Chapter 17
Two full weeks had passed, though to Carol they seemed like two years. In that time, she had been used, abused, reused, insulted, kicked, beaten with the flat paddle, made to withstand long periods of loneliness in the dark, forced to sleep on the floor, ordered to crawl about like a dog, allowed to sit only when alone in the bathroom, or when cooking the three meals she had each day with the man, to of them with the hooded naked woman, as well. It became a way of life for Carol. She kissed the hands of these people, bowed to them, thanked them when they pointed out a flaw in her behavior and punished her for it. She licked the cunt of the woman each day, bringing her to orgasm, sucked the cock of the man once a day, attaining some sort of orgasm herself, and was fucked in the ass at least three times a week, where she also had some kind of climax.
Then came the day when the man made the glorious announcement that Carol had finally earned the right to be properly fucked. Carol was overjoyed. For this occasion, Carol was led through what had been a previously barred door to her. She followed, on her hands and knees, the man and the woman, and when they led her into the small room, she knew where she was and with whom. She had seen Rand Forrest fucking Micky in this room the first time Micky had visited him. Her captor was Rand Forrest, but instead of hating him as she had wanted to, she realized she all but worshipped him. She adored him for in his punishment of her, he had cleansed her body for having committed the horrible sins of lesbianism. Licking Micky's cunt didn't qualify as lesbianism to her, since it was something she had done under duress.
Rand was aware she would know who he was eventually, but didn't know she knew him at that time. He motioned to the sofa in the small room after opening the bed in it, and she lay down on the mattress, spread-eagling herself. The hooded Rand mounted her, and she felt the soft lips around her aching vagina being tempestuously, roughly forced apart by the wedge of his cockhead. The elastic-rimmed tightness of them offered some little resistance for a moment, and then slowly surrendered to the overpowering pressure. She groaned with desire. God! He was so long and so thick. His cock felt much harder than anything she had remembered from her stepfather. He shoved against her tiny little orifice, and she let him know how much she desired this particular stretching by groaning out her lust.
Staring at him with the ski mask made this whole thing seem ludicrous. She wanted to see the face of her lover and know he was feeling as much from all this as she. Abruptly, the man rammed forward with all his strength, sinking his lust-bloated phallic lance all the way to the balls in her sucking vaginal embouchure. She felt the weight of his heavy balls slap against her winking anal opening. The girl, unable to otherwise, screwed her ass deeply into the mattress, for the moment attempting to escape such a powerful thrust because it was cruel, but her long, lithe limbs splayed themselves out wide on either side of the man's passion-strained body, and unable to stop herself, she reached out and pulled off the ski mask.
"Rand Forrest!" she gasped. "It is you, I thought so!" she cried out, and she tried to wriggle backward in the hope of pulling away from him because the pressure felt as if it was too much even for her tiny pussy.
But Rand held her there for a long, long time, feeling her interior widen and surrender to him, as he said, "This is the last punishment, Carol. After today, you'll be treated with respect and love, and you'll come to live here with us, if you pass the test."
"Us?" Micky broke in, her ski mask still on. "Do you mean I'm ...."
"Both of you," he nodded. "Along with a few select others over the years. But from now on, you two are the core of my harem, unless you'd rather not be."
"One day with you is better than a year with any other ten men," Micky insisted. "I'll stay!"
"And you?" Rand asked Carol. "If you wish, you can leave."
"No," Carol told him, shaking her head. "I want to stay. I want to be loved as a woman, for myself. I'll accept any test you want me to undergo."
"Good girl!" he nodded, feeling her vaginal flesh seemingly melt around the thrusting length of his long, hot, hard cock. He flexed it inside her, slowly, deliberately, causing a mounting pleasure to spark inside her. Her cunt responded as if it were a trapped animal, softly opening and closing around the impaling penile length.
Without moving, Rand Forrest continued the slow, rhythmic throbs of his swollen penis in the searing depths of her naked belly, skewering his cock deeper and deeper. It took a lot of willpower to contain himself as her groans and moans resounded through the tiny workroom. This was the moment for which he had been waiting ever since he had first been confronted by Carol. He watched with infinite satisfaction as her lovely, barely-used body began coming to life. God! He was willing to bet she had never had it this deep.
Carol shuddered beneath the man, and whatever pain she had felt from his initial thrust slowly faded away, giving way to an electric tingling; electric in spite of the fact that no electrodes were attached to her, this time. She rotated her hips from side to side, her hot cunt working circularly around his thrust-in cock, her vagina dilating itself in time to the wild pounding she felt in her arteries. The flame of his inner contact with her secretly frustrated vaginal flesh spread from the beating hardness of his magnificent phallus inside her to her thighs, into her belly, and to her breasts, which wobbled against his chest.
Dear God! It was wonderful! There was no denying that much. It was the single most marvelous thing Carol had ever felt. Her thoughts of her stepfather faded rapidly from her mind once and for all. She found herself concentrating with all her might, with every last inch of her heart and soul, on the deeply satisfying plunder of her body, a body which had been frustrated for so long.
Unknown to Carol, Micky had gone back to the front door and had opened it, letting Fred Commente into the house. He stared at her naked body and the ski mask covering her face, and it took all his willpower to keep from salivating. He had been sitting in his car for the past fifteen minutes, waiting for this.
Putting on the ski mask, Fred undressed in the living room and followed the naked Micky to the work room, his hand gripping and cupping the tight, white cheeks of her ass as they walked.
Rand saw the half-crazed smile of ecstasy playing across the lips of Carol Mallatesta. Her movement was becoming more and more quick with each passing second, her upthrusts against him becoming more and more urgent. She moved like a woman demonically possessed, her kissing lips crushing against his from time to time. She was straining for her orgasm, Rand knew as much. In the depths of her he felt a wet, sluicing kind of sucking as her vaginal walls continued contracting tightly around his throbbing organ. She bucked against him maddeningly as he strove to bury himself all the more deeply inside her. Then, with a deep-throated cry, she began vellicating uncontrollably, the crush of her cunt and the hot oozing moisture within so heavy he knew she was there. Her oils all but drowned his buried phallus with its heavily juiced warmth. She splashed so much of it against him, it oozed from around his cock down her thighs, onto the mattress.
"Come on, come on, come on," Rand gasped. "You can do it, honey, you can do it! You can come!"
"Oh God, yessssss, I'm coming!" she cried.
He reached behind him and grabbed her ankles, tugging on them so her knees were forced back over her own shoulders as he pounded his cock all the more deeply into the sucking depths of her creaming cunt. Once again she felt helpless, though she was suddenly aware the slave collar was no longer around her neck. It had been removed while she had slept, earlier. This was a different kind of captivity, a wonderful captivity, and she responded by continuing to come.
The widespread slit between her legs felt as if it was unable to widen enough. Carol yearned for more, more, and then more, her body crying out for the kind of climaxes it had been denied for so long.
Rand thrust into her repeatedly, but knew he would have to contain himself, if only to make certain she was prepared for this final phase. He didn't want to come too quickly. If he did, it would mean keeping Fred at least an extra half-hour while he raised a new erection, and it wouldn't be nearly as much fun. So reluctantly, he slowed his thrusts into her steaming center.
She rolled beneath Rand, crying out for more, as if his cock were some kind of narcotic, and the more she had, the more she needed. As it was, she had two more nerve searing climaxes, but tiny, relentless sparks of desire continued filling her womb, and she struggled against the hardness of his cock, hoping to come yet again.
Rand suddenly pulled out and got to his feet, and looking up, Carol saw another man with a ski mask standing over her.
"Like I promised," Rand told the man, "you can have her ass."
"I'm a front door man myself," Fred insisted. "Have you pumped anything into her cunt, yet?"
"Only a little lubrication, but it's mingled with hers so you can't tell the difference."
"Fine, then if it's all right with you, I'm going into her pussy, and you can handle the back door."
"Okay by me," Rand nodded.
The weighty man hurled himself on top of Carol, and she gasped as she realized his cock was no less thick than Rand's, even if it was considerably shorter. Her eyes were hazy slits of lust at this point, and her arousal so great, she didn't care whose cock plugged into her as long as she came. She lay there as the new man began pumping wildly into her shuddering pussy.
"Oh yessssss," she gasped, feeling his flushed body against hers as his cock continued stroking rhythmically in and out of her.
"Remember," Fred called out, "I also get Mickey before I leave."
"Right!" Rand nodded.
Rand and Micky stood there, watching, but it didn't bother Fred. All he knew was, now that he was plugged into Carol, he had to explore the hot upper reaches of her body with his hands while his cock delved into the mystery of her sucking cunt. She was the first woman he had fucked other than his wife since his marriage, eighteen years earlier. Even now, his only reason for doing this was in helping a friend-though the added sweetener of being promised Micky helped a little. Seeing Carol's naked body, he had realized she was no less arousing than Micky, and he was powerless to keep himself from fucking maddeningly into her squirming body.
Beneath him, the lovely brown-haired woman, her hair no longer in a pony tail, shuddered, torn between hot, molten lava scorching in her aching cunt as she felt the need for more cock, and the twinges of shame she ought to feel for allowing just any man to pump into her in this way. First Rand, now this strange man. Who would be next? Was this final test a whole slew of men? Did she have to take on a battalion in order to prove she would be loyal and faithful to Rand from now on? Hadn't she suffered enough? After all, even she had enough sense to know that by the time she got to the fifteenth or twentieth cock, assuming he had that many men lined for her, she would be rubbed raw inside. Yet as the hot cock continued thrusting through her feminine tunnel, she knew there was no way for her to resist what was happening to her.
"Fuck me!" she gasped to Fred Commente, her voice hissing out between tightly clamped teeth, the flames of desire for cock licking at her internal loins. She was spurred on by the sheer hopelessness of her position. The fucking was inevitable, and she loved it anyway, so why bother trying to fight it? Accept it and worry about pain if and when pain came.
Fred needed no further invitation, pumping his thrusting cock in and out of the sucking, sodden swamp that belonged to the beautiful brown-haired woman. He felt the moistly resisting folds of inner flesh massage his phallus and thrills charged through him. Though Fred would be the last to admit he loved being fucked this way, and that his own wife was still the best lay of them all, deep down, he had to confess to himself, that a change of cock-sheath every now and again did stimulating wonders for a man. Hell! The truth was, he would be able to appreciate his own wife even more, now, if only because he would be making comparisons, and his wife would come out first-best.
Beneath him, Carol was gasping out her delight at the way he was rummaging his cock in and out of her squeezing womanly tunnel. The blood-bloated cock, if not quite as long as Rand's, was certainly as thick, and thus afforded her monumental pleasure. The burning walls of her aching vagina clasped greedily around the fleshy cudgel as his balls continued smacking lasciviously into the wet crack between her ass, hitting her perineum and her asshole.
Carol groaned in delight as she tossed beneath this strange man, reveling in the complete filling of her cock-stretched tunnel as Fred began some deep, heavy thrusting into the lust-expanded grotto that was her teeming vagina. The brown-haired woman's lips opened in wildly abandoned ecstasy, and it didn't take long before she felt the thrilling sensation of orgasm beginning to mount all over again. She had come so many times before, and was primed for so many more, and now it was happening all over again while the hugely swollen phallus continued digging into her tightly screwing flesh like a wild jackhammer.
"More! I'm commmiiinng! Fuck! Fuck! Don't stop! Nowwwww!"
Her voice was a shrill plea of passion as she released another violent flood of vaginal oils. She whipped her head right and left, and then she felt a hand gripping her hair and keeping her head turned to the side as a bare vagina once more came into view. It was the cunt of Micky Mantoparte, though Carol was still a little unsure of Micky's identity, even is she was positive of Rand's.
Micky knelt on the mattress, then lifted a knee and brought it down on the other side of Carol's head, turning her face upright, and squashing her cunt down on the woman's mouth. Carol felt the hot, vaginal lips press into her open mouth, and she didn't think in terms of lesbianism or homosexuality. She thought in terms of merely enjoying any and all kinds of sex for its own sake. She sucked on the fleshy pink lips, pulling, licking with her tongue, lapping wildly away, eating hungrily, feeling the thrill of Fred Commente's cock as it continued pounding into the narrow trough of her pussy. Her body was unable to stop moving, and she was grateful the man fucking her was able to hold back his own orgasm for a time.
Her mind filled itself with the thought that she came with a cock in her rectum, more than once. How would it be if she was being fucked in her rectum while this other cock continued moving in the depths of her vagina. Lust built even higher in her in spite of the many climaxes she had enjoyed so far. The hot oils from Micky's cunt were spurting into her mouth, and she was thrilled to realize she had brought the slender, white-bodied woman off so quickly.
As if Micky was reading her mind, she turned to Rand and said, "Okay, she's primed, really primed. Now is the time to give it to her."
Fred turned on his side, and Carol turned with him. Micky also lay on her side, her white thighs clamping tightly around Carol's head as the later's tongue continued delving in and out of the succulence of Micky's pink pussy. Fred's cock continued pumping insanely into her shuddering vaginal tunnel.
Rand lay on his side against the tight, round bottom of Carol Mallatesta. With his two hands he began spreading her rear cheeks, his hot, hard anxious cock ready to tunnel into the back channel.
"This is it, Carol," Rand gasped. "The final test, and you're passing it with flying colors."
Little by little he began worming the thick head of his hard cock into the narrow little opening that was her anus, stretching her malleable sphincter wide. Carol grunted into Micky's cunt, squealing with delight, doing her best to accommodate both penises at the same time.
"Uuuuhhhhh!" she breathed into Micky's steaming vessel, as she accepted the thick plunge of Rand's driving cock with only the slightest amount of discomfort, at first. She had taken the cock so many times before, even with a penis in her vagina, making her back tunnel that much more narrow, she was able to accept the thrust of the organ into her rectum now. She felt the two penises in her rubbing on against one another, but was secure in the knowledge a thin membrane separated them. This made her shuttle her body back and forth all the more rapidly.
"Oh yes, yes!" she sighed, wrapping her arms around Micky's buttocks as she sucked at the later's cunt while continuing to hump her body back and forth.
Fred Commente was able to plant hot kisses on Micky's neck, and did so in abundance, and Micky responded, turning her head and letting the man kiss her mouth.
Carol felt enraptured as never before. She was being loved, loved by two men and a woman, though the woman was not of the lesbianic ilk of Ann Mason. She realized now it was possible for her to be bi-sexual and enjoy both men and women without being typecast as a dyke.
Her hot womb flared open as never before, and the sweetly resisting walls of her aching cunt seemed to flower even wider in order to receive the delightful thrusts of the thick cock in her most private flesh, while her asscheeks quivered unendingly, the long channel of her asshole seemingly expanding delightedly against the deep, hard thrust of the cock of Rand Forrest as it pounded in and out of her tight narrow rear shelter.
"Huuuummmmm!" she gasped, her ears picking up the sounds of the bedsprings creaking unceasingly now as she continued moving between the two men and the woman. The sounds of the quartet's strained grunts and groans filled the air, while the noise of their naked, wet, oily bodies smacked sharply against one another, sending out lasciviously viscous noises.
"You have one hot little cunt," Fred groaned to Carol as he pounded his cock into her cunt, his mouth now pressed against Micky's perineum, where his tongue joined that of Carol in the seething center of the later's body. He felt one cunt sucking at this tongue, while the other cunt was pulling at his cock like a mouth.
Fred felt the tiny little spermatozoa whipping wildly around in his testicles and knew it wouldn't be much longer before he blasted into the narrow pussy sucking on his driving cock. He also felt the sliding motion of Rand Forrest as said cock moved in Carol's rectum and the pleasure added to his delight. He was ready to explode by now. Wildly, he shoved his tongue even deeper into Micky's hot cunt, letting it twist around Carol's, his hand harshly kneading Carol's full breasts, and then he came, his hotly spewing cock sinking to the hilt in the butter soft center of Carol's teeming tunnel, feeling her walls suck on his massive probe.
"Hhhhaaaaaa!" he grunted into Micky's salacious pussy.
Carol felt as if her insides were splitting painfully as the two penises continued fucking insanely into her, one in front, already spurting its seminal contents into her, the other behind her.
Four hands traversed her heated body while two hands gripped her hair to make certain her mouth remained glued to the pussy it was sucking. Micky slammed her cunt insanely against the two mouths licking and sucking and slurping uncontrollably into her. The tongue of the woman was now concentrating into her. The tongue of the woman was now concentrating on her clitoris, while the man's tongue was delving into her feminine funnel, licking out the flowing juices as quickly as she manufactured them. This was a first for Micky. She had never had two tongues on her cunt, before. Her only sorrow what that her mouth wasn't filled with a cock, and her hands weren't able to massage at least one pair of balls. Even so, she ran her hands mercilessly up and down Carol's head and back, now and again touching Fred Commente's head, as well as she lay on her side, hunching back and forth.
"Fuck me, fuck me," Carol was groaning into Micky's soft pussy, her words directed at the two men whose cocks were jamming into her lower holes.
It was Micky's turn to come. With the two tongues working on her, it was impossible for her not to come. Hers was the one female mouth unencumbered at the moment, and she shrieked out a loud wail as she came unendingly, spurting loads of hot oil into the mouths of the two people continually sucking at her vagina. What she was feeling was relief more than anything else, and as a result knew she needed to be fucked in order to be satisfied.
Because of the pressure of Carol's cunt around Fred's cock, even though he had fired a stream into her cunt, he was slow in softening, and as a result, Carol felt her vaginal orgasm take hold.
She screamed against Micky's pussy, making the clitoral button jerk wildly this way and that.
Then Fred pulled out of her cunt and rolled onto the floor. Micky pulled off her ski mask and leaped off the mattress as well, diving head first onto Fred's sticky, softening cock. She opened her mouth and sucked the penis inside, licking it all over, sucking madly on it, knowing by now that if she sucked long enough and hard enough, it would soon harden. Then she would be able to fill her own cunt with it.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," Carol moaned, now on her knees on the bed with Rand's cock still pumping wildly into her ass. No matter how much she had, it seemed to be never enough. The chimneylike organ flared all the more widely, then began spurting insanely into her rectum filling her colon with hot stuff. The fluid washed around inside her, bubbling this way and that, enhancing her own feeling, and she answered it by erupting herself.
After, she rested while Fred fucked Micky, and then was fucked again by Rand. She had passed all his tests.