Chapter 8
Consuela shrieked with horror as the swarthy man's cock plunged up her virgin butt hole.
She had had many men in her short life, but not one of them had attempted to journey down her Hershey highway.
The cockhead popped past her stubborn sphincter muscle and plummeted up her rectum.
She felt the shit ram into her bowels as the man savagely thrust his cock forward.
He gasped as his balls smacked against her shapely ass cheeks. The crowd cheered.
Consuela tried to wriggle out from underneath the hands and legs that pinned her captive to the floor.
Escape was impossible.
Even if she could wriggle out from underneath the bastard who was pumping his cock up her ass. she still had an entire club full of drunken bastards who would stop her and drag her to the floor every step she took.
They would get more abusive if she attempted to escaped.
Consuela lay her head on the floor in defeat and stared at a crushed can of Budweiser. Her ass burned.
The massive cock flying in and out of her tiny butt hole sent spasms of agony coursing through her rectum.
The walls of her shit chute clamped down around the plunging member.
In and out that thick cock traveled. In and out. In and out.
The shrieks of the crowd rose to and insane level of excitement.
They had never seen a woman getting raped up the ass before.
The drunken slobs who could still get it up hovered around the rumping figures, waiting in desperation for their turn up the shit canal
Their cocks throbbed hungrily in their trousers.
Their balls tingled in anticipation of feeling that tight butt hole wrapped around their plummeting members.
They watched with increasing hunger as the swarthy man rode the stripper's ass as brutally as he could.
He rammed his cock into the warm depths of her bowels.
Shit juices oozed out of Consuela's tight Puerto Rican ass and trickled down the backs of her legs.
"Jesus!" the man atop her groaned. "I'm gonna shoot my wad already! Love this tight ass wrapped around my cock!"
Cheers of delight erupted from the horny masses.
Consuela felt the man's ass cheeks tighten on the backs of her thighs.
She could feel the urgency building in his thrusts.
She heard his desperate gasps of rapture as the orgasm approached.
The man raping her ass wailed with luck-starved pleasure.
His cock exploded deep up her ass-hole. Loads of hot jism spurt into her bowels. She felt the hot streams Hooding her shit canal, mingling with the shit juices that lingered there.
He pulled out of her swiftly.
He held his shit-covered cock up for the viewing pleasure of one and all.
It quickly grew limp in his hands as the shrieks of drunken delight rose in the smoke filled air.
"Lemme get my cock up that whore's ass!" snarled a fierce looking monster with a bald head.
The dark man was dudged off Consuela's burning butt-cheeks.
She groaned as the bald man plopped his firm ass cheeks down upon her upper thighs.
"No! No!" she wailed, feeling her ass cheeks spread apart once again.
SMACK!!
The bald man slapped the back of her head. "Shut up, bitch!" he snarled. Consuela groaned as her skull cracked against the floor.
The man slid his cock between the creamy mounds of her butt cheeks.
His blood-engorged cockhead invaded her sweaty butt crack.
Consuela wriggled with discomfort on the filthy floor of T & A Galore. The hearty gales of cruel laughter rang in her ears. Her tits pressed against the beer-splattered floor. Her ravaged cunt throbbed painfully. A cigarette butt clung to her left nipple. She had really hit the low point of her career.
When she had arrived in New York City ten years earlier, her mind had danced with visions of fame and fortune under the bright Broadway spotlights.
It hadn't taken her long to realize that her talents were best spent entertaining the customers at the tables of the greasy spoon joint she had waitressed at for three years.
Tired of scrounging for tips to pay the rent and buy bags of measly groceries, she had moved into the sleazy world of underground entertainment.
To some it may have appeared a notch down on the rung of occupations.
But Consuela Cuarto de Encuentro had figured that the neon lights of the T & A joint were better than no lights at all.
How wrong she had been, she suddenly reflected.
There she was, her clothes stripped from her body, a mob of cunt-starved slobs drooling their Budwiesers over her aching back, her pussy stinging from the numerous cocks that had attacked it, a cock sliding up her butt crack ... ready to plunge deep up her bowels.
What Consuela would give for a few tables at a greasy spoon joint at that very moment!
Of course, the decision had been made by her long ago.
The past couldn't be altered.
Consuela grit her teeth and waiting for the bald man's cock to pop past her sphincter muscle.
"Jesus Christ!" the man snarled. "This sure is one hell of a tight bunghole! I can't even fit my cock up it!"
"Aw, use a little elbow grease!" somebody called out.
The bald man rearranged his ass-cheeks on Consuela's upper thighs.
He gripped his cock at the base and thrust his hips forward with all his might.
Consuela screamed as the blood-engorged prickhead stretched the entrance to her shit hole to the snapping point.
The bald man took a deep breath.
His massive pecs filled with air as he prepared to ram his cock into the stripper's bowels.
WHAM!!
Consuela's ass-hole burned as the man's cock popped into her rectum and slid up her shit-filled recesses.
"No! No!" she begged, her cries of protest growing weaker and weaker as the man impaled her time after time on the end of his meaty member.
"Ooh! Feels pretty damn good to me!" the man snarled.
His fingers lunged for the girl's smooth ass cheeks.
Consuela bit her lower lips as she felt the man's fingertips dig into her ass-flesh.
He clawed at her butt-cheeks, spreading them wide to allow every inch of his member entry into her tight bung hole.
He swiveled his hips and plunged his massive member deep up Consuela's ass.
Tears rolled down her grime-covered cheeks.
She could no longer feel anything in her butt hole.
Two thick cocks had rendered the nerve endings in her sensitive butt walls useless.
This was some consolation to the Puerto Rican stripper, but she wondered if she would ever be able to sit again without surgery.
The bald man's torso swiveled and looped as he reamed every last inch of Consuela's butt hole.
Her ass wriggled before him.
He held her butt cheeks firmly into place, spread wide to allow his forest of sweaty pubes into her butt crack every time he thrust forward.
Droplets of sweat coursed down his ugly face.
His balls were alive with pre-orgasmic delight.
His loins throbbed with rapture.
His limbs shuddered as he rammed his cock up to the hilt in the girl's wriggling butt hole.
The bald man could feel those moist ass walls wrapping around his plunging member.
Consuela's butt hole was so tight that he actually experienced difficulty in sliding his cock out of her velvety hole.
He used all his strength, however, and grunted as he tugged his shaft out of her hole.
Consuela squealed as the cock was shoved with increasing severity up her hole.
Shit juices rolled down the backs of her thighs.
"Christ!" the bald man groaned. "I feel my wad coming! I'm gonna shoot my load!"
The crowd of drunken slobs cheered him on.
"SHOOT IT UP THERE!! "
"FLOOD THAT WHORE'S ASS!! "
The bald man's body tensed.
Every muscle in his beefy form grew taut.
He grit his teeth and the wail of a Neanderthal man rose from his throat.
"AARRGGHHH!! "
Consuela moaned as she felt her ass walls being whitewashed by the bald man's jism.
He rode out his orgasm, his brutal strokes growing increasingly weak and tender.
A sudden commotion broke out within the crowd.
"THE COPS!"
"GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!! "
The cock popped out of her ravaged butt hole.
Consuela squealed as boots and shoes suddenly leaped over her naked body.
She was almost trampled underfoot as the crowd panicked and poured out of the club through the fire exits.
"Help! Help!" she squealed, her hands and legs finally freed.
She shielded herself from the throbbing masses as they flew in every direction.
And suddenly she was in the arms of an amazed police officer.
"Are you all right, miss?" the good boy in polyester blue inquired.
Consuela moaned and collapsed into the safety Of his muscular arms.
"Dios has heard and answered my prayers," she muttered.
The police officer dragged the battered, ravaged Puerto Rican to her feet and placed her in a chair.
Consuela straddled the chair, her legs spread.
"Oh, my cunt!" she moaned. "Oh, my ass! Oh, I will never, never dance in this shit hole again!"
Barney the bartender grabbed a bar towel and wrapped it around Consuela's shoulders.
He handed the policeman another.
The police officer delicately hid Consuela's ravaged privates from sight.
"Do you wish to make a statement? Do you wish to press charges? Do you wish to see a doctor?"
Consuela lifted her throbbing head and stared at him with glazed eyes.
"All I wish to do," she said. "Is soak my body in a goddamn tub of hot water and go to sleep."
The police officer stood up and pulled himself to his full height.
"I'm ... er ... sure that can be arranged," he said.
Meanwhile, down in the basement of T & A Galore ...
The Sex Master inched his cock closer and closer to Kathy's yearning fuck hole.
"I'm really gonna enjoy this," he growled. "I can't wait to ram the hell outa that tight, clean pussy of yours!"
Kathy's eyes gleamed with delight and anticipation.
Her cunt lips trembled and her pussy juices flowed so freely they rolled down her legs.
Her twat seemed to sizzle as the man slid the blood-engorged knob of his cockhead towards her.
Her pussy lips parted as the head of the prick slid into the moist dampness of her hole.
Kathy slid her hips up to meet her master's gentle thrust.
The man under the leather death mask took a deep breath. WHAM!!
Kathy's eyes bulged as she was suddenly impaled on the end of his bull-sized dong.
Her pussy juices squirt out of her cunt like a geyser.
The Sex Master rammed his cock up to the hilt in her aching fuck-hole.
His beefy balls swung through the air and smacked against her pelvis. Kathy's body shuddered.
The man in leather pumped his cock savagely in and out of her hole.
She writhed with delight and anguish on the stretching rack.
Her mind reeled with lust.
How she longed to scream out in ecstasy!
Faster and faster that cock plummeted in and out of her hole.
His hips shot back and forth, almost a mere whir of color he was pumping so quickly up her twat.
"UNGH!!" the stranger grunted, feeling Kathy's cunt walls clamp down around his massive member.
"UNGH!! "
"UNGH!! "
Kathy felt his prick invade her deepest depths.
Every limb she possessed danced with delight.
Her cunt juices bubbled up from her womb and trickled up her twat canal.
She did as good as job as she could in her bound position, trying to give the Sex Master the best fuck he had ever experienced.
She seemed to be doing a good job.
His gasps of delight rose into the steamy air of the basement torture chamber.
The thrust of his cock grew more intense.
More excited.
Under the leather death mask, sweat rolled in streams down his face.
Breathing was so difficult it came in low, labored gasps.
The Sex Master reached up and tore his mask from his face.
Sissy gasped, still hanging from the wall in her shackles.
"Bart Pasternak! The bouncer!" she wailed. "It was you! Oh, my God! I suspected it all the time!"
"Shut up, slut!" Bart grunted, his beefy dong sliding in and out of Kathy's cunt. "Shut up ... or you won't get out of here alive!"
His cock suddenly exploded deep inside Kathy's ravaged twat.
Kathy's body fell limply onto the stretching rack as the beefy bouncer pumped his load deep into her cunt.
Load after creamy load of hot love jism spurt from his monstrous member and emptied into the dank recesses of her cunt.
His brawny body jerked as he forced the last droplet of come from his stiff shaft.
He sighed as he withdrew his satisfied member from Kathy's steaming cunt.
"Christ, that was great!" he muttered.
His cock grew limp between his legs.
He grabbed the deflated shaft and slid it back into his leather brie Is
He quickly zipped up his fly.
Bart Pasternak slid off Kathy's exhausted body and landed on the floor beside her.
He gazed lovingly into her eyes.
"Finally," he whispered. "I found a girl who was not a slut, but who sure as hell could handle my cock like she was one!"
A proud smile creased his face.
"I think I'll be seeing quite a lot of you in the future," Bart said.
He turned quickly and swaggered away.
Kathy squirmed and wriggled on the stretching rack, hoping the bouncer wasn't planning on keeping her locked up in the basement torture chamber much longer.
Bart turned around once again.
"Don't worry," he said. "I'm going to untie you both and let you go as soon as I finish my shift upstairs. I've been on my break for quite a while now. I bet they've missed me. I stayed away a bit longer than I should have, I suppose."
"Praise the Lord!" Sissy moaned. "He's going to set us free!"
Bart stared at her, surprised.
"Of course I'm going to! What did you think I was going to do? Kill you?"
The irony of the reply was, apparently, lost on Bart Pasternak.
Sissy rattled her chains and giggled with glee.
"Penelope!"
Penelope looked up from her desk.
Marcia's secretary stood before her, horn-rimmed glasses perched on the tip of her nose.
"Yes?" Penelope inquired.
"Marcia would like to see you in her office," the secretary intoned in a nasally voice.
A broad smile crossed Penelope's face.
"Oh, good," she said. "I suppose she's just finished reading my final draft of the article?"
"Er ... yes," the secretary said. "But I wouldn't look so pleasure if I were you."
"How do you mean?! " Penelope inquired, slightly taken aback.
"Well ... er ... .perhaps you should discuss it with her. All I know about the situation is that she did not smile when she told me to come fetch you '
Penelope got up quickly from her desk
"Whatever could me the matter?" she wondered aloud. "That story about the Sex Master kidnapping the blonde strippers is one of the most thoroughly researched articles I've ever written! Perhaps she's peeved because there are no accompanying photos. But I gave her a note that described how effective the proper graphics might be..
The secretary shrugged and gently led Penelope by the elbow down the hallway.
"As I said, you'll have to discuss it with Marcia." Penelope strode confidently into the editor's office.
Marcia sat behind the massive mahogany desk, Penelope's manuscript in her hand and a look of disgust on her face.
The self-confidence quickly drained out of Penelope's demeanor.
"Er ... what's the matter Marcia?" she asked, sitting timidly in the chair across the desk from her editor.
"This!" Marcia exclaimed, waving the typewritten document in the air. "This is what's the matter."
"B-but my report on the Sex Master," Penelope said. "I went through so much physical and menial abuse to get the story. I thought you would be so pleased. It has all the correct ingredients of a star) guaranteed to tell magazines! Sex, desire, torture ... all told from a first person perspective. I ... I thought you would be so pleased...."
Marcia glared at her investigative reporter, her eyes smoldering with suspicion and disgust.
"You did not go through physical and mental abuse to get this story," she said. "It is nothing more than the lunatic ravings of a sex-starved masochist on the verge of a mental breakdown!"
"But I-"
"This is the most repulsive, disgusting, vile piece of ... fabrication!. . .that has been handed across my desk in all the years I have been editor of this magazine!" Marcia shrieked. "Do you honestly expect a magazine as respected and well-established as ours to lower ourselves and print such ... such ... FILTH?! " "Well, I-"
"Of course, I could see if an ounce of it actually bordered on the truth. If it were nothing more than a well-embroidered fabrication with the slightest inkling of reality at the core. But it is not. It is merely ... it is merely...."
"It's true! All of it! I swear!"
Marcia leaned across the desk, her voice trembling uncontrollably.
"I have know you for five years now, Penelope. And I would never have suspected you were such a pathological liar! A pervert! A child of Lucifer himself!"
"Bbut, Marcia! Please! I-"
"Out!" Marcia shrieked, her face growing pink with rage. "Out of my office this very instant! Clear out your desk and be on your way! I hear there are openings at the National Enquirer for sick minds like yours!"
"Marcia, you're overreacting to the-"
Penelope leaped from the comfort of the chair as Marcia picked up a glass paperweight and wielded it menacingly in the air.
"OUT OF MY OFFICE, SPAWN OF SATAN!! "
Penelope yelped and ran out of Marcia's office as quickly as she could.
As she sped down the hallway, her overwrought mind raced.
The best story she had ever written would never be published.
Unless she could expand it and turn it into a book.
Penelope wondered feverishly if any publishing house would ever accept such a bizarre, perverse tale.
And ... well ... one of them finally did ...