whip cracked across the bottom again, she dropped slightly, then raised up for another. The race went on without her while her master whipped her slowly and carefully. After a particularly fierce stroke she squealed, took a deep breath, then wiggled her butt for another. The man dropped to his knees and entered her from behind. A look of contentment came over her and she wriggled her bottom happily.
Later I saw her lying face down on a table, her legs were wide apart and a man was spanking her pussy. Even though she winced at each blow, her expression was one of surprised delight. When he stopped she looked back at him and begged for more.
But despite everything else, Dianne was the star of the show. She was never still and never quiet. She taunted her owner until she drove him to a fury. Still chained to her cross she was whipped her so hard I thought she would be permanently injured. The master stood well back and struck carefully aimed powerful blows with his whip. She didn’t flinch. She locked eyes with him and always had something to say, usually insulting his strength or manhood. I don’t know what she said, but one master recruited some help.
Three men took her down and tied her into a painful frog tie. One man held her neck in his elbow while another thrust his fingers up her pussy and rectum. The third man bit her breast so hard the she screamed in real pain. He was joined by a fourth master who engulfed her other breast with his teeth. The men seemed to contract over her until she disappeared. All I could see was a tight ball of arms and legs and the only evidence of Dianne were her muffled screams.
I tried to watch what was happening to her but my attention was often distracted, like for instance when a man noticed me and decided to see how many nipple clamps he could get on me. After he’d used up all we had he whipped them off. Somebody else joined in and they had a little contest to see who could whip clamps off my boobs with the fewest strokes. I’m not certain, but I think six men joined in the game. My poor boobies felt like they had blisters when they finished with that game.
There were times when I might be left alone for a few minutes, but almost every time I managed to get a look at Dianne she was receiving punishment. At one point she was alone on the floor. The men had finished with her and left her in the frog tie. Mary released and tried to get her to take a break but Dianne shrugged Mary off and crawled to the cross. She struggled to stand but fell back a couple of times. Finally she pulled herself upright by practically climbing the cross. She opened her legs and tottered unsteadily, then raised her arms and demanded that Mary chain her in place. This attracted the attention of a couple of the men. They watched while Dianne was secured to the cross. She tested her bonds so hard that the muscles stood out on her arms, then she looked at the men, licked her lips seductively and thrust her pelvis forward.
“Either fuck me, or whip me,” she told them. “But don’t just stand there looking stupid.”
One of the men stepped close and with a round about uppercut he slapped her pussy so hard that it sounded like a pistol shot.
Denise walked over and dumped a box of whips on the floor, then walked away.
Both men whipped her pussy. A third tried to join in but there simply wasn’t room, never the less, Dianne kept up a running critique of their efforts.
Later a couple of men unchained her from the cross and dragged her to a table. She fought and spat like a cat and they practically threw her down. They strapped her arms wide apart and her legs in the air. She was making thrusting motions with her hips before they even finished securing her. One of them thrust his cock inside her and began fucking her furiously. She smiled up at him mockingly sweet and said something that I couldn’t hear. (The room was noisy). He slapped her face, then grabbed her breasts and squeezed with all his might. She made a kissy face at him. He came inside her and stepped back. He was instantly replaced by another man. Dianne talked to him but he ignored her. He just fucked her until he came, then walked away.
A third man stepped close, looked her over, then began whipping her pussy. He was cool and methodical and whipped her steadily for a long time and he only whipped her crotch. She watched him calmly at first, then a look of defiance came over her, that grew until she had an expression of pure fury. Still he whipped her with a slow regular rhythm. He must have whipped her for half an hour. She glared at him with a cold disdain, until without warning she went limp, threw back her head and had one of the most fantastic orgasms I’d ever witnessed. The man didn’t pause, he just kept the whip going. Finally another man said something to him and he stopped. He grabbed a handful of Dianne’s hair and bent close to her face. I don’t know what he said to her but she nodded. He tossed the whip down and walked away.
A man wandered over to me and began pinching my nipples, so I wasn’t able to watch Dianne for a while. This guy was into verbal humiliation. He called me all sorts of filthy names and told me what a dirty girl I was, then he made me beg and plead for mercy. I didn’t mind the name calling, but he wasn’t very good at torture. He didn’t inflict very much pain, but I pretended by thrashing as if in agony and weeping piteously. He finished up by tying me to a kneeling post and making me suck his cock. When he came he spurted all over my face. Better than nothing, I suppose. My pose caught the eye of other men and I got to suck several more cocks.
Later as I was sagging in my bonds I saw Lady L and Mrs. Jones standing in front of two men. Their arms were tightly bound behind them and they were being subjected to some type of interrogation. I couldn’t hear what was said but they nodded or shook their heads in response to questions. One of the men was the same who’d subjected me to the name calling. I think that was more interesting to him than physical abuse. Finally one of the men pointed to Lady L. Mrs. Jones kissed her, long and deeply on the mouth. Lady L closed her eyes and returned the kiss passionately. They rubbed their breasts together as they held that kiss for a long time and Mrs. Jones pushed her knee between Lady L’s legs and pressed her thigh against her pussy..
After a few minutes one of the men picked Lady L up, sat down and put her on his lap with her legs apart. He ordered Mrs. Jones to kneel and crawl forward. She licked Lady L’s pussy, tentatively at first, then eagerly. The man shifted Lady L until her legs were high in the air and Mrs. Jones had better access to her pussy. Lady L closed her eyes and enjoyed what was happening, but I also saw her hands locate the man’s cock and squeeze it. Another man knelt behind Mrs. Jones and thrust his cock inside her.
Lady L came in about ten minutes, and she clearly had a terrific orgasm. The man dropped her on the floor, picked up Mrs. Jones and spread her open on his lap. Lady L collapsed on the floor with a look of delight on her face. He ordered Lady L to eat Mrs. Jones’ pussy and Lady L tried to get to her knees but she was still overcome by her orgasm. She rolled onto her face and tried to get up but her legs gave way beneath her. The man who’d been screwing Mrs. Jones yanked Lady L’s bottom into the air and began spanking her. He spanked her hard and at first she lay there and accepted it, but he began smacking her bottom very hard. So hard the each blow made her scoot across the floor a few inches. She struggled to get to Mrs. Jones but he held her firm and kept the spanking going. She began to whimper, then sob, and finally scream, but he was merciless. The man holding Mrs. Jones decided to get into the act and he began spanking her pussy. Mrs. Jones enjoyed it too, at first, but soon she was shrieking in pain. The first man decided he wanted to spank Lady L’s pussy, so her picked her up, sat beside the other man and opened her legs. Lady L was crying but as soon as the first spank landed on her pussy her eyes flew open and a look of pure astonishment came across her face and she screamed to rattle the rafters. Everything in the room stopped for a second, then the men laughed and returned to what they were doing.
Her tormentor spanked Lady L’s helpless pussy until she grew faint. I was worried about her until I saw her eyes flicker open and a tiny smile appear.
While that was going on the other man was spanking Mrs. Jones’ pussy. She went into a very impressive orgasm, thrashing and squealing on his lap. In fact, it was so showy that I decided she must be faking.
He let her writhe around for a minute, then dumped her on the floor. She’d barely landed when she rolled around and kissed his feet. He looked at her curiously but she worked her way up his legs with her lips. He opened his knees and she pounced on his cock. Apparently she was pretty good because a look of astonished delight came over his face. He leaned back, closed his eyes and enjoyed a pretty enthusiastic blow job.
Lady L’s man tapped her on the shoulder and pointed to Mrs. Jones. Lady L took a long deep breath, then knelt between his legs and licked his balls.
Another man wandered over, watched for a moment, then knelt behind Lady L and thrust his cock inside her. She paused, tensed up for a second, then resumed worshipping the cock in her mouth. Somebody else decided to fuck Mrs. Jones the same way. Other men noticed and a line began to form.
After they had sucked several cocks the men spread Lady L on a table, stretched her arms and legs very tightly and tied them off, then they placed Mrs. Jones atop her. A man tied a rope through Lady L’s hair, slipped the end through Mrs. Jones’ waist rope and tugged until Lady L’s face was jammed into Mrs. Jones’ pussy. Then he did the same to Mrs. Jones’ hair and tied her face between Lady L’s legs. The men stood over them making sure that their tongues were busy, then wandered away.
I assumed the women would relax but within a few minutes I noticed Lady L’s toes curling and her back arch off the table so high that she lifted Mrs. Jones with her.
Mary came by, looked at me and shook her head. She disappeared then returned with a damp washcloth. She cleaned my face and then wiped my body down. I could have kissed her. She walked away and made her way around the room. She attended to each woman the same way, if she could get close that is, some were so busy being tortured that she couldn’t get near them. She went to Dianne and started to wash her face but Denise appeared, took the wash cloth away from Mary and smacked it across Dianne’s breasts. Dianne looked up at her, smiled and said: “Thank you ma’am, may I please have another?”
Denise tossed the washcloth away and raked her nails down Dianne’s chest. Deep scratches appeared. Dianne made a smooching sound and winked at Denise. Denise went to the wall and selected a plastic yard stick. She returned and began smacking Dianne’s breasts. This attracted attention and several men gathered around. One made as if to take the yard stick, but Denise told him to fuck Dianne.
“You guys screw her, and I’ll take care of her boobs,” Denise said.
Men gathered around and I couldn’t see any more. Later the crowd parted and I saw Dianne hanging from the ceiling. Four men were whipping her and she had a look of pure unadulterated ecstasy. They changed her position so that her legs were tied open and several men walked slowly around her in a circle snapping whips over every part of her body. She squealed in delight and urged them to strike harder. Weights were clamped to her nipples and pussy lips and swung with her gyrations. If one fell off she asked to have it replaced.
I decided that she must be on drugs.
I was still kneeling and had just received a face full of cum when the room became very quiet. Jean was still tied over a table and a man was screwing her from behind. Everyone was watching because he was strangling her.
The man had wrapped a rope around Jean’s neck like a garrote and was pulling it tightly. Her body was pulled off the table. Her back was arched, her face pointed to the ceiling and it was turning purple. The man slammed his cock into her body so hard that the table shook. He twisted the garrote from side to side and she seemed close to passing out. Mary moved close but the man released his grip on the rope. Jean fell back onto the table, her breasts flattening as she landed. She gasped and sucked in air. The man grabbed and handful of Jean’s hair and bent close to her ear.
“You filthy whore.” he said, his voice dripping contempt. “You like this don’t you?”
Jean couldn’t speak for several minutes, she coughed and gasped for breath, but she looked at him and nodded. In the silence her whispered answer carried through the room.
“Yes, I want more.”
He complied and the table started to slide across the floor with his thrusts. He left the noose slack Jean threw her head back and tossed her chin up like a horse.
“Choke me again.”
He tightened the garrote and pulled her body off the table so hard that the front legs rose off the floor. Jean closed her eyes in delight.
“I think she likes being choked,” one of the onlookers commented.
“Is that true?” the man asked her. “Shall we hang you by your neck? Want us to fuck you while you die?”
Jean couldn’t answer, but the bone shaking orgasm that hit her spoke volumes. The man spurted a split second later. He was quickly replaced and the second man kept pressure on Jean’s throat while he screwed her too. All in all, every man in the room fucked her while choking her half to death.
Denise and Mary watched carefully, but Jean was clearly enjoying every minute.
After the fifth or sixth man screwed her the next announced his intention of fucking her in the ass. Jean’s face froze and she looked at Mary in alarm.
Mary just shook her head as if to say: ‘we warned you’.
Panic was on Jean’s face and she tried to turn her head but the man yanked the garrote cruelly.
“What’s the matter slave girl, never been fucked in the ass before?” he sneered.
“Please don’t, , ,” she began, but one of the men slapped her face and told her to shut up.
She looked at all the faces around her. There was no sympathy in any of them. Even Mary and Denise regarded her coldly. Jean took a long deep breath, set her teeth, then actually wiggled her bottom slightly. That drew howls of laughter from the men.
The man behind her positioned his cock at her anus then brutally thrust inside her. Jean’s eyes flew open in and a long wail of absolute agony came from her throat. Her scream was cut off when the man tightened the rope around her neck.
“Let her breathe,” a man suggested. “I want to hear her scream.”
Jean was permitted to scream her lungs out. The screams grew faint and as I watched the look of pain fade from her face. It softened and her eyes half closed. She looked slowly around the table, meeting every man’s eyes, and I saw a faint smile on her lips.
“Jesus, she likes this too,” a man marveled. Jean smiled at him.
Denise pushed through the crowd and tossed a handful of nipple clamps on the table. They were as wicked as the one she’d put on Dianne. Someone placed a clamp on one of Jean’s nipples. She gasped, then screamed again, more in shock than in pain I think. Her scream hadn’t stopped when a second clamp was applied. That scream was definitely a shriek of pain. She writhed begged them to take the clamps off. Her pleas were rewarded with more clamps. The man fucking her yanked the garrote and told her to shut up. She obeyed.
Another master took the garrote off Jean’s throat. Everyone protested but shut up when he tied a hangman’s noose on a longer rope. They watched intently as he slipped it over Jean’s head, tossed the rope over a rafter and hauled her body off the table.
I made eye contact with Denise. She nodded to reassure me that she wouldn’t let them kill Jean.
It appears that screwing a slave while strangling her is a big turn on for some men because several other women suffered the same treatment. I watched in concern as a man tore Mrs. Jones’ ropes off then drag her and Lady L off their table. Mrs. Jones landed on the floor and lay dazed while they untied Lady L. My concern grew to alarm as Lady L was jerked roughly to her feet and a noose was placed around her neck. The noose was tossed over a rafter and she was thrown onto the table. Her head was yanked upward as the noose was brutally tightened. Mrs. Jones landed beside her and her body was pulled up a noose. Neither lady protested or screamed, in fact Lady L’s face remained calm.
A man thrust fiercely into Lady L and I hoped he was fucking her pussy because Lady L should never have to endure anal sex. (Unfortunately I was wrong. Gracious, elegant Lady L was raped in her ass that night.)
She grabbed the edge of the table and braced herself as the man slammed his cock into her, but then she let go and raised her hands gently into the air, abandoning herself to him. The same thing was happening to Mrs. Jones, but she let go of the table and folded her wrists across her back as if she was inviting someone to tie them.
The man screwing Lady L bent grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head further back. Pain flashed across her face when he yanked the noose tight. After a moment her face calmed and her eyes opened. She looked up and deliberately met the eyes of every man around her. Poor Lady L’s hair was a mess, her face was purple and covered with perspiration. Every muscle in her body was strained but her eyes were shining. She reached out and grasped the penis of a man in front of her. Another man laughed and stepped close and she took him in her other hand.
I was absolutely flabbergasted. Not at what was happening to her, but at how Lady L was responding. She was enjoying it!
She had trouble masturbating the men in front of her because from time to time the man holding her noose would yank so hard that she was lifted up and lost her grip on their cocks. They yelled at him to take it easy so he lowered her face a bit. When one of the men came Lady L deliberately aimed his cum into her face.
That brought a resounding cheer from the onlookers and the instant the first man stopped spurting he was replaced by another.
Mrs. Jones was also masturbating two cocks, but the man fucking her let go of her noose and her body dropped onto the table. A hand grabbed her hair and in an instant she had a cock in her mouth.
The man fucking Lady L came and stepped back. He was replaced and the next man fucked her. He came rather quickly but when he did he grasped her noose in both hands and jerked so hard that her head was snapped upwards. I screamed in fear that he might break her neck. He pulled harder and she was dragged so high that she lost grip on the cocks in her hands and she was lifted her off his own cock. He held her suspended while his cum spurted on her legs, then let her drop. She collapsed in the floor.
Denise rushed over and took the noose off her neck. Lady L lay gasping for a few minutes, then climbed to her feet. She reached up, put her head in the noose, then bent over the table and opened her legs. She looked up at the men, clearly waiting for the next to fuck her. Denise shook her head in dismay and stepped back into the shadows.
She must have asked him to do it, because the next man also hauled her into the air by her neck when he came.
They did the same thing to Mrs. Jones, but she wasn’t expecting it. A look of panic came over her face and she fought and kicked as she dangled. The men laughed as her breasts bounced from side to side and one of them slapped them a few times, but I don’t think she noticed. They dropped her after a moment, but she was quickly picked up and bent back over the table.
Despite my worries about Lady L I was a bit jealous that I didn’t get the same treatment. I wanted to be hanged too but no one paid attention to me. I was ignored on my kneeling post.
A man came to me. I saw his hard penis pointing at my face and had my mouth open when he arrived. It took quite a while to make him come, (I think they were all starting to wind down by then) so I couldn’t see what was happening to Lady L.
Later I saw Mrs. Jones on the lap of a man. Her hands were tightly bound behind her back and she was bouncing up and down on his penis while he pinched her nipples.
Lady L was kneeling between another man’s legs playing with his cock. It was the guy who liked to talk dirty. Two others sat nearby. They were talking to her and she was looking up at them and nodding. I had trouble hearing clearly but I did catch words like ‘slut’ and ‘whore’. Lady L seemed almost eager to listen to their abuse. When the man came she lowered her face and he spurted onto her head. She massaged his semen into her hair.
Then she crawled to another man.
I fell asleep tied to my post, but woke when someone snapped a whip across my breasts. When he saw that I was wide awake, the man gave me a dozen more cuts, then untied me and dragged me to a table. He dumped me over it but didn’t bother to tie me. I looked for a noose and would have put one around my own neck the way Lady L had done, but Denise had taken them away. I would have settled for a garrote but all he did was screw me, then walk away.
I stood up and wondered what I ought to do. I wasn’t tied and no one noticed me, so I went into the bathroom. I jumped into the shower, intending to have a quick wash, but the hot water felt so good that I ended up standing there for at least half an hour. I rushed back to the dungeon feeling guilty but no one seemed to notice that I was gone.
The men had pushed all the tables together in a row and were tying the women beside one another face down. I walked over and got in line. After all ten of us were tied down they formed a circle and screwed us silly. They even made Mary put on some music so they could fuck us in rhythm.
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