Chapter 6
When Bob touched her side, Donna's lungs exploded with a scalding shriek. He flopped the chain around her waist, then knelt between her legs.
"Don't ... God, don't!" she begged. "You'll ... kill me ... don't hurt me ... I'll do anything-"
Her words were cut off when she felt the pressure of his throbbing cock sear between her thighs. His cockhead glided over the silky texture of her flesh, then nudged against her cunt opening. Slowly, her entrance engulfed his slab of prick.
"Shit, I think you get tighter every time I fuck you," Bob grunted, heaving forward, fucking the rest of his cockshaft up her pussy.
Although Donna found his cock giving her insides delicious tingles of pleasure, her mind was on that chain. Slowly, the reality of what he'd said came to her fully and she froze.
"Don't stick it up my ass ... God, please!" she begged, writhing beneath him.
Bob didn't say anything for a long while, he merely slipped the chain back and forth over the small of her back while he fucked his cock in and out of her cunt doggy-style.
At last, he grasped the end link of the chain and slipped it into the crack of her ass. He felt Donna buck savagely, could almost see her flesh crawl. Her reaction made his eyes glint with even greater hunger.
"Screw me, baby," he said, his voice thick with sadistic lust. "Fuck on my cock while I shove this chain up your sweet little asshole."
Although the metal link was cool, it seemed hot as lava when he pressed it against her shitter opening. She grunted, then choked on her own spit.
The link, about one-half inch in diameter, was actually much smaller than his prick, but it was unyielding, like the instrument of torture it was.
The link slipped inside, squeezed her opening apart. Almost instantly, another link was forced inside.
Donna thought her muscles would pop they were stretched so tight. And when she thought she had certainly reached the outer threshold of pain, she felt new searing sensations of agony.
Another link.
More hard jabs with his cock.
Another link, and another.
How many now? she wondered. Five? Six? It seemed like a thousand. And as they coiled inside her body, the links became a horrible, evil metal snake, crawling over her flesh, ready to strike.
"Here ... comes a couple of more," Bob said, thrusting the links up her ass. "How is it, whore? You like it very much?"
Donna couldn't even scream now. Her full attention was devoted to pain, to sheer agony.
Another link, another hard thrust of his iron-like prick.
After what seemed an eternity, the pain didn't get any worse. It didn't subside any, but at least the piercing, stabs didn't stab any harder.
"That ought to be enough," Bob said.
He pulled the rest of the chain upward and lay it over the small of her back. He then got to his knees, lifting her ass slightly with both hands. He reached over and grabbed the pliers.
"And now the fun begins, baby," he said, his voice a pant of desire.
Donna's face was bathed in sweat, her breathing quick and shallow, and at first she didn't realize what he was going to do. When she felt the pinching of the pliers against her ass cheeks, however, she knew she would forever be subjected to torment. The next few moments, or hours-it didn't matter-were an eternity.
Bob snipped the jaws of the pliers over both ass cheeks, leaving small, red welts. And each time the serrated jaws closed around the firm flesh, he felt his balls rumble with cum. He loved the way she writhed, clawed at her palms.
Donna went limp. There was no reason to fight it any longer. Suffering would come whether she opposed him or not. And anyway, her body was growing numb, as if she were getting frostbite.
When she relaxed, she became more aware of his cock, less of the chain and pliers. His prickshaft seemed larger, thicker, squeezing her guts upward. And his gigantic cockhead was rounder, pulsating quickly.
"Getting any better?" Bob said, clamping the pliers around the top part of her shitter entrance.
Donna didn't even hear his question. She could only think of his cock, her humiliation. What had she ever done to deserve this?
To be raped, assaulted, tortured, defiled like this?
And if they were going to do this on the first day, what would follow? If what they said was true, they would subject her to a week of horror.
She had no choice but to lie there and ... Take it? Enjoy it?
Well, if that terrible chain wasn't there, and he wasn't pinching her with those damned pliers, she knew she would be screaming in ecstasy. His cock was so perfect, so huge and meaty
And, for some reason, his prick felt even better now than his cock did before. It was almost as if the pain framed the pleasure, accentuated his prickshaft a hundredfold.
Pain and pleasure danced together, meshed, became a new sensation she didn't know was possible to experience.
"Fuck ... me," she heard a strange woman's voice say. "Fuck me ... hurt me some more."
She turned her head quickly to see who had said those dreadful words. Stunned, she realized it was her own voice. Her lips were still moving.
"Fuck me, you bastard. Goddamn, I love it ... make me hurt, you son of a bitch!"
Bob gave her ass one last pinch with the pliers, then dropped the instrument to the bed. He then began kneading her bruised, welt-ridden ass cheeks with his long fingers while he fucked his cock in and out of her cunt.
"Tell me when you want the chain trick, baby," he said, his ass now a fleshy blur.
The chain. She'd almost forgotten all about that. It was nestled inside her sitter, as if it were ready to spring to life. And she could see it being torn from her ass. The links would bump out her tightly constricted ass rim, inflame her with ...
Pain and pleasure were now one and the same. They had become some gut-level sensation.
"Fuckkkkkk!" she screamed, bucking and writhing, working her ass muscles around the chain that hung from her shitter like some metal tail. "Do it ... Goddamn ... do it all!"
She was suddenly aware of movement in the room. Then, as if in a dream, she saw other human forms, slowly moving. Tony's face ... that girl ... Carla? Wayne ... she had sucked on his shitter.
They were smiling, their teeth bared like savages. Their eyes burned with hatred, laughter, animal-like lust.
She was performing for their desires ... and she loved it.
"Fuck me, you prick ... all of you fuck me," she begged.
"Goddamn, would you look at that," Donna heard Carla say with a giggle. "Is ... is she OK?"
"This little cunt is begging for it," Bob said.
Although her mind was still flooded with degradation, Donna couldn't ignore the delicious sensations in her body. She writhed and twisted beneath him, clawed at the bonds at her wrists, squirmed her ankles.
"Fuck me ... goddamn ... please ... I ... I want it," she panted, tightening, knowing that any second now would bring her the ultimate in release.
And then it happened. Bob pounded his cum-splattering cock deeply into her cunt. At the same time, he grasped the chain and yanked it violently out of her shitter.
Donna didn't know such ecstasy existed. It was as if she were flying naked through some savage universe, having millions of tiny claws tearing at her body, emptying her of her soul.
"Godddddd!" she shrieked, then went limp.
"Fuck it, bitch!" Bob said, throwing the chain to the side of the bed. He grabbed her legs and jerked her ass upward. He then humped under her body, poking his prick so brutally in and out of her cunt his balls slapped her mound of cunt noisily. "Here ... screw my cum ... up ... here ... fucking ... eat it up to your ... unhhhh ... brains!"
For the next few seconds, Donna felt as if she were an extension of his body, like a second foreskin. His cum boiled into every cell of her body, bathed her with creamy fire. And with each sweet, molten drop, she experienced another thundering wave of total, pure ecstasy.
At last, she collapsed beneath him from sheer exhaustion. She felt spent, as if she'd run a thousand miles.
And still, he pounded in more cum, until it began to run out of her pussy hole, ooze into her corn-colored cunt hairs.
"Unhhh ... all of it," Bob said, shoving in the last of his cum-load. He held himself over her for a few seconds, then fell over her body, crushing his full weight between her thighs. "Fuck ... fuck ... fuck!"
Now that the passion was over, Donna slowly came back to reality. Well, she certainly had put on a show for them. Fucking bastards! she thought. Come in here to rob me, then rape me ... subject me to these horrors.
She felt tears roll down her cheeks. The worst part was the terrifying fact that she had more to do with her degradation than they had. In a way, she had permitted it.
If she had had the courage, she could have fought them, rebelled against her own desires. And even if it had resulted in her death, she would still have her self-respect.
"Let me at her," Wayne said to Bob. "Come on, man, get off. I got a hard-on here that's just begging for pussy."
Now it starts, Donna thought. One after the other.
Bob pulled away, and immediately, she felt Wayne's hairy legs against the insides of her thighs. An instant later, his massive cock fucked deep into her cum-splattered cunt.
"Unhhh ... this is fantastic," Wayne said, kissing the back of her neck. "I've been fucking Carla in there, but she can't hold a fucking light to you, baby."
"If you don't watch it," Carla replied sarcastically, "you'll break my heart."
Donna wondered suddenly what kind of girl would hang around men like this. Was she their whore? Any time one of them wanted a piece of ass, did they just knock her to her back and fuck her?
For some reason, it didn't seem right. Carla was pretty, very pretty, in fact. She could have had any guy she wanted. And they were always putting her down, saying humiliating things ...
Did she enjoy the humiliation? Surely not!
She must be in it for the money.
"Hey, I've got a hard-on too," Tony said. "Come on, Carla, get your sweet ass over here and spread them for me."
Donna watched as Carla moved over worshipfully toward Tony. She was naked, looking like a young goddess with her red hair, her dark-blue eyes.
"Stick it to me, Tony," Carla whispered. "Mmmmm, make it hurt ... so good, baby."
Although Donna found it difficult to concentrate over Wayne's savage fucking, she watched Carla and Tony.
Tony grabbed the girl's legs and lifted her off the floor. He then pushed her against the far wall and let her drape her legs over his shoulders. Donna watched his cock penetrate the red-gold hairs of Carla's cunt.
"Ohhhh ... fuck me ... Tony," Carla screamed, clawing at Tony's back, leaving red welts on his flesh. "Screw me ... hard ... put it to me ... fuck out my brains, you motherfucker ... "
Donna had never before seen anyone else fuck and the sight mesmerized her. Tony's swollen cock fucked in and out quickly, his balls swung back and forth like some lewd pendulum.
Just watching increased her own desires. She began moving with Wayne, jerking her ass back and forth to take his enormous cock.
"Fuck me ... God, fuck me," she panted, her eyes widening as she watched Carla take Tony's enormous cock like a greedy, sex-starved animal. "Do it to me ... like Tony is ... all the way in me ... make it hurt ... "
Tony was fucking Carla savagely, causing the girl's head to bang the wall. And they were vibrating as if they were perched on some giant jack hammer.
Suddenly, Donna saw a thick mass of bubbly fuck cream ooze from the bottom of Carla's cunt. It collected, then dropped to the insides of her thighs. More fuck juices oozed around Tony's balls.
"Fuck it, whore!" Tony yelled, biting down on Carla's slack mouth. "Up ... your cum-hungry cunt, bitch!"
Donna's insides burst with release. And as her climax heightened, then peaked, she felt Wayne's prick expand, explode with thick masses of boiling cum. The fuck juice was like acid, eating into her quivering flesh.
"Aieeeeee!" she shrieked, jerking and writhing as if she were on fire. "Fuck ... fuck ... fuckkkkkkk!"
"Baby, baby ... unhhh ... take it up your snatch ... screw on it ... suck me inside!" Wayne growled, hammering the bulk of his load inside her tight, hot cunt crack.
For the next several moments, Donna was in heaven and hell at the same time. She felt defiled, but nothing could stop the yearnings of her body.
A last explosion of climax riddled her guts, then she went limp, feeling her cunt slosh with cum. She groaned into the sheets, closing her eyes.
"OK, get off," she heard Bob say. "I got that sweet ass all ready for a fucking."
His words brought Donna back to life. She gave a small, choking sob, waited for the burning pain of his cock as he fucked her ass.
Wayne slipped out of her cunt, then got off the bed. Bob crawled between her legs and leaned forward, nudging his cockhead into the crack of Donna's ass.
"This is gonna be good, you'll see," Bob said, noticing Donna's body tense. "Just relax, baby. You're gonna fucking love it."
Donna waited for the pain, but it didn't come. There was a tremendous pressure as his prick fucked inside her shitter, but nothing else.
"Is ... is it in?" she dared to ask, feeling the rough texture of his crotch hairs against her ass cheeks.
"Sure is ... every fucking hard inch," Bob answered.
Suddenly, Donna's insides reacted to the delicious pressure of his cock. It was almost like a thousand icy-hot needles pricking her flesh. She began moving slowly, cautiously, still waiting for the surprise spasm of pain, however.
"Fuck me," she whispered. "Ohhhhh ... dear Jesus God, fuck me ... all the way in ... "
She flinched suddenly, feeling a soft hand on her shoulder. She turned her head quickly and came face to face with Carla. The woman was smiling at her, her eyes wide with ecstasy.
"Fuck her, Bob ... Fuck her hard," she said, moving her fingers into Donna's hair. "Give her that big cock ... make her scream ... "
Donna didn't know why she did it, but she turned her head slightly and kissed the woman's hand. It was electrifying, causing her insides to burst with a long agonizing spasm of release. She bared her teeth, scraped them over the delicate flesh.
"Aieeeeee!" she shrieked, darting her tongue out, wetting Carla's hand.
Just as her orgasm peaked, she felt Bob's cock expand, then shoot out a massive load of cum. It splashed over her bruised flesh like a soothing lotion.
"Shit ... fucking ... shit!" Bob barked, fucking harder inside her asshole. "Goddamn ... screw it up your ass, whore cocksucker ... "
Donna let herself go completely, although she felt a new form of shame building in her mind. She had kissed Carla's hand, like one of those kind of women do.
But the most horrible aspect of it was that she didn't do it out of experimentation. She wanted to do it, as if Carla were somehow a part of what she and Bob were doing.
Cum flooded her shitter, then crept from her ass opening. She shivered as it melted downward, covered her cunt hairs, ate into her flesh.
"Ohhhh ... all over me," she panted. "I want cum in my pussy ... my ass ... everywhere ... "
She finally closed her eyes and gave a long groan, her body going limp with exhaustion. The pleasures had been almost too good, like an extremely sweet dessert. Her teeth seemed to ache, throb just like her pussy and shitter.
"Mmmmm ... there," Bob said, crushing his full weight downward. His throbbing cock was planted fully inside her ass, stretching her ass opening almost to the breaking point. A last oozing drop of cum melted from his cockhead, joined the rest of the smoldering fuck fluid in her ass canal. "Wow ... I think I could fuck this baby for days and days," he added.
Well, I guess that is that, Donna thought. Surely they must be as exhausted as she was. They would probably find someplace to sleep and then ... did she dare hope to escape?
Or did she want to?
"Go get us some beer," Tony said to Carla. "Then you and this lady here can give us a little, uh ... show."
"Sure," Carla said, brightening.
"A show?" Donna asked a few seconds later after Carla had practically run out of the room. "What do you mean ... a show?"
"You like licking pussy?" Tony said softly, kneeling beside her.
"No!" Donna said, horrified.
"That's a shame," Tony laughed, "because pussy is so fucking sweet to eat."
Donna's mind screamed in torment. Surely they weren't so sadistic as to make her ...
She couldn't even name it. It was perverted!
Carla bounced back into the room carrying several cans of beer. After handing them to the men, she knelt beside Donna and smiled broadly.
"Did you tell her?" she said, although she kept her eyes on Donna's face.
"Yeah," Tony said. "Let me get her fixed up for you."
Donna was so terrified, so disgusted she couldn't even fight it when he pulled the bonds from her feet and hands. And when he jerked her off the bed, she felt like a rag doll.
Then, with a mixture of horror and rage, she saw Tony lift a chair and slam it against the ceiling. Plaster fell like rain, exposing rafters. From somewhere he had gotten a long rope, and threw it over one of the rafters.
"Get over here," he said to Donna, yanking her under the rope. "There," he said, wrapping one end of the rope around her wrists.
Donna was tied up, then Tony jerked the slack out of the other end. He attached it to the doorknob of the locked closet, lifting Donna off the floor until just the tips of her toes touched the carpet.
"Ohhhh ... God, that ... hurts," she panted, feeling jolts of burning pain shoot down her arms.
"Go get her, Carla," Tony said, sitting down and taking a sip of his beer. "Lick that little pussy to death."
The pain no longer mattered to Donna. She was going to be subjected to something worse than pain.
"I'm going to suck on your sweet pussy," Carla said, finishing her thought. "Mmmmmm, the best way to eat cum is right out of a hot cunt."
When the woman knelt before Donna, Donna thought she would die from shame. The men were sitting around her and Carla, their eyes glinting like hungry panthers in the night.
And then she felt the tip of Carla's tongue against her cunt opening.
Donna's scream was silent, but it exploded inside her brain like an atomic blast.