Chapter 10
Kristen had been with the gang for two months when they decided to attend a carnival in Kentucky. By overhearing various conversations, she knew that one aim was to see if they could get hold of another girl.
What Kristen wasn't sure of, was it for a permanent arrangement or for just the night.
As if she had any say in the matter, which she knew she didn't.
Parking the bikes under some shade trees they made their way down the main 'street' of the carnival. As they strolled through the crowds Kristen still marveled at the attention they were given.
She had to admit that they created quite a sight. Ten guys surrounding one gal in tattered clothing always caused a stir no matter where they went. Her jeans and shirt had numerous holes in them, all strategically placed to draw attention to her womanly attributes.
There was a slash on the outside of her left tit, making it almost totally visible. One at the nipple of her right one caused many a stare. The ass of her jeans was almost totally unraveled and the slit near her mound drew even more stares as they walked slowly around visiting the booths and rides.
Long a compulsive exhibitionist, Kristen smiled as she tried to keep tally of the hard cocks left in their wake. She stopped counting somewhere around fifty when they stepped into one of the sideshows.
Taking front row seats, Kristen between Sam and Ian, they were all entertained by the boisterous con man who was trying to earn a few extra bucks by promising the gathering audience that Anaconda Ann' could take all fifteen feet of the anaconda up her secret jungle tunnel of love.
As Ian placed his hand on her left tit, Kristen hoped that the guy wasn't totally lying through his teeth. She had never seen a woman mate with a snake, anaconda or otherwise, and was looking forward to it as the curtains finally opened.
Weird African music blared through the small tent as the lights dimmed and turned red as the curtains began to shimmer as if alive. The spotlight narrowed until it became almost a pinpoint at the seam.
At first Kristen didn't know what she was watching, but as it continued to flick she recognized it as the snake's tongue. In and out it flickered as the spotlight began to spread and the snake's head became visible, complete with murmurs from the gathered crowd, as it parted the curtains.
One foot of snake was through the seam of the curtain before tan fingers could be seen. Snake head and fingers passed and more snake and Ann's hand and wrist appeared. Followed by more snake and her arm.
Then with a sudden burst of motion they were on stage. A fifteen foot anaconda and the six foot light brown Ann. The snake was wrapped around and around her body, curled over tits, around hips, between legs and the end of the snake was wrapped around her left ankle as they weaved in the red spotlight to the cheers of the crowd.
The leopard skin did little to cover Ann's abundant body. Full fitted, rounded hips and long, long legs were all easily seen as the snake's skin seemed to quiver as it slid around and around her body.
Ann never said a word, but the announcer more than made up for her silence as he pointed out the snake's tongue flicking over each nipple, the indentation of her navel and work its way between her well spread legs.
Foot after foot of the snake quivered and moved over her unprotesting body as her hands caressed it in passing, almost like a lover's caress Kristen thought, as her eyes remained glued to the flickering tongue. The snake's head began to slide through Ann's obviously uncovered cunt, and with what looked like a practiced ripple of its body, it lifted the end of her leopard skin so all could see the darker brown of her cunt lips as the snake began a twisting motion that soon had its head lodged in Ann's opened cunt.
Slowly Ann's body began to take support from a table that Kristen hadn't noticed before as the snake slid farther and farther up her opening as the crowd leaned forward to better view the skeptical.
Kristen had been watching the snake head so she was somewhat surprised when the rest of its body more or less slid to the floor as Ann's body rested on the table and she spread her legs.
Everyone had an unobstructed view of the area between her legs as she slid her ankles into black straps that were suspended from the ceiling that had been unnoticed until that moment. The snake became a coil wrapped around Ann's left leg as its head squirmed deeper and deeper into her cunt.
Five inches, then ten of the snake disappeared up Ann's cunt and Kristen began to wonder if the damned snake could breath. Obviously it could, it's body was a continuous thing of motion as another three inches made it up her cunt as Ann made her first sound.
A moan of pure lust.
God, what she was feeling must be fantastic! Kristen thought as she noticed her own cunt leaking fluid in jealousy.
Then suddenly the snake was pulling out. Kristen almost laughed as it seemed to be gasping for air. But that thought quickly passed as they all watched the tail end begin to enter where the head had just vacated.
Talk about a live cock, she thought as the snake drove more and more of itself into Ann's eager opening. Then with a good twelve or fourteen inches of tail in Ann, the snake again drove its head in too.
A double fucking snake! A live, wreathing, undulating, stretching cock of a snake!
There was no way Ann could accommodate all fifteen feet of the snake, but she sure as hell managed to take at least three feet of it. A foot and a half from both ends, that no one had any doubts was creating magnificent feeling in Ann as she screamed unintelligible words as her entire body shook with her climax.
The spotlight was narrowing again, zeroing in on Ann's crotch and the snake buried within. Until finally it snapped off and the tent was in darkness again.
"Thank you ladies and gentlemen. Anaconda Ann will perform again in an hour. Watch your step as you exit to the rear."
"Jesus, a fifteen foot cock," came from Russ as they made their way out the exit.
"Yea, I bet that damned tongue was one hell of a tickler," Danny added as he pushed the tent flap aside and stepped out into the bright lights of the surrounding area.
"I bet she could take two hands up that stretched cunt," Dave added. "Only a black chick could do that."
"Color has nothing to do with, Dave," Kristen argued. "I could take two fists up my pussy and I'm sure not black. Not that I have anything against black people. In fact, I think they're great. At least some of them," she added as she gave his black cock a gentle squeeze through his jeans.
"Hell I know that, Kristen. It's just that it's been so long since I've had a black chick, I've almost forgot what they're like."
"Yea, I could sure be talked into some black pussy myself," TJ added, giving Dave a grin that said he was in complete agreement with him.
"Black is fine by me," Sam said to all concerned. "Want to make tonight's selection mahogany?"
"Yea."
"Sure thing, Sam."
"Fine, so let's keep a lookout for black flesh as we make the rounds."
No one objected to that statement as they again headed for the midway.
"Let's ride the roller coaster," came from Sam as they made their way through the crowd. Soon they were making their way to the front of the line. And for some reason, no one objected when they stood at the front. After all, who in their right mind would tangle with ten guys that looked like they did?
No one. Absolutely no one.
With the ride over, Sam told them to break up into groups of three or four to scout out the available candidates. They would join back together in an hour at the back of the small refreshment stand he pointed out.
Soon they disbursed and Kristen was walking with Sam, Ken and Tony.
They had been casually walking through the crowds that jammed the midway when Kristen suddenly stopped and stared. Sam almost stepped on her foot by her sudden halt, glanced at her to see what the problem was, and turned his head to where she was looking.
Shit! What a sight, he thought as a grin spread across his face. When he turned to look at Ken and Tony he noticed that they were in complete agreement with him and Kristen.
Across the wide midway with jostling people, yelling booth operators and screams from the various rides, the four of them watched intently as a huge bear of a man was struggling with the most stunning black chick any of them had ever seen.
The woman was a good five ten, full bodied with mammoth tits, slender waist and full rounded hips. The curly cap of black curls topped a face that was probably pure African. Wide nose, full lipped and skin that looked like black satin.
She would have drawn attention in any surrounding. But more so because of what was taking place.
The black couple was definitely fighting. As they watched the woman landed a very good left to the man's stomach and quickly followed with a right upper cut that made him release her neck that for all intents he was trying to strangle.
Her blows sent him staggering. One leg began to buckle as she landed a left to his chin causing him to weave drunkenly backwards to maintain his balance.
"Care to rescue a damsel in distress," Tony asked as he took a step in the direction of the fighting couple.
"It's got my vote," Ken said as he too began to head in their direction.
"I don't think she would appreciate being rescued until she's done," Kristen said as she tried to capture each man's wrist.
"Why," Sam asked as the other two turned toward them.
"Because two things are obvious."
"What?"
"She's pissed as hell, which you can tell by her actions. And she's also horny or at least aroused. Look at her nipples poking through her blouse. She's having a grand time. And so is the guy. Look at the size of his cock."
"I see what you mean," Sam said as he noticed what Kristen had pointed out. "Any suggestions on how to proceed?"
"Yea. Just stand close. If she wants help, she'll ask. If not just enjoy the show."
"Okay."
They slowly made their way to the fighting couple and it became blatantly obvious that both were enjoying themselves tremendously as the four of them formed a half circle off to one side.
"You bloody assed bastard ..."
"Fucking whore, I'll knock your teeth down your fucking throat."
"Yea, you and who else? You ain't got the balls of two year old. And wouldn't know how to use them if you did."
The man took a swing at her, she easily ducked it and slammed a fist into his gut that made his breath gush out like a cork from a champagne bottle.
"Need any help," Tony asked with his arms folded across his chest.
"Hell no," she answered as she swung her foot, landing very close to his swollen cock as she grazed his hip bone.
The man's hands instantly went to his jeans zipper as if he expected the next one to land on his raging cock.
It didn't. It landed on his left knee and the next instant he was on the ground with the woman standing over him.
With his hands covering his privates, the woman stepped on them. Then slowly, as if it had been done before, she began to press more and more weight onto her right foot that covered his crotch.
It seemed that neither of them moved. The man didn't breath. The woman didn't seem to move, except that more and more of her weight was being supported by her right foot. Until finally she stood on it, totally supporting her entire weight.
Then the man began to move.
He jerked as only a man does as he is coming.
His hips jerked. His eyes screwed shut. And a moan of unadulterated lust escaped his compressed lips as the woman gracefully balanced on his quaking form.
Then it was suddenly over.
She stepped off him. The man took a deep breath and relaxed on the dirt between two tents at the side of the midway as the four people of their audience just stood there and smiled.
Bringing her foot back, she kicked some dirt on him and said, "Get out of here."
The man silently got up and walked away as she turned her full attention to her assembled audience.
"Care for some of the same," she asked the men in a casual voice.
"No," Sam said. "We play the same game as you do. Except," he added with a significant look at Kristen, "for her. Interested?"
None of them missed the woman's sudden interest at Sam's words. Kristen actually felt a shiver force its way down her spine as the woman gave her a look that immediately stated that she was more than interested in handling her.
"What's in it for me?"
"Kristen is a submissive, pure and simple. She'll do anything you want."
"Anything?"
"Anything."
"And what's in it for you guys?"
"Another simple answer. We want some black pussy. But it's only fair to warn you, there are ten of us."
"Ten?" She paused as if considering. "What's her limits?"
"Death."
That comment earned a raised eyebrow.
Kristen felt Tony and Sam each take one of her arms and pull them behind her, forcing her thinly covered tits to point straight out. A tremor of ... lust? coursed through her as the woman's eyes drilled into her shirt and focused on the rings that poked against the material.
"All ten of you?"
"I really can't say for sure. The other guys are looking around too. We decided that we wanted some black pussy. They may be successful, too. But there is no way to say now."
"Fair enough, I guess. Where's the action to take place?"
"We thought we'd play that by ear. Got a suggestion?"
"I sure as hell do. My place. Okay?"
"Fine by me. Let's see if we can round up the rest of the gang."
"Not so quick. How do I know she's for real?"
"She's been with us for several months, but she came with five rings installed."
"Five?"
"Two in her nipples. Two in her pussy lips. And one through her clit."
"Let me see."
Kristen stood there passively as Tony and Ken unbuttoned her shirt and unzipped her jeans. Nothing was removed, but the woman had her request fulfilled. She also got to view the marks on her flesh, an ample supply of them.
She smiled. "You got yourselves a deal. Where do we meet the rest of your gang?"
"If you'll allow me," Sam offered her his arm as if they were in the grandest of ballrooms. She accepted his offer and they began walking back to the agreed meeting place as Kristen re-buttoned her clothing and followed with Ken and Tony on each side of her.
They had to wait for over an hour before another group from the gang joined them. It was Mike, TJ and Danny. They hadn't had any success.
But when Dave joined them, they learned that they had been very successful, too. After a round of introductions, they all made their way to where Ian and Russ were struggling to keep a fighting cocoa brown gal within their grasp.
"How do we get her to Andrea's place?"
"Can Kristen drive one of the bikes," Andrea asked the assembled group and was informed that she could, at least on streets.
"I can assure you, I do live on a street." She said, then added, "One of you can ahh escort the unwilling one in my car. Okay?"
"Ian," Sam said and all knew what was expected.
It took a bit of doing but they got the other gal, Ruth, into Andrea's car. Ian made sure she remained and they all headed to where they had parked the bikes.
Kristen, with some trepidation, drove behind Sam on Ken's bike as it was the smallest and the easiest for her to handle. Ken rode Ian's as they followed Andrea's car out of the fairgrounds and into the city for what all hoped would be a promising evening. Well, maybe Ruth had some doubts on that subject but she wasn't asked.
Following in the wake of Andrea's car, they drove down streets of a respectful middle class subdivision. When the car turned into a driveway, the bikes followed, some parking in the driveway, others in the back yard, as Andrea unlocked the back door and they all entered.
Flicking on the lights, Andrea lead them through a kitchen, down some stairs and into a basement.
At first glance it appealed to be a very standard, middle class basement. But that fact was soon proved wrong as Andrea unlocked a door and they all made their way into it.
Andrea was a practicing dominatrix, as the room proclaimed.
Manacles, whips, wooden frames, harnesses, canes, gags, chains, ropes, dildos, and other numerous items of inflicting pain were in blatant display as Ruth was roughly handled to place her on a large wooden table to which she was quickly strapped to amid her screams.
"I get her first," came from Andrea as she stood next to Kristen and ran her hands over her tits.
Sam nodded in agreement. A moment later most of the guys were turning their attention to Ruth as her clothing was literally ripped from her struggling body.
"Come with me, Kristen."
Kristen, with building excitement, followed Andrea to one side of the room.
"Remove your clothes then get your mouth where it will do the most good. You have experience with women, don't you?"
"Yes. Ample," came Kristen's reply as her fingers made quick work of removing her shirt, shoes and jeans, tossing them aside as she lowered herself to her knees, her mouth directly in line with Andrea's mound and waited.
Never one to overly anticipate what would happen, or be required of her, Kristen knelt patiently before Andrea as Andrea silently studied her.
Andrea found herself intrigued by the knelling gal at her feet. There was no doubt in her mind that Kristen was exactly as described-a willing submissive. The rings and marks in and on her body proclaimed it for all to see. And just that thought made Andrea's blood boil. It had been some time since she had had a willing female slave and she wanted to savor every minute of their involvement to its fullest.
With years of practice, she slowly and alluringly removed her clothing article by article and wasn't disappointed by Kristen's responses. The gleam in her eyes, her tongue licking her lips, and her shallow, quick breathing told the story. Kristen wanted her, probably as much as she wanted Kristen.
But there was plenty of time.
Casting a glance to the guys working on Ruth across the room, she smiled. Yes, plenty of time for her and Kristen.
Ruth's scream split the air as Dave's cock drove into her exposed cunt as Andrea calmly reached for a stiff leather crop and took a firm grip on it before using the flared end on Kristen's left tit.
Instantly an oblong red mark formed on her tit as Kristen took a deeper breath to counteract the sudden pain that heated up her tit. Her tongue flicked out and wet her lips as her eyes remained glued to Andrea's crinkled covered mound directly in front of her.
Another mark was added to her right tit as she curled her fingers into her palms and forced herself to remain in place for Andrea's crop.
"Place your hands behind you on the floor and arch your back. I want your tits pointing to the ceiling."
Shifting her feet for more comfort, Kristen did as ordered as she leaned her head back offering her body to her current tormentor.
Using just the very tip of the crop, Andrea's arm became a blur of motion as she whipped Kristen's tits, at time concentrating on just the ring decorated nipples.
Kristen could feel her body responding.
Heat and pain filled her upthrust chest as she screwed her eyes shut to glory in her treatment. Her legs spread wider and even she could smell her scent fill the air of the room as off to the side she heard Ruth scream over and over. Without bothering to open her eyes, Kristen's passions soared higher as the sound of leather striking flesh told her what Ruth was feeling.
Kristen loved that sound. Leather striking flesh. It added immensely to her pleasures. The sound alone could make her hot. But with Andrea doing such an excellent job on her own flesh, it only added to her desires. She felt her body responding. Her cunt was a swamp of lust filled desires. Her beaten nipples were hard and throbbing with more than the pain they were enduring.
Then suddenly there was a change.
The crop stopped for a moment but before she could raise her head to see why, she had the answer.
Andrea had changed positions.
Her legs were now straddling Crustiness thrown back head. Instantly she raised her head a fraction and buried her mouth in Andrea's hot, wet cunt. A second later the crop returned to her body. But it didn't land on her hot tits.
It landed on her spread and pleading cunt.
That was it.
Kristen was coming in waves.
She arched her entire body. Raising it for Andrea's crop as she did her damnest to repay Andrea for her pleasures.
Her tongue dipped, swirled, curled. She pressed her mouth to her pussy and sucked and slurped for all she was worth as Andrea reigned blow after blow to her pleading, arched and coming body. And as she gluttony swallowed Andrea's liquid lust Andrea's hand and arm blurred in motion as she repaid her for her efforts.
They both crashed to the floor and Andrea's mouth slammed into Crustiness cunt and it became a race to see who could make the other come first.
It was a tie.
Black and white limbs became entwined as they struggle on the floor to just breath.
Ruth could not understand her sudden presence in hell. How had it all started?
Ruth and two of her friends had decided to attend the local carnival and had arrived just at dusk. They had casually flirted with local boys, ridden various rides and played games at several of the booths.
Then as they typically did, they all made their way to the rest rooms. Finishing first, Ruth had exited to await her friends. Standing silently at the side of the building, her whole world began to change drastically.
She didn't know where they came from, but before she knew what was happening she was struggling, to no avail, in strong arms that were pulling her away into the darkness.
She struggled. Truly she did. But it did no good. Three guys easily overpowered her meager attempts to escape and she found herself bound, gagged and carried into an awaiting car where they did degrading and painful things to her body.
Hands invaded her body. They tore her blouse. They unfastened her bra. And they not only touched her exposed breasts, they hurt them until she screamed in pain and humiliation.
At eighteen Ruth was no virgin, but she had never been treated with anything but gentleness and respect. But gentleness was apparently an unknown quantity to the men who had captured her. It didn't take her long to realize what they had planned for her. And sex was the least of her worries.
By the time they arrived at their destination hands had unzipped her jeans and were none too subtle in their desires. Fingers were pinching her pussy lips, driving up her quivering cunty and prodding her unused brownie.
No, Ruth had no doubts as to what was coming her way. She did, however, have doubts about her surviving their combined actions. In her befuddled state, she still counted ten guys and surprisingly two other women.
But what did surprise her was the fact that the two women when off on their own, leaving her with the all ten guys to contend with.
Her struggles when thrown on the wooden table proved pitiful in the extreme as she was quickly and efficiently strapped to its surface. Her arms were bound over her head at the top of the table and her feet were similarly bound to the foot of it.
A moment later her clothing was torn and cut from her, leaving her body totally exposed to all those eyes and hands.
And then they came at her.
Two hot sucking mouths were suddenly attached to both of her tits. They sucked. They nibbled. They even bit her as she squirmed atop the table.
Then there were fingers at the apex of her mound. They slid over her crinkled hair and parted it and slid inside her dry cunty.
But it wasn't dry for long, as yet another mouth came into contact with that part of her body. Opening her eyes, she looked down her body and saw the only black guy burying his face in her cunty as the rest of the white guys surrounded her table to look on.
Ruth could not simulate what was happening to her. The guys at her breasts alternated between pain and pleasure. The one at her cunty was almost gentle. Various and numerous hands roamed her body, some painful, some gentle. But most confusing of all was her reaction.
At first she didn't believe it. But after a while Ruth could not deny it.
She was becoming aroused.
As asinine as it was, she was becoming aroused by their multiple attentions to her body. As that thought worked its way into her brain her body began to relax and, yes, to even anticipate what was to come.
It made no sense to her. But she could not deny the facts that she was feeling. They were making her hotter by the second.
She heard a sound. A sound she could not identify but it was such an unusual sound that she tried to place it in her muddle mind. And when she did, she screamed.
The sound had been a leather whip striking flesh.
More specifically her flesh.
A band of fire seemed to fill her stomach as she opened her eyes to see a whip land again on her. This time on her lower rib cage. And she screamed again.
The third one landed on her thighs. She screamed. But she wasn't sure if it was in pain or pleasure. There was no doubts in her mind that the three mouths attached to her body were erotically stimulating. But the whip? Was it stimulating too?
Stimulating yes. But pleasurably?
Then one man pulled away from her breast and the whip landed there. She screamed. It hurt like ... like a ... like a pleasure. That couldn't be right, she thought. But when it landed again on her right nipple she could not deny that a scream of lust escaped her. And she stopped trying to think.
She blocked off her mind and concentrated on only her body. And what her body was feeling was unimaginable joy and lustful passion. She had heard that pain and pleasure were closely related, just as love and hate where and until that moment she had doubted the truth of those statements.
She doubted no longer. Because she was definitely feeling both pain and pleasure. Maybe it was psychosomatic, maybe it was bullshit, but feel it she did and she quite struggling against what she was feeling and relaxed as much as she could under the circumstance and enjoyed what she was feeling. As across the room she heard other sounds of leather striking flesh.
Somehow those sounds justified her reactions because they were not accompanied by screams of pain. No, they were definitely sounds of arousal just the same as hers were.
The mouth at her cunty was withdrawn. A moment later it was replaced by a magnificent cock that burrowed its way to her very core. A mouth was back at her whipped right breast as the one from her left withdrew to allow the whip to land on that one too.
Ruth's body arched in pain and in pleasure. She accepted all that was being done to her and silently wished for more of the same. More pleasures. And more pain.
As the guy in her cunty exploded, she joined him in his release. But when he pulled away another took his place.
Then another.
Then another, as she laid placidly before them. Mouths rotated around her body. They took up residence at her breasts as whips flicked out at any part of her that they could reach. Ruth took it all in stride.
When they turned her over and began to whip her back and ass she compared the differences as cocks took turns up her brownie, as across the room she heard similar sounds.