Chapter 5
THWOCK!
The knotted-thong whip flew downwards, cutting the air as it went, and gently kissed the exposed flesh of Paula's left ass-cheek. The girl screamed and writhed in her chains as she felt the sting of the whip against her ass.
THWACK!
Again the whip came down, and again and again and faster and faster, and each time it came down it touched a place where it had not been before. And each time it came up again there was a line of scarlet on Paula's captive ass.
THWOCK!
Hot tears of pain were welling up in the blonde girl's eyes. She couldn't take this any longer. In the mirror she could see her throbbing buttocks, crisscrossed with the marks of a thousand lashes. And even as she watched, the whip began its downward course yet again and left yet another redness on the pale white flesh.
Veena was cackling in pure sadistic glee, plainly enjoying the opportunity to exercise her personal tastes in eroticism. "I want your ass, little girl," the black-clad temptress announced in undisguised delight. "I want every inch of your ass spread out all over this fuckin' Arena. I want you to writhe in pain and scream in agony and beg for mercy and bleed, and BLEED, and BLEEEEEEEED!" The word came out in a high-pitched shriek as the whip came downwards again and again and turned Paula's buttocks into mincemeat.
Paula was sobbing in earnest now. "Please!" she moaned, and there was no mistaking the agony in her voice as she spoke. "Please, please stop it! I don't WANT it! I can't TAKE it!"
THWOPK! "But you MUST take it, my child," the Countess of Ravenspur replied ever so gently. "And if you don't want it then my men and I must MAKE you want it. Mustn't we, men?"
"Yes, Veena," said a voice, a voice that Paula recognized as that of Tish. Her heart sank even lower than before; apparently at least one of the three men she and Carl had injured had recovered. Her chances of escaping were no better than before.
The whip came down again, and this time Veena's wrist twisted ever so slightly, and this imperceptible movement made the whiplash touch Paula's flesh at a completely new angle, and made her scream as loud as before.
"You are not screaming enough," murmured Veena, like a mother crooning her child to sleep. "Perhaps you need some more pain. Perhaps you need a new kind of pain. Perhaps what you need may be something like THIS!" And then Veena savagely brought the hard butt of the whip handle down full on the tight pink rosebud of Paula's ass, down in the middle of it so firmly that Paula could feel the hard leather cylinder force its way at least an inch into her ass-hole itself. "Take it OUT of me!" she cried. "PLEASE!"
"That is more like it, my child," whispered Veena. "We want to hear you scream. We want to hear you cry like a baby, or like a bad little girl who has been spanked by her mommy. We want to hear you cry out for mercy, to beg us not to hurt your flesh, not to ravage your anal regions. We want to hear you scream in agony!"
And then the lash rose and fell again, rose and fell again. Paula wanted to scream, but something within her own body kept her back. She knew that for her to indicate pain would give these people pleasure, and she wanted to deny them that pleasure even if it meant she herself would die from agony.
"I suggest that you scream," Veena cut in, as though reading her thoughts. "I want to hear your howls of unendurable agony. And if you DON'T scream, then it will be very simple for my men to MAKE you scream. Have you ever been ass-fucked? Have you ever felt the exquisite hot pain of a man inside your bowel regions? My men will be happy to show you. Have you ever felt a boiling vinegar enema? My men will be eager to administer one. We will go to any lengths for the pleasure of seeing you twisting and writhing in torment."
The whip's long lizard-like tongue bit down again, and this time Paula could feel the warm flow of blood oozing moistly to the surface of her ass....
The thin thread of thong rose and fell, rose and fell in a tireless rhythm, and each time it did so there was another whimper of pain from Paula, another streak of red across her buttocks' whiteness, another smirk of triumph upon the face of Veena. .
Veena paused for a moment. She was an expert at sadism, she had transformed it from a bestial crudity to a fine art. She knew exactly what to do and how to make her voluptuous victims writhe in the most exquisite of pains, to make them bleed but never die, to make their worthless bodies last until the final moment before snuffing out the flame of existence forever. Veena sensed intuitively that the blonde-haired captive before her had already passed the point at which an ordinary lashing would be of any service. It was time for something harsher.
Veena flipped the lash into the air and watched it circle lazily upon itself before falling. She stretched out a languid hand and with the utmost of boredom watched the whip land in the palm of her black-gloved hand, where it had been in the first place. The only difference was that before Veena had been holding the whip by the handle, but now she gripped it by the flail. The hard knotted butt of the handle was dangling limply below.
Again Veena's arm arced upwards triumphantly, again the broad leather stiletto flicked through the air and came down heavily upon Paula's pale flesh. But this time the part that struck Paula was the HANDLE of the whip, and the amount of .torment packed into that tight little cylinder of leather was tremendous. With a yowl of agony Paula rose straining against her bonds, the muscles in her neck tightened like whipcords. A white fleck of foam flicked out of the girl's mouth and spattered against the rim of one of her manacles.
Veena was pleased. It had been quite some time since she had had a victim with the staying power that Paula had, with the ability to take the pain and SHOW the pain without fainting or dropping dead on the spot. Veena was sick unto death of females who had agonizing torment pumped into them by the barrelful, and who merely lay there unflinching and took it. What Veena wanted was girls like Paula, girls who cried and screamed and bled and begged for mercy ... mercy that Veena knew would not be forthcoming.
At last Veena let the whip drop, then tucked it securely back into her broad leather belt. Turning to her male assistants, the woman announced: "I believe that our patient's anal region has been sufficiently prepared for the ... injection." She smiled conceitedly at her own wit, then turned away from the wooden platform. "You men can do as you please with her ... BUT DON'T KILL HER. I want that pleasure for myself, and only after every single drop of torment has been squeezed out of her delicious young body."
She stepped off the platform and walked towards one of the doors that led out of the Arena. "I shall be in my room, resting for a while so as to be fresh for the next little game," she announced. "In an hour or so I think it will be time for us to put our little sex-slave into the Menagerie."
The men nodded, and then turned back to the moaning girl who lay chained to the platform. They did not see their mistress leave the Arena, but they heard the door open and then swing closed again, and when they looked back later she was gone.
For several long seconds Tish, Cyclops and Estrogen stared down at the prostrate figure on the platform, the thing that moaned softly and jangled its chains as it lay there. Finally Tish broke the silence: "Well, what'll we do with her first?" he wanted to know.
"I know what I'd LIKE to do with her," piped up little Estrogen.
"We're going to fuck her," declared Cyclops firmly, who was after all the most practical of the three. "Whippings and chains are fine, and I like 'em just as much as the next man and maybe more. But when y' get right down to it, there's nothing like a nice good fuck."
The other two nodded in silent reverence. They knew that their comrade was speaking the truth.
"Now, as to HOW we fuck her," the one-eyed lecher went on eagerly. "It's pretty simple, I think. We've got three cocks and she's got three holes, and if we put three an' three together we get sex."
"Fine by me, Cyke," Tish nodded sagely. "And if you boys don't mind I'll take the mouth. Cunts are fine and asses are too, but there's something about getting some head that really turns me on somehow."
"Good." This time it was Cyclops's turn to nod. "I guess I'll cut me a slice of that nice white ass with the chocolatey filling. I like a tight hole, boys, and after all the fucking this girl's twat has been through it ain't likely to be the tightest part of her."
Estrogen laughed in that high, thin tone he had. "Are you kidding? The way Veena tore up this kid's ass-hole she won't be able to tighten it for a week. Well, I guess I get the cunt, then. Fine with me; I think it's the best part of a chick."
Paula had been slowly crawling back to the edge of consciousness, and now she was unable to believe what she was hearing. These men were slicing her up like some sort of piece of meat, not treating her as if she were remotely human at all. What Paula didn't know was that, in these men's eyes, a sexy teenage girl like Paula was NOT a human being. She was merely a plaything, an object for them to satiate their lustful desires upon, and then to fling aside like a useless piece of filth.
There was a slight rocking sensation now, and she realized that Estrogen was shaking her by the shoulder. "She won't wake up," the small man complained.
"Then we'll just have to WAKE her up," Cyclops declared. "Tish, hand me that electric cattle prod."
Suddenly a veritable deluge of torment shot through every pore of Paula's frame, and she was writhing and panting like some sort of rabid animal. The chains at her wrists and ankles quivered and shook, and a thin thread of saliva appeared at the corner of her mouth. There was a touch of red in that saliva....
Cyclops seemed to be pleased with his handiwork. "Unchain her ankles," he instructed his two comrades. "I want those legs of her spread WIDE. I'm going to be shoving every inch of my meat inside this bitch and I want her to be able to FEEL it."
Paula groaned inwardly. She knew what these men were planning to do to her and she knew that she wasn't going to like it. "Please," she entreated. "Please, don't hurt me. I won't be able to take the pain. I'll die if you fuck me." She licked her lips frantically before she continued. Her tongue was strangely dry. "You don't want to kill me and you know it. Because Veena doesn't WANT you to kill me. You've got to lie here and let me rest."
"We'll do nothing of the kind, bitch," Tish spat out venomously. "There will be no rest for you, and no mercy either. You're going to get all three of us shoved up inside you at once, whether you like it or not. And, frankly, I hope you DON'T like it, because that way it's so much more enjoyable."
Paula squirmed uncomfortably and tried to get up. Her ankles were free now, but her wrists were still chained. As she watched in helpless terror Cyclops made a gesture with one hand to Estrogen. "Turn that crank over there," he instructed him, pointing towards a crank protruding from a corner of the framework of the torture platform. "And for God's sake be quick about it. My cock is in a big hurry to climb inside this girl's tight little ass."
"Sure thing, Cyclops," breathed the smaller man quickly. With eager and feverish hands he stepped to the winch and then turned it.
There was a creaking sound, and then the upper half of Paula's body began to slowly rise into the air. She looked upwards, and saw that the chains that bound her wrists were gradually being pulled upwards, towards a winch that was suspended over the framework of the torture board. In a matter of moments the poor girl was dangling in midair, her hands chained together over her head and her naked battered body twisting slowly in the wind. In another few moments the platform beneath her was pushed away and she was dangling a few inches from the ground. It was sheer agony to know that solid footing was so close beneath her toes, and that she would be unable to reach it.
The girl's ass and cunt were now on a level with the bulging crotches of Cyclops and Estrogen, and she knew that this was no coincidence. She knew that these men were planning to put their meat inside her body, and she did not relish the thought. Paula knew what it would feel like to be impaled on those two twisting organs, to be sandwich-fucked by these demented sadists, and suddenly she was more afraid than she had ever been before.
The blonde girl was hanging in space, dangling painfully by her swollen wrists from a length of metal chain. She glanced upwards and saw that her wrists were puffed and bleeding, and that the flesh had turned an alarming shade of lavender. Paula seriously doubted that she would ever regain the use of her hands.
But then, she might very well never come out of this thing alive anyway, in which case she had nothing to worry about.
One of the levels of the torture platform had been elevated with the aid of a windlass so that it was extended directly before Paula's face. Tish was standing on that platform now, and as the helpless girl watched he slowly opened his trousers and took out his quivering manhood. The thing was still slightly flaccid, but even as Paula looked on it began to get larger and suffer.
"You're going to suck my cock," Tish gloated rapturously. "I'm going to stick it in your mouth and you're going to give me head and you're going to like it. I'm going to shove my hot meat down your throat and cream all over your body. And you're going to like it, bitch. You're going to get down on your knees and beg me for more.
The cock was stiff now, and pointing straight out from the man's body, pointing straight towards Paula's mouth. The poor girl shuddered in violent revulsion, but she knew that she had absolutely no choice in this matter. She was going to have to suck that cock whether she liked it or not. She was going to have to let this man come in her mouth, and she was going to have to swallow it, and she had absolutely no choice in the matter.
Tish reached out with hot, feverish hands and seized a double handful of the girl's soft golden tresses. For a moment the hard, sadistic look on Tish's face melted away as he stroked the softness of that hair. It reminded him of another place and another time ... and of another girl.
But there was no time for that now. Forcing himself back into reality, Tish gripped the girl's jaws and ripped them open forcibly with his ham my hands, then suddenly thrust the girl's bowed head forwards so that her ripe red lips closed reluctantly and unwillingly upon the meatiness of his manhood. "Suck it, you little bitch," the man crooned. "Suck every bit of it. Suck it until you drop. And then keep on suckin', keep on suckin'. . . " He squeezed the sides of the girl's head until she was terrified into obeying his commands.
"SUCK ME OFF!" he repeated. "SUCK ME OFF, YOU LITTLE BITCH! SUCK ME OFF, SUCK ME OFF!"
Paula sucked. Even though she did not want to, she knew that she had to make oral love to this man. It was the only protection she had against death, against her being murdered. It was either feel this man's hot come pouring into her throat, or feel her own blood gushing out onto the floor.
Cyclops laughed mockingly at the spectacle, and Paula felt very embarrassed. It was humiliating enough to have to give this man Tish a blow job, but it was even more degrading to have to do it in front of Cyclops and Estrogen.
The single-eyed sadist turned to his filth-encrusted comrade Estrogen and tapped him conspiratorially upon the shoulder. "Well, boy, now that Tish is gettin' his, I guess it's time we started gettin' ours."
Estrogen nodded in agreement. He'd seen the tight hole of that girl's juicy cunt, and he wanted it all for himself....
Cyclops and Estrogen were reaching for the flies of their trousers now, eager to begin what they had come here to do. While Paula sucked on Tish's glistening phallus she caught glimpses of what was going on down below. She knew that she wasn't going to enjoy it. But these men didn't seem to care about that.
A pang of hot stabbing pain lanced through Paula's twat, and she knew then that Estrogen had rammed his hot meat into the space between her legs. Paula found herself wincing in pain, not from the feeling of the cock stretching her in sides (Estrogen's cock was small and therefore stretched her very little) but because of the sudden shock of feeling the thing inside her.
For a moment Paula unwillingly wallowed in the pain, in the weltering torment, but then suddenly she was filled with an even deeper and more agonizing pain. For Cyclops had taken hold of her still-aching ass-cheeks and spread them wide, and then suddenly rammed his cock deep into the exposed ass-hole beyond. Paula had never been ass-fucked before, and the pain was enormous. And that cock was huge....
The cock in her twat and the cock in her butt both plunged farther and farther into the helpless maiden's soft virgin flesh, and it seemed to Paula as though the farther the twin organs went the more unendurable was the agony. She felt the taut flesh of Cyclops's firm stomach press painfully against her aching buttocks, and she felt Estrogen's own stenching stomach pressed against hers, and the pain for Paula was truly unbearable. She was literally being sandwich-fucked, she was being pressed agonizingly between these two sex-hungry men, and the results were certain not to be very pleasant. As a crowning indignity, the organ in Paula's mouth was getting bigger and bigger, and she knew that any moment now it would be spewing out is molten cock-lava down her parched and aching throat.
And now the two pile driver penises inside
Paula's crotch were beginning to pump in and out of her with ever-increasing speed. She was rapidly being knocked back and forth like a raft in a monsoon. She could feel the breath being squeezed out of her body until Paula was sure that she would suffocate from the pressure of these thrusting bodies against her own. If that happened then she would literally be fucked to death....
Faster and faster the organs moved, faster they pulsated. The longer they fucked this girl the better they felt, and the better they felt the bigger the cock got, and the bigger the cocks got the tighter Paula's mouth, cunt and ass got, and the tighter these got the better it felt for the cocks. And on it went like this, on and on and more and more and faster and faster until Paula could no longer think, could no longer breathe, could no longer do anything at all but feel these hot throbbing organs pounding up and down within her.
"Spread your cheeks!" panted Cyclops eagerly, thrusting his seething javelin of man-flesh even farther into the helpless girl's wriggling bung-hole. "Spread your cheeks and let me in! I'm going to fuck that ass of yours until it drops off! I'm going to fuck that ass of yours until your shit gets pregnant! Spread them fuckin' cheeks, bitch, because I want your ass!"
And then suddenly the hot wad of manhood inside Paula's mouth exploded, and Tish was creaming out his dick-juice across her slavering tongue and into the raw red throat that lay beyond.
"I'm creaming! I'm creaming! Holy mackinaw, I'M CREAMING!" Estrogen was shouting now, shouting triumphantly as his own hot dick burst forth into a torrent of molten sperm. It barreled its way deep, deep into Paula's twat, and just the feel of its sliminess inside of her made the girl shudder with revulsion.
"I'm creaming, too, but you don't see me bragging about it." And even as Cyclops spoke the golden-haired girl could feel his cock shiver and quake, and in a moment her tight reddened ass was bursting with the sting of this man's cream within it. Paula had been given her first enema: .an enema with hot cream instead of water, and with a cock instead of an enema bag.
There were three men creaming inside of Paula at once, three men spilling simultaneous orgasms into her flesh. And as they did so Paula suddenly realized something very strange, something that both frightened and disturbed her.
She LIKED it!
She WANTED the feeling of these men inside her, feeling them dominate her and humiliate her, having them subjugate her with the staffs of power that dangled between their legs. For Paula was a woman, and she suddenly realized that it was her purpose in life to give pleasure to men, no matter how violently they wanted their sex.
And she wanted that. Suddenly Paula realized that she wanted that.
"You're good," she heard a voice whispering passionately to the three men, and Paula was surprised to realize that the voice was her own. "You're fuckin' good, every one of you. You've got the best cocks I've ever had, and I want them. I want more of them. I want every last bit of them, and then I want even more."
Paula was surprised and startled to hear the words coming out of her own mouth in such a fashion, but somehow she inwardly knew that she MEANT these words, that they were the truth. She really DID want these men's cocks, and the thought of being subjugated and disciplined by these men and their organs was so delicious that Paula almost had an orgasm. But the pain in her wrists and her buttocks was too great for her to be interested in pleasure right at this time.
"Cut me down," the girl pleaded sonorously. "Take me out of these chains, so that my hands will be free. So that I can make love to all of you with every single part of me.
With a whoop of lustful glee Estrogen leaped forward to comply, and Tish was not far behind him. But Cyclops, who was the most trusted of all Veena's men with the exception of Frog held back.
"I don't think Veena would like it," he drawled. "I don't think that Veena would like it at all."
It was then that Paula had the idea that she knew would be her only chance of salvation from this sex-trap. It would liberate her from the lesbian clutches of Veena, and at the same time it would leave her free to have sex with these men or with any other men that she pleased.
"Never mind about Veena," she whispered softly, temptingly. "You don't need Veena, you need me. I'm so much nicer than Veena. Cut me loose, and the four of us can go away together to some place where we'll be free from Veena forever."
Paula's plan was a simple one: she hoped to bring these men over to her own cause and away from Veena's. With their aid it would be simple to find Carl, and then the five of them should be able to deal with Veena and her three remaining disciples, particularly since two of them. Hernandez and Frog, did not look as though they would be in fighting trim for some time to come. Paula had no idea of how to combat Veena, and even less idea of how to combat her assistant Bertie, who seemed to be growing more and more inhuman with every passing moment. But the blonde girl was confident that, with the help of Cyclops and Tish and even Estrogen, she would be able to find Carl, and then they would all escape from here.
She saw Cyclops wavering on the edge of indecision, and hastened to tip the scales of his mind in her own favor. "You don't want Veena," she insisted seductively. "You want me. Veena is mean; she whips you and gives you orders you can't carry out. She won't let you be in charge. But I WILL, Cyclops. The three of you will be the masters, and I'll be the slave. Not like Veena, Cyclops. I'll never give you orders like Veena does."
"Let's do it, Cyclops," Estrogen was panting. "Let's do it right now. Who cares about Veena? Veena's an ugly old bitch who never lets us have any fun."
"Veena is Veena," Cyclops insisted. "She is the Mistress, and I am her bunyip."
"Yes," Tish intoned dryly. "Veena is Veena. You can crawl around on your hands and knees and kiss her ass, or you can disobey her, and either way she'll try to whip you. You can't win with Veena. For once in his life
Estrogen is right, Cyke."
There was a very long pause, during which the only sounds that broke the silence were the slight creaking of the chains from which Paula hung, and the soft whisperings she murmured to these men that promised them so many erotic delights.
At last Cyclops looked up with his one gleaming eye. "Oh, hell," he muttered at last. "I'm spoiling for a change anyhow. I might as well try this."
"Good," whispered Paula seductively. "Then let me down. Take these chains off my wrists and let me down, before my hands fall off my body."
The three men rushed forward with a will, and less than a minute later Paula was being laid tenderly on the floor of the Arena, with Tish's jacket resting beneath her buttocks as a pillow to ward off the pain. All three men were doing their best to return the vital blood flow to Paula's wrists, the veins in which had been practically severed by the ordeal.
Finally the girl was strong enough to sit up and face her newfound allies.
"We don't have much time," she told them. "We've got to find my friend Carl, and then the five of us will escape together."
"Who cares about THAT dumb guy?" whined Estrogen. "We want you all to ourselves."
Paula was firm on this point. "And I want you. But I also want Carl. I'm not going to leave Ravenspur without him."
There was a momentary silence while the three men absorbed this piece of information, and then Tish nodded. "Fine. We'll help you get Carl, and then we'll all bust out of here together. And if we have to we'll kill Veena. We'll even kill Frog and Hernandez and Bertie."
"There's no way to kill Bertie," Cyclops commented glumly. "There's no way to kill a man who ain't alive in the first place. No way at all."
Mention of Bertie made Paula sit up and take notice. "Who IS Bertie, anyway?" she enquired. "And why does he act like that?"
For what seemed like a minute none of the men made a sound. Finally it was Cyclops who spoke. "None of us know who or WHAT Bertie is," he confessed. "When I first met Veena, Bertie and Frog were both with her already, and none of them would tell me who they were or where they came from. Personally, I think Bertie's a zombie. Or maybe even a ghost."
"The hell with Bertie," Tish snorted in disgust. "He takes his orders from Veena, the same as we did up until a minute ago. The thing for us to do is get rid of Veena, and then the whole Ravenspur mob falls apart in our hands."
"We'll worry about Veena later." It was Paula herself who spoke now. She knew that they had to work fast, because any moment now Veena and her henchmen might be coming back. "Right now what we've got to do is find Carl and set him free."
"Finding him is easy," Cyclops announced. "Because we know just where he is. Veena ordered Bertie to take him down to the Menagerie...."