Chapter 6
Kathy squealed as a pair of leather-clad hands reached out from the darkened hall and lunged for her.
Her screams of terror were muffled as the man wrapped his palm around her mouth.
He dragged her squirming body down the hall towards the bathroom.
"Shut up, cunt!" a gruff voice hissed. "Or you're dead!"
Kathy quit screaming.
The man yanked her through the bathroom door and hauled her into a stall.
Kathy clawed at the door, her fingernails scraping against the metal.
The man brutally smacked her head.
Kathy yelped as her skull smacked against the porcelein toilet bowl.
She lunged forward in the darkness, her knees buckling underneath her.
"Quit trying to struggle," the voice hissed. "It's no use. I've got you under my complete control!"
Kathy took no heed of the warning.
She attempted to scramble to her knees.
The man dealt her a savage kick in the face.
Kathy groaned and slunk against the toilet bowl, her body splashing into a pool of toilet water and piss.
The stranger loomed above his latest victim, his legs spread, his crotch throbbing hungrily.
Kathy looked up, her lower lip trembling.
"W-what are you going to do to me?! " she gasped, wiping a sopping hand against her naked leg.
She peered into the darkness above her.
She couldn't make out the man's facial features.
It took Kathy a few seconds to realize that the man was wearing a black leather death mask.
He threw back his head and guffawed.
"I'm gonna do what should be done to all you sleazy stripper whores!" he snorted. "I'm gonna beat the sluttishness out of you! I'm gonna strap you down and whip you. I'm gonna cleanse your pussy with dildos and vibrators. I'm gonna cleanse your ass-hole, too. Then I'm gonna fuck your cunt and ass after they've been cleansed. That'll teach you not to be a vulgar whore!"
"B-but I'm not!" Kathy gasped, clutching onto the toilet seat, fearing for her life. "I'm an underground investigative reporter! I'm working with a weekly news magazine, trying to get information on the mysterious disappearances of the girls from this sleazy joint."
The stranger snorted contemptuously.
"That's what they all say."
"But you've got to believe me!" Kathy implored. "It's true! You can call my editor!"
The stranger hesitated.
"That might be true," he said finally. "But you've been out there dancing in the spotlight. Stripping naked before all those bastards. That makes you just as filthy as the rest of those sluts. Besides, you've got a great pair of tits, and a mighty fine ass. I'm gonna have a great time cleansing you. I'm gonna have an even better time fucking you once the pain has made you pure."
"Bbut ... but...."
It was no use.
The stranger in black leather knelt down and bound her wrists to her ankles with one swift motion.
Kathy winced as the rope wound around her limbs.
The heavy cord gnawed at the sensitive flesh of her wrists and ankles. She sniveled and sobbed.
The stranger shoved a handkerchief between her lips and lodged it deep down her throat.
"Now I have you under my command," the stranger snarled. "I'm gonna take you to my torture chamber."
Kathy wriggled and squirmed on the filthy bathroom floor.
The stranger dealt her another brutal blow on the head.
Kathy's skull smacked against the toilet bowl. She was knocked unconscious.
Kathy woke up wriggling and squirming.
Her naked body was spread eagle on a large wooden table.
Her wrists and ankles were bound to the table with heavy cords of rope.
The handkerchief was still lodged down her throat.
Breathing was difficult.
Kathy breathed deeply through her nostrils. Her head throbbed. Her eyes fluttered open. The young girl lifted up her aching head. She could only lift it three inches or so from the table top.
But she could see enough to realize that the wooden table was not a table at all.
She was bound to a stretching rack!
Kathy thought the torture device had gone out with the Middle Ages.
She, apparently, had been wrong.
The splinters in her ass told her the stretching rack had been recently constructed.
Kathy winced as a few more splinters slid into her flesh.
Her captor could have had the decency to varnish the stretching rack!
But Kathy Koppelheimer realized the strange man who had abducted her wasn't interested in making his sex slaves comfortable.
Pain and violence were the names of his game.
And Kathy was to be his latest toy.
Kathy attempted to wriggle her wrists out of the ropes.
Spasms of pain shot through her wrists. The heavy cord dug into her delicate flesh, making it raw and red.
Droplets of sweat formed on Kathy's forehead.
This might be one situation from which she might not escape.
She suddenly was aware of a sobbing noise from the upper reaches of the dank room.
Kathy attempted to crane her neck.
Her eyes widened.
Shackled to the wall to her left was little Sissy Runner.
Or what was left of little Sissy Runner. Her battered, bloody body hung limply to the wall.
Her naked flesh was covered with welts and bruises.
Caked blood covered her left tit.
Her eyes were closed, her head swinging weakly back and forth, as if her neck were about to snap at any second.
Tiny grunts of salutation rose from Kathy's gagged throat.
She wriggled her body on the stretching rack, hoping to get Sissy's attention.
Sissy's weary eyes fluttered open.
She blinked and stared at Kathy languishing stark naked on the stretching rack, her arms and legs tied to the corners.
Kathy hadn't been there when she had passed out.
Apparently, Mr. Sex Master was getting slightly greedy.
One sex slave did not satisfy his perverse desires.
He now needed to torture two nubile nymphs at the same time!
Sissy opened her mouth and a low moan of agony escaped her throat.
Kathy's grunts of panic grew louder.
"K-Kathy...." Sissy muttered. "What are you doing here?"
A dumb question, but Sissy wasn't the brightest of young girls.
Kathy wriggled her arms and legs and lifted her head.
She craned her neck once again and looked directly into Sissy's eyes, her own eyes burning with compassion.
"Yeah, he really did a number on me," Sissy moaned, looking down at her battered body. "But I don't think he really damaged me permanently in any way. Just a few cuts and bruises. And this damn thing shoved up my cunt."
Kathy's eyes widened as she noticed for the first time that Sissy had a massive black dildo lodged between her pink pussy lips.
"Just do what he says, and he won't hurt you too much," Sissy said with a sigh. "I think he's a real psycho. Got something against strippers. But it's my notion that once the thinks we've repented for out sluttish deeds, he's gonna fuck us and set us free."
Had Kathy been able to speak, she might have pointed out that none of the girls who had disappeared from T & A Galore had returned to the club.
But perhaps they had refused to cooperate.
Perhaps if she and Sissy behaved themselves, let him beat and whip and fuck them 'til they bled, he would let them go.
Perhaps.
Sissy's head slunk down against her bloody boobs once again.
Kathy's naked body trembled with fear.
The torture for her hadn't even begun, and already her ass was throbbing from the splinters that stuck into it.
She supposed it was going to be quite a trial.
But what marvelous copy it would make!
If she got out of that basement torture chamber alive, Marcia would be so proud of her!
She might even give her a raise!
The knob of the huge oak door rattled.
Sissy's head shot up from her tits.
"Here he comes!" she hissed. "Remember, do what he says and pretend to repent. He'll love you for it."
Sissy's head dipped back down into her blood-crusted cleavage.
She pretended to be knocked out.
The door flew open and a dim light was switched on.
Kathy lifted her neck and stared towards the door.
She caught a glimpse of the man in black leather before her neck throbbed so painfully she had to lie her head back down on the stretching rack.
"Aha!" the man in the death mask said with a little chuckle. "I see my latest sex slave is alive and kicking. And ready for her punishment, no doubt!"
Remembering what Sissy had told her, Kathy nodded her head as vigorously as she could.
That amounted to a barely perceptible bob of the head, but the sadistic bastard caught it nevertheless
"Oh, so you're ready to change your ways, are you?" he chuckled. "This'll be easier than I anticipated! I bet I'll be sliding my cock up your newly-cleansed twat before the night is over!"
Kathy bobbed her head once again.
The stranger shrugged his broad shoulders.
"I guess I like it better when you bitches scream and beg for the torture to stop," he said. "But you'll be an interest experience anyway."
Kathy's eyes grew wide as the man in black swaggered confidently over to the corner and plucked through the selection of bull whips that hung there.
"How about a few lashes of the ole cat o' nine tails to start off with?" he said, his voice trembling with excitement.
Kathy tensed her muscles.
She watched with increasing horror as the stranger grabbed the cat o' nine tails and clutched it between his leather-clad fingers.
He quickly approached her naked body.
"Lemme get a quick feel of that disgusting fuck canal before I start the torture," he said.
Kathy relaxed her cunt muscles.
The stranger towered over her on the stretching rack, looking her nude form up and down.
She noticed the bulge in his crotch growing bigger and bigger with sexual anticipation.
He spread the leather-clad fingers of his right hand.
He stuck out his index finger.
"Looks nice and tight to me," he said.
Kathy watched, terror in her eyes, as the stranger moved the whip from his right hand to his left and slid his finger into her cunt.
She winced as the coarse leather invaded her twat.
The man in black slid his finger up to the knuckle in Kathy's twat.
Kathy's cunt juices flooded her fuck canal.
The stranger wriggled his finger in and out of her snatch.
Kathy's ass wriggled back and forth on the stretching rack as he dug his finger deep up her cunt.
"Ooh, yeah!" he snarled. "That cunt feels nice and tight! Dripping with cunt juices! Let's see how you like the feel of leather on that throbbing clit of yours!"
Kathy squirmed as he tugged his finger out of her cunt.
She wriggled on the splinters as the stranger found her clitoris and whipped his finger back and forth over the throbbing knob.
Kathy was shocked as spasms of rapture coursed through her loins.
Her eyes fluttered shut with ecstatic delight.
She had never known she could learn to love the rough texture of leather inspecting her sexual organs.
But there was no denying the feelings of delight that swam though her fuck fields.
Her cunt juices began to flow up her tight fuck canal.
Hot love liquid squirt from her cunt and trickled down her inner thighs.
The stranger rolled his leather-clad finger back and forth over Kathy's clitoris.
Then his finger slid off her throbbing love knob.
He grappled the whip in his right hand once again and wielded it menacingly over his head.
"Now take this, bitch!" he snarled.
Kathy's limbs tensed as the whip sailed through the air above her body.
SMACK!! !
Her entire body shuddered with agony as the cat o' nine tails landed on her delicate flesh.
The leather strands stung her skin, digging into the outer layers of her flesh.
Her torso burned with agony.
The stranger threw back his masked head and chortled with delight.
He stared into Kathy's agonized eyes.
"Didn't like that, though, did you, bitch?! " he snarled.
Kathy didn't dare respond.
The whip sailed through the air once again.
SMACK!!
It landed with a crack upon her upper thigh.
Kathy winced as she felt blood spurt out of a tiny laceration on her right leg.
The blood streamed down her thigh and trickled down her sweaty flesh.
SMACK!
SMACK!!
The whip rained down upon her bound body.
Kathy fought against the ropes that wound around her wrists and ankles.
She tried to wriggle away from the whip that cracked down upon her sensitive flesh.
Time and time again the stranger whipped her with the cat o' nine tails.
Pain shot over every inch of her exposed flesh (which was, incidentally, every inch of her body).
The man in the mask threw his head back.
And shrieked with cruel laughter.
Consuela had hardly slipped into her g-string before the door of the dressing room flew open. "What the fuck-"
She slopped the How of obscenities when she caught sight of a rather agitated Barney Riodan at the threshold.
"Where the hell have you girls been?" the bartender of T & A Galore demanded to know. "The crowds are going crazy out there! I can't handle them any more!"
"Sissy been whisked away like the rest of them," Consuela snapped. "Ain't that new girl out there on the stage?"
"No," Barney snapped. "And I don't know where the hell that damn bouncer went to. He's been taking his break for two hours now!"
"Well, Jesus Christ! Don't blame it all on me!" Consuela squealed. "I ain't got-"
"Quit the damn arguing and get your ass out there on the stage before we have a riot on our hands!" Barney pleaded quickly. "I gotta get back to the bar before they rip off all the booze'
He disappeared down the hallway.
Consuela slid into a bra as quickly as she could.
"Christ almighty!" she snarled at her image in the mirror. "I'm gonna be doing a fucking strip marathon on that goddamned stage tonight!"
She stormed out of the dressing room on her high heeled pumps.
The crowd was surly, to put it succinctly.
They had paid the entrance fee to sec hot young things strip to the bone, but the stage had remained bare all night long.
Beer cans littered the stage, thrown there by exceptionally pissed off customers.
Their shouts of rage rose into the smoke-filled air.
Consuela stepped onto the stage.
The yells of anger turned to shrieks of fuck-starved lust as she hollered to Barney to turn on the music.
Consuela sashayed around the stage on her pumps as the music blared out of the speakers.
She wriggled her shapely ass in their direction.
Shrieks of insane desire poured from their mouths.
Their cunt-hungry hands gripped their beer cans.
Fingers slid towards crotches that burned with horny heat
Consuela ran her fingers over her body.
Her golden flesh glistened under the harsh spotlights.
She pouted and cooed at the audience, hoping to quench their anger.
All she did was heighten the excitement that burned in their loins.
Consuela strutted towards the edge of the stage, her tits jiggling up and down in the cups of her flimsy bra.
'TAKE IT OFF, WHORL"
"LET'S SEE THOSE TITS!"'
"TO HELL WITH THE TITS! LET'S SEE THAT TIGHT PUERTO RICAN SNATCH!"
Consuela sneered into the spot lights as their shrieks and cries increased.
She slid her palms over her bouncing tits
She ran her fingers up and down the mound of kinky pubes that poked out of her g-string.
Consuela had never seen the crowd so unruly in all her years of stripping at T & A Galore.
The horny crowd jumped up and down, beer flying all over the floor, as they craned their necks to get a gander at her exposed flesh.
Consuela wriggled her ass towards the edge of the stage.
She shoved her hips back and offered the audience her ass. They took it.
Consuela shrieked as three pairs of hands suddenly reached onto the stage and lunged for her ass cheeks.
Somebody grabbed the g-string and tore it from her buttocks.
It fluttered to the stage as a howl of laughter rose from the drunken crowd.
Consuela's bare butt wriggled in the spotlight for the most fleeting of moments.
Streams of obscene Spanish flowed from her lips.
She whirled around on the stage, her dark Latin face pink with rage.
A hand grabbed her left ankle.
A hand grabbed her right pump.
Consuela's shrieks of anger rose to squeals of horror as her body was tugged off the stage.
She toppled into the crowd of drunken, horny slobs and landed on the floor.
A wail of delight rose from the cunt-starved monsters.
"GET HER!!
"FUCK THE SLUT!! "
They were upon her.
Barney watched witnessed the scene from the safety of the bar, a look of horror in his eyes.
He was rooted to the spot.
Nothing like the mob scene he was watching at that moment had ever happened in the sleazy strip joint.
And the bouncer was still nowhere in sight.
Consuela shrieked and begged for mercy as her limbs were attacked by thick, powerful hands hungry for a piece of tight cunt meat.
Her arms and legs were pinned to the floor.
She looked up and saw a fat, grimy black man stripping his trousers down to his knees.
"HELP!! HELP!! " she shrieked, waving her head insanely from side to side.
There was no escape from the mob of fuck-starved monsters.
They knelt on her arms.
Clutched her legs and pinned them to the floor.
Consuela squealed and wriggled her captive body back and forth on the beer-slickened floor.
Somebody's cigarette toppled from his mouth and landed on her right tit.
She squealed as her bra cup ignited.
"STOP IT! STOP THE FIRE!! " she shrieked.
Clouds of smoke rose from her right tit.
The delicate flesh of her nipple grew hotter and hotter.
The fuck-hungry men wailed with delight. Big, sweaty palms beat on her breast. Consuela groaned as they punched her again and again.
She didn't know what was worse: being burned or being beaten.
Some half-way intelligent slob tore the smoldering bra from her tits.
Consuela heaved a quick sigh of relief.
Her steaming nipple rested for a split second, however, before some fat slob's lips wrapped around it and began to nipple the tiny pink pap.
The black man tugged his stiff rod out of his boxer shorts and knelt between her wriggling legs.
"Hold the slut down, boys!" he snarled.
The grips around her thighs and ankles tightened.
Tears streamed from Consuela's eyes.
"NO! NO!! " she begged.
But they weren't listening.
The crowd closed in around her.
Consuela looked up and saw fuck-hungry faces leering down upon her naked, battered body.
Somebody lunged for her free nipple and began to pinch it.
"I got her next!" a voice slurred.
"No, me!"
"ME!"
The black man mounted her hips. He pounded his cock up to the hilt in Consuela's cunt.
A cheer rose from the crowd.
The black man began to rape Consuela's cunt as savagely as he could.
He would have to shoot his wad quick.
There were fifty other horny slobs waiting behind him.
Waiting for a free piece of tight Puerto Rican twat meat ...