Chapter 3
I Was back on the floor again.
If I thought I'd been sore before, I guess I was wrong!
Every bit of me hurt now. And had been doing so for a very long time.
Before Norma left, she decided on what my next punishment would be.
She wanted to give me time to think about the things she had told me.
So she tied me up.
I sighed when I first saw the rope, but didn't think it to be that big a deal. But then I'd never been around anyone as proficient with knots before either.
By time she was done, so was I. Finished.
There wasn't a damn thing I could do by myself anymore.
My ankles had been crossed, then tied. Once she had me so I couldn't run, the amazon unlocked one of my wrists.
It was all the more she needed. With a single loop of rope she was able to bring my elbows together.
She never paid the slightest attention to my pained howling as she wound the rope tighter and tighter.
Not only were my elbows touching, but so were the next few inches of my upper arms.
Only then did she release the lock holding my other wrist.
Not that it was free for long. No it was quickly tied to it's mate.
I felt stupid laying on the ground like this, and saw how solitary and maddening it would be if she left me like this.
All I'd be able to do was think, because I certainly wasn't going jogging.
And Norma wasn't finished with me yet.
Even with her size and additional strength the woman had trouble with the next part.
She bitched and complained about how much of a problem I was as she tied a rope linking my ankles and elbows.
Slowly taking out the slack.
Huffing and puffing as she fought for every inch.
She was nearly holding me suspended from the floor before she got out all the slack she wanted.
Bringing my elbows and ankles together!
I was sure I'd break in half.
Positive the strain would be more than any human could endure.
I was wrong on both counts.
Oh I wasn't comfortable by any means, but it seemed as if I wouldn't have any choice in staying like this either.
Norma was muttering something about gagging me, and I prayed she wouldn't. Breathing was difficult enough right now and I didn't need the additional pain.
By the nature of my bondage, all of my weight was now taken by my belly. No matter what I did with my head, I seemed to be cutting off my own air supply.
So I laid there, groaning and gasping.
Praying that the woman would change her mind and let me loose.
She changed her mind alright.
The amazon bitch decided I needed something else to think about.
The instant I felt fingers at my slit I knew what she was up to.
She was smearing that damn cream inside me again!
If I ever found out who had invented the shit, I swore I'd kill him.
As the fire ant invasion began in my pussy, I felt myself trying to squirm around.
To rub my thighs together or something.
Anything that would make the burning need go away.
Or get me off!
But there simply wasn't any slack to the ropes. I'd been tied much too tightly to even close my pussy to someone else's touch. As Norma proved.
Her parting shot to me was a hard swat on the butt, carefully timed to come exactly as her fingers pinched my swollen clit!
I was still howling as she pulled the door shut.
Alone I struggled.
Stupidly thinking I'd find a way to untie the ropes.
Hell, I couldn't even find where the knots were, let alone convince them to give up their hold on me.
I was getting more and more frustrated and mad. Jerking and pulling, but I just couldn't give up.
When I heard the door open, I about hurt myself by trying to see who it was.
Norma was back and she held what looked like a Walk-man in her hand.
"Something to help you learn your new place in life," she giggled as she fit the tiny earphones in place.
"These had better still be like this when I come back. If not you'll think everything else that's happened to you was a picnic."
She switched on the tape player and left me again.
There was no music, only a soft female voice.
Saying short phrases.
Things like, "You love your Mistress ... Obey all orders ... You are submissive ... Being whipped makes you sexy...."
All kinds of sick shit.
They were trying to brainwash me!
And I was helping them.
All I had to do was shake my head around. Sooner or later the small headset would come off.
But then I'd be punished for disobeying.
Prizing my skin more than my brain, I kept on listening.
Squirming around as much as I could on the cold floor, my body numb with pain and I listened.
My body was covered with sweat by time the door opened again. The position was simply too demanding for me to take.
It was worse than doing several long workouts in a row at the gym.
I heard the clicking of heels and thought it was Norma. Coming back to torture me some more.
I was wrong.
It was Carol Addams!
And she wasn't alone.
Blue was obviously her color. I don't think I'd seen her when she wasn't wearing the color. Now was no exception.
This time she wasn't wearing leather. She was sporting a powder blue vinyl outfit featuring a skirt that couldn't have been any shorter if it hoped to cover any part of her.
The rest of her was covered by either a short vest that was open in front to show all of her cleavage, or by a pair of boots that nearly hid more of her upper thighs then her skirt did.
In one hand she held a leash.
The other end running down to the collar of the naked man following her on hands and knees.
Trailing after the woman like some pet dog!
Crawling quickly to stay close to her.
So close that it looked as if his face was buried in her ass cheeks.
"My but don't we look comfy."
If it weren't for the piss poor position I was in, I would have liked to do something about the smug look on the bitch's face.
She was standing near me, turned to one side.
Close enough for her boot to be within tongue reach. Also close enough so I could now see that the nude man did have his tongue stuffed up the woman's ass.
Tonguing her asshole.
He must have been doing a good job, for every once in a while Carol would stop and shiver. A visible tremor running through her.
"Ooooh yes! Such a good pet," she moaned.
I was fuming mad. Here I was so aroused that I'd be willing to fuck anything, and this woman comes in here, being tongued out in front of me like it was an expected thing.
Maybe it was for her.
The more I saw of this place, the easier it was for me to believe this woman was never more than a few seconds away from having her smallest whim taken care of for her.
"A gift from our friend Mr. Mendoza. Oh, did I tell you that Mr. Mendoza is in charge of the local police? It seems as if they don't put up with much of gang trouble here that we allow in the States."
We were in Mexico!
What else could go wrong for me?
If Addams really did have the police in her back pocket, then we might as well be in her own country.
Getting out of this place was seeming a dimmer and dimmer possibility.
"Louis here was always getting into trouble. Theft, trying his hand at running a prostitution ring without first asking permission, even a killing here and there. Finally Mr. Mendoza asked if we could maybe do something with him."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
How could such a man be brought down like this?
Crushed to where he was a house pet!
"It's a wonderful relationship we have with Mr. Mendoza. We show certain considerations to him, and in return he offers us help and protection."
Louis must have shifted underneath the bitch, because there was a big change come over her face.
"OH ... OH MY!" Her eyes popping suddenly.
The young man had gotten his face so far into her, his tongue now reached Carol's clit.
He must have known what to do with it once he got there. The woman looked very grateful for what she was receiving.
"Dear, but it puts one in a mood," she said with a sigh.
The woman in blue took a few steps to her right, leaning back against a padded table much like the one I'd been so terribly paddled on.
Now she had her pet in front of her, and she seemed more than happy to let him continue with the licking he had started.
She was guiding his head around as she went back to her story.
"You poor cow. You didn't have the faintest idea of what you were into when you sent my brother to prison. You thought you were breaking up a small time white slavery ring. HA!"
Her young man was slurping away loudly, and it was making me crazy. If only his tongue were doing the same for me.
"What you found out about didn't even scratch the surface. You were so upset about one or two girls. There are at least fifteen here right now getting ready for auction."
That made my eyes pop.
She was right. I had no idea Edmunds had an operation of this size running.
"That's right," she said proudly. Happy by the shocked reaction she had gotten from me. "We're wholesalers in this market. Sometimes for money, other times for drugs. But even that's fine, for the drugs can always be sold in the States for a very nice profit."
I didn't know what to say.
How could I tell this woman what a monster she really was?
And how many women had been through the very dungeon I was now in?
In the middle of all my thoughts, Carol's head suddenly flew back.
She was moaning loudly and clenching at Louis's head.
The bitch was cumming!
In the middle of telling me about the amount of misery she and her brother had caused countless others, she had the audacity to enjoy an orgasm.
And it didn't look as that one would be enough to satisfy her.
Her face was a mask of lust as she clawed at the young man.
Pulling him up to his feet.
Hugging the man to her hot body.
I only got a glimpse of his manhood, but I could see why she would be in a hurry.
The young hispanic was excited by the way Carol was treating him.
Young, tough, his well toned muscles flexing and dancing under his skin, and he was sporting a cock at least as big as Donner's.
Probably bigger!
Where Donner's was a thing of beauty, this man's cock was a battering ram.
It looked as if he had used, or misused, it for doing heavy construction. A big, ugly club!
Thick veins snaked all along it's mighty length, looking more like a gnarled tree branch than a human body part.
Carol moved with a practiced ease, and I couldn't help wonder what other situations the man had pleasured her under.
Or what ways he had been forced to serve.
Her hands were wrapped around his thickness.
Pumping at him as if she thought she might get another inch or two of growth out of him.
And from where I was it looked like she might.
His mouth was moving all over her neck and shoulders.
Although Carol seemed to be getting off on it, the young man had his sights set somewhat lower.
Wanting to be sucking on the breasts his hands were closing in on.
Squeezing through the thin vinyl of her top.
Carol's nipples were making huge dents in the plastic from the inside out.
Louis couldn't stand it any longer. He had to taste her tits.
He kissed his way down her sternum, fingers ripping at the lacing holding the vest together.
Quarreling with the laces....
Battling until he nearly had the vinyl flapping open....
Carol's breasts thrusting out at him ... When the blonde yanked his head up with one hand.
Her other hand reaching for his arm. Bringing it down to meet the thigh she was raising.
Louis looped his arm under her leg, supporting both it and her while Carol leaned the rest of her weight back onto the padded table.
Her pussy spread wide and ready for penetration.
All three of us knew she was wet and ready.
Louis smiled as he thrust his hips forward.
His cock needed no guidance. No helping hand.
The woman would never be more ready, and he spiked her with one hard push.
"Yes you pig! Do the only thing you're good for. Fuck me!"
I had been mad at her before, but now I couldn't think of a person I'd ever hated more.
This was worse than teasing a parched man by pouring water out in front of him where he couldn't reach.
Or keeping food away from a starving person.
She had to know what had been done to me.
What state and condition I was in.
And how this would affect me!
Doing it right in front of me. Making me watch it.
Once started, Louis wasn't about to stop.
I got the impression that he spent a lot of time as Carol's lap dog, but that actually getting into her was a rare pleasure.
Heaven only knew how many more like him she might have tucked away in this place.
Playing one against the other to make them work for her attentions.
So Louis was making the most of it now.
By holding her one leg up and out, he was spreading her wide enough to take on his thick stalk.
His other hand was holding onto her hips. Using that hand hold for leverage as he slammed into her pussy. Again and again!
I hated it. To the point I couldn't look any more.
The sight of their screwing making me crazy.
So I closed my eyes.
But it didn't help.
I could still hear them.
Able to tell by the sound how many inches he was feeding her....
How long each of his thrusts were.
To the point I couldn't take it either.
"No! Not fair ... just not fair ... I want...."
No matter what I did, I couldn't stop myself from blabbering on.
Or from watching!
"Yes! You know how to do your Mistress. Give me that cock!"
No problem there. It was the only thing the man was interested in.
He had started out wanting to see how aroused he could make the woman in blue, but now that he had her going, he was only thinking with his cock.
That giant, wonderful cock. Judging from the size of his balls, he had quite a load saved up for her.
My mind wandered again.
I could picture a room full of young studs just like this one. All of them being teased in some way.
Their cocks being kept in a constant state of erection.
Made to stay hard for hours, or days at a time.
All of it just so they'd react the same way this stud was once Mistress called for them.
Egos crushed so they'd never question her orders, no matter how perverse. At the same time their cocks had to be answered to.
Their lust turned up to such a degree they'd fuck like bucking animals when given the chance.
Giving Mistress Addams the deep filling penetration that would drive any woman to a thrilling climax.
Or fifty!
"YES! AGAIN!"
Carol's head was shaking side to side as she came.
Her blonde hair whipping her slave in the face.
He was still holding onto her vinyl clad leg, but she was making it easier by wrapping that leg around his waist.
Using it to control the speed and depth of his thrusts.
Digging the spiked heel into his ass cheeks to insure he did as she silently commanded.
The slave was grunting loudly from the heel treatment.
His only display of his disagreement with her.
Carol wanted to feel as much of his cock inside her as possible.
To grind their hips together as that woman-filler plowed it's way to her stomach.
Her slave needed to fuck.
To slam his meat at her.
Wanting to hear her beg for mercy for a change.
And he knew he could make her do it if given the chance.
Sure that he could bend her will to his cock.
Making her want him, and only him.
To make her his slave!
All he had to do was fuck her into submission. God but it was incredible to watch. The slave's nuts were hanging low from being so filled with cum.
The size of ripe fruit.
My cunt was bubbling just from the thought of having that juice squirting inside me.
Carol was having thoughts as well.
She was getting tired of having her slave fighting against her.
Not that she was growing weary of his magnificent screwing, only upset because he wasn't responding as a true slave should.
Taking care of her wants and wishes, instantly.
Both of her hands dropped to hold on to his ass.
Pulling him in as close as possible....
Giving her the room to bend her leg more....
Twisting her ankle to where the spiked heel....
"SHIT ... NNOOOOOO!"
Jabbed into his asshole!
"You do what I tell you. Now and always!"
Then she came again.
Her body jerking as she did so. Causing her heel to fuck her slave.
The second the wave of pleasure finished washing through her, Carol jerked her heel from it's new anal sheath.
Bringing yet another shriek from her stud.
Then she pushed him away.
"Get off of me!"
Hitting and kicking the man until he reluctantly backed off.
Fire and hatred burning in his eyes, but he knew better than to challenge his Mistress.
I'm sure he had tasted her punishments often enough to make him fearful of what she might do.
"How thoughtless of me! We have a guest here. Of course we should pay attention to her first."
If it weren't for the way I was tied, my jaw would have hit the floor. Was she actually offering this magnificent stud to me?
Louis turned, looking at me hungrily.
The thick shaft of his cock pointing right at me.
Looking as if it had already sensed my presence.
Sniffing out my sex need!
"Well? Go ahead. Show her your puny thing!"
The stud closed in on me. Half smiling, half leering.
Loving the way I couldn't tear my eyes away from his huge manhood.
My head bobbing in time with it as he stepped closer.
The sex slave slowly lowered himself to his knees. The tip of his cock hanging only inches above my face!
"Go ahead. Give her what she wants!"
Louis took a few seconds looking me over. Letting me savor what was before me.
I'm also sure he was looking over my ass. Watching the way it was twitching around. The sure sign of how much my pussy wanted him.
I couldn't wait another second for him to get about untying me. I had to feel him humping inside me.
"Hurry! Please...."
His hand closed in my hair. My body rocking back onto the points my hips as he pulled my head up.
The pain bringing a loud gasp from me.
Opening my mouth just far enough for the slave stud to push the tip of his cock between my lips!
I was coughing and sputtering, the fat knob of his cock had been unexpected and too big for me to handle.
But he wasn't going to give me any choice.
Not only did he have all the leverage going his way, but to fight him I'd also have to fight my own body's weight.
All he had to do was rock me back and forth to make me take his meat between my lips.
Each jerk on my scalp, or time my body was twisted in a direction it wasn't designed to move in caused me to yell out again.
Opening my mouth further.
Giving Louis all the opportunity he needed to push in another inch of his fuck muscle.
After a few moments I began to catch up with what the bastard was doing to me.
Pushing the pain as far out of my mind as possible, I concentrated on doing the impossible.
Of actually taking this monster down my throat.
Louis didn't give a damn about me, or if I was having pain or problems.
All he cared about was that he wanted to cum.
Needing to do it just as much as I did.
So he didn't hesitate for an instant.
He pushed harder ... Faster ... Jerking me to him....
Raping my face!
I gave up trying to even think about it, simply submitting to what he was doing. Sure that he'd simply go ahead no matter what I did.
"Just what she wanted. All the cock she could handle," Carol cackled.
From the corner of my eye I could see her.
Still leaning against the small table.
Her legs spread like the whore she was....
Only now she had both hands in her crotch.
Getting herself off as she watched my torture!
From the look of her, she was cumming more often and harder than anything Louis had done for her.
Only giving me more reason to hate her.
Not that she had been far from my mind.
How could I forget about her when I was forced to taste her cunt?
Her slave had gotten her well stirred up. Getting plenty of her cum and juices all over his rod.
Slime he was feeding into my mouth!
Giving me one more reason to dislike her.
She tasted the same way as she struck me....
Cold, lemony....
Sour!
But lick it up I did.
My throat was being torn up as the stud pumped harder and deeper.
Digging my nose into his crotch hair as he bounced off me again and again.
Keeping so much meat in my mouth I thought I'd suffocate.
Panic was rearing it's ugly head when I felt it.
The throbbing.
Louis's cock was swelling up even larger, but I knew it wouldn't be like that much longer.
He was ready....
"Do it! Fuck her hard you pig!" Carol was still cumming even as she yelled. Then Louis came. "Fuck'n bitch! This is ... "
"DON'T YOU DARE! DON'T LET HER TASTE IT!"
It was too late to stop the first jet of his spunk from shooting down my neck.
But some small part of his mind heard his Mistress.
The sex slave pulled back....
Still holding me up with one hand....
Jerking his wet meat with the other....
Spraying down my face with his spunk!
Covering my face in white.
"YES! THAT'S WHAT SHE DESERVES! STUPID CUNT!"
Carol came so hard she lost her footing.
Falling down to the floor with a heavy thump, her hands still trying to claw out one more orgasm.
Her slave finally emptied out his nuts. Still holding me up by the hair.
Only now he was wiping his shaft off on my hair.
Treating me with the same contempt Carol had given him.
His cock dry ... My hair glued down with his seed....
He dropped me!
My jaw hitting the concrete as I rocked forward like a kid's toy horse.
Carol snapped her fingers and Louis hurried to her side. Licking her cum as he cleaned off her fingers, one at a time.
The woman laughing at me as my body continued to rock uncontrollably.
"Hope you got what you wanted," she taunted.
The clicking of her heels fading as she left the room.