Chapter 8
The maid's uniform they compelled Celeste to wear was made of black silk. With her honey-colored hair and the creamy white of her skin, it made her seem that much more naked.
Across her shoulders were two narrow straps, holding desperately to the bodice that was scooped low enough in front to reveal tiny arcs of nipple which crowned the small tits on her chest. Below the tits, the material clutched tightly to her ribs following the line to her stomach where a small white apron draped down to cover her cunt.
In the back of the garment, the protection was even more scarce. It went no farther down than her waist where it made loops for the apron strings but exposed her naked ass. On her legs were hose with heels and seams but without any panties-and a black garter belt cinched around her waist kept the stockings up on her thighs. Her shoes had five-inch spike heels.
Her mind was confused when she tried to remember how many days she had been kept at Ralph and Rita's. Three, perhaps four. It had seemed like more than a week. Time all ran together into one long memory of whips, chains and metal cuffs along with the fucking of her mouth, cunt and ass. At least she had been fed; that was more than could be said of before.
She had slowly built back her strength, but she couldn't say much for her back. The skin there, and across her ass-cheeks, was a map of red lines crisscrossing about. It seemed that Rita had a thousand whips and she must have used every one. Even her poor tits felt beaten. Her clit throbbed from a nip or two, and even her asshole had taken some blows. It hadn't ended until Ed showed up at the front door.
One thing was for sure-he certainly looked well-fucked. That made Celeste so mad. But when she had tried to protest, Ed slapped one lis palm viciously across her tits. The back of his hand made the return across her tortured nipples. Celeste screamed and slumped, the chains reaching toward the ceiling holding her partially erect. Now she understood completely that her husband was no longer any kind of help in this terrible nightmare of neighborhood fuck.
It was shortly after noon when Ed led her naked down the sidewalk with a long leather leash attached to the collar around her neck. The blows had taken the fight out of the young woman, and she was desperate to get out of Frank's and Rita's house. So she was on the sidewalk with bare feet padding on the concrete before she realized that she was as bare-assed naked as she could be.
Frantically she looked around as she passed her own house, wanting to dash up onto the porch. If she could only make it inside, she would be home, in her own cozy little world. But such easy relief was not to be. With a terrible jerk on the leash, Ed pulled her off-balance and hauled Celeste past her own house to the one on the other side. The sexual tour of the neighborhood was continuing, and Celeste knew there would be more torment and pain.
She and Ed were met at the front door by Zelda. Her eyes were like blue ice and her hair was so blonde that it was almost white as it fell straight to the back of her waist with some ends curling up onto her ass. The color of Zelda's skin was a pale cream as if the sun never touched her flesh, and her full lips were painted a sultry maroon highlighted by high cheekbones and the sharp point of a delicate chin. Her body was sleek, fully as thin as Celeste's although Zelda was a couple of inches taller.
On her feet she wore long black leather boots with high-spiked heels and there was a pair of ebony gloves on her arms that reached almost to her armpits. There were sharp metal studs across the backs of her hands molded into the gloves. On her body was a collection of leather straps and metal rings, with a crotch piece that was only barely wide enough to cover the lips of her pussy.
Thick straps ran over her shoulders and around her sides to connect in the back and give support to the contraption for her tits. There, thongs circled the base of her small tit-mounds as other framed up toward the nipples, which were circled by heavy metal rings pressed into her firm flesh. The nipples bulged.
Zelda looked cool. And viciously mean. She was like a cold, calculating blonde European bitch.
"Ah, my little chickadee," Zelda purred in a husky voice, "so it's finally my turn. I heard you were coming so you'll notice that I dressed in up."
The naked Celeste almost laughed. Were all of her neighbors really crazy? The blonde woman had said that she had dressed up without even a hint of a smile at the silly clothing that she wore. It was so demented that a chill ran right through Celeste's young body. She stared at Zelda. The blonde woman was as serious about this as she could be.
Suddenly Celeste panicked and tried to run for the door. Ed pulled on the leash popping her head and neck back, and her feet flew out in front. Celeste crashed down heavily onto the carpet on her naked ass, knocking her breath clear from her lungs.
"Do you want to stay and join us in enjoying this little slut?" Zelda asked.
"Not this time. I'm on my way over to see Wanda who says she has an interesting way to fuck."
Zelda laughed. Celeste shivered when she heard her own husband talk about fucking the cunt of another woman. Then suddenly the door slammed and Ed was gone, leaving Celeste alone with the woman decked out in bondage and discipline attire.
"Please," Celeste begged, hoping to win over this new woman. "The others have treated me so bad. Just look at my naked skin, bruised and marked by Rita's terrible whips, and I can't even us begin to tell you the awful things they made me do."
"Oh, what's that?" Zelda asked in a curious voice. One eyebrow arched upward in an unnatural way. It was as if one part of her face could move without letting the other in on the secret.
Celeste gulped but figured that she had to tell. Anything to win this woman over to her side and get a rest from the sex and perversion.
"They whipped me and hit me!" Celeste sobbed, losing control of her emotions as she let it boil out. "They chained me down and fucked my pussy and mouth. They made me eat cunt-hole and cogk. Frank fucked his hard prick up my tiny asshole and almost split my guts in two!"
Zelda's painted lips pulled into a sneer. Her voice dripped in sarcasm. "Jack will be glad to hear that since he hates to corn-hole a cherry ass."
The words hit Celeste like a slap across the face. The other woman had been mocking her, totally without sympathy, while Celeste had shamed herself and begged. This blonde whore was no less a bitch than the dark-skinned slut on the other side!
Celeste didn't resist when Zelda pulled on the leash and led her through the house on her hands and knees. Everyone had been treating her like a dog and she almost automatically heeled as she followed Zelda to the back of the house. A door led into what was once a large garage that had been converted to a playroom for perverted sex.
In the middle were the chains from the ceiling that Celeste now recognized immediately. She wondered how long it would be until she swung by the cuffs on her hands. Along one wall was hung a small collection of whips. There were handcuffs and tethers, rubber balls with straps, and a bunch of things Celeste didn't recognize at all. Against two of the other walls were pushed an odd assortment of crazy devices that looked as if they had been designed by inmates of an asylum.
Suddenly Zelda grabbed both of Celeste's naked tits, squeezing them hard with her fingers. The grip on her flesh was so brutal that the fingertips disappeared in the pliable tits.
"No!" Celeste shrieked and went to her back. Then the blonde woman quickly shoved Celeste's legs wide apart and clamped the ankles to cuffs mounted in the floor. Celeste's arms were then twisted well past her head and locked to clamps that were there.
"Now," Zelda hissed as she stood above Celeste. "We're going to get that newly-grown peach fuzz from your cunt!"
Zelda walked to a small sink where she ran the water, then carried shaving cream and a razor back to the middle of the room. Without hesitation, she stooped, lathered the cuntmound then whisked off the paltry bit of cunthair that Celeste had managed to grow in the past few days.
"There," she finally concluded, wiping the last of the soap from Celeste's pussy-hump. "We've got you as slick as a new-born baby."
Zelda stood up and laughed at the frightened, naked girl beneath her. Then she raised her right foot and brought the sharp point of her spiked heel right down on the nipple of Celeste's tit. Celeste's tit ached where it was smashed into the bones of her chest. As Zelda twisted her foot, Celeste's nipple felt as if it would tear off. The spike threatened to break right through her ribs as the blonde sadistic woman pressed down, putting much of her weight on the leg. Then she stepped back and listened to Celeste howl, delighted with how she had already terrified her young neighbor who owned a deliciously slick, shaven cunt.
"Now we're going to teach you a few manners," Zelda purred, her voice like that of a crazy, demented woman. Whatever Zelda was going to do next, Celeste was sure she would hate it and that it would bring her nothing but torment and pain.
Zelda turned, spinning on one of her narrow m spiked heels, and the long blonde hair flowed against the leather straps across her back. For the first time, Celeste could see that the other woman's ass-cheeks were completely bare and that only a thong passed up the crack of her ass. The cool European bitch was almost completely naked except for the leather straps.
Zelda walked out of sight, and Celeste could hear her rummage in some cabinets. Then the soft patter of footsteps returned and Celeste looked up as two pieces of small rope came into view. Her eyes followed them down from Zelda's fingers to a pair of small nooses at the bottom. Very deliberately, Zelda lowered her hands, causing the nooses to drape separately around the bases of the mounds of Celeste's little tits. Seeing that they were right, Zelda yanked the ropes, snaring both of the firm titmounds inside the nooses, pulling them tight.
"Nooo!" Celeste groaned as she felt the ropes bite in. Then she screamed as Zelda yanked on the ropes again. The thin rope was like wire biting into her flesh. The tits bulged obscenely toward the nipples, which stood out like pimples ready to burst. Zelda pulled the rope on Celeste's tit sharply to the side and leaned over and laced it through a ring several feet away on the floor.
She jerked it tight and tied it, then went to the other side of Celeste to do the same to the line on the left. When it was done, Celeste's tits were choked by the ropes and pulled viciously to opposite sides. Her tits were so sorely stretched that the swollen nipples cleared the sides of her body and the mounds of tit-flesh hurt clear to their roots.
And it was apparently time for another trip to the cabinets by Zelda. When she came back this time, she was carrying a pair of lengths of thin wire in her hands. On the end of each was fastened a saw-toothed metal clip shaped like a large paper clip. The other ends of the wires were fed into holes in the floor several feet on opposite sides of Celeste's body.
Zelda smiled, appearing satisfied with herself. Quickly, she stepped between Celeste's legs and bent over to snap the metal clips to the opposite lips of Celeste's tender cunt.
"That hurts!" the young Captive howled but it wasn't anything like the pain that began when Zelda began turning a small handle. As she did, the wires tightened as they stretched in opposite directions causing the metal clamps to bite deeply into the pouting pussy-lips on each side of Celeste's cunt-gash. Then, as the wires tightened even more, the tiny metal teeth bit through the skin and slowly pulled her pussy-lips wide. Celeste cried, her voice broken with sobs, as twin trickles of blood leaked back into the gaping pussy-slit.
"I can't stand this!" the honey-haired sex slave shrieked, almost consumed by her pain and shame. She wanted to thrash about to try to throw the evil things from her body, but all she managed was to hurt her cunt-lips and tits even more.
"You haven't seen anything yet, you little American whore!" Zelda snapped, the backs of her hands pressed into the naked flesh of her sides. The metal spikes on the backs of the gloves punched indentations into the skin. "You think you can have anything you want and that you don't have to learn any patience and restraint. Well, I'm here to collect those debts you owe for taking what you want, and to teach you a little about pain."
"No!" Celeste screamed. "I haven't done anything!"
"No?" Zelda snarled, her upper lip curling back from her teeth. "Before the party, you fucked my husband one morning and you didn't even ask me my permission!"
"Your permission!" Celeste raved in frustration and fear. "He raped me. Oh God, please! Don't hurt me! Set me free!"
"I'll give you something to scream about!" Zelda sneered and walked back over to the cabinets. Returning, she carried a small metal box strung with wires back to Celeste's naked, outstretched legs. She ran the electrical cord over to a wall outlet, then dropped to her .knees by Celeste's feet. Carefully, she took the thin wire that came out of the box and attached it with an alligator clip to Celeste's tiny clit.
Celeste squealed when she felt the metal teeth bite into the tingling little bud of sex nerves. She froze, afraid that the new clip would cut her clitshaft just like the other clamps had put small bloody slits into the lips of her cunt. Zelda rose to her feet, magnificent in her leather, and placed the sole of one boot down on a button on the top of the small metal box.
Suddenly a door opened. Celeste gasped out in relief. Perhaps it was Ed coming to rescue her from the clutches of this evil blonde woman. But it wasn't Celeste's husband that came through the door, it was Jack. Zelda's mate walked up and stared down at the bound woman on the floor.
"Please help me!" Celeste whined. "She's hurting me. Make your wife stop all these terrible things!"
"Are you about to zap her?" the husky man asked his wife.
"Right when you walked in," Zelda said firmly. "You're just in time to watch the show."
Jack grinned crookedly. "God, I love to watch pussy getting electrocuted!"
The metal clamps on Celeste's pussy-lips had broken the skin and the teeth were riding into flesh. The ropes on her tits were strangling her tit-mounds, and it felt like tit-flesh would be torn from her chest. And right there at the top of her cunt-gash was an electrical wire that was about to shock her tortured clit.
"No!" Celeste screamed as Zelda's foot came down, holding open the switch to allow the electricity to flow. It poured into Celeste's clit like a fast-running river of fire to spread through her cunt and then into her asshole.
She screamed as her stomach and chest clenched. Her body leaped, tearing at the ropes and wires. Suddenly Zelda's foot lifted and the current quickly died, leaving Celeste gasping for breath.
Again the foot came down, and the electricity leaped through Celeste's body and ran all the way to her brain. Lights flashed in her head, her body jolted against the floor. Her mouth opened silently, unable to find sufficient air. Finally the electrical connection was broken again, sending Celeste slumping heavily against the floor.
Four more times they shocked her, each time longer than the time before. Every nerve in Celeste's body felt sizzled and her tits and tattered pussy-lips had gone numb. After the final shock, Zelda reached down and stripped the wire from Celeste's clit, throwing it to the side as she turned to her husband, Jack.
"She thinks she's on fire," the blonde torturer snickered. "Maybe you better give her some moisture to put it out."
Jack laughed and stepped up between Celeste's stretched legs, then he unsnapped his pants and hauled out his large cock. The finger of one hand wrapped around its thick base as he aimed the cock-head at Celeste's battered tits. Horrified, as if in a nightmare, the bound woman watched as the end of his prick spouted a hissing stream.
Piss cascaded down onto her naked body. It splashed from her wet tits, down across her stomach and into her unnaturally gaping pussy gash. The cunt-lips were still spread by the wires and the stream rippled clear into her cunt-hole as Celeste began to scream.
But the terrifying pair of torturers wasn't yet done. Sidestepping Jack's piss stream, Zelda straddled Celeste's head then ripped off her garment. Celeste was shocked that the woman's cunt was as cleanly shaven as her own. The baldheaded little pussy-mound was slowly being lowered toward her face. The blonde's hand slowly pushed the strap away from her pussy and ass. Jack's piss was still landing in Celeste's cunt-hole and the tortured woman couldn't believe that Zelda wanted to have her pussy licked. When the woman's crotch stopped a foot above her face, Celeste shivered, finally knowing what was to be done.
As she watched, the tiny piss-hole in the woman's cunt-slit slowly flared open, releasing a hot stream of steaming yellow piss that splashed directly into Celeste's waiting face. Some of the hot, salty liquid landed in Celeste's mouth and poured into her throat, and she had to swallow it down to keep herself from choking to death.
It was horrible! Now she knew just how debased one person could be! She knew her neighbors had finally forced her to the point that nothing worse could be done.