Chapter 4
"Get up!" Julia snapped at Pauline.
The still-sobbing blonde crawled upright, almost staggering to her feet. Her panties finally fell off her foot and onto the carpet.
Pauline looked at her two persecutors. Eamon leaned back in his seat at the desk as if nothing had happened, and Julia rearranged her tight police uniform, making sure the jacket fit properly over the shirt.
"Come with me," Julia said as she picked up the cane.
She led the shivering salesgirl out of the back door of Eamon's office, along a corridor a short way and into the executive bathroom.
"Clean yourself up," she ordered.
The executive bathroom was a place Pauline could never have dreamed of entering before, and now she was there. But that didn't help her much. She went over to the toilet bowl and then looked around to see that Julia was still standing there. Pauline needed to piss, but she couldn't with the terrible dominatrix there.
"Please, mistress, would you let me alone?" she begged. "I can't do it with you there."
"Bullshit!" Julia said sharply. "Now get on there and piss or shit, or whatever you need to do. Or I could use this."
The cane tapped in her hand, and Pauline knew she would have to degrade herself further. She sat on the toilet and finally managed to piss into it while Julia stared idly at her. Pauline wiped herself off and got up.
"Wash your cunt out," Julia said, pointing to the luxurious sink. "Most men don't like fucking a cunt with cum on it."
Pauline stifled a moan as Julia said that. She now knew that she was going to be raped again, and wondered rather desperately who was going to do it. She washed her pussy as well as she could, weeping as Julia made her push her fingers inside to make sure all the cum was out.
Julia was only doing it to humiliate her, but that didn't help Pauline.
"Brush your hair, make yourself look decent," Julia said. "Wash your face. Come on, bitch!"
Hurriedly, Pauline did as she was told, washing her face, brushing her lovely blonde hair into some kind of order until it flowed over her shoulders.
"Not bad. Now come here," Julia said, tapping the cane in her hand.
She led Pauline back to the office where Eamon still sat in his chair, looking at some reports.
"Now, how to dress you," Julia said, looking Pauline up and down. "Get the remains of those tights off, for a start."
Pauline pulled her shoes off, and then the feet of her ripped pantyhose. She stood naked, waiting for Julia's orders.
"Hmmm," Julia murmured. "Something simple, right, Eamon?"
"Yeah, you aren't dealing with sophisticated fuckers," he chuckled. "They like it rough and raw-you know that."
Pauline shivered and gasped, terror rushing through her. Who liked it rough and raw? Her heart beat harder and she shivered again.
Julia pulled a suitcase out from against the wall and dumped the contents on the floor. Out tumbled endless little sexy outfits-shoes, whips, handcuffs and other terrible paraphernalia. Julia pulled out a pair of red mesh stockings and tossed them to Pauline.
"Put them on," she said.
Pauline slid the stockings up her lovely legs, then clipped them to the straps of the matching suspender belt Julia tossed her. Pauline was painfully aware that Eamon was looking at her again, his eyes starting to burn with new lust. She tried to make her movements as un-sexy as possible, but it was difficult as she pulled the stockings on and clipped them in place. Then came a little red slip and a tiny pair of panties that were nothing more than a string in the crack of her ass and a tiny triangle of semi-transparent red material over her pussy. Julia made her put on a pair of open five-inch heels that were just too tight for her after that, and Pauline stood uncomfortably as the terrible dominatrix slipped a thick leather collar around her neck and attached a chain to the metal ring in it.
"What do you think, Eamon?" she asked.
He ran his eyes over Pauline and the little blonde shivered, hating his lewd stare. But, at the same time, there was a stirring of pride. Eamon had shot his cum in her twice, and he still wanted to fuck her. It was a strange moment for the salesgirl. She gasped in the collar, finding it suddenly tighter than before.
"Not half fuckin' bad," Eamon laughed. "Don't be too long with her. I'm getting horny again."
Julia chuckled. "You'll be horny until they start dropping earth on you," she said, taking hold of the chain. "Come on, you little cunt, you've got some men to fuck!" She jerked on the chain and pulled Pauline toward the door.
Pauline was shivering and shaking as she was led out of Eamon's office and into the dark store. Only a few night lights burned, leaving dark shadows around the racks, counters and displays. Pauline kept her eyes down, wondering where they were going. She was painfully aware that the hem of the little slip flicked around her pussy, not even reaching to the tops of the red stockings she wore.
Julia led her through the floor and down the stairs, past the first floor and into the basement. Pauline began to get really terrified, her eyes blurring with tears. But she followed Julia meekly enough, terrified of the cane in the dominatrix's hand. They walked along between the sets of heating pipes. Then they came out into a clear area on one side of the pipes. Pauline instantly knew what was going to happen to her.
There, in the corner, was the maintenance office and a massive man sitting, reading a girly magazine.
He looked up as Julia led the shivering Pauline across the concrete floor, their high heels clicking. He grinned and stood up, his massive shoulders looking terrifying to Pauline, particularly in the tight, open necked shirt he wore. She could see an enormous cock-bulge in his jeans. His eyes ran up and down her lovely figure, concentrating on her tits as they swelled in the slip, and on her long stockinged legs in the high heels.
"Well, howdy, li'l miss," he rumbled, his chest heaving as he stared at the trembling Pauline. "Ya been a nasty little shit, huh?"
"Very bad, Ed," Julia said, pushing Pauline forward but keeping her grip on the chain. "Stealing, the works. Show him your ass, bitch."
Pauline almost burst into tears as she turned, showing Ed the crimson of her whipped ass.
"Bend down, you stupid cunt!" Julia snapped. "And pull that slip up. Show him, you dumb, shit-faced whore! Bitch!" She grabbed Pauline's hair, pulling her upright again. ''The only thing you exist for is to give men a good time. Got that?"
"Yes, mistress!" Pauline blurted, her scalp hurting.
"So, everything you do turns them on, or you get whipped. Got that?" Julia snarled.
"Yes, mistress!"
Julia flung her away, and Pauline nearly fell to the floor as her heels caught in the irregular concrete.
"Show him your ass, whore-face!"
Pauline turned and spread her legs, knowing that men liked that. She bent over, reaching back for the hem of her slip and easing it up over her crimson ass. She bent farther, her terrified eyes staring up at Julia.
"Like this, mistress?" she asked.
"Ask Ed," Julia said.
"Like this, sir?"
Ed gave a growl and walked up to the bent Pauline. The smell of grease, tobacco and sweat wafted over Pauline and she wanted to throw up. Ed ran his enormous, calloused hand over her ass and she jerked with the pain.
"Yeah," Ed rumbled, "this cunt's not bad, Julia. You did good!"
"I always do good, shit-face," Julia said. "I'll come back for her in half an hour." She unclipped the chain to Pauline's collar. "And leave her in decent condition. She's got more to do." She turned away and and paced away between the pipes, her heels clicking menacingly.
Pauline turned, suddenly terrified that Julia was leaving. She wanted to call out, but didn't dare. She turned, just in time for Ed's massive hand to slap her across the face. She screamed and fell, her hands breaking her fall to the concrete.
"On your knees, fuck-meat!" Ed growled, standing over her.
Pauline's head was ringing with pain as she crawled to her knees, her stockings tearing on the concrete. She waited, her head down, her terror surging until she was wet with sweat.
"Yeah," Ed said, "ya like real men to fuck ya-right, whore-meat?"
"Yes, sir, yes!" Pauline wept.
"Right!" Ed rumbled, standing over her, his legs spread. "Take my cock out!"
Pauline shook, fear churning in her guts as she reached up and pulled the zipper of Ed's jeans down. She reached inside and took hold of his cock, pulling at it.
She knew something was strange. His cock was massive and thick, but it was soft. She managed to pull his prick out of his pants, feeling the cock-meat hanging heavy in her hand.
"Ya know, they say I'm a pervert or somethin'," Ed chuckled, his chest heaving. "Ya know, I don't get it up easy. Ya know that?"
"Yes, sir, I understand. What do you want me to do?" Pauline whined, her terror getting higher with each moment.
Ed rumbled with laughter. "Hey, don't you worry, little cock-hole. Ya don't have to do nothin'!" He roared with laughter again. "Ya wanna know how I get it up?"
"Yes, please, sir, yes!" Pauline moaned.
"I'tie 'em to a pipe and tit-whip 'em!" Ed yelled, and his cock gave a sudden throb, the first sign of hardness creeping into it. "Then I fuck 'em. Fuck, it feels good!"
Pauline screamed and fell backwards onto the concrete, trying to crawl away from the big man who looked down at her and grinned. His limp prick hung halfway to his knees, and Pauline was out of her mind with horror at the thought of having that thing shoved up her little pussy. In a daze of terror, she crawled on the dirty floor, her slip dragging through a pool of oil, her stockings creasing and tearing.
Ed watched her, enjoying her terror. Slowly, he walked toward her, pacing, his massive cock swinging. He chuckled, his prick starting to rise a little as he watched Pauline's terrified face.
Suddenly he grabbed her hair and hauled her upright in one movement. Pauline screamed, her scalp aching terribly. She clung to his hand as he swung her around and dragged her back to his office. He slammed her into a corner. She hit hard and sank down to the floor, her head hurting.
"You stay the fuck there!" Ed growled, rummaging in the other corner.
He came out with lengths of rope and reached for her. But she stood up fast, trying to stop herself from getting pulled around by the hair again. He ignored her collar and grabbed her by her hair again, pulling her out into the main basement.
Pauline was weeping, but it didn't do her any good. He pulled her along to the wall, where a single, thick pipe ran close to the ceiling. Pauline wanted to beg him, promise him anything, but she knew it was only asking for more trouble. She hung her head as he lashed the rope around her wrists, winding it many times until she was bound almost to the elbow. He flung the other end around the pipe and hauled Pauline up by her hands until she screamed with the pain. Her feet dangled off the floor and the weight on her arms throbbed through her in waves of horrible pain.
But Ed wasn't finished. As Pauline's moans of pain rang around the basement, he lashed ropes to her ankles, wound the ends around two pipe stands nearby and hauled them out until Pauline was hanging from the one rope, her legs spread wide open, her feet off the floor. She wept, twisting and sobbing.
"Yeah!" Ed growled, unfastening his thick leather belt.
She turned her head away, sick and terrified, aching with pain. But she had longer to wait than she thought. After his belt came out, Ed stripped, showing more of his barrel chest and the rolling gut underneath it. He was exactly the kind of man that made Pauline sicker than any other, the enormous, dirty, running-to-seed macho kind. She wept constantly, her body racked with pain.
He threw his shirt aside and advanced on her. "Fuck, little whore, you're gonna be great!" he gasped and pulled the top of her slip down, revealing her luscious tit-mounds. "Oh, fuck, fuck, what tits!" He pawed them around, twisting her nipples until she wailed in pain. "Oh, fuck, I love whippin' tits!"
He abruptly ripped the little red slip to the waist in one heave of his hands.
Pauline lurched on the ropes and screamed in horror as he followed that up by ripping the little shoulder straps apart and throwing the tiny slip away. Ed stood back and surveyed her hanging, twisting body.
His huge cock was getting hard, but it also wasn't getting much bigger as it stiffened.
Pauline screamed as he reached for the belt and wound the buckle end around his fist, his eyes on her the whole time.
"Yeah, you thieving little cunt, you're gonna pay!" he growled, flicking the two feet of hanging belt around.
Pauline screamed, her eyes bugging out, her mind seething in desperate horror. She clung to the ropes, her lovely heaving tits aching with the expectation of pain.
Ed growled and flung the belt back behind his head. Pauline screamed again as she saw the thick leather lashing at her. Then she jerked on the ropes, screeching in pain as it lashed across her jutting tits.
"Yeahhhhh!" Ed yelled, yanking the thick leather back, whipping Pauline's tits hard, leaving broad patches of red against her white tit-flesh, bouncing her tits around as she screamed.
Pauline screeched in pain and horror, jerking as the belt whipped across her tits, thrashing horribly into her nipples. The pain of the beating wasn't as bad as the cane on her ass, but it was somehow even worse, more humiliating.
"Fuuuck! Yeah, shit-for-brains!" Ed yelled, whipping the thick leather belt across Pauline's heaving tit-mounds.
She shrieked and jerked, her tits reddening fast to a bright crimson, her nipples standing out hard and crinkled form the beating. Her terrified eyes stared at Ed's colossal cock, watching it swelling harder with each stroke of the belt.
"Fuck, whore-bitch!" Ed yelled, lashing the belt across Pauline's tits, then changing direction, whipping it right between her open thighs and into her pussy. "You want me to fuck you, whore-face?"
Pauline thrashed about on the ropes as the belt whipped right into her open cunt. The tiny little panties didn't protect her at all and the pain surged all over her body.
"Yes, yes, please fuck me!" she wailed.
"Yeah, bitch!" he yelled, whipping Pauline's cunt once more, then advancing on the helpless, bound blonde, his cock heaving out, hard and ready, a drop of pre-cum bobbing from the cock-tip.
Pauline moaned and turned her head away as the smell of oil, tobacco and sweat wafted over her. She felt the massive swelling head of Ed's cock pushing past the tiny triangle of her panties, rubbing against her clit.
"Fuck, bitch, you sure get wet!" he growled as he pushed.
Pauline lurched, heaving and wailing as his enormous cock-head pushed a little into her pussy. She hated herself, but there was no doubt she was wet and, what was worse, a strange tingling was rushing through her guts, shaking her helplessly. She screamed as Ed's cock jerked hard and fucked in, several inches of the massive cock-head filling her helpless little cunt. Her pussy-walls throbbed around the enormous fucker and her body spasmed as Ed pushed harder. Another three inches of cock rammed into her fuck-channel and the bound blonde screamed, her pussy stretched painfully with the invasion of cock-meat.
"Yeah, fuck, you got a tight cunt!" Ed growled, heaving again, his massive cock-lance ramming right into Pauline's pussy, filling her to the brim.
He roared with fuck-lust, reaching up, grabbing her tits, working them over with both hands. The hand that had the belt wound around it scraped the leather over her flesh and made her scream and writhe with the rushing pain, but it didn't stop him. He fucked his cock into her helpless cunt again, heaving her whole body up on the ropes.
"Fuck, you shit-faced whore, you got it comin'!" he yelled, jerking the bound Pauline around as he fucked her with harder and stronger cock-strokes.
Pauline sobbed and jerked around on the ropes, moving helplessly to the thrust of Ed's cock and the grip of his hands on her tits. His massive barrel chest heaved close to her, his prick thrust to the depths of her cunt, then pulled back to heave in again. Pauline's tits throbbed and ached as badly as her arms, and yet the thrust of Ed's cock was setting off harder tingles and throbs in her fuck-channel. She was running juices in gushing new streams and Ed's cock slid effortlessly in and out of her fuck-hole on the lubrication.
"Bitch, you fuck-bitch!" Ed yelled, his cock throbbing harder in her cunt. He leaned back and lashed the belt across her tits, beating them with horrible force.
Pauline screamed and her whole body twisted as the surging agony mingled with the lust burning in her cunt. Her cunt sucked harder at the invading prick, her tits heaved out and the belt whipped into them again, leaving another red stripe across her flesh. Her nipples throbbed as she screamed, tossing helplessly.
"Fuuuck!" Ed roared, lashing Pauline's tits with each stroke of his cock, his enormous fucker throbbing and swelling harder in her cunt. His arms swung and his ass jerked, slamming his fuck-rod deep into her sucking cunt-hole. "Yuurhhh, I'm gonna shoot, bitch!
Ohhh, fuck, yeah!"
His cock went out of control, his arm swinging back and forth, the belt lashing across Pauline's tits each time, back and forth, whipping her tit-flesh to a crimson mass of pain.
Pauline's screams ran off the walls. She jerked, her cunt sucking up and down the length of the invading prick, taking it all in as the horrible lust grew in her body.
His cock jerked, he bellowed in lust and Pauline felt pulsations rushing up his long, thick cock-shaft. The belt whipped into her nipples, and Ed's cock-head shot a stream of jizz into her pussy and the fire exploded in her guts.
"Yaaahhhhh, heeeelp!" she screamed, climaxing in terrible spasms of lust.
Her tits thrust out at the belt as it lashed in, and her pussy throbbed and spasmed around the invading cock, sucking another stream of hot cum out of Ed's jerking prick-head. She wailed, thrusting around on the ropes, coming in helpless surges of lust. Her pussy sucked at the cum-shooting cock, taking hot streams of spunk deep in her cunt. Ed's slamming cock mashed her fuck-juice into her trembling pussy-walls as he roared and fucked her, whipping the belt across her tits.
"Yeaaahhh, fuck-meat, fuck-meat!" Ed yelled, whipping Pauline's tits as he shot cum into her spasming cunt.
Pauline gurgled and gasped, her wide-open legs shivering as she rocked and heaved under the final assault of Ed's cock. She felt his cum-shots rush into her cunt, her depraved passion surging higher with each blow of the belt and each ramming fuck of his cock. She heaved around, screaming out of control, her lust taking over completely, her cunt filling with cum, oozing the cream down Ed's cock-shaft as he fucked her.
"Uuurrhhh, fuck, help me!" Pauline sobbed, jerking her tits at the belt as it lashed them, the pain exploding in horrible bursts of desire deep in her guts.
"Yeah, yeah!" Ed bellowed, giving Pauline's tits a final lash of the belt.
He groaned, heaving his cock up one last time and holding it there as the last drops of his cum oozed out of his piss-slit. Then he growled and slid his massive hunk of cock-meat out of Pauline's pussy. He stood in front of her, eyes glassy.
Pauline hung on the ropes, weeping and moaning, her body still twisting helplessly. Once again she had come, but not surged over the top into satisfaction. Her pussy-walls still throbbed, desperate for a cock to hold onto. Her burning tits throbbed like her ass had, needing the lash of pain to get her where she wanted to be. She burst into tears, the ache in her arms and legs coming back as her lust dropped away, burning back into almost nothing but pain.
"Fuck!" Ed said, pulling his shirt back on. "What's with you, cunt?"
He left Pauline hanging and weeping as he dressed, his cold gaze running over her writhing, helpless figure. Only when he'd zipped his jeans up did he pull the slip knots on her ankles and wrists, dropping her onto the concrete.
Pauline crouched and wept, her whole body aching with pain. She rubbed her tits, her ass and thighs where they had strained with being pulled so far open. She could feel that the little panties were soaking wet with a combination of cum and pussy-juices, and that made her feel worse.
She didn't know where Ed was. She assumed he was still standing above her, so she jerked as the cane tapped her shoulder.
It was Julia. "You made a fucking mess of your clothes," the dominatrix said.
"Please, mistress, he ripped them off me!" Pauline wept, desperately thankful that Julia was back.
"That's no excuse!" Julia snapped. "Now I've got to get you dressed again. Get up, you dumb bitch, and follow me."