PRETTY POLLY
By V.P. Viddler
Al and Sid brought the girl up with her wrists in handcuffs behind her back.
"This is her," Sid said. "Name's Polly."
"I'm sorry," Polly said. "I'm sorry. Please."
She was scared. Very scared. With good reason.
"I can't do anything but kill you, Polly," I said.
"No!" Polly said. "Please god don't no I'm sorry I'm so sorry don't--"
"But not right away," I said. "Polly. Pretty Polly." I looked at Sid and Al.
"You want her?"
"Bad," Al said.
"God, yes," Sid said.
"Oh, no," Polly said. "Oh god no. Don't. Please please don't. No."
"Make her strip for us," Al said.
"No," I said. "I like her hundcuffed that way. Cute, isn't she? Pretty Polly."
"I love long dark hair," Sid said.
"And bouncy little tits," Al said.
"I like legs," I said. "Slim, smooth, curvy legs. I think you probably have fine
legs, Polly."
"Please," Polly said. "I'm sorry. Please. Don't hurt me."
"I won't," I said. "Pretty Polly, I'm going to let Sid and Al hurt you. And I'm
going to watch."
"No! No! I--I'll--"
"You'll what?"
"Christ. Anything. Don't hurt me. Anything."
"Al," I said.
"Yeah," Al said.
"Sid," I said.
"Yeah," Sid said.
"Hurt her."
"No!" Polly screamed. But Sid and Al just grinned.
Polly turned to run, but she had no place to go. I watched her panic, trying to
run with her hands cuffed in back of her. I watched her face as Al and Sid did
what I told them to do. I listened to her howl. I watched her go down, and as Al
and Sid stood back I watched Pully, we all watched her, thrashing in agony on
the floor, rolling and twisting and writhing and squirming and jerking and
kicking in awful pain in front of us. Making choking, gagging sounds when she
couldn't draw breath to howl and shriek.
"That's beautiful," I said. "Polly in pain." And as she twisted and squirmed and
flailed against the floor, her skirt rucked up, slid high up over her soft
luscious legs, and I saw that those legs were fabulous. "You have marvellous
legs, Polly," I said. "Exquisite calves. Such long, sensuous thighs. I love
them. I want them. I want to hurt them." Polly was gagging and crying and trying
to beg. "Look at her squirm," I said. "Do that again, boys."
"No!" Polly squalled frantically. "No! Please! I'll--I--oh god god no--"
"What about her tits?" Al said.
"Al wants your breasts, Polly," I said. "Show them to us."
"I--oh--I can't--I'm--"
"Do it," I said. "Or I'll kill you right now."
Polly was out of her mind with pain, sobbing and gasping. But she took hold of
the back of her blouse with her cuffed hands and pulled at it, twisted its
material in her hands until it was stretched tight across her lovely breasts. A
button popped. The blouse strained.
"Look at that," Sid said. "God. Look at those nipples standing out! Shit! Rip it
off, baby."
But Polly couldn't. "Please," she sobbed.
"Polly," I said. "Roll over onto your back. That's right. Hold onto your blouse,
and don't let that skirt slip down. Just get on your back. Hurry."
What a sight was Polly's arching, straining body, hands crushed beneath her,
breasts thrusting up hard against her thin top, quivering, jerking, curvy legs
exposed, bare, stretching toward us.
"Al," I said. "Fuck her."
"No," Polly moaned despairingly.
Al tore her panties off and fell on top of her and stuck his cock all the way
inside her and Polly yowled, then sobbed and bleated as Al did it to her.
"Sid," I said, "tie her ankles in back of him."
Sid lashed Polly's ankles together so those fantastic legs curled around Al's
body, squeezing into him. Thighs strained and taut and vulnerable, calves taut
and straining and curvy luscious soft. And Al tore that blouse apart and Polly's
round beautiful jouncing breasts were naked, and Al bit into one and Polly
screamed and her body spasmed under him and her gorgeous thighs tightened and
rippled. I told Sid to get off in Polly's mouth and Polly sobbed and gagged
around his dick until he shot down her throat.
"Sid," I said. "Now. Cigarettes."
Sid lit up.
Polly said, "No please anything I'm sorry I'll do anything, anything you want no
please no please no."
And I smiled.
"Pretty Polly. Her thighs, Sid. Burn her thighs. Burn them all over. And don't
stop."
Sid did. And Al came into Polly's bouncing, jouncing, twisting, bucking,
agony-filled body.
And so forth, until I was satiated enough to fuck her. I made her get on her
knees, shaking and spasming, with ankles still bound and wrists still handcuffed
behind, on her knees with her head on the floor and I fucked Polly up the ass.
Brutally. And I took her long dark silky hair and yanked her head up and made
her suck off Sid standing in front of her. I fucked her and I told Al to get
down and burn her dangling breasts. Burn them and burn them and ruin those sweet
upstanding pink nipples. Polly screamed her lungs out around Sid's cock until
Sid came all over her face, and her whole body writhed and jerked and twisted
around until I shot it all far into her belly.
"Now I can kill you," I said.
"No," Polly gasped out. "Don't. Please. I'll do anything."
"Pretty thing," I said. "You'll have to be my whore."
"I will," Polly sobbed.
"Say it."
"I'm your whore."
"Cock-sucker."
"C-cocksucker."
"Filthy fucking twat."
"Ohh--I--filthy fucking twat!"
And Polly was my filthy fucking whore twat when next night I had a party and
hung Polly up naked in the middle fo the room and leg anybody whip her. Her
young husband watched as I made her suck us all off and ask us all to piss on
her. I made him piss on her too.
And now as I dictate this Polly is sucking my dick, hands behind her, writhing
in pain...
