Chapter 10
Willy and Fred walked back to the house. It was dark and quiet when they went inside. Tom was asleep on the couch. He had finished the bottle of whiskey and now the house vibrated with his snores. Willy tiptoed into the room, then realized what he was doing.
"What the hell?" he roared and turned the lights on.
Tom jumped up from the couch and blinked his eyes. He stood in the light and held his hands up to shade his eyes. He recognized Willy who was weaving back and forth now. Fred stood beside him and grinned at Tom.
"Tom, this is Fred. He's a friend of mine."
Tom nodded his head, then stopped at the package under Willy's arm.
"What have you got there?"
"Oh ... almost forgot," he said. "This here is our new friend ... called whiskey," he said and pulled the unopened bottle from the paper. "Like to try him out?"
Tom took a swallow and coughed, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand then passed the bottle back to Willy. Willy gave it to his new friend and Fred guzzled the liquid and the bubbles rose quickly to the top. Willy was next.
Fred took the bottle again and drank quietly, handed it to Tom. He was standing there, hands in his pockets. He didn't know what to say. His mind was still clouded with sleep.
"Sit down," Willy said to Fred.
He moved heavily to the couch, dragged his big feet and sunk down onto the cushions. He looked around the living room and smiled.
"Nice place you got here ... but where are the women?"
Tom shot a worried glance at Willy.
"Uh. Just a minute. We'll go up in a minute. Let's have a couple of drinks."
They passed the bottle around again. Each one took a good pull of the whiskey. Fred looked at the stairs expectantly. He waited for someone to appear and listened for sounds. He had a puzzled look on his face and Tom fidgeted with his hands. He couldn't understand why Willy had brought this guy back to the house. Maybe he didn't realize how tight the situation had gotten and now ... he didn't have any right to bring Fred with him. After all, he was in this as deep as Willy and maybe this guy Fred wouldn't like the idea of Joan being tied up, kept prisoner.
Willy stood and smiled. Fred followed him up the stairs and Tom watched. He saw them hesitate at the head of the stairs and Willy turned to look back at him.
"Aren't you coming, Tom?"
"In a minute..."
They opened the door and Willy turned the light on. Fred stood frozen in the doorway when he saw Joan lying chained to the bed. She looked up at the two men and sucked in her breath. Fred, in the meantime was reeling with the sight that lay before him.
"I ... I, uh..." he stammered.
"Come on in," Willy said.
Fred stepped into the room and gaped at Joan. He watched her belly rise and fall with a steady rhythm. He gaped at her firm breasts and her hard thighs, the fluffy patch of dark hair. He noticed the chains and frowned slightly.
"How come she's tied up?"
"Uh ... you might say she was a little reluctant to come here with me."
"Oh ... that's too bad. You're ruining those pretty wrists." Fred roared with laughter. His voice boomed and shook the walls and he bent forward and slapped his thighs. He thought he had made a really funny joke but Joan wasn't laughing. She lay still on the mattress and waited for the next move.
"Well, go ahead. She's all yours," Willy said.
Fred stopped laughing suddenly and stood up straight. He walked over to Willy, grabbed the whiskey bottle and took a drink. He smacked his lips and rubbed his hands together, looked at Joan and walked over to the bed.
"You are a lovely one," he observed and caressed her cheek.
Joan tried to evade his hand but the rough fingers gripped a thick handful of hair and held her firmly while he planted a wet kiss on her lips. She could smell the strong odor of alcohol. Fred grunted now as he sat beside her and slobbered, kissed her mouth and face, licked her tiny ears. She squirmed and tried to pull away but his hand tugged roughly at her hair and she lay quiet and let him do what he wanted. His free hand ran over her flat belly and tickled her navel, reached down to the fluff of black hair and caressed the tender flesh inside her thighs. His forefinger found the tight lips of her cunt and he ran it up and down until he felt the sticky wetness. His other hand was working on her breasts now. They teased her pink nipples and she arched her back. He was hurting her, pinching the tender flesh and she twisted and threw her head aside. Fred sat up and glared at her.
"Lay still girlie if you know what's good for you."
Joan grinned at him, bared her teeth and spit in his face.
"Why you little bitch!" he cried and wiped his face. He drew his hand back to slap her but Willy called out for him to stop. He turned and glared at Willy then smiled as he saw the whip in his hand.
He took the long, black leather whip and stood over Joan. She rattled the chains and tried to move away but it was too late ... The leather sliced through the air and whistled before it lashed across her belly. She screamed as the hot pain burned her flesh. Fred was stronger than Willy or Tom and the leather sliced her flesh. It turned red where the lash had bitten into her and she felt the stinging leather cut across her breasts, torture her nipples and belly, thighs and once, the tuft of black hair.
Fred told Willy to unchain her. He hesitated, then as Fred raised the whip menacingly over his shoulder, Willy took the key out of his pocket and unlocked the heavy chains.
Joan darted from the bed as soon as Willy took the last chain off. She ran with surprising speed toward the door but Fred was closer and stepped into the opening. She stopped and looked around. She was terrified now. Willy stood grinning behind her and Fred in front. She was about to run to the other side of the room when Willy let her have the cat tails across her back. The blow knocked her to the floor. Her back was on fire from the thongs as they lashed across her flesh. Fred kicked her in the shoulder with his heavy shoe and knocked her over. She lay on her side and he lashed out at her again with the long whip. Willy had to step back to keep from being hit himself as Fred lashed Joan's white flesh with a vengeance, cutting into her with the black leather. Her back was crossed with the angry marks of the whip and now her breasts and belly, thighs and buttocks were turning red.
Joan rolled and squirmed on the floor at Fred's feet. She cried out each time he struck her with the whip and he delighted in her screams. She held onto his ankles and he kicked at her. She tried desperately to get away or make him stop and she crawled up his long leg until she felt the hard lump of his cock in his pants.
"Oh, you want that too?"
He opened his fly and groped inside of his pants until he found his thick cock and pulled it out. Joan opened her eyes, stared at the huge red thing. She had never seen a prick that big before. It was at least as long as a horse's she had seen once one and she drew away as it burst into the room. The flesh was rough looking and thick blue veins ran wavy lines along its length. The thing looked like a tree trunk and at the top, a huge head, like a red balloon.
She backed off and Fred raised his whip again. Willy struck her from behind. Fred pointed at the thick red cock. She inched forward again on her knees and took it in her hand. It was as hard as stone and the flesh had a leathery quality. She ran her hand up and down, feeling its prickly skin on her fingers.
"I can't," she stammered.
Fred lashed the whip across her back and she cried out in pain, moved toward the huge cock again and took it gently between her fingers. The tiny slit peered at her and she opened her mouth. The head of his cock filled her mouth. Her lips were stretched taut as she tried to get more of it into her and Fred pushed a little, grunting as the head hit the back of her mouth.
"Come on girlie," she heard him say. "Suck hard ... it takes an educated mouth to get this cannon going," he laughed.
Joan licked the round head of his prick, covering it with saliva. Fred dropped the whip and moaned loudly as his fingers dug into her hair and caressed her. He ran his forefinger down along her cheek, to her taut lips, then followed the tight line around his cock. She jerked her head back and forth over his prick, rasping her tongue over the nerve and Fred moved his buttocks from side to side. He grabbed her hair tightly and forced her head back and forth over his cock, moving faster and faster until he moaned with pleasure as her stiff tongue rasped his nerve.
Willy had gotten undressed and tossed his clothes on the floor. He sat down behind Joan and inched her up over his stiff prick. Her fluffy hair was moist with sperm and he lowered her quickly onto his cock. She squirmed as his hot prick shot up into her.
Both men worked inside of her now. She made loud sucking noises as Fred jerked his cock in and out of her mouth and Willy moved under her. He gripped her waist with one hand and kneaded her breasts with the other, squeezing and pinching her nipples until she moaned. But the sound was muffled by Fred's cock and he didn't stop squeezing until Joan pushed back. Now Fred was jerking faster until a few boiling drops of sperm shot into her mouth and was followed by a wave. She choked as her mouth filled suddenly with the hot liquid. It ran down her chin and over her breasts, onto Willy's hand. He rubbed it onto her belly and Fred pulled out of her. Willy put both hands up under her shoulders and fell back with her on top of him. His cock was stiff rigid inside of her ass and now she lay back, exposing her cunt to Fred's huge cock.
He took his clothes off and heaved them across the room. Now Joan spread her legs wide and got ready for the enormous prick that bore down on her. With a grunt, Fred buried the head into her. She felt as if she would explode with the gigantic thing forcing its way slowly up into her. Willy held on and even tried to push forward as Fred plunged deeper into her. She squirmed and wiggled, trying to help Fred get it all in and when half of it was inside of her, she gasped and cried that she couldn't take any more.
Fred pushed with renewed strength and sunk in a little deeper. He was three fourths of the way in now but he was determined to bury himself in her slippery, velvety pocket. It felt so wonderful that Fred kept saying over and over that it was going to kill him.
His words seemed to move Joan. She threw her legs around him and pulled, drawing him closer and he dug in deeper.
"More, Fred ... harder. Fuck harder, come on, push," she moaned.
Fred drove deeper and she strained against his cock. He couldn't go any further.
Willy reached around and began pumping upward as Fred lunged forward and together, they met inside of her. She stretched between the two men and tried to get air but they were crushing her. Their cocks raged inside of her, Willy splitting her tight ass from behind and Fred gorging her cunt in front. The tiny strip of flesh between them, stretched to the breaking point and Joan thought that she felt it tear. She shut her eyes as the two men worked to bring her to life. Fred's cock crushed her clitoris and slid over it, sending electric shocks through her body and she tried to move ... felt herself coming now and pushed ... and cascaded over Fred's cock as he pumped faster ... exploded in her and it burned her flesh.
With a great push, Willy forced Fred off her and rolled her over on her belly. He gripped tightly now and slid his cock in and out of her until the pain deadened her nerves and all she felt was the thick flesh tearing her ass. Willy stiffened, lunged forward and burst inside and she felt the hot fluid was inside her. and Willy slumped forward, pushing until every drop spurted out of him.
Tom listened to the commotion and went upstairs. He entered the room just as Willy was pulling his reddened cock out of Joan's ass. Joan was lying on the floor now and Tom, not to be outdone, took his pants off and crawled between her plump thighs. The globes of her ass were red and marked where Willy had pressed tightly against her. Tom slid his cock easily into her wet cunt, pumped a few times and pulled back out. It was like fucking wet air. He couldn't feel a thing. Fred's huge cock had stretched her flesh and filled her with his sperm until she was as slippery as an eel. He spied her tiny, sperm-soaked ass-hole, gleaming and tense and lunged forward, pushing his cock in. He slid in easily and tensed as the still tight, hard little muscle squeezed his excited cock. His nerves tingled and he leaned over the prostrate girl and pushed all the way inside her. Joan grunted under his weight as Tom hunched his body, pumped his cock into her, thrust his thick flesh in and out, faster and harder with each stroke until Joan was pushed forward on the floor. Tom worked harder and now he felt himself boiling and he lunged forward and burst inside her, spreading his hot sperm in her twitching ass-hole.
Fred had passed out on the bed now and Joan crawled on all fours. Her ass was on fire and her cunt tingled. She was exhausted and fell across the bed. Fred moved in his sleep and rolled over. Joan was out in a few minutes.
"Let's lock them in here," Willy said, gathering up his clothes.
Tom followed him out of the room and they walked downstairs. They found the whiskey on the floor and Willy held it up to the light, inspected the contents and took a drink. He passed it to Tom.
"I'm out on my feet. Let's get some rest," Tom said.
"Okay ... but tonight, you sleep on the floor."
Tom frowned as he curled up on the floor with the whiskey bottle. It wasn't long before Willy was snoring.