Chapter 9
The females who responded to den Err's silent summons were not of the submissive, teenage variety.
"Mr. Grue," His Radiance said, "allow me to introduce the Wan Furies, the Avengers of Luna, Protectors of the Perfect Truth ... and your executioners."
There were four of them, and they were as Slaney had described them. All of them over six feet tall, all of them wearing tight, peaked black leather hoods, like the KICK, with little slits for their eyes, all of them in constricting black leather bras and thigh-high, spiked heel, black leather boots. AH of them had bodies that were incredible, too. Huge tits that had cleavage so deep that you could smother in it; small waists and large, rounded hips; flat, muscular tummies and wide, furry pudendas ... two black-haired, one blonde and the third a brassy red; their buns were full-cheeked, jutting domes of alabaster. They walked two abreast, military style, and in each of their leather gloved hands, they held an instrument of mayhem ... a lead-loaded rubber hose, a steel tipped martinet, a coiled bullwhip, a riding crop with a core of spring steel.
"You summoned us, Master?" the red-haired pussy said, bowing low before den Err. The others followed suit, groveling before the bald, bearded, potbellied man whom they towered over.
"This one," he said, pointing at me, "is to die at your earliest convenience."
"And the method, Master?"
"I leave that to your discretion."
The leather hooded amazons exchanged looks of pleasure.
"Very good, Master," red fuzz said, snapping her fingers.
Two of the Furies gripped my arms and dragged me to my feet.
"Say goodbye to Mr. Grue, girls," den Err said.
Trina and Loolie stopped frenching each other long enough to chirp: "Goodbye, Mr. Grue."
Then I was pushed through the door and into a long corridor. To be honest, I wasn't feeling too spunky at that moment. I'd blown the case from the very beginning and it looked pretty much like I was going to check out permanently. Trussed up like a chicken, I couldn't do any effective fighting. It was highly frustrating, to say the least.
The Furies formed ranks around me and we goose-stepped down the white hallway. I watched the perfect buttocks in front of me jounce and jiggle, the tight pink ass-holes peeping out from the deep cleavage, the crisp ruffs of pubic hair that fanned out below, and I wondered if my executioners would grant me a final wish.
Little did I know that that's exactly what they had in mind.
They took me to a small room equipped with a metal table, a desk lamp with a long, bendable gooseneck, a few metal chairs, a large wooden barrel and a long bench of the same material. It was right out of an anti-Nazi propaganda film of the Forties ... you know, underground leader is taken to Gestapo headquarters for interrogation ... except that the walls were not made of grimy, sweaty masonry, they were the same antiseptic white as everything else.
"Sit!" red fuzz ordered, pointing at the chair by the desk with her truncheon.
"What shall we do to him?" the Fury with sparse black pubes asked.
"Castrate him!" cried the blonde.
"Disembowel him!" said the woman with the dense black pussy fur.
"No, no," red fuzz said, tapping her hose on the desk. "We'd just have to clean up the mess afterwards ... remember?"
"Echhh!"
"God, he's got a big pud. Will you look at that!" said sparse fur.
I sat there while they compared the length of my flaccid cock to others they had known. I came out a quarter inch ahead.
"I've got it!" red fuzz exclaimed. "Let's shoot the son of a bitch so full of satyrion that his prick swells up like a telephone pole."
Everyone agreed that it was a fine idea. Everybody but me, of course.
"Hey, look, ladies," I said, "why don't you just shoot me and get it over with?"
"Because," blonde hair said, "that way only one of us would get the thrill of snuffing you ... this way we can all participate in your demise."
Then red fuzz came at me with a huge hypodermic syringe filled with amber fluid.
"Oh, Christ!" I said, lurching from the chair and heading for the door, legs pumping.
The sparse furred one swept my legs out from under me with a nifty judo move and I made abrupt contact with the hard wood floor. While I was still groggy from the impact, they stabbed me, holding me on the floor and shooting that vile shit into my arm. They injected so much of the drug into me that my arm looked like it had grown an extra muscle.
"That ought to get you hot-to-trot, Gruesome," red fuzz said. "I gave you enough go-go juice to stiffen up the bones of thirty men."
"God, would you look at that!" dense fur cried.
I didn't have to look. I could feel it. Feel the crazy heat washing over my face, feel the tension in my groin expanding, feel my cock surging, growing, throbbing. It was really scary, let me tell you. One second I was sitting there, pissing in my pants because I was sure they were going to kill me, and the next, I've sprung the biggest, hardest boner of my life and I'm raring to ram it up anything in sight. It was a hundred times worse than after the meeting hall my first night in the mansion. I mean, I would've knocked a hole in the wall with my fist and fucked the sheetrock to smithereens if they hadn't already made big plans for my erection.
"How'd you like to get that thing up your pussy?" blonde hair asked sparse fur, giving her a pinch on the cunt.
"You know it, mama. Right up to the hair!"
"There'll be plenty of time for that later, girls," red fuzz said. "First, I think we ought to teach this stinking snoop some manners."
"Yeah, let's see what the turkey is made of," dense fur said.
"Whup the stuffing out of him!" agreed blonde hair.
Without further adieu, I was jerked to my feet and hauled over to the low bench. The Furies moved it out away from the wall and then pushed me belly down over it.
Red Fuzz took hold of the hem of my robe and gave a yank, stripping me of all my encumbering clothing.
"Look at that hairy white ass!" sparse fur said. "We're going to have us a time."
The smell down at the level I was on was mind-boggling ... first off there was poorly cured leather, and then ... oh, brother ... there was pussy musk and buttfunk that would not quit. It might've been the drug, you know, sensitizing my smeller for all the scents that said: "GO FUCK." All I can say was that I was drooling and slobbering all over myself, and my bone had slipped in under the bench and it kept making loud thumping noises as it flexed and bumped into the wood.
SSSSWWWWAACK!
A red hot cable lashed over my bare buns and I bit my lips to keep from crying out loud at the pain. I bit them so hard that I drew blood.
"How's that, Gruesome?" red fuzz asked, pausing to watch the hideous welt appear in my flesh. "How's this?"
SSSSSSNNNIKK!
I jerked so hard that the whole bench threatened to tip over. These broads weren't fooling around. They weren't holding anything back. The ache spread over my whole ass, a burning, stinging sensation that slowly crept down the backs of my thighs and over the small of my back.
SSSSSPPPHHHUTT!
Fire roasting my skin, leather scourging my flesh.
SSSSMMMAACK!! SSSSTTTHHWAACK!!
The blows rained down on my posterior, a rain of agony. And as I writhed under the impacts, I could hear the hooded bitches laughing at my misery, hear red fuzz panting, groaning with ecstasy as she brought the whip across my ass one more time.
"Hey, I think he-likes it," one of them quipped. "His ass-hole opens up like a goddam barn door every time she...." SSSSSSSWWWEKK!!
"Uhh!" I groaned, the cry of pain slipping from between my clenched teeth.
"Did you hear that? You're turning him on," blonde hair said. "It's my turn now. Come on, give me a crack at him."
Somewhere behind me, somewhere beyond the fog of pain that settled on my body, the Furies changed places. Something moved in front of me.
"Go on, you earned it," sparse fur said. "Let him show you how grateful he is."
I opened my eyes in time to see a gloved hand reach down and clutch my hair. Pale hips moved in front of me. And then I saw the crisp red hairs, the heavy, pouting pink sexlips.
"You're going to lick my cunt, Gruesome," she said, twisting my head up, trying to rub her pussy on my mouth.
She got the side of my head instead. The smell was overpowering: a veritable den of foxes in heat, musky, nasty, and edged with the sharp, acrid odor of stale urine. I didn't want to put my mouth on any cunt that smelled like that.
"I don't think he understands," blonde hair said. "This will get the message through."
SSSSSSWWWWOTT!!
My butt exploded in pain; my mind exploded in joy. It was the drug, the satyrion, turning everything to joy. The stronger the sensation, the more powerful the pleasure. Even as the tingles rushed over the backs of my thighs, I opened my mouth and pressed my lips to the funky summit of her pussy.
"Ooooh, that's the way, Gruesome, baby."
She put a boot up on the bench beside me, opening her thighs to give me maximum access. Her hand in my hair forced my mouth down over the dripping lips, down over the long, hard nodule of her clit.
"You can have it all," she said.
"Get it!" sparse fur said. "Tongue that snatch!"
Bathing in the Perfect Light of Total Humiliation, I fell upon the aforementioned erect clitoris and began to suck its nasty length. The fumes from the gash below were so powerful that they made my eyes tear.
"Ooh! Uhh! Uhh-huh!" red fuzz moaned, shifting her hips, making her clit slip in and out of my lips like a tiny weenie.
"He's not really into it," dense fur said. "He's faking it because he thinks that we'll let him go."
"We'll let him go, all right," blonde hair said. "Let him go out with the garbage in a big plastic baggie."
SSSSSSSNNNUCK! SSSSSSWWWAPP! The whip sang.
But my drug-induced nervous system no longer believed that the impact of braided leather upon my buttocks should be considered hurtful. Thousands of neurons, soaked to the gills with satyrion, confused, overworked and underpaid, decided to hell with it and threw open their protoplasmic switches, signaling to the milling ganglia, to the insolent synapses: Joy to the World. Joy in whip cracking over my bruised buns. Joy in the rank flavor of pussy gone sour.
Writhing in the grip of the funky fever, I shoved my tongue deep into the hot, murky crevasse and swirled it about vigorously.
"Ooh! Ooh, you are a winner, Gruesome," red fuzz wailed. "Girls, he is licking my cunt and then some."
She held her snatch open for me, peeling back the heavy, loose fitting flaps. I stuffed my tongue into the nadir of her gash and found there a round, flexing hole.
"He's going up my pussy for real!"
SSSSWWWHHHATT!
"Ummmmmmgh!" I moaned into the red canyon; the overhanging clit, nasalizing the pleasure that rushed from beleaguered ass, that rushed from cruelly put upon taste buds, to coalesce in my itchy, tumescent crotch.
"Would you look at that bastard eat twat!! ! " blonde hair exclaimed. "Shit, he's gonna get some of this hair pie and right now. Here, take this." She handed the sweat drenched whip to sparse fur and then proceeded to push red fuzz off my face. When the titian tressed amazon protested, she said, "Share and share alike."
Her finger stroked my ears. "Nice little tongue," she said. "Do I ever have a hole for you!"
With that, she hunkered down on my mouth, spreading her thighs, dropping her fragrant, hair-rimmed gash right onto my open mouth.
SSSSSSSWWWWHHHHUTTT! , Ecstacy blossomed in my behind, a toasty wave of warmth that set my dick a-thumping and my ass-hole a-flexing. And the flavor of blonde hair's snatch ... so much cheesier than red fuzz's, but with less essence of pore ... was rapture to my palate. I slobbered over the shaggy blonde hairs, slipping my tongue into the tangy trough.
"Uhhh! Yes! YESSSS!" blonde hair hissed as my tongue surged up her pussy, pushing back the wrinkles, parting the juicy folds, the corrugations.
"The cretin is a glutton for snatch. Would you look at him go! His tongue is darting a mile a minute. Is he giving you a thrill? Is he?" dense fur asked, bending low and getting close to the juicy action.
"Oh baby, he is bringing me off and that's no lie."
"I wonder if he can taste the garbage man?" dense fur said.
"What do you mean?" sparse fur asked, coiling the whip for another lash.
"I mean that the broad there squatting on Mr. Gruesome's face, getting the benefit of all that deep tongue action, got herself fucked royally this morning by Regional the garbage man."
"Old buckets of come?"
"Exactly. He had that Tootsie Roll of his flying in and out of her pussy something wild and then he gave her one of his patented sticky gushers. It was all over everything. And I know for a fact that she hasn't washed her snatch out since."
"All that garbage man's come is still up there?"
"You betcha."
"How's that taste, Mr. Gruesome?"
SSSSSSSTHHHHHHUTTT!!
I was so far gone that I didn't care if a rhino'd been rooting up her cunt. I raised my ass to meet the stinging, lacerating blow of the whip. Delicious! The warm glow spread to my balls and I could feel the flocks of snow geese deep in my ass getting restless, talking about flight plans, air currents, getting ready to flap into the air, to flap right out my ass as I shot my turbid load.
"Did you see that? This bozo wants a flogging," sparse fur said.
"Nooooo," blonde hair groaned, "he wants to tongue my cunt."
"Well, he's going to get a flogging!"
SSSSSSSWWWAPP!! SSSSTHHHHOOOOWAAK!! SSSWWWUPP!!
Sparse fur blistered my ass with furious whip lashes, wheezing like a geriatric patient in terminal heat, grunting profoundly as the whip sliced through the air, uncoiling like a great, greasy black snake to explode into the quivering target.
"MMMMMMMM," I mumbled into the musky flaps, writhing under the exquisite titillation that the lashing afforded me.
Blond hair's hip flipping and ass shaking suddenly became very urgent ... and very violent. She bashed her orgasming cunt into my mouth and the sloppy maw smooched and sucked at my whole face, heavy lips clinging to my eyebrows to my cheeks, my forehead.
"She's had enough," sparse fur said, shoving the whip into dense fur's hand. "It's time he had a taste of real pussy."
Blond hair slipped away and a fresh pair of thighs straddled my face. Between the slim thighs I could see a few sprigs of coarse, kinky black hair and a pair of huge carmine twat lips, puffy and glistening with dew, that framed a much thinner pair of inner lips of the same hue.
"Do it to her!" dense fur ordered. "Do it!"
SSSSSSSWWWAP!
Smooth, slippery pussy lips met my tongue. I could no longer differentiate between the flavors, the savors of the various cunts. My taste buds were ransacked, useless, as was my nose. Everything smelled like pussy, tasted like pussy.
You could've shoved a boiled lobster smothered in butter under my chops and I'd have sworn that it was pussy.
I waggled my tongue inside her box and was rewarded by the squeezing of her sphincter about my tool. Marvelous slick heat, incredible drizzle of super-slippery juice met my inquisitive probe.
But she was not content to have me deep-clean her cunt.
"Oooh, this turkey needs something stronger," she told the others, pulling my tongue from her snatch with her fingers and tipping her hips up so that the hole under my mouth was no longer a pussy, but a poopchute.
SSSSSSSSHHHHUTT!!
Oblivious to the noxious fumes that emanated from the orifice in question, I pressed my tongue to the wrinkled ring. The heat was truly amazing. like she had a tiny furnace going up her ass. I intended on finding out. Pursing my lips, I gave her anus suck, making it pucker into my mouth, then I thrust with my tongue, spitting her like an apple on a jack knife.
"YEEEEEEEE!! ! " she warbled, bucking her hips frantically as she orgasmed.
There was no furnace up her pore, only more nastiness, but I didn't care. It was all the same to me ... until dense fur got a bright idea. Instead of shredding my ass-cheeks any further, she decided to turn her attention to the flexing pore that lurked between them. Instead of using the lethal end of the whip, she chose to utilize the heavy handle.
"How 'bout this?" she howled, spreading my cheeks and with a TTTHHHRAP! applying a blow directly to my anus.
That sure woke up the snow geese. My prostrate started vibrating like a plucked bow string and I started sucking the hell out of sparse fur's ass.
"TEEEEEEEK!" she wept, grinding her pussy into the bridge of my nose.
TTTHHHHWUPP!! TTTHHHHWWAAPH
Snow geese taking off. Wheeling about in my ass, hooting orders to each other, testing the wind.
TTTTH H H H H WWWOC K!! !
The first brave bird zooms through the tight opening. A delicious shudder ripples up my spine. Soon. Very soon.
TTTTH H H H WW ACK!! !
Then two white birds, followed by five, followed by twelve, and they are flapping, feathery wingtips brushing the rim of my ass as they fly south, as I start to come.
"Holy Mackerel! Would you look at that!" dense fur cried. "He's squirting all over everything."
Ooh, yes and it was wonderful. My dick thumping against the bottom of the bench, my sizzling seed lurching up the tube, to spew forth like gooey bullets, big white gobs spraying onto sparse fur's shiny black boots, dripping down the gleaming ankle, hanging like streamers of pale snot from the instep.
"You goddam insect!" she howled when she saw the mess I'd made. "I'm going to rip you limb from limb!"