Chapter 9
Joe had tired of beating the woman, getting back on the ladder and unhooking the chains that kept her swinging above the floor. Angie murmured thanks as she felt the floor touch her bare feet once more. But Joe hadn't finished with her yet. Shoving her down onto the concrete, he forced the woman into a doggie position, tucking her knees under her belly, then getting down behind her like a dog and grabbing hold of her hipbones. Angie felt her cunt burning, simmering as if someone had lit a hot fire under it. How the juices ran from her fuck-hole, oozing down her thighs, wetting her kneecaps. All the beating, the degradation and the obscene talk had turned her on as never before. She could hear Joe breathing heavily behind her, heard the sound of his zipper jiggling down, then felt the familiar hot, steely touch of his prick against her ass-cheeks. Angie tried twisting her head around to see what Joe was doing. But the beating, the arousal had seemed to steal her of all strength. She knelt there, her head hanging from between her jutting shoulders, her hair sweeping over her knuckles, her knees hurting from the cold pressure of the basement floor. All she wanted at this point was his prick, his hard, thick cock sliding into her oozing pussy, touching her clit, driving her into that wonderful golden-red world of climax.
"Uhhhh..." she moaned.
More sparks showered into her cunt, waves of delight searing her brain as Joe's prickhead touched her pussylips. The drop of pre-cum at the end of his cock touched her clit, acting like a drop of acid on the tender, supersensitive wand of fuck flesh. Angie trembled, curling her fingers, clawing her shattered nails over the concrete, waiting for his cock to go in all the way.
With a forward thrust of his hips, Joe centered his prick over her cunthole, then shoved in. The woman moaned low, arching her back, her eyes widening and rounding while her jaw slackened. How good it was to feel his prick stuffing at her cuntsleeve, rolling forward, sinking long and hard into her pussy. Angie had the steamy, belly-filling tension of his prick inside her all over again. She moved her thighs from side to side like a flour sifter, pressing backward, wanting to feel all his cock against her.
"Oh, yeahhh..." Joe grunted, shoving forward again, drawing his legs up against hers. With a greasy, slippery slide, the head of his prick popped past the tense ring of her cuntmouth and shot all the way in. Angie m couldn't believe she was feeling all this. She moved from left to right, feeling Joe's fingers slipping around the harness. He was tugging back, jerking the small straps around her shoulders toward him, forcing the leather to cut into her flesh. At the same time he was fucking her, the big stud slipped his other hand around the waist strap, forcing the crotch leather straps to slide into her cunt just around his pile driving prick. Having that leather sliding into her wet, dark-red cuntmeat while being fucked was too much for the gasping blonde. Angie tossed her head around from side to side, gulping in lungfuls of air as she felt the slippery slide of that leather, lubricated by her own juices and Joe's prick grease.
In and out, in and out, the teasing, steady fucking rhythm of his fat hard cock drove her higher and higher with each pistoning drive. In a while Angie began moving her ass in circles, feeling his cock ballooning out in her cunt, taking over every action of her body. Joe slapped her ass at times, calling her filthy name in the book, telling her how he was going to dump his load in her cunt.
"Uhhh ... ooooohhhhhh!" she moaned.
His hands slipped down to her tits, pinching her nipples, squeezing the flesh until Angie squealed in pain and pleasure. Her cunt burned terribly, and Joe was putting out the fire with his wonderful prick. Her pulse raced faster and faster, scorching her veins while she tossed her hips with a wild abandon. Fucking, fucking, she would be fucking all night if she could. The heat in her pussy climbed higher and higher, burning her brain, taking all thought away from her.
"Ohhhh, yeah, baby, fuck it out ... fuck it out, move that butt!"
"Fuck..."
Angie was mindless with lust, feeling an angry fire starting up at the mount of her cunt-hole. A gathering rush in her veins was strong, too strong for her to stop. She grunted, ramming her pussy back onto his prick, feeling his balls flattening up against her ass. She was going to cum! Yes, she could feel her cunt winding up, getting ready for a long, hard, hot cum.
"Now, bitch!"
She felt Joe's prick vibrating inside her, jerking around like a small animal. Then there was the distinctive feel of his jizz spattering against her convulsing cuntwalls. That was all she needed. The blonde woman pitched over the edge, exploding into millions of pieces as her world came to an end. Angie wept and struggled, her fists pounding the floor while she jerked her head. Overwhelming waves of pleasure tore through her cunt, then exploded up through her spine and into her brain. Every muscle in her body seemed to tighten, cramp then convulse as the massive thrusts of his cum-spewing prick took over. Angie cried out again, feeling her cuntwalls gripping down on his prick time and time again.
"Ooooh ... eayygyghghghhhh!"
Another explosion, this one more powerful than the others. The leather restrained her body as she tried sliding away from the big man behind her. Joe only laughed at her, closing his eyes and finishing dumping his load of jizz into her cunt. When it was over, Angie felt as if she were near-dead. Joe had let go of her, shoving her forward after having pulled his prick from her. She lay sprawled and bound on the floor, her face covered by one hand as she streched the other one down between her legs and felt the burning, pulsing, clenching of her pussy.
"Good thing you were my last delivery," Joe said, wiping one hand over his sweaty forehead. "I got some more plans for you before I take you back."
Angie shook her head, pushing the hair from her eyes. No, she couldn't take any more of this. And yet she guessed Joe had much more in mind before he would be finished with her. t t t
Some miles away, Cindy was having problems of her own. Driven by some strange dark force over which she had no control, the young teen had slipped back into school undetected by the several patrolmen in the corridors. Gus was waiting for her, standing there with his big hands on his fleshy hips, that same terrible, exciting smile on his lips. As she stood there in the doorway, Cindy thought about bolting once more. But she found herself moving toward him, shutting the door behind her.
"Knew you'd be back," he said, a nervous twitch of his cheek the only indication of just how aroused he was.
"I ... I don't know why..."
Cindy couldn't finish the sentence, feeling so excited she could hardly walk, let alone speak. Her cunt was swollen open again, the seepy, swarmy feeling down between her shivering white legs meaning only one thing-a lust for this big animal in front of her who wanted nothing more than to humiliate and fuck her.
"I don't give a fuck why. Just come on over here, bitch, and get outta them clothes."
Cindy sniffed, wiping her nose with the back of one finger, feeling her flesh become so sensitive that it took her breath away. Slowly she removed the red-and-blue blouse, laying it carefully on one high-backed wooden chair, eyeing Gus warily as she reached down and unzipped her skirt, stepping from the garment. Cindy had worn no panties, and now she blushed furiously when Gus made some filthy comment about that. Kicking her sandals free, the young teen stood there stark naked, her alabaster skin glowing under the bare overhead light bulb.
"You like all the other shit I put you through. You dig gettin' put through your paces, right? That's just what I'm gonna do now, baby, put you through your paces."
He led her to the cot, that all-too-familiar cot where she had lost her innocence just a few days ago. Cindy kept her gaze lowered, her hands in front of her, fingers interlaced as Gus went to that horrid box and pulled out bizarre leather accoutrements. One he held looked something like a complex object.
"Come here, baby."
Cindy folded her arms protectively over her tits, shuffling her bare feet over the cellar floor. What would her mother think if she were even to guess what she was doing? And her friends would just have a fit if they suspected what turned her on. Yet no one would find out. They were alone here, alone in this big building, she and Gus acting out their private fantasies. Cindy felt her heart start again after the janitor draped the leather device over her head.
"Ohhhh!" she gasped quietly.
One strap fitted over the center of her skull, the strap dividing in two just between her eyes and going down either side of her nose. They ended at the junction of her lips, kept apart in a broad upside-down Y by a third strap that ran across her face, just below her ears to the back of her head. There were small adjusting straps which Gus tightened now, cinching the leather hard against her cheeks and skull. A small black rubber ball, slightly tinier than the one he had forced in her mouth before, completed the picture, forcing her jaws apart.
"Yeah, baby, yeah ... nice horse, nice pony. Can ride you all the time," Gus laughed, pulling a three-inch-wide studded collar from the box, then fitting it tightly around her throat. Cindy tilted her chin up high, swallowing saliva, her nostrils flaring at the touch of that collar as it pressed against her windpipe. Two straps dangled from the bottom of that device, now hooked around the underswell of her full tits and attached to the back end of the collar.
"Now for these," Gus said, bending one arm back and pressing the fingers against the base of her spine. Cindy groaned against the rubber ball, bending forward until her torso was parallel to the floor, her long blonde hair hung over her face and ears, curtaining her eyes. Gus reached around for her other hand, bending it back and instructing Cindy to keep her hands together while he searched for a set of appropriate wrist cuffs. It didn't take the janitor long to find them, shaking them free, then slipping the leather padded devices around her wrists and snapping them shut. Fear and panic began to rise in her, the same kinds of feelings that had heightened her arousal three days before when he'd roped her to the cot and fucked her mindless. Even now the girl could feel her pussy getting hot, so hot that she thought it would kindle her frizzled cunt hair alive with flame. She shuddered, her knees growing weak, her flesh crawling with unspeakable delight. The cuffs rubbed up against the sore areas that had been chafed by the ropes earlier. Thank goodness her mother hadn't noticed anything during those three days. Of course, she had done all she could to disguise it. And now it was happening all over again, bondage, bondage and fucking, the two becoming so mixed together that Cindy couldn't separate one from the other.
"One more hookup here, bitch."
There was more rattling around in that box as Cindy remained doubled over in that obscene position, her tits hanging from her chest, pulling sexily at her flesh. Gus pulled out two sets of clamps which were attached to one another by a fourteen-inch length of small-linked chain. Immediately Cindy knew what that was for. Bending down, he rubbed the cold metal over her right nipple, making the surrounding flesh crinkle in response. Cindy felt another shiver race up and down her spine. She rubbed her fingers together and felt her cunt lips grow hot and tingly, felt more of the pain, more of that same kind of discomfort that somehow added an incredible spice to her arousal.
The tiny crocodile-like teeth bit into her rubbery nipples, the slight weight of the clamps and attached chain pulling her dark-red flesh out from her areola. Oh, how her cunt burned, tingled and itched with the touch of that horrible little thing. And now Gus was attaching the other one, opening the clamp and letting it chew down on her left nipple! The chain draped in a slight bow toward the floor, pulling his tits out from her chest even more! He had finished with her, finished trussing her up in this horrible outfit. And now he told her to bend down even more, her ass-cheeks high in the air.
"Gonna ride this little doggie ... gonna ride 'er real nice."
Twisting her head around, peering over one shoulder, Cindy watched as Gus slipped out of his greasy gray uniform, sliding his dirty shorts down over his thighs after having pulled off his loafers and socks. There was his prick, the one that had given her so much unholy pleasure the day before. And he was going to fuck her again, going to drive her out of her mind once more with his horrible cock after doing God only knew what with her.
"Mount 'em up. You don't know how much I've thought about doin' this to you girls, baby," Gus panted, stroking his cock with his right hand. "Been peekin' in the Johns, watch-in' you piss and all that shit. You know..." He stroked her cheek slowly. "I even saw a couple girls fingerin' themselves off while in the toilet." He chuckled, swinging one leg over her thigh. "I jacked off then, watchin' some cunt think she was alone while she finger-fucked herself. Man, some of you cunts really get crazy when you cum. You're one of 'em, baby. You get real nuts."
"Ohhfhhffff!" she gasped.
He was on top of her, his legs straddling her lower back as if she were a horse and he the rider. She felt his thick-muscled thighs pressing hard against her sides, his hands rubbing up and down either side of her spine. He twisted his fingers around her hair, pulling back on the strands as if they were reins. Cindy groaned into the rubber ball, snapping her head back, letting her knees nearly buckle to the floor.
"No you don't, baby. You ain't gonna collapse on me, not yet."
He pulled back on her hair hard and knead her, knocking the wind from her lungs. He was actually riding her!
"Come on, move it, baby, move it around here."
His muscular weight nearly crushed her to the floor. Cindy grunted, her face reddening, her mouth puffing out the wind it took to feed her straining body. One foot out, then the other, then the other again, slowly she began making progress, her back nearly cracking in half from Gus' ass pressing down on it. He laughed at her, kicked her several times in the shins, jerked painfully back on her hair and nearly tore it from the roots more than once. Cindy stumbled against the cot, regained her balance, then stumbled again, careening with Gus on her back until she hit the water heater. Nearly losing her balance, the girl leaned heavily to the left, stumbling one foot over the other toward the stairs. It was so hard to move around with Gus on her back, his words biting her pride, his feet kicking hard against her sides, his hands tearing at her hair. He rode her around the basement room like that for nearly ten minutes, giving her directions, then changing them when she had nearly carried them out. Cindy was close to collapsing, feeling her strength quickly abandoning her, when Gus finally tired of this game.
"Good horse. But you're one hell of a better fuck, I know."
She felt him sliding off her body, his fingers caressing the sides of her head, tugging at the bridle around her chin.
"Oooooffff!" she gasped.
"You wanna get fucked like some kinda wild animal, right, baby? That's just what you're gonna get ... one hell of a wild fuck."
Pushing her into an upright position, Gus moved her back, back past the water heater toward the cot until she felt the backs of her legs brush against the chair.
"You probably wouldn't move around much to get away now," Gus said, brushing the backs of his fingers against her cunt and watching her pussylips pucker up at the light touch. "But I'm not gonna take any chances."
Taking a long length of half-inch line from the green box, Gus knotted one end around the cuffs, using a double figure-eight, attacking the free end up around a large hook that had been embedded in the wall behind her. She was restrained further by the rope tugging now at her wrist cuffs. Sliding down, his tongue trailing along her hot, salty flesh, Gus licked down into her navel, then slipped farther, finally lapping at her moist, swollen fuzz-edged pussylips.
Terrified, Cindy moved her hips forward, closing her eyes and letting out a shuddery moan of delight as his tongue licked into her fuck-hole. She felt the juices flowing again, oozing out, dropping onto his lancing tongue. Gus was fully aware that Cindy was responding quickly to his licking, that she wanted to cum in his mouth. He gave her feathery kisses, sucking at times at the smooth, slick surface of her outer pussylips, then stiffening his tongue and stabbing down, down into her cunt until she let out a cry of wild delight and jerked her knees forward, nearly tumbling to the floor.
"Good," Gus nodded, pulling back.
Cindy opened her heavy-lidded eyes, feeling the clamps weigh more heavily on her swollen tits. Somehow he had managed to get hold of another dildo, this one seemingly thicker than the one he'd used to break her cherry days before. He was pushing it in now, stretching the girl's pussy. It slipped past the curled lips of her pouting cunt, making her scream through the rubber ball. It bored into her like some merciless drill. Peering down through tear-blurred eyes, Cindy saw the look of undisguised glee as Gus looked up and saw her expression of terror and pain.
"Uhhfhffff!" she moaned.
Cindy felt ice shoot along her spine as she stared into his glassy eyes. Gus had her where he wanted her-helpless, roped. There was no happiness in his face now, only obscene joy, the joy of one animal overpowering another. He had her tight little pussy stretched more and more, twisting the dildo around like a screwdriver, nearly tearing her sensitive, trembling cunt walls.
"Uhhhhh . .
Cindy pushed her legs apart in an attempt to widen her pussy-hole. Nothing seemed to help. Nothing aided her discomfort as he twisted in another inch or two of that horrible prick into her cunt.