Chapter 2
Celeste slipped her finger along her tiny pussy. The hot fuck-flesh felt like such a strange, crazy thing. How could so many delicious tingles be packed into such a small place?
She should have told Ed about what Jack had done. That much was for certain. It wasn't right to be raped in the middle of the day, right there in her own kitchen, then not breathe a word of it to her husband. She was ashamed of herself for not confiding in Ed, and she wasn't sure just why she hadn't. All she knew was that by the time Ed had come back into the house, she had cleaned up and was already dressed.
Now she stretched her toes in the bath. She was short enough to lean back against the curved end and still not touch the faucets and drain. It made the tub feel so much bigger.
Daintily, she plucked up a corner of the wash cloth and pulled it up between her legs. By lying back, she could drag the whole length of it smoothly along her pussy-gash. No doubt-the shivers and chills and sparks were still there. Just like they had been yesterday just a few minutes after the rape. Those crazy little tingles still hadn't left her, and even overnight hadn't chased them away.
Maybe if she rubbed right there for a few seconds, then that pesky tingle would go away.
"Oh, Lawdy," she groaned, leaning back against the end of the tub and closing her eyes as she stroked the side of her clit with her finger.
When she had been in school, her blonde hair had been cropped short, but Ed liked it long so it had been growing for more than a year and now it brushed soft waves against the tops of shoulders, which were almost the color of heavy cream. Her brows and lashes were fair, and both her mouth and nose appeared carved in miniature to match her beautiful, dainty face. Her tits were firm and small-handfuls for herself but not for Ed-and were topped by nipples almost always firm, barely a darker pink than the surrounding skin. Her creamy loins led down to a pussy-mound that was only sparsely covered with golden hair. Her cunt-lips showed through as if the tresses weren't there.
The surface of the bathwater lapped like a tongue at her pussy, whispering up against her clit. There the water swirled around the finger that was rubbing against the side of her clit, adding even more excitement to the touch.
Suddenly her finger froze and Celeste opened her eyes and gulped. She lifted her hand. She smiled, then kissed the tip of her finger.
"I better put you away or I'll be here all night," she said out loud with a smile. "Ed is impatient enough as it is to get to that party."
Celeste knew she was in trouble from the first when the Mosely's door was opened by the vivacious Wanda in all her red-haired splendor dressed in a leather outfit that clung to her ample curves. Celeste barely knew Wanda Mosely, in truth had actually avoided her. The large woman, built like an Amazon, was almost a foot taller than Celeste and just the sight of her had always intimidated the smaller woman.
And seeing her ass-cheeks peeking out from beneath the leather skirt didn't help matters a bit.
"Here's our little birds," the large woman called, more to the people behind her in the house than to the couple she was greeting. "You know everyone, so come on in and relax."
Wanda stepped to the side and Celeste reluctantly moved through the front door, pushed more by Ed's hand in her back than carried by her own feet. She had tried talking him out of coming to the party, reluctant after the rape to be anywhere Jack might show up, but she'd been unable to convince him without telling what his neighbor had done.
The inside of the house was darker than she had expected, lit mostly by candles and red light bulbs which had replaced the normal ones. The large living room looked like a dark drawing room of an old castle with shadows lurking in every corner. The candles flickered, making the flesh of the people seem to dance as Celeste looked around.
She knew them all. These people were her neighbors, none of them living more than three or four houses away. But the way they were dressed sent a chill through her and made her feel suddenly out of place.
There was Rita, her neighbor, with her tight body and enormous firm tits tucked into a tiny black dress, little more than a slip with the top showing part of the circles of black nipples and the bottom creeping up over her magnificent hips. Rita wore dark hose but no panties, and even in the dimness, Celeste could see the outline of her brambled pussy-patch.
Beside her on the couch sat her lanky, hard-bodied husband, Frank. His wind-blown sandy hair and broad smile made him look almost like an overgrown boy.
On the other side of Rita was Bill Moseley, Wanda's husband, and Celeste had never seen such a mismatched pair. While Wanda was big and loud, Bill was quiet and small, just four or five inches taller than the diminutive Celeste and a half head shorter than his wife.
Across the room was Jack and his blonde European wife. The large husky Jack was sitting in a chair with Zelda perched in a swishy silk gown on the floor by his feet. He was crude and loud, but Zelda with long blonde hair flowing to her waist was always proper, almost prim. Celeste didn't remember ever seeing her smile.
The last couple in the room was Joan and Ralph from across the street. Ralph was a studious sort of guy, a teacher of English at the local community college, with dark-brown hair combed straight back on the sides and a nose that hinted at the Roman. His wife, Joan, had the body of a thoroughbred, long lean lines that seemed to flow from top to bottom. Straight brown hair, parted in the middle, draped down across her shoulders and onto the front of her body, which was clad only in a miniscule leather bikini, too revealing to ever be worn at the beach.
"I think we better get out of here!" Celeste whispered urgently to her husband as they reached the entrance to the living room.
His hand wrapped tightly around the top part of her arm, his fingers digging in. "We just got here, Celeste. It'd be rude to leave now."
"But the men just have leather briefs on," she groaned. "A couple of vests, but nothing else."
Ed glanced around. Celeste was right. Every man in the room wore skimpy leather shorts that clutched at his cock and balls. A zipper to open the crotch area was built into each. A couple of the men also wore black leather vests but certainly nothing else.
"Maybe it's a costume party," Ed offered. "Hell, they should have told me-I would have tried to find an outfit like that for myself."
Jack was leering at her, undressing her with his eyes. Celeste noticed and tried to look away. The thin cotton gown, its hem almost to her ankles, didn't feel like it offered much protection.
When her husband pulled her into the living room, the chance of gracefully escaping was gone. Everyone rose from their seats and started milling around, with Celeste and Ed the center of attention. Celeste found herself surrounded by leather-clad and slinky attired bodies that seemed to exude some crazy kind of heat.
The palm of a hand slid down her right asscheek, rubbing the cloth against her skin. When she looked around, only Wanda and Joan were behind her and neither was paying any attention.
I didn't imagine that, she told herself. Somebody rubbed my ass! Before she could return her eyes to the front, somebody had squeezed her left tit. Then fingers, long and soft with brightly scarlet nails, closed around Celeste's wrist and slowly pulled her from the crowd. It was Wanda. Beside Celeste, Ed was being pulled from the throng by Zelda.
Wanda looked down at Celeste. "Come on. Let's go somewhere where it's quiet so you can catch your breath."
Celeste didn't want to. Something about the idea sent a chill through her bones. But with Ed now gone, she felt cut off and trapped with a group of neighbors she had thought she had known before but now realized she didn't understand. Everyone now seemed so different, so strange. At least going with Wanda would reduce the strangers to one, rather than trying to cope with the whole bunch.
She followed Wanda down the hall. The house was enormous, the biggest on the block. Celeste had known that it was oversized, but she hadn't realized how far back it went. The hall took a turn to the right and Wanda led her to the end where she threw open a doorway to a large room.
Celeste gasped as she entered. Her hand flew to her mouth and her teeth clamped down painfully on a finger. She tried to back out into the hallway but the Amazon behind her quickly blocked the way.
"I don't want to go in there!" Celeste cried as Wanda continued to push. Slowly the smaller girl's feet slid then caught clumsily and she crumbled onto the carpet. She heard behind her the slam of the door then the snick of the lock as Wanda bolted them inside.
The room amazed her, overpowered her. On the walls, framed expensively into pictures, were oversized photographs blown up into massive gritty detail of men and women doing the lewdest, most unimaginable things. Here a cock slid juicily into the hot moisture of a woman's sucking mouth. Over there a telephone pole of raging prick drilled the expanse of a forested and gaping pussy, which had already swallowed half of that fuck-monster down. And beyond that, globs and sticky strings of scalding cum erupted from the piss-hole of a mighty prick to splash into a woman's awe-struck face. And sitting right in the middle of that demented visual display was a huge bed like some kind of crazy throne with the ceiling above it decked out in mirrors.
"Let me out of here!" Celeste trilled, both palms pushing against the floor. She turned toward Wanda, and saw the red-haired Amazon towering above her like a goddess with fiery pussy-hair peeking from beneath the thick hem of the leather skirt.
"You look up my skirt at my cunt as much as you want, you little slut," Wanda hissed at her. "You'll see a whole hell of a lot more of it before you're through!"
"No!" Celeste exclaimed as Wanda reached for her, snaring her around the arm. The strength of the big woman was almost beyond belief as she yanked a reluctant Celeste to her feet. Large hands seemed to attack the smaller girl, and Celeste tried to ward off the flurries with her arms. But it was her shoulders, not her face, that the fingers were bound for, where they grabbed and ripped off the straps. Celeste screamed in panic, clutching her arms tightly to her sides to catch the falling garment, but she wasn't in time to keep the material from tumbling from her tits. The small mounds of titflesh quivered in the open air of the room, the swollen nipples bulging seductively on top.
"Petite little teacups!" Wanda laughed sharply and loudly. "If I tried, I think I could get every bit of one of those tits inside my mouth."
A woman! Why would a woman want to suck her tits?
"Let's see what you're hiding," Wanda said, reaching to the side of the belt of her leather skirt for a short riding crop that Celeste hadn't noticed. The shaft was a midnight black as deep as that of the leather garment. The whip was thin and tightly bound in rawhide, and limber enough to do the job.
Wanda slashed it across the front of Celeste's tits. The shaft caught both nipples, stinging them with fire. A red welt sprang immediately across both mounds of tit-flesh and showed where the crop had slashed.
"Ouch!" Celeste cried in pain. Her hands leaped for the damaged tits, pulling her elbows away from her sides. The material of her gown whispered down the rest of her naked body to collapse to the floor below. In an instant, Celeste stood totally naked except for the shoes on her feet.
"Not bad." Wanda grinned as she looked over the smaller, younger woman. The skin was creamy and unbelievably tight, and if her tits were small, so was the rest of her body. That would mean that she'd have a clutching little pussy, maybe even tight enough to squeeze on Wanda's tongue. But that would come later. First Wanda had to teach the little bitch some rules.
When the tip of the riding crop ran down the puffy slit of Celeste's pouting pussy, the younger woman stepped back to get out of reach of the awful thing. Her tits still burned where they had been struck, and she had no desire for the same to happen to her cunt. But before she could get very far away, the backs of her legs bumped into the side of the bed.
Wanda laughed, the sound of it making Celeste's blood run cold. She had done just what the older woman had wanted by moving next to the bed. In a flash, Wanda was on her, knocking her totally senseless. As her head swam, she was rolled to her stomach and cold metal clamps were snapped to her wrists. Her shoes were twisted off and thrown to the side, and now she was completely raw.
Suddenly, the soles of her feet exploded in pain. Fiery lines cut across her insteps, and sent agony clear up her legs.
"On your elbows and knees, bitch!" Wanda screamed at Celeste as she sliced the riding crop through the air again. It landed like lightning across the balls of the younger woman's feet, igniting them with new pain.
Celeste howled and jerked with her arms. Chains were attached tightly to the metal clamps on her wrists and she pulled herself toward the head of the bed. As she moved, her knees curled under her, dragging her aching feet. Her ass rose, pushed form the bed, as she levered herself onto her knees.
"You learn quickly, whore!" Wanda snarled. "It might even save you some grief."
Celeste trembled. How in the world could this possibly be? Her husband was somewhere in the house and here she was in chains! No one else probably knew what was going on, so how long would it be before she was missed? Surely Ed would be looking for her. Oh God please, Ed!
The riding crop tickled at her ass, brushing against the tight skin stretched across taut muscles, then running down the natural crack to find the tiny tight ass-bud that rested inside. The asshole was tiny and round, puckered out slightly with wrinkled lines that arrowed toward its closed center. Below that was the pussy-gash, and the tip of the crop found that too, sliding along the juicy crease far enough to knock on the door of her clit. All the time the riding crop touched her, Celeste shivered, struck cold with the sure knowledge that just a flick of the wrist would turn the slender shaft into a weapon of heat.
"That's right," Wanda chuckled. "Learn to be still. Accept that you're nothing but a mouth, tits, cunt and asshole for the rest of us to use."
"No!" Celeste cried shrilly. She jerked her cunt away from the crop. Never would she accept that she was nothing but a hunk of meat for anyone who wanted to suck and fuck!
"Yes!" Wanda shouted triumphantly and crashed the riding crop down across Celeste's naked ass. A scarlet line of searing pain ignited across both of her ass-cheeks, making the younger woman howl. Again and again, the leather-clad Amazon thrashed her until Celeste's whole ass was battered and sore. Each time she tried to go to her stomach on the bed, Wanda would savagely lash the back of her legs.
"You're our slave, you sniveling little bitch!" Wanda bellowed, swinging the riding crop up between Celeste's quivering legs. The shaft snapped wetly down the whole length of her pussyslit. "We're going to fill up your cunt and asshole with cum, and you're going to eat enough jism and pussy-juices to make you gain fifteen pounds!"
Celeste shrieked when the riding crop slashed inside her pussy-lips again. The tip caught the sensitive head of her clit and made the bud almost explode. Never had she been in so much agony, and it was coming at the hands of a neighbor and supposedly a friend.
The creamy ass-cheeks were a crisscross of angry red welts. That showed pain-oh, yes, excruciating pain-but the girl hadn't really been hurt. Wanda knew that the welts would fade quickly until the young woman's ass would look like it hadn't even been marked. But Celeste wouldn't forget that first lesson. Oh, no-at least until harsher ones took its place.
The riding crop stopped slashing, then nuzzled into Celeste's pussy-crease. Its tip sought out the mouth of the cunt-hole, then slipped quickly inside. It wormed around inside, swirling and touching all of the walls.
Celeste moaned when it finally departed, but there was no immediate relief. The tip of the riding crop lined up with her asshole and rammed right into her shitter. Greased with her own cunt-juices, the slender shaft glided in until Wanda had buried almost nine inches of it in the young woman's asshole. Celeste could feel the tip poking clear up into her guts and she was too frightened to even breathe.