Chapter 8

"We didn't order anything from room service," the big man's healthy baritone voice rang out.

"Room service," the girl persisted.

"What the hell?" the woman shouted, ripping her mask off. "What's this about, Bob?"

"Room service," the faceless voice shouted through the wood fibers.

"Send that little snit away," the woman said, pacing the floor worriedly.

"Special delivery," the voice said in a firm, demanding tone.

"Oh, good God," the woman said, tossing her husband his smoking jacket, "see what the hell she wants and get rid of her."

Bob Kuafman slid the mask off of his face and grabbed the smoking jacket. He threw it over his shoulders and did his best to tuck it in around his middle. His leather breeches and black boots stuck out below it, an obvious mismatch.

The burly man strode toward the door and turned the handle. He opened the door just a crack. Sally could see absolutely nothing where she was sitting. She had her back turned away from the door and it was a fact that was kicking her in the ass about now. She tried to crane her neck around to see what was happening, but she was locked into place. Locked fast and facing front and she couldn't budge.

Elaine stuck her wooden clogged foot in the door and tried her level best to pry it open a piece. Nothing doing. The man holding it was strong as an ox.

"What," he said, sounding very short on patience, "do you want?"

Elaine tried to shove against the door with her elbow, "well, I'd like to speak to you," she said, trying as hard as she could to at least get a look at the deep baritone voice's face.

"Elaine, run, run....." Sally shouted as soon as she found breath to do so. Then she felt a hard hand clapped over her mouth and a riding crop poke into her guts.

"I know you've got my friend in there," the red-haired girl said accusingly. "You've got her there and I'm going to call the police unless you let me in."

With that, Bob Kuafman shoved the door shut and locked it hard. He turned to face his wife as the pounding on the door increased tenfold. The girl was shouting and pounding as loud as she could.

"Let me in there . ... let me or I'll call the hotel detective. I'll call the police. Let me in. Let me in."

Elaine pounded and yelled into the door. A few passer-bys in the hall stared oddly at her as they walked past. A couple of them hurried by in order to avoid looking at her.

"What the hell do we do now?" the man asked his wife.

She turned to the girl she had so firmly gripped by the mouth, "If you so much as say one word, I'll horsewhip your friend to coleslaw. Do you understand?"

Sally nodded and let her jaw go slack. She had been fighting her blonde captor but now she knew she must keep her head, she must keep her few remaining wits about her and think.

"We have to let her in," Charlene said, tapping her riding crop hard against her leather bound hip. "Throw me my gown."

Bob Kuafman tossed his wife's black satin gown over to her and she slipped it over her head as rapidly as she could as the pounding and the shouting continued unabated.

"Let me in, let me . ... " Elaine let her fist fly into space as the door in front of them opened and admitted her to the dimly lit room.

"Come in," the man said, bowing as though he were the last of the country gentlemen. "We've been expecting you."

Elaine doubted that very much. She felt her way uneasily into the huge hotel room. The thing was laid out like a ballroom of a plantation. And there was Rhett Butler standing right in front of her. Then she saw a statuesque blonde in a long black gown advance toward her. She was definitely not Scarlett O'Hara.

"You've got Sally here, haven't you?" she said defiantly. She had to admit she felt a little strange, standing there in that big room with the chandelier and the fireplace and these two rather well-dressed, handsome people standing in front of her. She also realized that she was terribly alone, that she hadn't called the police or the house detective and that she had no idea what she was going to do when she did find out what they had done with her.

"Won't you sit down?" the man said, gesturing toward the scarlet red divan.

"I didn't come here to be sociable. Where is Sally?"

"Your friend is quite safe with us, I assure you," the man said.

"I don't believe a word of it!" the enraged girl shouted, not knowing if it would be proper to knock over a lamp or a vase to prove her point.

"Arrrrrrrrrhhhhhhhhhhh" she heard coming from behind the door at the end of the room.

"She's in there, isn't she?" Elaine said, standing up and racing toward the door.

Bob dashed after her and made a flying tackle that brought her to the carpet.

She looked up to see the towering blonde bombshell standing over her.

"Your friend is in the bathroom," Charlene said, maintaining her cool and speaking in her haughtiest, high-born voice.

"Would you like to see her?" She snapped her fingers for her husband to let the girl free.

Elaine stood up, a little shaken, but none the worse for wear. "Yes." She felt really scared for some reason. like cold chills were making an ice trail up and down her spine. She looked toward the door and heard the insane, muffled little cry come from behind it.

"Go on then, see her for yourself," the regal queen announced and pointed toward the bathroom.

The red-haired girl took a few tentative steps toward the door. She felt her heart growing heavier and beating faster in her chest. She felt fear rise like a vapor and cloud her reason. But she knew she must get to the door, she knew she must turn the hot hard handle now in her hand. And she knew she must open it and look....

And right in front of her, sitting in an enormous executive style swivel chair tied onto it like a side of beef was her best friend. And she had a gag in her mouth. Her eyes were wide and blinking. Her body had definite marks of a whipping or some kind of torture inflicted upon her.

"Oh, my God!" the girl screamed as she rushed toward her, "what have they done to you, Sally?"

"Anrrn-hhhhhhhh" she replied unable to speak with her mouth full.

"What have you done to her?" Elaine said, turning in a rage toward her friend's assailants. "What have you done to my friend?"

"Shall we take that gag out of her mouth and find out?" the blonde witch replied casually. "You can ask her yourself if you like."

Elaine had never seen such brazen behavior in her life. This woman was one cool cucumber all right. The man seemed to do anything she wanted, though as powerfully built as he was, he could probably pulverize her in one blow.

She stood entranced as the woman snapped her fingers and pointed toward the bound and gagged bundle on the swivel chair.

Bob Kuafman jumped at his mistress's command and ungagged the stretched out slave.

Sally wiggled her mouth muscles around a little trying to shake the numbness off.

"Sally," Elaine said, falling down to her knees in front of the girl, "what's going on here? What have these barbarians done to you?"

"Oh," the girl said, shaking her head back and forth, "they tied me up, bound me so hard I couldn't move, then they forced my head down on this man's cock."

"What?" Elaine cried in bitter outrage, "How dare they!"

"And believe me when I tell you, El," Sally said, finding her tongue again, "he has got one baseball bat of a prick pole on him."'

"Oh, baby," Elaine said, brushing the blonde tresses away that had fallen into her friend's eyes.

"They made me suck him, El," the girl said, shaking her whole frame and feeling the tears well up in her eyes, "and this woman, she stuffed the wrong end of a bull whip up my cunt and worked it up and down like a power switch."

"Holy Shit!" the red-haired girl wailed in sympathy, "that must have been terrible."

Sally choked back a few tears and the swelling that was working its way up in her throat, "I never said it was terrible, Elaine." She stared into her friend's haunting amber eyes and blinked back a few more tears.

"It must have been though, huh?" the friend said, full of sympathy.

"No," the blonde girl sobbed back, "I kinda liked it."

Elaine felt her knees turn to applesauce as she felt the heavy iron grip of the man's hand on her shoulder. He pulled her up by the collar and whirled her around so that she came face to face with the blonde vixen, who now stood before her without her black gown, dressed in the meanest, blackest most medieval looking thing since the black castle of Falworth.

"You heard it from your friend's own lips," the blonde wench bellowed, "now you will discover what it means to serve me."

Elaine felt her whole body pitch forward and sprawl out onto the carpet. The man behind her must have given her the boot, Sally couldn't have done it. Not tied up the way she was.

"Try it, El," Sally said, from her swivel chair prison, "you might like it."

Elaine had a pretty good idea that she wasn't going to like it at all. This rough treatment was already getting to her. How could her friend possibly have fallen into the hands of these horror twins? She must have been drugged or hypnotized. She felt the carpet poke up rudely into her chin as the man's boot heel collared her neck and thrust it down hard onto the ground.

"Kiss your mistress's boot," the man ordered. From his surly, harsh tone, she knew he meant business.

Elaine wormed along on her belly toward the waiting white witch. She brought her face toward the woman's boot and made like she was going to kiss it. Then she gathered all the saliva into her mouth she could possibly muster and spat straight onto the shiny leather toe.

"Foul-mouthed little wretch!" the man shouted as he kicked her in the head.

Elaine felt herself sprawling out and kicked into a somersault. She wound herself up like a hedgehog to avoid further blows to the head, but the man was beating her severely on the rear end. She felt a pair of hands rip her denim pants down over her hips, carrying her nylon panties bundle with them.

"Owwwwww," she wailed as the flailing crop struck her on the butt.

"Now kiss my boot Worm!" the woman said, scrambling to her head and taking a hold of rough black leather bull whip. "Kiss it and serve me the way I command or I will destroy you completely."

Elaine felt herself grow rigid with fear and horror. These two would do anything, she knew, to prove their superiority. She trembled and quaked with fright as she felt the rough, red places on her ass grow hot and throb with dead, white heat.

Sally sat in her chair feeling totally ignored by the crowd. She wanted them to pay some attention to her. She wanted them to show her that they cared.

"Oh, Bob," she called out in a taunting, teasing tone, "I think you missed her ass. Better try again."

The man flew toward her, with his whip raised over his head. He brought it down savagely on the tops other alabaster white thighs.

She felt the whip sting her and saw into her throbbing flesh. The pain, the pure unadulterated pleasure of the pain made her cry out in agony and ecstasy, "Leave my friend alone," Elaine cried out in fury, "just lay off of her."

"Very well," the evil blonde queen spoke again, "we'll let her alone. But, you will have to pay the consequences if we do."

"Oh, shit!" Elaine said pounding the carpet with her fist. Life seemed so very unfair to her just then.

She felt those rude rough hands rip her plaid flannel shirt off her back and pull her bra off, though she tried to fight them. The two were just too much for her. And it was evident from the way they ripped those clothes off her, they had experience with these things before. Much more than she had. All she had ever done was seduce senile landlords for the back rent.

"You will now suck your master's cock!" the harsh, punishing voice of the vile mistress poured out into her ear. "You will have no choice but to do as you are commanded."

"No," Elaine cried, but the sting of the man's whip silenced her good.

"Yes," the woman spat into her ear. Her voice was quiet now, quiet and deadly.

She heard the big man unzip his fly in a bold, agonizing stroke. Then she felt her hands yanked behind her back and her whole body being pulled up into a kneeling position. It must have been that blonde woman yanking her arms back there. She was as strong as an Amazon.

The rough carpet was rubbing hard against her knees as she felt her arms pulled further and further back into a position that made her breasts arch out hard in front of her.

She was only dimly aware of the big man's black fly thrust up in front of her face. "Suck my dick," he ordered her, and brought his own whip handle down behind her head, forcing her down onto his enormous, heaving member.

She felt her lips meet his erect dick head. It was as hard as the wooden part of a golf club. And roughly the same size. She let her lips out to play on that smooth body surface. She had no other choice. The woman behind her was pulling her arms back so hard she was afraid they would be pulled right out of the sockets.

"God,' she managed to scream out before the rude cock stick silenced her words.

"Now, Filthy Street Whore," the blonde woman hissed at her, "you will discover the privilege of serving your master and your mistress. You will suck this man's cock until you can no longer draw a breath, until you slobber and wail and cry out in agony. And still you will be forced to suck this man off."

Elaine blinked as she looked up to see the man's huge shaft above the tip of his dick. The tip of his dick was being thrust right between her protesting lips. And behind him and a little to the right was the bitch queen. She was walking back and forth, back and forth, slapping her riding crop onto the palm of her hand and shouting her orders.

Okay, Elaine thought as the cock log rammed its way down her pulsating raw throat, who the hell is holding my arms? Then it hit her. Her darling roommate and bubbling, bouncing Bobsey Twin of a best friend. Sally Pomeroy. Sally was holding onto her arms. The little bitch!

"Suck that cock, gutter bitch!" the man bellowed as he thrust the hot hard ramrod down her gulping mouth. "Suck it like I tell you."

Elaine let the thick post plumb down her throat. It all but cut her air off as she gulped and gagged on it. That thing was so absolutely huge, so preposterously monstrously wicked. Plus it was interesting. She had to confess that to herself. It was downright captivating.

Elaine was aware of the blonde woman's stiff riding crop handle. She saw it poke through her master's outstretched legs and find its way to her quivering cunt hole. It poked and prodded at her as the man continued to shout and curse down to her face.

"Go on, my little slave,' he ordered, "suck me and suck me good. And then, when and if I've had my fill of you, I'm going to ram this hot poker stick up your saintly white little ass."

Oh, no, Elaine thought to herself hopelessly, not my ass. not my poor battered, beleaguered little ass! These guys really show me no mercy, none whatsoever.

Sally gripped a tighter hold around her friend's wrists. She felt the hard, cruel welts on her backside cringe in pain with each move she made. She bowed her head as her master glared back at her with evil in his eyes. She felt thankful to be serving him. And she knew she would do whatever was asked of her. Whatever the man commanded, she would gladly do. Whatever the woman ordered, she would happily serve.

Two and a half years of rejection, debasement and foul play. Two and a half years, longer really, of being in control of her life and what had it gotten her? Nowhere. Nowhere at all, until now.

She looked over Elaine's shoulder and smiled as the man sailed his rock hard schlong in and down and around, out and around and down again back into her friend's gobbling hole. It looked so juicy and slimy and cocksure. So hard and eager and pulsating. She saw the veins stand out like highways on a roadmap. The sight made her ooze come juice. The sight of her master's grinding long schlong. It was beautiful. It was beautiful and it was painful, because she knew one thing. One thing for sure. In order to protect her best friend from having her ass lacerated, she was going to have to volunteer to get fucked up the ass instead.

"Okay," Sally said, feeling the pain of the welts along her back sear into her subcutaneous layer. If they kept burning like that, they would burn into her brain. "Okay, I wish to reveal something to my captors."

"Worthless Wench!" Charlene spat, snapping the whip dangerously close to Sally's nose, "Did I give you permission to speak?"

"No, Great White Mistress, your Honor," Sally tried gamely to address the woman in a reverential tone, "but I want to say that I want to humble myself to you, all of you. I wish to serve you completely, you, two, and you, Elaine . ... all of you, in fact."

"What is this ingrate talking about?" Bob growled, pulling his thick meat out from Elaine's mouth.

The conversation ceased for a few moments as the three women looked longingly at Bob's hot hard dick rod. It was so wet and juicy and dripping with the saliva and mucous from Elaine's mouth. All three of them secretly wished the big brute would stick that honey log straight up their wazoos, but this wasn't the time or place for girlish fantasies.

"I wanna get rammed up the wrong way," Sally said, wishing to hell the welts on her back would stop throbbing with pain long enough to unwrinkle her brow.

"What?" Elaine cried, "you do?"

Elaine couldn't help wondering if Sally, her old true blue friend, was trying to protect her. It was such a sweet thought. After holding her hands down and letting that man practically pulverize her with his hot, thick cock weapon, here she was offering to take it on the dark side, that might mean she wouldn't have to. What a pal!

"I am ready, great Mistress," Sally said, moving toward Charlene and casting her eyes downward toward the hotel carpet.

Charlene looked at her captor and snapped her fingers. Then she snapped her whip. "Down on your knees, lowly scum," the woman commanded.

By now, Sally knew she meant business. She slithered down to the carpet and felt Charlene's sharp boot heel dig into the flesh of her neck. Right now that flesh was sore and bruised. It didn't hurt, or did it?"

Bob maneuvered his dick around in his hands, keeping it hard and ready for whatever was to be found for him. He didn't really care which of these handmaidens he was gonna plug, but he knew it had better be soon. Sticking his cock down that red-haired girl's throat had gotten him awfully hot under the collar.

"Kiss the fuck rug, Toots," Charlene shouted as she dug the heel of her boot even harder into Sally's neck. The feeling of power it gave her was delightful, delicious. And seeing her husband holding that hot, hard dick in his hand was making her squirm under her leathers.

"You," Charlene commanded Elaine, "hold the slave down so that she cannot move exactly as I bid you to do."

Elaine walked over and got down on the rug. It was a little like a game, but more serious, much more serious, "yes, Mistress," she said, not wanting to take any chances getting that whip cracked against her fanny.

"That's better," Charlene seethed from between her teeth. "Get to work, now," she said, swiftly snapping her thick whip in Bob's direction.