Chapter 6
"Oh, wow!" Joan exclaimed lustily. "The cunthole on this bitch is tighter than a horny tick. I can see why men like this little slut because if I had a hard cock, I'd rape it into this fuckhole myself. Her pussy-mouth was even squeezing me when I was tongue-fucking her juicy pit."
Celeste's screams leaked out as little more than squeaks with the thick tube of Ralph's prick w-edged in her mouth. Meanwhile, her tortured pussy-mouth was on the verge of being torn as the other woman was determined to squeeze the massive rubber dildo into a cunt hole too small.
"Maybe you didn't juice it up enough," Ralph laughed, although he never missed a face-fucking stroke of his cock. "That bitch tongue of yours must not be up to the quality of a man's in getting a tight pussy-hole ready for something as big as that phony prick.
Joan hissed wordlessly. She certainly didn't like the inference that there was something she couldn't do as well as a man, particularly in tongue-bathing cunt-holes, which was something she'd had plenty of experience at during the six months she had been a sex slave. If that little blonde bitch was still dry after the tongue-lashing she'd had, it certainly wasn't Joan's fault and all the pain that came now would be on Celeste's own head.
The young captive's ass lifted clear from the bed, legs trembling almost out of control from the intense, searing pain. The bulbous head of the phony cock wallowed at her pussy-mouth, searching for a way inside, and when Joan shoved hard, the agony came in sheets of fire through her body as the tight cunt-hole blocked the monster dildo again.
Celeste wasn't dry because she hadn't enjoyed the tongue-bath Joan had given her pussy, she had-at least her body did-far more than she liked to admit. But even when pleasure was pulsing through her cunt-hole, there were heavy doses of fear and panic that still roamed through her body at will. There was no way she had been able to put that aside. And the moisture she so desperately needed as a lubricant in her cuntchannel just didn't come. She was vexed; the dildo scared her.
"I'm going to fuck this into her pussy even if it kills her!" Joan insisted, her voice almost a growl. She twisted the dildo as she shoved and lodged an inch of the rubber shaft up Celeste's cunt. Then Joan placed one palm squarely on the base of the phony fucker and leaned hard as she pushed. Celeste's tender pussy-flesh was no match for the strength and determination of the large woman.
Celeste shrieked, coughing the throbbing, fleshy cock out of her mouth. When it was free, her head slammed back against the mattress and she screamed hysterically as the monstrous dildo rammed on in. Friction along the cunt-walls gave way reluctantly to the pushing pressure and allowed four more inches of the gigantic shaft into her cunt-hole. Bones felt shoved out of place; skin and flesh, if not torn, were at least stretched sorely out of shape.
"Please! No!" Celeste wailed. Never had she felt such ripping pain before. It was like knife blades had been rammed into her pussy and were slicing at the tender flesh.
"There!" Joan exclaimed triumphantly as she forced the dildo the rest of the way into Celeste's cunt-hole. She glared up at her husband. "Don't you ever tell me my cunt-licking isn't as good as a man's!"
Celeste wanted to sob but her face was too contorted, her lips pulled tightly back from her teeth. Ralph didn't look a bit concerned about either Celeste's agony or Joan's obvious victory. He lined up his cock-head with Celeste's lips. Using a thumb on Celeste's chin, he forced her mouth open and ran his prick all the way in. The hot cock-head bumped into the opening of her throat and started plugging up her breath again.
But the cock in her mouth seemed almost manageable when compared with the monstrosity of rubber in her cunt. The cock-head of the phony prick jammed against the back of Celeste's cunt, shoving hip bones out of the way. Her pussy-walls were pulled so terribly tight.
Tears streamed down Celeste's cheeks as the rubber shaft began its retreat out of her cunt, but, it did no good to try to complain with hot cock stuffed in her mouth. She gasped, trying for air, then closed her lips and cheeks down on the throbbing prick the better to breathe through her nose.
"Suck it, baby!" Ralph groaned, beginning to slowly piston his cock into her face. "Make as your mouth into a cute little cunt-hole that I can fuck hard with my prick!"
Celeste's ears and mind burned with his obscene words, but not nearly so hot as the fire of pain that had been ignited in her cunt. Every moment of the torturous dildo set off new waves of agony as Joan pulled the long, thick shaft back then rammed it home again. Thankfully, from somewhere, Celeste's cunt-walls found enough moisture to grease themselves against the tearing but there was nothing to be done about the deep bruising and stretching being afflicted on the tender flesh.
As Ralph continued fucking mouth-pussy, Joan began bathing her tongue around Celeste's bald cunt-mound, licking at the sides of the stretched pussy-lips where the size of the dildo forced them out of place. When the shaft was lodged all the way up the tiny cunt-hole, Joan's tongue found Celeste's tingling clit. She lashed it furiously back and forth, which overlaid the intense pain with a rush of pleasure which confused the mind of the frightened young woman. She tried to pick the agony from the ecstasy and found that she couldn't do it, finally reaching up her hips each time for the horrible thrust of the phony cock because it also brought back Joan's silky tongue.
Joan had begun to pant, Hurting the Utile bitch had turned her on. The taste of sweet pussy was swirling in her mouth an the sound of tight cunt-hole squeaking against rubber dildo was filling her ears. Excited now, she decided it was time to please herself with the one thing she loved best. She would finger-fuck her own cunt-hole and twitching clit while the slave ate out her ass.
Leaving the dildo in place, Joan quickly slipped to the end of the bed where she unclasped Celeste's feet then walked around to do the same to the young woman's hands. Then she tapped Ralph on the shoulder, causing him to switch around with his cock pulling from Celeste's well-fucked lips. Together, they rolled Celeste over and forced her to her hands and knees. Joan slithered to the mattress on her stomach in front of the honey-haired captive. She spread her legs and rolled up her hips, lifting her ass from the bed with her ass-cheeks spread wide. The crack of her ass parted, revealing the little eye of her shitter.
Celeste was reeling in confusion and pain. She was bewildered and didn't know what was expected. As she trembled there, the massive dildo was ripped from her cunt-hole to be replaced by Ralph's hefty prick. The hot cock-head-this time of flesh-drove in hard, hammering the end of her pit. The force of it knocked Celeste's face toward Joan's puckered asshole there in the center of the crack.
"Eat shithole!" Ralph growled as he slammed brutal cock into Celeste's battered pussy from the back. "Tongue-fuck her asshole so deeply the you're licking the inside of her guts!"
The sound of such awful words actually hurt Celeste's innocent mind. She just didn't understand how anyone could want her to do something so terrible as licking out an ass. But as Ralph pushed at the back of her head and beat at her cunt with his cock, Celeste found her face slowly but surely being forced between Joan's wide-spread ass-cheeks, and her mouth onto the brown, puckered bud. The firm, but wrinkled, flesh of Joan's shitter kissed Celeste's lips, and somehow the young woman's tongue found its way out of her mouth. Celeste tonguefucked this asshole and she was powerless to resist. She licked it up and down, lathering it with her saliva. Then her tongue curled tightly and shoved, spearing into Joan's guts.
"Oh, yes, you slut!" Joan howled, three of her fingers driving deeply into her own pussy. Corn-hole my shitter with your tongue!"
Rough male hands slapped at Celeste's ass-cheeks.
"You clamp down on my cock with your pussy, bitch!" Ralph growled from behind her. "I'm going to pump your cunt-hole full of sticky cum!"
"Eat it!" Joan ranted. "Tongue-fuck my asshole!"
Already the lightning bolts of her cum were blasting through her cunt and ass.
"Have some prick-cream, cunt-hole!" Ralph howled as his cock-head blossomed inside the tight pussy. Then a wave of pleasure pulsed down the length of his prick and rocketed a hot load deeply into Celeste's pussy channel. It splashed like liquid fire, igniting a blast of her own.
Celeste's pussy erupted like a volcano. It felt like her ass was being ripped off by her cums. Her screams mixed crazily with the ones from the cum-crazy man and woman who were forcing her to act like a slave. All three of the sexcharged bodies shook and trembled, mouths groaning and cocks and cunt-holes spurting until exhausted, the three of them tumbled to the mattress with Celeste's tongue still lodged up Joan's ass.
What else? the poor tortured captive wondered. When things were this obscene, could they ever get worse?
Swack! The whip struck once more. It was a big black snake attacking again and again. If Celeste had thought eating out asshole was as bad as things could get, she hadn't counted on little Rita. The dark bitch, with nipples as ebony as sin, was the dungeon queen of the whips, and knew how to expertly use them to torture naked female skin.
Celeste had spent a total of three days as Ralph and Joan's slave, mostly tied to the bed and seeing her husband on only the rare occasion. Once Ed had dropped by to watch Celeste being forced to eat asshole, first Joan's then Ralph's. The evening had ended with Celeste suspended in chains above the floor with Ralph's cock buried far up her cunt. While Ralph crammed hard prick into Celeste, Ed had returned a neighborly favor by slamming stiff cock into Joan's pouting pussy. But, by that time, it hardly seemed to matter.
On Tuesday afternoon Ralph and Joan had walked Celeste across the street, the young woman's heart leaping once again as she saw the sanctuary of her own house. But it was to Frank and Rita's that she was being taken. During the three days that followed with the couple next door, the nearness of Celeste' house lingered in her mind, taunting her when the situation grew darkest.
Almost from the minute Celeste was forced into Rita's house, the dark-skinned woman attacked her, almost drooling with vengeance as if Celeste was somehow she wished to destroy.
On that short trip she had at least been allowed to dress. But it was only in a manner of speaking. A tiny leather bikini and a small wispy halter were what they had given her, but Rita ripped those away as soon as Ralph and Joan helped to strap Celeste into the chains.
Swack! Again and again. It seemed to never stop. Rita played the sound of leather whip against unprotected skin.
Rita was not a large woman, perhaps a couple of inches taller than Celeste. But what the dark woman gave up in height, she made up in power with finely formed muscles beneath deep-brown skin. Although her body size was small, nature had carved her out of a pattern of a woman with full-flaring hips with rounded ass-cheeks, and firm tits almost too big for her chest. Her pussyhair was a full-grown bush crawling like a dark wave up onto the shore of her slightly rounded stomach.
What she wore now did nothing to hide her nakedness-a leather vest, black, hung from her shoulders and curved around her swollen tits, leaving the mounds and the front of her body bare for anybody who wanted to observe. Her tits were marvels of natural suspension without even the hint of droop although each of them appeared to be five pounds of flesh. The tits didn't jiggle; they were too firm and tight. The mounds stood straight out from her chest and the nipples were aimed straight out.
Leather bands clasped her wrists and ankles tightly. Around her waist was a thick leather black strop, connected between her legs by two strips of a softer leather that moved with her legs and left her pussy clear between them whenever she opened her thighs. The cunt-hair was the blackest thing of all, a deep shadow that sucked up all light and reflected none. The pussy-gash, barely visible, was an angry red.
Rita looked tough and Celeste was sure that she was.
Swack! Rita worked the whip like a knife. There was precision in where Rita snapped the tip of the leather whip against Celeste's naked skin.
"Noooooooo!" Celeste groaned, slumping heavily in the chains. Rita had slowly worked Celeste over with the whip for more than an hour, bringing the captive woman close to the point where she might pass out only to ease up and back away.
Rita flicked the whip with her wrist. The tip of the lash snapped against the nipple of Celeste's right tit. Already, it had been a favorite target and was now so sensitive that it could be hurt by a puff of air.
"Aeeeiiii!" Celeste screamed when her tit exploded again. She gasped and glanced down, shocked to find the nipple still there and even more surprised that the tip of her tit remained relatively unbloodied.
"Now let's go over it again," Rita said, the soft accent tell-tale in her voice. "Tell me what things we've decided to do so you can help me keep things neat."
Celeste blubbered, hanging heavily in the chains. One clamp held each of her wrists as the links climbed toward the ceiling, forcing the naked girl to stand. She was in the center of a converted bedroom in the back of the house where Rita had created her dungeon.
"I'm going to clean the kitchen floor with my tongue," Celeste sobbed.
"And what else are you going to do?" Rita snarled.
"I'm going to lick the shit off your ass when you go to the bathroom," the woman cried. The thought revolted her.
Rita appeared pleased. She challenged Celeste again. "And what about when Frank finally gets in?"
"He's going to wipe his feet on my cunt so he doesn't track anything in-" She broke into loud wails. When she calmed down enough to choke out more words, she bellowed: "I don't have any cunt-hair any more!"
Swack! The tip of the lash ripped into her unprotected, bald little pussy-slit. She howled in frantic terror.
"That's the reason it hurts so much," Rita chided her sobbing captive. "There's no hair there to protect your clit."
From the front of the house came the sound of a door being slammed. The noise petrified Celeste so much that dribbles of pee ran down the inside of her legs. All afternoon Rita had been threatening her with what would happen as soon as Frank got back in. But now the man was so connected in Celeste's mind with punishment and brutal fucking that she could not think of him any other way. She had already tasted his mean streak along with his cock when he had fucked her face at the party. The casual way he had then invited his neighbor to cock-lash Celeste's young pussy showed that he really didn't care how much she hurt.
"Ah!" He laughed as he stuck his head in through the bedroom door. "So that's what you're up to. You've probably been spending so much time entertaining her today that the poor girl is ready for a rest. Maybe we better go rustle up some grub and let her alone for a while."
The mention of food made Celeste's heart leap. True to her word, Joan had not allowed Celeste to eat for the three whole days across the street. Her only food had been a watery bowl of oatmeal every morning that had been more to drink than to chew. There hadn't been anything solid in Celeste's stomach since before the party, which seemed so long ago.
Celeste begged them, pleaded-for anything, just something to chew. Rita looked back at her with a sadistic grin as Frank laughed.
"You just wait there, little filly," he promised. We'll bring you back something when we're through. Before you leave here to go somewhere else, I think you'll have had plenty of things in your mouth."
Hunger pangs gripped her as she hung alone heavily in the chains. There were crude metal clamps snapped around her wrists, with edges that bit into her flesh. The chains had been raised by a pulley on the ceiling until she stood on her tiptoes to keep all of the force off her battered arms. Her tits and ass were crossed with short, angry red lines-the imprint of the tightly woven tip of the lash that Rita was so expert in using. She was famished. Her strength was almost gone. If she didn't get something to eat soon, she doubted she'd even be able to lift her head.
It could have been hours before they returned-the dark-skinned girl with the oversized tits, and the long, lanky cowboy with a cigarette dangling from the corner of his lips. Rita was dressed in cowhide and carried the evil lash, while Frank just sauntered around in tight jeans that showed the lump of his hefty cock.
The thing that interested Celeste most of all, however, was the plateful of tenderloin strips that he carried. They were succulent hunks of meat, browned to perfection, and Celeste could see the nourishing juices running from them to drip off the tilted plate. Celeste was so starved that she would have gladly gotten down on hands and knees and licked the drops up from the floor.
Frank approached her, picking one of the tenderloin strips up with his hand. He stopped then reached out to touch the end of meat stick to Celeste's right tit. The famished woman groaned when the heady smell of the beef flooded into her nose, and her mouth was washed so fully with saliva that it trickled out the corners of her lips. For the first time since she had been a baby, the honey-haired Celeste actually drooled.
"Please!" she begged. "Just give me one bite."
Frank rubbed the meat around her nipple then brought it to his own mouth. Celeste watched in fascinated horror as his teeth tore off a piece of the cooked flesh.
"Oh, please!" she groaned. "I haven't had anything to eat in days!"
"Don't forget Ralph's cock and Joan's cunthole," the man laughed, his mouth open while he chewed. Celeste couldn't tear her eyes away from the meat inside his mouth as he bit down and prepared to swallow.
Her stomach churned as his throat worked and swallowed. He held the ragged end of the bitten beef strip down at Celeste's crotch and wiped it straight up her pussy-slit. Then he lifted the food and sniffed at it before taking another bite.
Celeste's mind raced. She no longer cared about the whip. All she thought about was the browned, juicy beef that the taunting man was swallowing down.
The remainder of the strip of meat was shoved into Celeste's tight cunt-hole, fucking up into her channel. The meat was still warm and she felt the heat of it spreading inside her cunt-hole, and for the first time she wished her pussy was actually a mouth. When Frank pulled the meat out of her fuck-channel, he held the strip of meat up to Celeste's nose, and she could smell the cunt-juices on top of the aroma of the beef. Still she wanted that food more than anything she had ever desired in her life, and she snapped at it only to have it pulled out of sight.
"Not yet," Frank taunted Celeste. "You haven't earned your right to this meat. I'm going to give you a chance to earn as much of it as you want, and all it will cost you is that tender young asshole that you've been saving from everybody else."