Chapter 7
Ben called the room that used to be a garage his gym. But Jill knew it had other purposes, too, from the open shower in the corner to the hook in the ceiling and the bars attached to the walls. She wondered how many women had taken Ben's treatment in there. And how many, besides herself, had wanted it so much? The very sight of it made her blood run cold and her pussy run hot.
She stood limply, letting two men hold her up while Ben tied her hands together behind her back with the harsh ropes. She heard the ominous clink of the cold chains as he wrap-ped them across her chest. The links dug into her sensitive titty flesh, making them jut out.
One of the men plucked at her nipples and pushed her boobs together.
The chain cut deeper.
"Oooooh," she moaned, "it hurts!" "Damn right. That's the way you like it," Ben said, pulling the chain tight and hooking the ends together.
Francine had just watched until now, getting off on it because she still thought it was a game. It was getting pretty heavy, though. She'd thought Jill was kidding back in the house when she'd begged for it. But this was no joke.
It was funny, but watching Ben use the rope and chain on Jill's helpless body really made her cunt wet. It was so exciting!
"Hey," she started uncertainly, "don't you think this is getting just a little bit out of hand?"
"Shut up," Ben snarled. "Unless you want the same thing Jill's going to get."
He meant it. The threat made Francine sud-denly and acutely aware of how vulnerable her naked body was. She felt fear at the thought of Ben making good on his threat, and took a step backward.
But Ben didn't have any time for her-yet. Right now he only wanted to punish Jill in front of everybody, humiliate her and make her come. He gripped the belt in his hand more tightly. He stepped back and considered her ass. He was going to give it to her while the two men were holding her.
Jill opened her mouth in abject terror. Her pussy drooled, and two other men watched from the front. There was an excruciating ache in her pussy, and another one, too. Her blad-der was so full from the drinks that she felt like she would burst any second. Her terror made it hard for her to keep from pissing all over herself.
"Please, I need to go to the bathroom." "Tough shit," Ben said. Her tightly clench-ed buttocks were just asking for his belt. "Please, I really have to go baaaaaad!" Her voice was a whimper, and she straightened up to keep the pee in. She heard the man beside her chuckle.
"Let her do it right here, while we watch," he said.
Francine was ready for most things, but riot this. "You filthy perverts! Let her go!"
Ben was thoroughly tired of all that female shit. If Jill's friend had the sense to keep her mouth shut, he'd let her off. But the bitch didn't know when to keep quiet!
First he pushed Jill over to the shower and down on her knees over the drain. There was no sense messing the place up. With some help he forced Francine down on her hands and knees in front of Jill, fucking her steaming cunt from behind to goad her. It didn't take much.
Jill knew now that there was no limit to his desire to degrade her. The man she sucked off in the house held her up on her wide-apart knees with her hair. He had his knee in her back, making her cunt arch in the direction of Francine's face.
Jill forgot everything for a second. Francine's scream rang in her ears',-. stabbing her like a knife. Francine's face was twisted with horror and lust. Jill's tits stung where the chains crossed them, and the man's cock bang-ed into the side of her head.
Ben and the other men stared at her. The pain and humiliation were too much!
"He's fucking ... my ... ASSHOLE!" Francine cried out.
Jill's bladder couldn't be restrained any longer. Horny terror made her dam break loose. Pee gushed from her pussy in a long yellow stream, spattering on the floor and on Francine's face. It horrified her, but she couldn't hold it back.
Then she was coming, screaming her pleasure out loud, now ecstatically loving the completeness of her debasement. Golden droplets clung to her friend's face. Every time she came the stream of piss waned, then picked up until she came again.
A light flashed and a shutter clicked. Jill groaned and tears came to her eyes as she realized one of them had a camera. It was much worse even than being watched, and orgasmic shudders of revulsion wracked her body.
Ben's cock was like a red-hot rod in Francine's ass. As Jill squeezed the last drib-bles of pee out, she saw him hammer at Fran-cine's asshole and felt her wet face push into her pussy.
"Now! Lick her cunt clean! Now, bitch!" Jill felt a sick thrill when Francine's lips touched her cunt. Francine's forced licking of her pussy almost made her collapse with pleasure. She was taking long swipes with her tongue. It was like a flame that started at her dripping cunt hole, went over her pisser, and ended scaldingly on her clit.
It was too much pleasure to bear. "Yes, yes, YES!" she yelled. "Lick me, suck me, fuck me!"
The man let go of her hair with an animal growl. He got in front of her, straddling Francine's back, pushing Jill's face until the back of her head hit the wall. Chain and rope bit into her even tighter.
"I love it, I love it, I love it!" she sobbed. "You're such a horny bitch, try another taste of this," the man said. And with that, he plugged Jill's mouth, not caring about the choking sounds she made as he fucked deep.
The sight almost made Ben come then and there. Jill's tits were squeezed by the chain, and he wanted to pluck the ripe nipples right off them. He pushed Francine harder into Jill's pussy, watching her tongue ripple over the cuntal folds.
Such a juicy cunt! Even though Francine's asshole was working his prick over like a steamroller, he wanted that cunt. The twisting in his groin overpowered him, and he reached under Francine's belly to maul her wet twat with his fingers.
The man put his hands against the wall and spread his legs. Over and over he thrust his dick head against Jill's cheeks and throat and tongue, enjoying her passive helplessness. Then a burning stream of jism erupted up the length of his cock.
Ben heard him grunt. But what excited him was Jill's tortured moan. He knew how she liked to eat come. And when the man moved away, he simply could not resist her vulnerable face with the jism dripping out the corners of her mouth.
He ripped his cock out of Francine's ass and she squealed in pain. She didn't stop licking Jill's pussy. Now Ben stood where the other
man had, and Jill stared at his dick. "Filthy slut."
"Yes ... give it to me!" She opened her mouth, still braced against the wall, sticking her tongue out in a trough to taste his prick.
She barely touched the underside of his shaft. Sticky white traces of jism were still on her tongue. She disgusted him. Instead of fucking her mouth as he intended, he pulled his cock away and gripped it in his fist. Swear-ing, he jacked it up and down rapidly.
His come cream hosed her face, ran down her cheek. Vicious gratitude shot through her as a long slimy string dribbled from the tip of his prick. It was warm when it fell on her tit, then cold. He crammed his softening cock into her mouth, and she began to suck it.
The horniness and need in her had no end. The camera was still flashing and clicking somewhere around her. She was a cocksucker, his cocksucker, his willing slave. Forever! He was the only man who knew how to treat her and satisfy her innermost cravings.
More orgasms gutted her as Francine nibbl-ed at her clit. Finally her come-weakened legs gave way. She slithered down the wall, her ass landing in a cold puddle of her own piss.
She came around to the sound of Francine's guttural cries of ecstasy, and to the cold hard spray of water from the shower. Her bound arms were stiff and it felt like the chains were cutting off the circulation to her titties. "There, I guess you're clean enough. Clean as a dirty slut can be."
The shower ended as Ben turned the handle. Jill lay huddled on the floor, blinking up at all of them. Francine was on her back on top of a man whose cock was buried in her rear. Her pussy was being licked by someone else. Her friend didn't show a trace of the submission Jill felt blossoming in her again.
"What do we do to her now?" one man said. His prick was long and hard, and it made Jill's pussy juice.
"Why don't we ask her?" Ben said. "Come on, honey, how do you want it this time?" "Fuck me . . . "
"Shit yes. Sounds real good," the man said. He was younger than the others, more eager. He'd had his eye on Jill's cunt all evening. Now he wanted to put his cock in it.
"... whip me," Jill whispered.
Ben was ready to pick up where he'd left off. She was getting him hot all over again. "Is that what you want, baby? To be fucked and whipped?"
She twisted on the wet, rough concrete. "Oh, yesssss," she said.
He snickered. "Then tell us again, bitch. Let's hear it."
Her guts turned to jelly. "I want you to . . . to fuck my pussy ... and my ass ... and . . . I want you to do the other thing, I want-" The idea excited her so much that she trailed off in a thick gargle of desire.
In a moment Jill was jerked up and on her feet. The young man pulled her to him, using her tits like handles. Water dripped from her soaking body. She tried to ease up the tension on her hands, but the harder she pulled her hands down in back of her, the tighter the chain grew around her titties. Ben had really done a good job when he tied her, and there still wasn't a bit of slack.
Her bondage excited her no end. The man laughed when he heard her moan, and twisted her nipples. His long prick slipped under Jill's crotch. She stood higher on her toes. Francine's incredibly sexy grunts of pleasure as she was licked and ass-fucked made Jill want it more than ever.
"Give it to me! Give me all your hot hard cock!" Her loins burned, and the cunt-thrilling cruelty on the young man's face sent a fireball of lust guttering through Jill's pussy.
He skewered her. He fucked her savagely. Jill stood her ground, taking it all in her cunt. Then he teased at her elastic pussy walls with just the tip of his prick until Jill virtually jumped at him.
It was so good! She wanted to kill herself with his cock!
He pulled her debauched body against him so hard that she thought his cockhead would puncture her cunt. She wanted to pull back and fuck herself again, but she couldn't move.
Then what she'd wanted so long finally came. Ben's belt lashed her ass as she stood with a cock deep inside her cunt. "Uh! Yes, more!" she sobbed. She welcomed the perverted pain of his brutal attention.
Jill could only take so much of it before she had to beg him not to do it anymore. But she didn't really want it to stop, and both men knew it. Her chains seemed to grow heavier, dragging her down further into the pits of sub-mission. It was only the fucking man's stiff prick that kept her from falling.
"Oh, Jesus, baby, your cunt is so hot and tight! I'm going to come in it right . . . uhnggh . . . now!"
She felt his pecker flood her twat with come. She wanted to eat it, too. Ben had stopped hit-ting her, and she waited impatiently for the excruciating pain to keep up.
Come still flowed into her pussy when the hardest blow of all caught her ass. The delect-able pain, her horniness, and the spurting cock in her pussy all combined. Her cunt juiced and boiled in the most fantastic come of her life.
Ben's pecker was hardening again. He thought he'd never seen such a beautiful sight. Her red buttocks jiggled and the liquid ran out of her pussy. Her muffled woman-cries seem-ed to go straight to his prick. At last, he could tell, he had really conquered her. She was his, totally.
She slipped down to her knees, come-shudders still wracking her body. Another hard cock split her mouth open. Abruptly, the chains were snaking roughly off her and she felt the circulation needling back into her hands. She grabbed the cock in her mouth and held it steady, sucking and licking and moan-ing.
"Hey, don't let her go yet. I want to fuck her mouth."
"Don't worry," Ben said. "No need to keep her trussed up anymore. She'll do anything you want now."
He was right, though Jill hardly heard him. Only her horniness and her utter subjugation drove her now. She wanted their hot jism, all of it, any way she could get it.
She-sucked his prick until she tasted the flow of come on her tongue. When she was done she looked around, suddenly noticing that she was on her knees in the middle of a circle where they all stood around her.
"More, more, I want more cock!" She heard them all laughing at her, but that only made her want it all the worse.
"Here comes some, just for you'." Francine said, getting off as much on this as any of the men. Her own pussy and ass were full of jism and she was sated for the moment, but she was jacking one of the men off.
"Yes, give it to me," Jill moaned. Francine could hardly believe that the degraded and abused blond who hobbled across the floor toward the prick Francine held in her hand was the same woman she'd arrived at Ben's place with. There was a crazy look on Jill's bedrag-gled, come-smeared face. Jism drooled from every hole. And now Francine saw how Jill sat in front of the man's prick like a patient dog, mouth open and eyes closed in rapt concentra-tion.
Francine felt his prick jerk in her hand, and she aimed a stream of jism right at Jill's tongue. She felt an intense thrill as Jill took it all and begged for more.
Later, Jill didn't remember much of what happened after that. She went from one cock to another in the circle, she knew, clawing at hairy thighs, even sucking the juice from Francine's pussy, hearing her friend tell her to keep it up. Just like the men did.
She remembered a break, and then someone poured more whisky down her throat. She remembered how the neck of the bottle felt in y her cunt as she lay on her back on the floor and fucked herself with it for them. The camera was going all the time.
She remembered their cocks spurting into her, that taste and feel of an endless stream of male come. Her orgasms were the sweetest she'd ever known.
She passed out. When she came to she was in Ben's living room, all her clothes back on her. But she smelled the odor of the come that had dried all over her body.
"So, you're finally awake, huh, bitch?"
It was Ben. She sat up, and her head throb-bed. She remembered the night, remembered how they treated her, what Ben did to her. She tried to hate him, but she couldn't.
Jill's insides were soft and warm and ... satisfied. The tormenting, constant ache of lust that she always felt was gone, at least for the moment. And because of what she'd been forced to do, not in spite of it. She felt more feminine and womanly than ever before.
She had Ben to thank for that . . . he did things for her that her husband Paul could never do!
She wanted to be his sex slave forever!
Jill dropped to her knees and hugged Ben's legs, pressing her nose against the bulge of his cock. There were, after all, much worse things than having to suck his sweet cock. "Master," she sighed. And then she began to show her appreciation the only way she knew how. She unzipped his pants and started fumbling for his prick.
He cuffed her back angrily. "Stupid bitch! Don't you ever get enough?"
"Oh please, Ben! Tell me what you want! I'll do anything you want! I just want to please you!
Her confession almost brought tears to her worshipful eyes, but not to his. While, it was true he'd never enjoyed fucking and breaking any other woman as much as he did her, her time was finished. Her time was over, and he was finished with her..
"What I want, slut, is to never see you again. You're all used up, understand?"
She begged. She tried everything she could, but nothing worked. He wouldn't even let her get close to him. Her promise to herself to never let him fuck her again after tonight was totally forgotten. There was only one thing she needed, one thing that made her life worth liv-ing, and now she groveled for it.
"No more whining! Get out of here now, or I'll kick you out. And take this with you." An envelope fell on the floor in front of Jill. Some instant snapshots fell out of it. Her guts knotted as she shuffled through them. Pictures. Pictures of Jill sucking cocks, pic-tures of Jill taking it up the ass, pictures of Jill's obscene gratification as come sprayed her face. She burned with shame.
"There's more where those came from, too. But I'll just keep the best ones in my private collection. Unless, that is, you want your husband to see them."
She quailed at the almost forgotten fear of Paul finding out about anything. "But my money . . . " she moaned.
"It's in there." He watched impassively as she found the five crisp one-hundred dollars bills. "And a little bonus for services rendered. So we're even. Now get out. I'm tired of look-ing at your face."
"But Francine . . ." she whimpered. "Francine has other plans. She's got more guts than you do, baby. She'll be taking your place as my new saleswoman."