Chapter 12
It was no use. The harder Alta strained at her bonds the tighter they became. The other guests filed into the bedroom, men and women with eyes glazed partly by too much liquor and partly from lust at what they were about to do to the beautiful and helpless young woman struggling and crying on the high bed. The whole thing seemed so absurd to Alta, so completely wicked; yet she knew it was happening, that it was not some grotesque scene from a bad x-rated movie. A woman was going to be whipped, and that woman was her!
"Oh God, Bill," she begged, her voice breaking because of the tremendous fear she now suffered, "please don't do this awful thing to me!"
Bill reached out and rubbed her jiggling butt. "We're just going to whip you a little, baby," he said, then swatted her soundly on her nearest buttocks and made an ugly red imprint of his big hand.
Bucking under his blow, Alta yelled out shrilly and turned her head to look pleadingly up into his grinning face. The strong leather bonds bit into her wrists and ankles. "Why? Dear God... why?"
Everyone was drunk enough by now to think her question funny. As they all began to laugh, Alta groaned aloud and buried her face into the bedspread. Bitter sobs racked her body. Tears overflowed her eyes and wetted the spread beneath her face. Dimly she heard Vera enter the room.
The leather straps trailing from Vera's hand were wicked little things. She had one for each of the guests and quickly moved around the bed passing them out. The straps were two feet in length, about as wide as a wooden yardstick, made of rawhide. The rawhide had been pounded some, taking part of the stiffness from the leather, but the straps remained stiff enough to allow rather harsh blows on bare skin. They were, however, soft enough to prevent cutting blood unless a very strong man became wildly agitated and plunged into a frenzied fit of unchecked sadism.
Alta turned pale at the sight of all the naked men and women standing around her holding their leather straps in readiness. Her body began trembling violently, and she begged them not to beat her, pleaded to be let up. To no avail. The more pitiful her quavering voices became the wider the grins on all the leering faces grew. The tit-pinching girl was especially pleased with this unexpected development. Alta could read the extreme lust in her face and eyes. She dropped her gaze from the girl's evil expression and moaned into the bed.
"Let's stroke her first," Vera suggested.
The tip of one leather strap touched the small of her back. Alta sucked in her breath and shivered. Then other strap tips began lightly contracting her body, from the nape of her neck all the way down to the soles of her feet. Alta whimpered and held herself deathly still. It was as if they were tickling her with feathers. Up and down her body moved the cool leather, delicately, soothingly. It was incredible, but she found herself responding to the feathery stroking. In short seconds she could not deny the pleasure of it, and her whimpers turned from anguished sounds and took on a tone of sexuality.
Unable to stop herself, Alta began writhing about, looking from one side of the bed to the other. All the faces were smiling down at her, silently asking if she liked the sensual stroking of the leather straps over her smooth skin. They were torturing her, she knew, dallying, teasing, for soon the gentle caressing would turn to biting and stinging lashes. Even so, she could not help returning their taunting smiles; and her face took on a mixture of half-smile and half-terror. Her eyes were wide, beginning to glaze over with lust. The mental torment of knowing that soon she would be screaming in pain crept slowly from her brain, spreading down through her body till the juices were flowing copiously from her lovely hair pussy. The suspense was awful; but, strangely, Alta found it bittersweetly pleasant as it grew more fearsome and took hold of her entire person. At any moment the caresses would stop, to be followed by a rain of blows which she knew would plunge her directly into hell itself.
Thoroughly confused, Alta quit trying to analyze her feelings and gave herself over to both the pleasant stroking and the intense suspense raging within her. At the moment, what they were doing to her gave her the most scrumptious sensations. There was nothing she could do about later, anyway, so she put it from her mind and started moving her body in an effort to follow the trailing leather straps and heighten the pleasurable sensations they imparted to every inch of her vulnerable backside.
Alta was moaning deliciously and rolling her head about when Vera said, "Enough. She's ready now. I'll take the first lash, then each of you follow suit beginning at my left and moving around the bed. No two straps are to touch her at the same time... understand?"
Her mind now surrounded by a dreamlike fog, Alta lay waiting on the bed. In her present condition she almost welcomed the first blow. Dimly she heard the guests acknowledge their understanding of Vera's instructions. She offered no protest now, did not beg mercy. The suspense had done its work. She no longer feared or dreaded the stings of the straps she knew were soon coming. Something had snapped deep within her, turning the suspense into desire and filling her with an awful hunger. She wanted to taste the straps now, to feel them bite into her writhing flesh. Before the first piece of cruel leather descended upon her, Alta knew it would be a wonderful experience.
It was. She heard the sound of the strap cutting through the air. Involuntarily she clenched her eyes tightly shut and tensed her buttocks. The strap snapped rather than hit solidly. As the tip of Vera's expertly placed strap bit into the cheek of her soft ass, Alta's entire body jerked harshly. She opened her trembling lips and let out a high-pitched scream.
While her agonized voice still reverberated about the room, another strap came down forcefully across her thighs. Again her body jerked reflexively. She screamed again, louder this time because the pain was more intense. A red welt rose immediately on the creamy skin of her upper thighs. Splat! The next vicious blow hit just above the backs of her knees, making her wail out mournfully and try to raise her feet and calves up to protect her abused thighs. She couldn't, of course, for her ankles were still fastened to the sturdy bedposts by the leather restraints.
Blows fell on her calf and foot, then moved to her other leg and started up toward her body. Up her thighs rained the lashes, leaving ugly red welts in their wake. Her buttocks were stinging, her thighs raw. It was only the beginning. The wicked rawhide straps beat rapidfire by her back, each blow still stinging fiercely when the next one came. Down her quaking back on the other side then, until the circle had been completed and once again Vera snapped her strap expertly and nearly took a hunk out of Alta's poor buttock this time.
"OH JESUS... OH GOD!!!" She yelled, bucking furiously now as the straps began hitting her faster and harder. "STOP... I CANT TAKE ITTT!!!"
But they did not stop. Alta thought she would surely die from the sadistic beating they kept happily giving her tortured body. She thrashed about to the limits her bonds would permit, begging unashamedly for mercy, pleading with them to quit, screaming that they were killing her. The rain of blows continued. Her voice grew ragged, then hoarse, till finally she could no longer scream. Her back and ass and legs were flowing when they quit swinging the terrible straps. She felt her ankles and wrists being released from the tight leather bonds. Burning! Her entire backside was on fire!
When her right hand was free, she reached behind her and tremblingly wiped her palm over her ass and thigh. Expecting to see her hand covered with blood, she hesitantly brought it up to her face. There was no blood, she discovered, and she felt a great sense of relief floor through her. She lay moaning and whimpering as her other hand and both her ankles were freed. The heat from her beating seeped into her body. She lay weakly on the bed, not even trying to get up, her body still twitching and jerking although the blows no longer came.
"Alta?"
It was Vera's voice, coming to her as if from afar. "You may get up now, if you'd like."
"No," she moaned. "I don't think I can stand. I don't think I can move."
"How'd you like it?" Bill asked. "Awful... It was terrible!"
"Listen," Bill said, his voice sounding worried now, "I'm sorry if I read you wrong. I thought you'd love it... honest I did, Alta, honey."
"Turn me over," she said.
Being very careful not to touch Alta where her skin looked the most tender, Bill turned her onto her back. The expression on her face made him turn pale. She was not at all a pretty girl at the moment, for her face was screwed into an ugly grimace which mirrored her pain and mental turmoil.
"My tits," Alta gasped.
"What about them, baby?" Bill cautiously inquired.
"Whip them, you son of a bitch! Whip them!"
"But... I thought you didn't like it."
"I loved it," she groaned. "You rotten bastard... I loved it! Whip my tits! Goddamn you all! Whip 'em... Whip 'em!"
Bill and the girl who had taken such keen delight in pinching Alta's lovely breasts began beating harshly with their straps. With each new spear of pair, Alta cursed them more, rolling her head deliriously from side to side and making her tits sway.
"My stomach too!" she ordered, and immediately two more leather straps began working on her soft midsection.
She opened her legs wide, making of her cunt a bull's-eye target. "My pussy!" she croaked. "Whip it... harder! Yesss! Ohh... Oh God! I'm coming! Coming... coming, coming, coming!!!"
The sound of the leather straps hitting her body made Alta's orgasm shudderingly intense, especially the wet report of the cruel leather lashing brutally into her open and swollen cunt. They continued to beat at the moving target of her thrashing and convulsing pinkish-white body as Alta blubbered out her fantastic climax. Had it been one iota more soul consuming she would have passed over the thin line which separated her from total insanity. As it was, she filled the entire house with her broken cries of unbelievable carnal bliss, bucking wildly about on the bed, her mouth drooling saliva and her cunt oozing a copious mass of clear vagina secretions.
When she stopped coming, she held up her trembling arms and opened her legs far apart. "Fuck me!" she rasped. "Somebody fuck me!"
There was not a limber cock in the room. Two men hurried to give Alta what she wanted, one of them shoving the other to the floor and throwing himself atop her body to jam his throbbing organ in her steaming cunt to the very hilt.
"No, goddamn it," she protested, pushing him off her. "I need a cock, not a worm! The biggest... I want the biggest!"
The men compared dicks, the one with the largest getting onto the bed and positioning himself confidently between her eager thighs. He shoved into her, penetrating her fully with one quick thrust. "There, baby. Now you've got the best in the house."
"It's not big enough!" Alta shouted. "Get off!"
The man pulled his prick from her loose cunt as Alta pushed him away. "Book!" she demanded. "Get me Book!"
"I can't get ahold of him at this time of night," Bill explained. "Even if I could, it would be an hour before he'd arrive."
"Listen, baby," Vera said, sitting on the bed beside Alta, patting her.
"Book, Vera," Alta pleaded. "I need Book. I need his lovely big black cock in me! I've got to have it!"
"I know, honey. I know. How would you like an even bigger prick than Book's?"
"There's not one bigger than Book's," Alta moaned.
"Yes there is, Alta, and I can get it for you in a matter of minutes. I don't know if I should or not, though. Christ, I was going to try it before we threw our next party."
"Ill try it," Alta offered. "Whoever the guy is, get him in here quick."
"Shit," Vera muttered, licking nervously at her Hps and glancing up at Bill. "Do we dare let her?"
"Why not? I've never seen a woman more turned on than Alta is at this moment. It can be done. We saw a Mexican whore take it," Bill said.
"Hurry!" Alta begged.
Vera motioned with her head. Bill nodded and left the room. He went through the garage and out into their rear grounds, trotting toward the stable.
"Here, I'll help you up," Vera said, putting her arm under Alta's shoulders and easing her to a sitting position. "We have to go out to the garage."
"What for, Vera?"
"That's where the platform is, honey."
"Platform?"
"Yes, platform. It's not upholstered yet, but we can put a quilt over it so the boards wont chafe your skin."
"I don't understand, Vera. What's wrong with the bed? Why do we need a platform?"
"I might as well tell you, honey. The stud who has this big rod... he isn't a man. He's a donkey, a Mexican burro."
"Oh, Good Lord!" Alta gasped.
"It'll be all right. He knows what to do. He's trained to screw a woman. Bill and I bought him from a whorehouse that puts on special shows," Vera told her, not too confidently.
"Oh, good Lord!" Alta mumbled again.
"You don't have to do it, Alta," Vera said.
"I want to, Vera. God! I wouldn't miss this for the world! Help me. Take me out to the platform."
Vera led Alta from the room, taking her into the garage and spreading a quilt on the platform before she positioned Alta on it. Alta lay waiting for Bill to bring in the donkey, looking up at the boards above her, on which the donkey would prance with his front hoofs while he fucked her. Her legs were open wide, hooked around two polished wooden poles with the backs of her knees tied securely into place, so the donkey couldn't scoot her up the platform if his thrusts became too forceful. She would have to take it as the animal gave it, no matter how rough he got.
A clatter of hoofs sounded outside on the concrete patio behind the house. The back door swung open and Bill led the shaggy burro into the garage. Alta squirmed her head about to get a look at the specially trained animal. Her heart did flip-flops. The donkey's cock hung below his body, big and so black that it had a bluish sheen to it. The head was blunt, almost flat, and even flaccid the animal's organ was thicker than Book's monster had been! Fear rose in her chest, but the intense longing in her loins over-ruled it. The sudden thought of backing out faded as suddenly as it had come, and Alta stared hotly as Vera knelt beside the donkey and began jacking off his cock. Harder and longer and thicker grew the huge penis, until Vera was satisfied it was at full erection.
"Are you ready for this," Vera asked, holding the massive organ in her hand as she looked questioningly at Alta.
"Bring him here... Give it to me!"
Bill helped Vera lead the animal to the platform. They urged him to rear up and place his front hoofs on the boards above Alta. Bill squatted beside the platform and took out an electric cattle prod. Alta held her breath. Bill touched the prod to the donkey's butt. He hunched forward, Vera holding the bluish-black monster in her hand and guiding it to Alta's widespread pussy. The flattened head of the donkey's organ bumped against Alta, parting her cunt lips and making her suck in her breath harshly.
"Oh Jesus!" Alta hissed, squirming against the pain the animal's hard glans caused her. "It's too big! Too big!"
But her protest came loo late, for Bill was again applying the cattle prod to the burro's butt. Vera's hand held the flat glans into Alta's slippery opening. The donkey brayed and stomped the boards over Alta. The animal hunched forward to escape the electric charge coming from the cattle prod, sending his gigantic cock painfully through the tautly stretched lips of Alta's cunt and shoving deep into her belly.
"Oh God! Oh God! Oh good God!!" Alta yelled out shrilly.
The stretching and tearing sensation almost made her pass out. The donkey's dick was so big around that Alta felt sure it was at least twice as big as Book's. She could feel the donkey cock pushing deep into her body, shoving her womb out of its way, extending the length of her vagina itself.
A shocking and smothering sensation swept over her as the long fat organ pressed even further in her writhing body. It felt like the blunt head of the donkey's cock was entering her chest. Alta took tiny gasping breaths, her mind reeling with the thought she might die at any second. Then, as she was about to faint dead away, the last of the animal's fantastic penis slipped snugly into her. She felt the coarse hair on his stomach brushing against her soft skin.
"You did it, baby!" Vera shouted. "By God, you did it... took it all... every last inch! How does it feel? Tell me... Oh shit, I'm dying to try it myself!"
Alta blinked weakly at Vera. She tried to smile but couldn't. When she opened her mouth to speak, nothing but a soul-rending groan escaped her quivering lips.
The donkey was indeed trained to fuck a woman. No sooner had the tip of his cock touched the deepened end of Alta's wide-stretched tunnel than it was on its way out. The animal arched his shaggy back jerkily, pulling his glistening bluish-black organ more than halfway from Alta's gripping vagina. The lips of her cunt were stretched to the very limit. As the animal's organ, thicker than a man's wrist, came pulling out, her hairy lips distended about it. They drew out from her body, holding to the instrument of her impalement, gripping it as if reluctant to let it go now that she had once had it all inside her belly.
At the end of the donkey's outstroke, six inches of blue-black cock shone between his body and hers, with at least another six still inside her squirming body. It was not long in view, however, for he humped forward and shoved back full into her. Her cunt lips folded inward, jerking rapidly as she took the full length of the burro's dick for the second time. The smothering sensation was not as great this time. Alta felt the rock-hard pylon hit bottom deep inside her. She blinked her eyes and grunted loudly.
"God, that sounds good!"
Alta turned her head toward the excited female voice as the burro withdrew again. It was the girl who had taken so much pleasure in pinching her tits. She noted with amusement the girl's hand working at her own loins, with three fingers shoved deep into her pussy. A smile started to break across her face but instantly vanished as the donkey sent his massive organ thrusting back into her. He hunched harder this time, jolting her and making her grunt even louder than before.
The burro went at his task in earnest then, hunching quickly and surely, driving his thick cock rhythmically in and out of her tightly gripping pussy. Alta panted for breath. Her mouth hung open and her eyes and hands were clenched shut. Within a few thrusts her vagina had adapted to the girth and length of the blue-black monster cock. Once that happened she forgot about everything else and began to thoroughly enjoy her beast lover.
It was the same as it had been with Book. At first she thought she'd never be able to relax and find pleasure, that she was stretched too much and might be hurt by the size of the penis within her. Soon she realized differently. All the pain ebbed away, leaving her free to concentrate on the incredible sensations careening through her loins.
The friction of such a pole pushing snugly in and out of her tight opening built an added fire to her already seething lust. It got so good she could not be still. Her hips started to undulate in time to the donkey's cadence. Soon she was throwing her cunt up to the beast just as she did to a man, thrilling to the unholy union in every nerve and cell of her thrashing body. She orgasmed again and again, cursing and calling out hoarsely as her body shuddered and twisted about. When the donkey came, Alta joined him with a final climax of her own. Sperm gushed from his thick cock like water from a garden hose, hitting deep into her and washing out over her fluttering cunt lips in torrents. It was entirely too much for her to bear. She passed out, screaming brokenly.
Sometime before dawn Lloyd awoke with a start. He sat up in bed and looked about the strange bedroom. Recognizing nothing, he rubbed his face and struggled to collect his thoughts. One by one the events of the past evening came to him. He felt ashamed for having given Alta a hard time about letting Book screw her. After all, he realized, she had done it at his urging.
His wife was in bed with him, sleeping soundly. A fatuous smile covered her lovely face. He decided to make it up to her, to show her he was sorry for his earlier rebuff. Making love to her very gently and lovingly would show her he was no longer angry, he thought, taking her into his arms and snuggling up to her warm body. He would wake her with caresses. She loved to be awoken that way.
But his kissing lips and caressing hands didn't bring any response from Alta. She merely lay there smiling fatuously and sleeping soundly away. Worried, he reached between her legs and brought his hand into contact with her hot cunt. He pushed in one finger, then two, three, four! Frantic, he stuck his whole hand into his wife's pussy clear up to his wrist.
"Oh, my God!" he moaned, falling back to the bed in a cold sweat. "Oh, my God!!"