Chapter 3

When Barbara came around again, everything was hazy at first, her head slowly clearing and her muscles aching.

Then she realized she was strung up, hanging by her wrists. She was strung up and spread-eagled and completely naked.

Oh, God, where am I? she thought.

Then she saw the man.

He was an ordinary-looking man sitting in a chair facing her. He had no expression on his face.

She sobbed and said: "Who are you?"

He smiled, showed his teeth, hardly moved and said: "You can call me Bruno."

She remembered the gang rape, the motel room, the way they fucked her cunt and ass. She remembered the cocks in her ass, the pain.

Oh, God, what's happening to me? she thought. And now this one. He calls himself Bruno.

"Please let me go," she sobbed. "I don't know who you are, but please let me go. I haven't done anything to you, have I? Please, I beg you. I was raped by three men, I want the police. I'll pay you. Please help me."

He just smiled at her. Then he said: "Don't be stupid. I bought you. You're all bought and paid for. Just relax."

"Oh, God!" she cried. She pulled at the ropes that held her. She squirmed like a captured animal. That was what she was, a captured animal, the way she was spread-eagled and naked.

She saw the way he looked at her body, at her tits and cunt bush. What difference does it make? she thought. It made no difference, not after the way she was raped.

Bruno just sat there with a smirk on his face, his eyes on her cunt. Her struggling opened her cuntlips. She could feel herself wide open. It was awful.

Then he suddenly pulled his cock out of his pants. She was caught by surprise. She gasped at the sight of his big prick out in the open.

His cock twitched as it protruded out of his fly like a huge sausage. Then his fingers curled around his cockshaft. He gripped the lower part of his cock and the veins in his cockshaft bulged. His cockhead was like a huge bloated plum, purplish in color, the juices brimming in his piss-hole.

He slowly pumped his prick as he watched her squirm. His eyes moved up and down between her tits and her cunt. She cried and she sobbed, but there was nothing she could do. She was helpless.

After a while he rose up from the chair. He walked around her and looked at her ass. Then she felt his hands.

First he squeezed her ass and then his hands moved up to her tits. He bounced her tits, weighing them on his palms, then pinching her nipples with his fingers.

"Do you like to fuck?" he said.

He dropped her tits and moved around to face her. His cock was still exposed, still hanging out of his fly, and she couldn't help staring at it.

"Please let me go," she sobbed.

"I asked you a question, bitch. Do you like to fuck?"

She started crying again and he suddenly slapped her and growled.

"Do you like to fuck?"

"I don't know, maybe sometimes," she sobbed. "I don't know."

He slapped her again. "What about cock-sucking? Are you any good at it?"

She was afraid of him. "I don't have much experience."

He kept his hands on her tits. He chuckled. He looked into her eyes as he squeezed her tits. "You've got a nice solid ass," he said. "That's your best asset. I like fucking a solid ass."

He walked away from her and picked up something from a table. He pulled the chair he'd been sitting on closer to her and sat down.

His eyes were level with her pussy, with her spread cunt. She cringed as he ran his hands over her thighs.

His fingers tickled her. She bent her neck to look down at what he had in his hand. It was an instrument of some sort. Then her blood ran cold as she recognized what it was. A pair of needle-nosed pliers.

She screamed as he pushed her cuntlips around with the point of the pliers.

But he didn't hurt her, not yet. It was the expectation that made her scream.

Then he opened the pliers, grabbed her left cuntlip and pulled it outward. He opened her cunt to have a look at the pink interior.

He spread her cuntlips apart with his fingers, pushed the pliers part way inside her cunthole and used them to spread the mouth of her pussy.

He peered inside her cunthole. She held her breath. She was afraid to move, afraid to scream, afraid he would hurt her.

Then his fingers spread her cuntlips even more. The pliers were out of her cunthole now, and her heart pounded as she watched the tip of the pliers move to her clit.

He pulled the hood of her clit back, pinched the shaft with the pliers. He wiggled her clit, suddenly pinched it harder. The awful pain almost made her pass out, but he eased the pressure almost immediately.

"Tell me about Wilbur and his friends," he said. "Tell me what they did to you."

"They raped me," she sobbed.

"Where?"

"Everywhere."

He pinched her clit again and she groaned.

"Tell me where," he said. "Your mouth? You sucked their cocks?"

"Yes."

"Your ass? Did they fuck your ass?"

"Yes."

"How many of them?"

"I don't know, I think all of them. I fainted. I don't know."

"Bastards," Bruno said. "They told me they didn't lay a hand on you. They nearly fucked you out, didn't they? Well, we'll have to see if you're any good. The bastards. You can't trust anyone these days, everyone lies."

He walked away from her and pushed a button in a small gadget on a table. Within seconds a door opened and a woman came in.

She was an older woman, an attractive woman with blue-gray hair, and she was wearing a kitchen apron.

"Yes, Mr. Bruno?" she said. Her eyes were on Barbara. Her eyes took it all in, Barbara spread-eagled, her tits and cunt exposed. The woman's eyes were mocking, but not surprised.

Bruno said: "Clean her ass, Edith. Give her an enema. Get the stuff and bring it here."

Barbara groaned. They couldn't, they wouldn't, she thought. She didn't believe it. The whole thing was a dream.

No, it was real. Here she was tied up and helpless. There was the woman leaving the room. His housekeeper or something, but now off to get the equipment to give her an enema.

Barbara started sweating. She was so afraid and humiliated. Would he watch it? She couldn't bear the thought of him watching it. But of course he would watch it.

Then Edith came back carrying the enema equipment, the bag filled with water, a large pot and some other things.

Barbara cringed. She shuddered and squirmed on the ropes. She began crying again.

Bruno told her to shut up. He slapped her face until she stopped crying. She wanted to die. How horrible to be treated like this.

Then Edith was there close to her. She could smell the housekeeper, a heavy kitchen smell. She felt Edith's hands on her ass.

Edith said: "She's built nice, Mr. Bruno."

Bruno chuckled. "You like her, huh?"

"She's very nice, young and healthy."

"I bet you'd like a crack at her, you old bitch."

Bruno laughed and Edith laughed with him.

"I wouldn't mind," the housekeeper said. Barbara could see Edith's white teeth flashing. "Can I touch a little bit, Mr. Bruno?"

"Sure, go on, feel her up all you want."

Edith pressed close now. She smiled at Barbara, showing her white teeth, her breath warm against Barbara's face.

The housekeeper hefted Barbara's tits, pulling her nipples outward with her fingers. She squeezed Barbara's ass. Then she kept one hand on Barbara's ass and moved the other hand around in front to probe Barbara's cunt.

"You like my fingers?" Edith said. "Yes, you do, I can tell."

One finger fucked inside Barbara's asshole, another finger inside her cunthole. The two fingers rubbed against each other through the wall separating Barbara's cunt-channel and shit-tube.

Edith whispered in Barbara's ear: "Are you afraid?"

Barbara shuddered and groaned. "Yes."

Edith chuckled. "Piss on my hand a little bit. Go on, I don't mind."

Barbara was shocked. She groaned again as Edith insisted.

"Go on, piss," Edith said. She cruelly twisted the finger in Barbara's ass.

Barbara jerked her body in response. The pain was awful. She sobbed as Edith churned her finger again. It was too much. She let go. She let some piss come out. Edith chuckled and rubbed the piss over Barbara's cunt.

"She's afraid of piss, Mr. Bruno. You'll have some fun with her."

Bruno leaned back, stroked his cock. "You got her pissing?"

"Just a little," Edith said. She showed Bruno her wet hand and they both laughed.

Then Edith's hand was back at Barbara's cunt again. She pinched her clit, this time pinching hard until Barbara threw her head back and screamed.

She could feel Edith's fingernails tearing at her clit. She screamed again, tossing her head from side to side.

Finally Edith pulled her hand away. She reached for the enema bag, fondled the nozzle and showed it to Barbara. The housekeeper smiled as she put some Vaseline on the nozzle.

Then Edith moved behind Barbara and patted her asscheeks.

Bruno left his chair and walked over to one of the walls. He pushed a button and Barbara's arms were suddenly loosened. Her arms came down. Edith pushed at Barbara's head and shoulders, forcing her to bend over.

Her arms down, her tits hanging, Barbara found herself bent double to take the enema nozzle.

A soft cry escaped Barbara's throat as Edith pushed the nozzle inside her ass.

Edith smacked her lips with satisfaction. "Very nice," the housekeeper said. "She's got a cute little asshole."

Barbara focused her attention on the feel of the nozzle as it slid deep inside her ass. It was hard for her to believe the reality of what was happening.

Then suddenly she felt the water going in, the water filling her shitter all the way inside.

The water poured into her ass too quickly fill her guts. It blew her up like a balloon. She wanted to faint. All that water. The shame of it, to be bent over like this. Like an animal. This smelly old woman pinching her ass.

"Nice," Edith said. "She takes it nicely, Mr. Bruno. She'll be all clean for you."

Bruno came behind Barbara to look at the nozzle in her ass, to inspect her asshole. He ran his hands over her ass and then over her bulging belly.

"Okay, that's enough," he said.

Finally the enema stopped, the water stopped flowing. She felt as though her insides would explode any moment. The pressure was painful. If only she could faint.

Then Edith moved behind her, positioned the large pot, forced her to squat. Brutally pinching Barbara's tits, Edith said: "Let it go, honey, let it come out. You can't hold all that water inside. It's not good for you."

Barbara suddenly let go. Her asshole exploded as the water gushed out.

Both Edith and Bruno chuckled with satisfaction as they watched.

The water gushed in a torrent, splashing into the pot under Barbara's ass, gushing out of her shithole.

The water slowed to a stream and then finally it was just dripping, no more than a few drops falling from her asshole.

Edith said: "All right, Mr. Bruno, she's clean now."

Bruno grunted and sat down in his chair again. "Go on, whip her ass. Let's see what she can take."

"You mean it, Mr. Bruno?"

"Sure, I mean it. Give her a workout."

Edith gave her a workout, all right. The housekeeper beat her ass with a belt for ten minutes while Barbara screamed in agony. The burning pain was unbearable. Her ass felt so huge. First the enema and now the whipping. She was sure she couldn't survive the ordeal.

After that Bruno left his chair and again came behind Barbara. He squeezed her asscheeks, pushed against her. She hardly realized what was happening and then it came to her. She felt his cock painfully stretching her asshole. He was fucking her ass.

He fucked the whole length of his cock inside her ass, then he pulled out and slammed in again.

Her asshole was wide open. His cock slid in and out smoothly as he fucked her ass, as he pounded his fat salami of a cock in her shitter.

Then he grunted and came, spurted his jism inside her ass. He lunged against her as he emptied his balls.

After that he was out of her ass again, moving in front of her, pulling her head up with his hands, forcing her mouth open.

"Go on, suck it," he said. "Get a taste of your ass." He chuckled and slapped her face as he filled her mouth with his thick cock.