Chapter 7
Vanessa wasn't sure what she hated the most. The whipping had been bad. The ugly red welts marring her once-perfect flesh were throbbing like Summers had poured acid on her. And the way her cunt tingled made her completely uncomfortable.
The fucking had been closer to a rape.
The chains still cut into her wrists and ankles, impairing her movement. The humiliation was also bad. She thought of herself as more than a simple secretary. She was a self-reliant woman working her way up in the world of politics, and this damaged her ego.
All that was bad.
Clayton Summers leaving her alone and chained in the room after fucking her was the worst.
All the sexy young woman heard was the slow gusting of her breath from her flared nostrils, the gentle beating of her own heart and the distant tick-tick-tick of a grandfather clock standing in the hallway of the Spanish-style house. No other sound reached her ears.
She strained against her metallic bonds in vain. Summers had chained her too securely for her to escape.
"Damn!" she muttered under her breath, hardly daring to speak. She was too unsure of herself. And yet in the back of her mind something burned brighter and brighter. She was getting what she deserved-and what she needed. The dark-haired girl didn't like to face that thought too fully.
By associating herself with Clayton Summers, the young secretary knew she was going places. Summers was politically powerful and got things done. And she was in some bizarre, perverted way helping him accomplish his ends. He needed sessions like this to relieve the strain. And Vanessa knew she got off on a power trip by having the man pay attention to her.
But she was so alone, so horribly, terribly alone.
She rolled over onto her side hoping to catch sight of the man. The room was deserted. She strained to hear any movement in the huge house. Nothing. Finally a faint ringing came to her ears. A telephone. But she heard no voice answering after the phone rang three times.
Vanessa waited. With the cruel links cutting off the circulation in her wrists, and the foot-length chains between her ankles, she was not going anywhere.
After what seemed like years to the woman, the door of Summers' study opened. He wasn't alone.
Vanessa blinked rapidly, clearing tears of frustration and pain from her eyes.
"What's going on here?" she demanded, her voice weak and reedy.
"This the one?" asked the taller of the two men who were with Summers.
"Of course," said Summers, a faint smile on his lips. "Isn't she everything I said she was?"
"Yeah," said the shorter, fatter man. "And she's all ours."
"Yes."
Vanessa froze inside. Her stomach knotted, and she felt as if she'd faint. She'd heard stories from other girls about the political trades made-and not all those trades involved votes. Some politicians provided women for the sick tastes of people they were trying to buy influence from. With the IRS constantly on the alert, money payoffs were virtually a thing of the past.
But human flesh. Tight cunts. Dripping wet pussy. A willing-or unwilling-girl. Those were things that never got reported on income returns.
"Okay, Fred, let's have at her. My cock's so hard I can hardly stand it," said the shorter man to the taller.
Fred nodded and advanced on Vanessa, who cowered.
"Don't do this!" she pleaded. "Please don't. I don't care what Clayton's promised you. I don't! Don't do this to me!"
"Listen to that, Fred," said the taller man. "She's everything Clayton said she was. And God is she one hell of a good-looking piece of ass."
"Her pussy's shaved," said Fred in a low, trembling voice. "Shit, that turns me on so much I'm ready to come in my pants."
To prove his point, he dropped his pants. His prick jerked upright like a telephone pole. George quickly duplicated the effort. Jutting and jerking just inches away from Vanessa were two immense cocks, both ready to bury themselves in her unwilling cunt.
"Why don't you both fuck her at the same time? That way no one has to worry over sloppy seconds," suggested Summers.
"Both at the same time, huh?" mused George. "Hell, yes! Fred, you were always a backdoor man. You fuck her up the ass and I'll use her cunt."
"Righto!"
"Please," sobbed Vanessa as they pulled her to her feet. She stood with her feet spread as wide as possible, her wrists firmly secured by the chains behind her back. She felt Fred shove his cock into her bound hands. Instinctively, she tightened her fingers around the hard, virile pillar of cock flesh. Fred moaned softly and moved closer.
The dark-haired girl wanted to die when she saw George moving in front of her. His monster prick bobbed around just inches away from her shaved pussy.
Again Vanessa felt the oddly mixed sensations in her body. The sexy young woman knew she should be feeling frightened-and she was. But mingled with it was the feel of George's hands sliding up and down the inside of her tender leg. Every time he came close to her cunt, a tiny electrical surge of desire volted into her pussy. His stroking warmed her inner thigh and made her hot for more than just fingers near her cunt lips.
She didn't know what to do or feel. And then Fred jerked hard on her hair and pulled her up onto tiptoes. With a swift movement he fastened the hank of hair to an exposed beam overhead. He took a handful of hair on the other side of her head and fastened it to the beam almost a foot from the first knot.
Vanessa found herself standing on tiptoes. Either she had to endure the almost immediate agony caused in her calves and thighs or she had to swing free suspended only by her lustrous black hair. The pain in her scalp would be more than she could bear. She reached up to relieve some of the pressure on her hair. Neither of the men moved to stop her.
She instantly found out why.
Fred moved in from behind, his prick parting her meaty ass-cheeks just as Summers' had done earlier. But this time he wasn't aiming for a rear entry to her pussy. His cock blasted hard against the tightly-held ring of her pink fisted ass-hole. She screamed in agony as he tried to sink his unlubricated cock all the way into her ass-hole.
"That huuuuurts!" she bellowed.
Everything in her body hurt. The dark-haired girl didn't know what hurt worst. The way her hair tugged at her scalp sent vicious twinges of pain all the way down her neck and into her shoulders. But her legs were cramping from trying to stand on tiptoe like she was. And the anguish of being ass raped like Fred was doing added to her troubles. She felt nothing but pain and misery and wanted to die.
"Let me alone!" she pleaded.
"She wants to be left all alone," said Summers in a mocking voice. "I think she needs company, lots of company."
"Lots of company?" asked Fred, looking at his prick. His cock slowly jerked aloft until it was almost erect. "I think she might want my poor little friend to keep her company." He moved forward and kicked her feet wider apart. For a second, the sexy young girl was suspended totally by her hair.
Vanessa blacked out from the waves of intense pain. When she came back to the reality of her torture, she felt George's half-limp prick being shoved into her naked, shaved-clean twat. The huge cock pulsed slowly and throbbed against her most sensitive flesh. Even as she hung there she felt his prick stiffen more and more, until it filled her terror-tightened cunt.
Her pussy trembled around the now hard and throbbingly-virile cock inside her. She tensed and then relaxed, realizing that he was going to fuck her, and there was no way in hell she could prevent it.
"All hard, and ready to fuck," sang out George. "How are you doing, backdoor man?"
"Working on it," replied Fred.
The dark-haired girl found out what Fred meant right away. The blunted nose cone of his prick poked harder into the ring of her ass-hole. She kept her ass-hole tight to prevent any prick from raping her up the ass. But it was a losing battle. In spite of the pain and humiliation of being strung up by her ebony hair and then fucked in this bizarre manner, she wanted his prick.
Vanessa loved the feel of his hands moving slowly over the smooth, whipped curves of her ass. He kneaded the doughy half-moons of her ass-cheeks and then pulled hard at them. She thought Fred was going to rip them off her body. The dark-haired girl tensed and moaned out her agony, then relaxed as he allowed her ass flesh to close together again.
As the strung-up girl relaxed, the man's prick shot fast and hard into her ass-hole. She felt his cock plunging deep into a private hole where only Clayton Summers had gone before. He fucked into her ass and then stopped, his cock pulsating hotly in the chained girl's tight ass-hole-her tightest passage.
"Please," she sobbed, tears finally flowing. "Don't do this to me. B-b-both of you in me at the same time's too much. You're t-t-tearing me up!"
"Isn't that a shame," grunted George insincerely. "She doesn't like both of us inside her at the same time. But I love it. It feels damned good to me!"
"I can feel your goddamn cock pressing into mine right through her guts," said Fred, shaking his head in agreement. "And hot! Damned if she's not just about the tightest ass I ever fucked."
Vanessa hung between the two men, sobbing and wishing she were dead. Her entire body ached, and her scalp was beginning to feel the real strain of suspending her entire weight. The places where her hair had been tied to the rafter overhead throbbed and pulsed hotly, sending lances of pain down her neck and into her throat. Even her tits hurt from the way they had strung her up.
But the dark-haired secretary was still so confused she didn't know what to feel. Both cocks inside her body at the same time made her tremble and moan with lust. They filled her to the point where her guts felt as if they would explode. But the young secretary loved the feeling. A single prick wouldn't have given satisfaction to her. Two did.
"Please," she begged them, knowing it wouldn't do her any good. "Stop it!"
The man banging away at her ass-hole grunted in disagreement. "No way, and I never heard of a chick who didn't get off on getting buggered. I think she's just being contrary for the hell of it. Maybe she's a prick teaser at heart. Is that right, Clayton? Is this cunt just a prick teaser?"
"Fuck her, and see for yourself. I find her amusing."
Vanessa didn't know what she was doing. The feel of Fred's prick moving in and out of her ass-hole made her think his cock had been dipped in some sort of acid. It seared her tender flesh and made her ass flesh feel as if it were being eaten up by millions of fire ants. But Vanessa knew that under other circumstances she would have been begging him to corn-hole her faster.
She'd never had a man fucking her up the ass like this before, but she thought she might have liked it under different circumstances. Summers had raped her up the ass while shoving her head into a toilet, and now he had given her to Fred and George to fuck in return for some political favor. Vanessa knew she might have liked the ass fuck if it had been done differently. But to be treated like a commodity, to be exchanged for some favor, turned her off. With George's prick firmly lodged in her cunt at the same time, it was more than she could take.
The feel of his prick slipping in and out of her pussy did give her the most pleasure of all the things happening to her. She didn't get off on the pain in her neck and shoulders, nor did the secretary like the way they kept her wrists chained together. Those two things made her completely helpless, yet that helplessness allowed her to really get into the fucking. Her thoughts were all mixed up.
She couldn't stop them. She was chained up and dangled from her own long black hair. All she could do was endure what they were doing to her. And as she concentrated on the movement of their pricks in her tight cunt and ass, she came.
Vanessa hated herself for it, but she came anyway. The dark-haired girl knew that this was a sure sign to the two raping men that they were doing things to her that she couldn't resist. She didn't want them continuing their ass-raping and pussy-ravaging ways, but she couldn't hold back the flood of her seething emotions either.
Swinging slightly, dangling entirely from her hair, the girl felt the racking waves of orgasm blasting through her tender young body. The way her pussy contracted around the cock up her would have been exquisitely pleasing under normal circumstances. Now it was only part of the whole package.
"Shit, she's crushing my cock," gasped Fred from behind. "I felt her entire ass-hole clamp down on me. It was like fucking into a guillotine. It's fucking great!"
The man increased his speed, driving his prick harder and deeper into her ass-hole. The sexy young woman couldn't stop herself from bending forward as much as she could from the waist. This shoved her ass back into the circle of the man's crotch. His cock sank an extra half-inch up into her flaming hot ass-hole.
Grinding her hips rubbed her well-whipped ass flesh against his hairy thighs. This sent new and surprisingly wonderful sensations of joy into her loins. The cock, the hairy legs, the feel of his hands gripping at her meaty ass-cheeks, all got her off again.
"Let's do this right," said George, sweat pouring off his face and dripping down his chest. "You in, me out. Then we reverse. That way we can keep her going for a long time."
"I'm already in," grunted Fred. "I'll start pulling out now. You get your goddamned prick all the way into her cunt as soon as I'm fully out."
As Fred spoke, the two men acted. Vanessa thought she would go mad from lust when the pricks changed places in her guts. The hot length of prick slid from her ass-hole until only the thick head remained in the tight ring of her ass-hole. But at the same time Fred was retreating, her pussy was being stuffed full of George's hard, wonderfully virile cock.
"Please, I'm on fire inside. Why are you doing this to me?"
"The highway," panted George. "The goddamn highway! We want to give Clayton the best possible estimates for it, don't we?"
He bent forward and started licking at her tits. She felt his rough, pink tongue slither down the side of her left tit and stroke through the deep canyon between her mounds of tit flesh.
George sucked in his breath as Vanessa climaxed. The girl vaguely realized that her pussy walls were convulsing powerfully around his buried cock and giving it the thrill of a lifetime. But she was past caring about that. The pain and pleasure these two building contractors gave her mixed into a dose of sensation so powerful she couldn't keep from coming again and again.
"Gotta back away," muttered George, his cock already leaving her pussy. She moaned in horror at the loss. It seemed to be the only thing she had that could offset the pain she felt in her wrists and shoulders and head. The hair on her head felt as if it would pull loose at any second.
But the two men worked together well as a team. As George's cock left her pussy with a wet, lewd sucking sound, Fred's prick raced up into her ass. She felt that cock pulsing hotly against her raped bowels, every contour of the cock feeling as if it were branding itself into her soft ass flesh. The filled feeling increased and the sexy woman exploded once more in orgasm.
"She's chopping off my goddamn cock," protested Fred. "I know, dammit, I know it! Every goddamn time she comes, her ass-hole smashes down on me. The entire length of my prick's being hammered flat. God, talk about tight and hot! Her ass-hole is the tightest and hottest!"
Vanessa barely heard the man's words through the roaring of her own pulse. It pounded like the ocean surf in her ears. She thrashed around, but she was too firmly held in place by the bonds of her own hair and the twin spikes of the men's pricks.
Twisting and grinding her hips, she got even more stimulation from the dual fucking. The girl's body seemed poised on the pinnacle of ultimate human pleasure. In spite of the horrible things they were doing to her, in spite of the pain she felt, in spite of knowing she was a prisoner to be sexually abused, Vanessa climaxed powerfully.
"Can't hang in there any longer," cried out Fred. The sexy young woman felt his prick growing inside her. Tensing her ass-hole around his cock proved impossible. His thick prick began fucking her with all the power and lust locked up in the man's hips. He slammed repeatedly into her pillowy ass, driving his cock deeper and deeper into her softly-yielding ass-hole.
She cried out in pain. He ripped and tore at her now. But when the hot rush of his jism filled her bowels, it was almost a relief. His prick began to deflate and gave her some respite from the filled-to-overflowing feeling in her guts.
All that remained to torment her was George's hard-fucking prick. And even he had begun to fuck her more forcefully, corkscrewing his way into her pussy. She felt every single inch of his cock lifting her into the air. She didn't think it was possible when he was pushing her entirely off her feet.
For an instant, the dark-haired girl swung free, her cunt filled with his mighty cock. Her entire weight was suspended on his hard, quivering prick as she swung backwards. And then he pulled free of her cunt again with the same lewd, plopping, sucking sound. She gasped as he broke the intense erotic vacuum formed between her pussy walls and the piston of his cock.
"You're tearing me up inside. And my head! I can't stand any more! I hurt all over. Stop it, stop it!"
He fucked faster. Her words fell on deaf ears. She tried to reach out and grab him, to shake him and make him stop torturing her like this. The sexy secretary didn't know for sure, but she guessed that the hidden Clayton Summers was getting an eyeful as the two men ravaged and raped cunt and ass-hole in that instant.
Her entire body quivered like a raw nerve ending. Every single stroke of George's prick into her seething, hot cunt pushed her just a little closer to total madness. The pain and pleasure flowed through her body, mixing strangely. She didn't know whether to come or cry.
Vanessa did both.
And then came the liquid gush of the man's prick as it emptied itself into her twitching pussy. Her cunt walls contracted and gripped hard at his buried cock, squeezing down on it and getting the most sensation possible.
Vanessa came and came and came. By the time the dark-haired girl's orgasm had passed, the man's cock had turned limp and had dribbled from her cunt. She hung by her hair, pain her only companion now. The thick juices from both men's cocks leaked from her ass-hole and pussy and ran down the insides of her thighs, drying and caking.
The young girl sobbed as she dangled painfully from the beam overhead. She felt her neck muscles beginning to knot and her hands had long since turned numb from lack of circulation.
And Vanessa cried bitterly-because she had gotten off so much on the abuse Fred and
George had given her. Even worse, she had felt Clayton Summers' hot, eager eyes watching all the while. He had gotten off on the abuse, too. She hated him, and she hated Fred and George, and she hated herself even as she relished the warmth and inner glow from the fucking.