Chapter 10
Tanya stared at herself in the mirror and listened to the rough voices of a mob of men, unable to believe what had happened to her. Outside the door of the bedroom, at least a dozen men were drinking and playing cards and waiting to ravage her. In the mirror, a girl was staring at her who she didn't even recognize.
Bud had changed his mind about the maid outfit. Only the spiked heels remained from that shameful outfit, but the rest had been replaced by clothing that seemed even more degrading.
Tanya was dressed in pink satin shorts and a blue-and-white striped tube top. Her wrists were tied together in front of her with coarse, thick rope, and her legs were hobbled with a length of chain around her thighs. When she walked, she had to bend partly over and take short, chopping steps that made her ass wiggle shamelessly. She still wore a collar and Ieash, but no longer was it the stylish black leather strap she had worn before. Now it was a spiked dog collar, and the leash was another length of silver chain. It was humiliating, sluttish attire.
Beneath the satiny rub of the shorts, Tanya's cunt was naked as a baby's. Beneath the clinging scratch of her tube top halter, Tanya's nipples had been made up with rouge and Iipstick. Her cunt lips had also been given the lipstick treatment, and she shook with the humiliation of how she would look once the mob of men outside had stripped the whorish outfit off her body.
Her pretty, pale face had not escaped Diane's and Susan's attentions either. She had on bright red lipstick and her eyes were ringed with heavy black mascara. They had plastered long false eyelashes on her, and her face was blushed and rouged until she looked Iike a cheap whore.
Tanya wondered what her mother would think of her if she could see her now, what John would think. The shame made her have a short hard orgasm.
Worst of all was her hair. That was what Bud had mentioned to them before he left, and somehow that seemed the most damning evidence of how she had been transformed from a proper young lady to a rutting, piggish slut. They had bleached it. Now her hair was shimmering gold, a color her mother had always disdainfully called peroxide blonde.
Even her face seemed different. Her lips were fuller, almost swollen looking. Her eyelids always seemed half lowered, the long, false eyelashes they had fitted her with brushing over her creamy cheeks. Her tits, trapped tightly by the tube top, seemed bigger and more up thrust than ever before. Her nipples were stiff even now, with no one touching them. It seemed they had stayed constantly erect since Susan and Diane had first grabbed her.
And Tanya's cunt, the tiny, tight pussy that until yesterday had experienced the cock of only one man, was on fire. It was wriggling languidly even now, Leaking cunt cream that stained the crotch of the pink shorts a darker shade of red. It sent shivers of excitement shooting all over her sexy young body.
As the voices outside grew louder, Tanya stood up and headed for the door. Diane and Susan had left for the evening, knowing that when their husbands and their husbands' friends got started, they might not stop with just torturing and abusing Tanya. Although both women Loved rough, kinky sex, neither wanted to divert any of the men's fury from the helpless, captive housewife.
After they had tied Tanya's hands and hobbled her legs they had left her alone in the cramped, windowless bathroom. They had told her what time to go out and introduce herself to the men. Now the time had come.
"Oh, shit!" a man shouted as soon as Tanya stepped through the door. "Oh, shit! You never said she looked like this!"
Tanya bowed her head and hobbled forward, conscious of how lewdly she was dressed, how whorishly she was outfitted. The first man grabbed one of her big tits and squeezed it until she winced with pain. Another hand clamped hard on her right ass cheek and squeezed until she cried out for mercy. Within seconds, seven or eight men gathered around her, mauling her tender body through the sleazy clothes she was wearing.
"Shit, she's fucking centerfold material," one man said as he caught her right nipple between his fingers and pulled it until Tanya thought he was going to rip it from her tit.
"Have a drink, pretty lady," another man said, and he shoved a bottle of cheap whiskey to the submissive beauty's unresisting lips. He tipped the bottle and let the burning alcohol gurgle down the sexy housewife's throat and into her empty stomach.
"Whoooeee!" a third man hollered, wrapping his arms around Tanya's tiny waist and hunching his hard cock between the tight cheeks of her satin-covered ass. "Let's get her out of this shit and fuck her senseless!"
Tanya wasn't sure how many men were surrounding her, but she felt overwhelmed by the multitude of hands that swarmed over her defenseless body. Hands tore and yanked at her tits, squeezed and pinched her ass, stroked her stomach and thighs and sides, and shoulders. Hands were rubbing her face and when Tanya opened her mouth to gasp a hand invaded there, too, stroking over her tongue and cheeks. Hands twisted in her platinum-blonde hair and jerked her first one way and then another.
It was too much activity all at once, and Tanya could feel her already heated body start to overload.
"Mmmmmm . . . yessss . . . " she heard herself moaning in a whorish, throaty voice. "Fuck meeeeeee... all of you, please... fuck me...."
"Shit, yes!" one of the men said and he clamped one strong hand right over the pooching, satin-sheathed lips of her pussy. "We'll fuck you bowlegged, Little bitch!"
"Get the fuck away from her, you clowns!" Bud roared, and in an instant the men had left the squirming, moaning girl alone. She cried out in anguish at being abandoned. "Get over here you bitch! A card game needs a dancer, and l want you up on this table putting on a show. There's plenty enough time for the rest of you jerks to fuck her afterward. Shit, she'll only be around for the next ten years or so!"
Tanya shuddered with a mixture of horror and desire at that thought and walked slowly toward the table where Bud sat with Harry and Robert. Somehow, walking under her own power to these three men was a thousand times more degrading than being rushed and assaulted by the others.
By the time she reached the table, she was already cumming.
"Hold on a second before you get started, Bud!" one of the men shouted. "She's been hogging this bathroom for almost an hour, and I've got to take a wicked piss."
A slow, serpent's smile spread across Bud's face, and Tanya trembled with shame and lust. He pointed to the floor, and she sank to her knees, rubbing her silky thighs together as her cunt boiled with excitement.
"Beg," Bud told her.
"Wait!" she cried to the man stepping into the bathroom. "Please don't waste your yummy piss in that old toilet. I'm a toilet, too, and l need your piss so bad!"
The men laughed. They had been drinking beer and whiskey for an hour, getting boozed up for the gang-bang they knew was coming, and they had been getting in line to use the bathroom. Now they all turned to the kneeling, shivering girl.
The man who had been at the door was the first one to stand over her.
"Please," she whimpered. It was hard to talk because of the tornado of excitement that was blowing through her sleek, supple body. "I'm a better toilet than any dirty old stooI. Don't you like my lips? Don't you think l have a pretty face? You can piss right between my Iips, all over my face. Please, piss in my toilet face!"
"DeaI," the man said with a grin, and he started pissing.
They waited for her mouth the way they would have waited for a single toilet at a ball game. After the first man shook the last drops of his piss into her open, waiting mouth, the next man stepped up to take his place. Then the next, and the next and the next.
Tanya lost track of how many men pissed down her throat, but her mouth finally grew numb from the stinging flood of piss. Her stomach felt bloated and heavy from the neverending flow, and she felt a growing need to piss, herself.
Between every man, Bud would give her a shot of whiskey, and by the time the last man filled her mouth with his foaming piss, Tanya felt the world tilting and twisting at crazy angles. When a couple of the men pulled her to her feet, she almost toppled over on the high spike heels.
"Shit," one of the men said in wonderment after Harry and Robert had forced her up onto the table. "The slut didn't miss a single drop. What kind of sleazy whore have you got here?"
"Let me tell you something, boy," Bud growled, staring up at the statuesque young beauty as she stood unsurely on the high table. "Before yesterday, this sexy slut had only fucked one man, and he was her husband. She was a stuck-up, tight-assed, high-society lady Just look at the pretty bitch now." He handed her something that made her cry out with shock and shame, the dildo Diane and Susan had used on her the day before. "Dance real sexy, bitch, and use this on yourself. You can't take your clothes off, but you move 'em around so everybody can see the good parts. And l think you know where this thing needs to go."
Tanya giggled, booze and lust and shame combining to make her giddy. She Looked out over the gang of men that crowded the living room and shivered at the thought that every single one of them had pissed on her, in her. She knew that soon every one of the would have fucked her. She felt like a goddess of love who was desired by all men, Like a high school slut who was going to take on the whole football team.
SIowly, sinuously, she began to rotate her hips.
She looked out at them with lust-Iidded eyes and did a torrid bump and grind. Her head lolled, her long, bleached-blonde hair trailing down her back as she squirmed and shimmied. She knew how long her lean, shapely legs looked with the spiked heels on and so she rubbed them together, giving herself pleasure as she turned on the mob of men. She raised her, tied hands to the tube top and slowly, teasingly, rolled it down over her thrusting, pointed tits. When she uncovered her nipples, two men rushed the table and had to be pulled back so she could continue.
She ran her hands over her tits, stroked the heated tit flesh until her nipples were as hard as bullets. She cupped her lush, firm tits and pushed them up. She pinched her nipples until spasms of ecstasy rushed through her body and she moaned and sighed through a shattering climax.
Her bright-pink shorts were dripping cunt juice now, and the men hooted and Laughed and called her filthy names as they watched the heavy drops of pussy cream splatter against the table.
Tanya laughed with them, reveling in their ridicule and turned on by the names they called her. She was a pig, she was a cow, she was a bitch dog and a she goat and a heifer and a slut. She ran her hands over her thrusting tits and down her stomach. Then slowly, sexily, she began to pull down her panties.
"Shit shit shit!" a man screamed when he saw her bare cunt. "She's clean as a schoolgirl pussy down there fuck, I haven't seen anything like that since l was in junior high!"
"Please, Bud?" another man moaned. "Let us fuck her now!"
Bud just laughed and shook his head and watched with glittering eyes as the demented young thing did her sex dance on the table. He knew that by the time she was done the men in this room would be whipped into such a high state of lust that they would overwhelm her, fuck her into the ground. He had already taught her that she was a slave and a slut. Now he wanted to show her that her very life was his to rule.
Tanya rubbed the spiked rubber dildo over the rouged, swollen lips of her cunt. She was still sore and swollen from the terrible fucking Diane and Susan had given her. Even the heavy pull on her bladder, the terrible need to piss, only turned her on more. Without warning, she drove the dildo as deep up her cunt as she could and began to fuck the rubber prick.
"Yessssss. . ." she hissed, her gorgeous body sparkling with sweat as she rotated her hips on the dildo she was plunging in and out of her cunt. "Let me see your sweet, hard cocks! Let the slut see what she's going to be fucking! I'm such a whore! I can't wait to fuck you alI!"
She hunched her shoulders and lowered her head to feast on her stiff nipples as she fucked the dildo relentlessly in and out of her squirming cunt, then she looked out across her audience as though begging them to fuck her.
Her cunt lips were fluttering wildly around the pistoning rubber spike. Pussy cream was flowing down her thighs, catching in the seat of the pink shorts. Her juices overflowed the tiny bottom and showered down to the table as if from a fountain. One orgasm piled on top of another until she was cumming constantly.
The men watched with rising, uncontrollable passion as the depraved housewife brazenly displayed her lust and beauty.
Without warning, she yanked the dildo out of her cunt and with one smooth, sure motion she sent it slamming up her ass. The men groaned almost as one as she plunged the spiked dildo to the hilt inside her asshole. They groaned again when she balled her dainty right hand into a fist and began to force it up her cunt.
"We've done it, we've really done it!" Robert said, as if even he didn't fully believe what he was seeing. "We've turned her on so much she can't get enough."
"We own her," Bud said, puffing on his cigar. "We own her creamy tits and tight cunt and pretty ass. She's going to keep all three of us happy for a long time."
The orgasms were coming too fast and too hard now. One wasn't ending before the next one began, and each one seemed twice as explosive as the one it followed. Tanya slammed her fist into her cunt and screwed the dildo up her ass until her legs shook and her back ached with strain. Cunt cream was everywhere, pouring down her pistoning arm and shivering legs, splattering up over her stomach and tits and even into her face. She was frothing at the mouth and snapping at the air like a maddened dog.
"Who are you?" she screamed, staring out at the men who watched her. "Why aren't you fucking me? I need cock! I need cock! Please fuck me!"
"Let's get things going," Bud said, standing up.
He placed one fat hand against the quivering flatness of Tanya's stomach and shoved. She fell off the table backward, slamming into the floor still writhing with passion.
Twenty men fell on her.