Chapter 6
Again the gag was used on her. Jack had tired once more of listening to Karen's whimpering. While she still hung limply, almost lifelessly from the ceiling, the young stud had found another ball gag. Karen didn't bother fighting him this time. She opened her mouth on command, swallowing the ball until she felt the latex sliding over her molars. Jack fixed the leather straps around the back of her head, pulling them tight.
"We're gonna keep you here, baby, but we're gonna change some things first."
Karen watched, her arms still high above her head and spread as Jack dragged a small wooden stool over to her. Looking down, the girl saw there was a half-inch wide leather strap with a buckle attached to the top of the stool.
"Now, we're gonna see just how fuckin' hot you are, baby ... and I won't need you to tell me how the fuck you feel."
Jack reached up, unfastening the wrist cuffs, letting Karen fall against him.
"Yeah, you're pretty tired from all this shit, baby. But I'm gonna spike you up. You ain't gonna feel much like sleepin' when ol' Jack sticks his fat dick into you."
In spite of herself, the girl felt something like a rush of hope splash around her. Unfastening the chains around her ankles. Jack kept the cuffs fastened to her legs, half-dragging, half-carrying the girl to the stool. Karen tried to shake herself to a higher state of consciousness and he upended her, sitting her on the small bench.
"Uhhhh ..." Karen groaned in her misery.
Jack ran his fingers through her pussy hairs again, laughing at her distress.
She gasped as Jack bent over and grabbed one leg, hauling it roughly from the floor. She spread her arms out and leaned forward to keep from toppling backward from the stool. He was stretching her leg up higher and higher, grasping her hard by the ball of her foot until her ankle was brushing against one end of the overhead horizontal bar. Quickly the young stud fastened her leg cuff to the bar, grabbing the other leg and doing the same to it. Karen found herself in a spread-eagled position once more. This time, her legs were high in the air, her ass pinching down against the hard seat of that three-legged stool.
"This'll keep you from slidin' around too much, just like the straps in the rack did."
He stretched the brown leather belt tightly around her waist, fastening the girl to the stool with one movement.
"Now, for the fun," he said.
Karen watched as he shed his shirt, then unbuckled his white tight-fitting trousers and slipped them over his knees. She saw he was wearing a jockstrap-an old, worn, sweaty one that he began fingering and shoving down. Through the dirty ribbed material she could clearly make out the outline of his prick-long, thick, meaty. Her heart pounded crazily as the elastic straps slipped over his hips and down his legs. Immediately his cock sprang up-hard and throbbing, the thick blue veins pulsing against the dark-pink outer skin. Karen swallowed again. She could see his leathery balls rising in their sac, pressing up against his groin. Stepping out from his trousers and jockstrap, he kicked the garments away, scratching his balls. His prick wagged back and forth with each slow step he took.
"This is gonna feel real nice, fucking into your cunt, baby. Bet it's the first time you been fucked-except for those damned dildos ol' Martha reamed you with, right, bitch?"
Karen couldn't talk. She mumbled something through the rubber ball as he walked up to her. His prick was hard, pointing directly at her pussy.
"Back, bitch."
She felt his hands cupping her full, high-riding tits. He pressed her back until her spine was horizontal with the floor. Jack was holding two pieces of rope in one hand, rubbing them up over her nipples, then pushing her arms down until the wrists pressed against two of the three stool supports.
Deftly the big attendant slipped the half-inch line around her right wrist, attaching it to one of the wooden legs in a double figure-eight. At the same time, Karen could feel his cock jabbing at her cunt, the big meaty prickhead slipping up and down the fur-lined length of her pussy.
Jack moved to the other arm, wrapping the line around her wrist and likewise fastening it to the second stool leg. Karen cried out, her spine aching from the terrible, awkward position her body had been cast in. Her asscheeks hurt, rubbing up against the stool, the full weight of her body on her tail bone. Her legs quivered, stretched out and up by the overhead bar while her head dropped toward the floor, her hair brushing over the cold, dirty flagstones. This was worse than the rack, worse than the cross, even worse than being stretched by the overheated pole. How every bone in her body ached as Jack fitted himself between her splayed thighs, his hands cupping and massaging her tits which looked like two mounds of white pudding on her heaving chest.
"That's-the way I like to fuck 'em ... nice and quiet except for the moans that tell me I'm doin' it right."
Karen felt his hands crawling all over her tits, his fingers and thumbs pinching her half-inch-long red nipples until she squealed through the rubber ball. More than once the struggling girl thought she would fall from the stool. But the tight-fitting strap fitted around her waist kept her braced to the seat.
"Nice, tits, nice ..."
Leaning forward, Jack cupped his lips around one hard-tipped mound, sucking the nipple between the small gap in his front teeth while pinching the other with his trembling fingers. Karen moved her ass against the hard stool, her knees shaking while her cunt winked open from the heat rising between her legs. She could feel the brushing of his large square front teeth as he nibbled at her nipples. She groaned again, feeling dizzy from the way her head dangled toward the floor. The sweep of her hair brushed over the legs of the stool while her fingers gripped at thin air.
"Ohhhh, baby, baby ..."
Jack moved to her other tit, sucking at the nipple hard, then chewing down at the wrinkly surrounding areola. Karen screamed at the pain and pleasure caused by that move. Her leg muscles tensed, bulging against her sweat-dampened flesh while her ass pressed against the hard stool top. Jack's spit slathered down her tits, running down her sides as his tongue flicked and teased at her hard nipples.
"Uhhhhhhh ..."
"Man, your body's burnin' up ... really gettin' hot under ol' Jack. I'm gonna make you think you're gonna explode by the time I get through with you."
Karen gasped, feeling sensations she didn't believe existed as that wet tongue worked around her nipples, then down to her navel. Jack was rubbing his hands along her asscheeks, squeezing the flesh, the moving down farther until his fingers dug into her ass crack. He lifted her ass slightly from the stool, the leather strap pressing more firmly into her thighs and leaving a long red mark from the pressure. At the same time his mouth moved lower and lower until it reached the fur-edged wet slit of her cunt. The stud moved his hands up, pressing her thighs, spreading her outer lips apart. Karen wriggled her thighs against his clinging hands, feeling her cuntlips unstick and peel back. Like some kind of horrible needle, his narrow tongue shot out and stabbed into the girl's creaming pussy. Karen shuddered, moving her ass as much as she could. Stars exploded behind her eyes as she tugged at her bonds. At times, the stool scraped along the flagstone floor as her body pitched against the top.
"Yeah, man, yeah, move that fuckin' body, move it around!"
Karen couldn't keep from moving. She thrashed wildly against the stool, her toes curling, her back arching while her head banged against the third leg of the stool.
"Yuughghhhghghhgg!"
Chewing down on the rubber ball, Karen felt Jack's tongue licking deep inside her, his tongue teasing up her pussy lips, then finally brushing tinglingly against her clit. For a second the girl thought she was going to lose control again as his lips, his fingers, his tongue tantalized her cunt her again and again.
"Oh baby, that's good, real good. I ain't never tongue-fucked somebody as hot as you. Man, you dig this, dig havin' your hands and legs tied up while you're gettin' serviced. Yeah, I dig it too."
"Ughghhghghhg!"
To her shame and degradation, Karen had to admit to the truth Jack was telling. She did love his sucking mouth. She did love the way his tongue was fucking in and out of her cunt, stabbing her like some tiny cock. Her ass crack widened against the stool, perspiration streaking her full, flattened asscheeks while the tendons bulged out against her inner thighs.
"Could suck this fuckin' pussy all damned night. But that ain't what I came here to do."
Still Jack kept his mouth glued to her cunt, rubbing his lips against her pussy lips, fucking his tongue in and out of her cunt until Karen thought she was going to cum against his jaw. She felt the flooding juices of her cunt seeping out now, getting thicker and hotter as the big stud serviced her pussy. The tickling of his kisses against her pussy was driving her mad. He licked deep into her cunt, his chin fitting up against the lower junction of her cuntlips so naturally. The pain and humiliation she had undergone and suffered earlier evaporated under the heated excitement of her arousal.
"Huhrhhrhrhhrhrrrrr!"
Karen felt him rimming the puffy outer edges of her cuntlips while his fingers toyed with the sore muscle just under her clit. The girl let out another rush of groans, feeling more and more fuck juice seeping from her slit and wetting down her thighs.
"Enough of this shit!"
Jack pulled back, wiping his lips with the back of one hand. Karen watched as he pulled several loose blonde hairs from his front teeth, spitting out the rest. He was going to do it now, going to fuck her. No dildos. No tongues. This was the real thing. Karen sucked in a deep breath and held it, chewing down on that horrid latex ball keeping her jaws spread widely apart.
"Ughghhhghhhhh!"
"Now, gonna do it, gonna fill you up with my meat. And, man, it's gonna feel real nice. You're gonna cry by the time I get through stickin' my cock up your hot little pussy," Jack growled, working his fingers along his hefty prick.
"Uhhhhh!"
Karen watched as he braced himself against her, his knees on the floor to give him better thrusting power. She could feel the blind stabs of his prickhead again. Her pussy muscles cramped, making her cuntal walls slap together.
"Yeah, good hot fuckin'."
Jack locked in, centering his prickhead over her drooling hole. With one mighty lunge, he fucked in, his balls slapping forward against the leading edge of the stool.
Karen cried out, again chewing down on the rubber ball while air blew out from her flared, burning nostrils. This was so much better than that awful dildo vibrating its way up into her cunt. Jack was wiggling his hips back and forth, letting her feel every inch of his prick while reaching up now and squeezing her tits with both hands. Her nipples popped up between his fingers while his prick squeezed against her moist cunt meat.
"Ughhghhhh!"
Her moan of delight sent chills up both their spines. Karen jerked her arms against the stool again, wishing she could wrap them around the attendant's body as he fucked more of his mighty prick into her seething cunt.
"Man, you're ... uhhhh ... so fuckin' tight you're gonna strangle this mother."
Jack stopped, halfway in, shaking the sweat from his head. His knees slipped forward, his thighs tensing from the pressure of her resisting muscles.
"Come on, baby, come on and let ol' Jack in or he's gonna rip it."
Karen ground her teeth against the ball, her cunt shattering as Jack grunted once more and shoved down. She was tight, so very, very tight. It was like sinking his hard prick into barely melting butter.
Karen cried out again, thinking her body would split in two. It was a strange sensation-pressure, some pain and some pleasure raging through her spread cunt.
"Oh yeah, come on, that's it. Yeah, I can feel you openin' up for me."
The chains holding her legs to the overhead bar rattled and clanked while Karen felt his prick fucking deeper into her hot pussy. She gurgled and cried, her shoulders hanging helplessly over the stool. Jack flexed his spine, fucking yet another inch of cock into her soppy cunt. The girl grimaced, her back arching, her legs tensing once more while her fingernails began breaking against the stool leg.
A low moan, all but inaudible, seeped from her throat. Now Karen wanted that prick deep in her. In spite of this being her first time, all the hurt and pain and humiliation had created a need for something warm, something overpowering in her.
Jack drew back. Karen shuddered, feeling her cunt walls shrinking back behind the retreating cockhead. He kept only the head of his prick buried inside her, hunching lightly, teasing her, watching her face turn while as he rode high and brushed up against her clit.
"Noooooooffffff!"
Jack fucked back in fast, his cock nearly sliding all the way in.
Karen nearly fainted from the pressure deep in her cunt. He passed the spot where her cherry had been anchored, tunneling deep, spreading her trembling slick cunt walls with his bulbous cockhead. Jack held her shoulders, gripping so hard that his fingers bruised her flesh. At the same time, he dropped his head, his tongue flicking deep into her mouth while his balls rubbed up against her asscheeks.
"Uhhhh!"
Karen felt her body resting on his cock. He drew back once more, his prick-knob just beyond the most sensitive part of her pussy. He was stimulating the nerves of her clit again and again with his steady fucking. His fingers were tracing her shoulders, then moving back down to her tits and squeezing her nipples while his tongue flicked back into her throat, against the ball. She could taste herself for a while, the flavor of her cunt that remained on his lips and tongue. It was almost the same flavor as Dr. While's pussy.
"Fuck it out, baby ... man, fuckin' you is like fuckin' a tight fist!"
"Uhhhhhhhhh!"
Karen forgot about the pain, the horror surrounding her and the others. All she thought about was this man and what he was doing to her. Jack pulled back a little farther, his flanged prickhead tugging at her cunt muscles wildly. Karen wiggled her hips once more, silently begging him to fuck her.
"Fuck it out, fuck it out!"
Karen arched her back as much as she could, feeling the ridge of his prick sliding along her outer cuntlips. He began fucking her slowly, his cock fucking her steadily until she thought she would pass out from the sensation. Swiveling her ass as much as she could in her bound position, the girl drank in the sensations rioting from Jack's fucking prick. Joy flashes erupted from her clit as he ground his cock against the nerve-rich center, his hands now sliding down her flat, panting belly until his fingers gripped her thighs. Moving his hands in, he began rubbing his fingernail along her cuntlips, teasing them, pinching them while all the time fucking her slow and deep.
Karen moaned louder now, the need for air forcing her to suck oxygen from around the ball. Jack tore away from the kiss, dropping his head and chewing on her hard nipples cruelly. His fingers were tugging at her cuntlips forcibly now, sending more flashes of joy rushing through her.
"Fuck it out, man, fuck it out!"
Karen obeyed, sobbing through the gagging ball, twisting around to get the maximum sensation from his prick as Jack fucked her into ecstasy. And, above her, the chains continued to rattle, reminding Karen of her lowly position here at the manor.