Chapter 3
The problem was that she was just so sweet, so delightful. He had to keep stopping just to stroke her soft flesh, to run his fingers through her hair and knead her breasts and buttocks. He wasn't supposed to have even stripped her till the guys got here to enjoy it with him, and here he'd already fucked the little whore.
He slid a hand in between her tightly bound thighs, squeezing her ass flesh, trying to work in to her pussy. He sighed in delight, feeling his cock began to twitch with life again.
"Gotta get to work," he murmured to himself.
He laid out another rope and tied a pair of loose loops in the middle. He smiled down at Amanda, then gripped her soft, golden hair and pulled it up, forcing her to scramble upwards, to wriggle her tightly bound legs to one side, and get them beneath her. She let out a lot of muffled cries through the gag, but he didn't care at all if he was hurting her.
With her on her knees, though unsteadily, he lifted up the rope with the loops and placed it against her chest, the loops directly over her breasts. He pulled the ends around her chest and jerked tightly, pulling on both ends so the loops closed tightly around her tits, squeezing and pinching them, forcing them to stick out hard and round.
He pulled the ends of the ropes up over her shoulders, then down between her tits and between her legs. He let the ropes lay right along her pussy crack, then watched her face closely as he pulled the ropes up between her ass and gave a hard fast jerk. Her eyes fluttered and she grunted in pain as the ropes pulled up tight between her pussy lips, and he smiled in satisfaction.
Then, as he was about to continue, he looked regretfully at her rounded ass cheeks. His cock was hard as a rock again and he longed to pour his cum into sweet Amanda's body. He hesitated, then pulled over a chair and bent her forward across it.
Her thighs were tightly clamped together, of course, but his eyes were on her asshole. It would be tight, super tight, but he thought he could get his cock inside. He rubbed it against her slit as he stuck a finger against her asshole. He dipped it inside, screwing it from side to side as he forced it up to the knuckle.
"Every been butt-fucked, whore?" he asked, conversationally. "Ever have a good fat cock up the asshole? Huh?"
He screwed his finger around in her ass, his hand squashing up into her delightfully soft ass cheeks. He pulled it out and pressed his cockhead against her ass, feeling it tremble in anticipation as it nudged her little round hole.
Amanda's chest began to shudder as she sobbed in misery. He didn't notice. She was just soft, pretty meat to him. He pressed his cock against her and thrust. It forced her asshole a little open, then, as he jerked back and thrust again he felt his cockhead pop through.
He stroked and squeezed her plump little ass while he fed more and more cock up into her. It was hard going. She was painfully tight. But he kept going, jabbing and grinding, twisting and humping, screwing his hips around until they were pressing against her soft ass flesh.
He wanted to tear her legs open so he could drive his cock in deeper, but her appeal was somehow even greater bound like she was. His fingers stroked her flesh as he forced a tunnel for his cock, pumping in and out with very slowly, shallow motions, his cockhead deep in her guts.
She grunted and moaned and simpered into her gag, tears streaming down her cheeks as her asshole clamped down on his prick.
Bitches, he'd noticed, thought it was a real big deal to get their ass fucked. It was totally humiliating and shameful. It did something to their heads. As he and the rest of the hunters had long determined, popping a whore's pussy, then reaming out her asshole, seemed to drain off most of their strength. It was like there wasn't anything left for them to fight for.
The more you fucked their cunts and asses, the less they cared about it, the less they thought there was something special about themselves. Their aim was to make them realize what whores and sluts they were, and that their main goal in life should be to let men fuck them.
If Bill had his way all women, at least, all attractive ones, would, from puberty, be kept naked and tightly bound, maybe in chains, on leashes, ready for fucking by any male that wanted them. Schools wouldn't teach them how to read and write, only how to suck cock and how to fuck. That's all they were good for anyway.
His hands mashed her ass cheeks and rolled up her body. His fingers slid through her golden hair and caressed her throat and the side of her face. He slid his hands around in front of her, rubbing her tight, taut balls of tit flesh, pinching and rolling her nipples between his fingers.
And all the while her soft round ass pressed hard into his crotch. Her insides throbbed and sucked and squeezed down on his cock. He felt pre-cum leaking out of his prick as he began to work his cock in and out of the trembling young blonde.
His knobby nosed, purplish cock slid up and down her ass tube as he fondled and groped her flesh. The delicate lining of her asshole was scraped and stretched by the thickness of his rock hard erection. Still, it felt velvety smooth around him, caressing his cock like a silken glove.
He thrust deep inside her and ground his pelvis into her soft ass, running his hand up and down her supple young body as he bent over and pressed his face into her fluffy blonde hair. She was so beautiful, made for fucking, not like the big fitted whore in the closet, but more like a delicate instrument of love.
Amanda snivelled and sobbed as he worked his cock up and down her asshole. The elation he felt was nothing like the agony and horror she was experiencing. It was seldom that anyone spoke a cross word to her, and though she had had two sexual experiences they had been soft, gentle, romantic acts of love.
The cruel raping she had just undergone had torn her psyche to shreds. Her entire personality had been thrown a brutal, crushing load of reality. All the nice things boys and men said to her, all the compliments, all the smiles, the purpose for all of that had suddenly crystallized in her tortured mind.
They had all just wanted to fuck her, to rape her, to make use of her soft, pliable body for their own crude, disgusting purposes. Just like this animal that had imprisoned her, that was abusing her, that was doing the most horrifying things to her.
She had been stunned when he had pushed his finger into her anus, absolutely astounded. Now he had his whole cock up inside her and was fucking her with it. Her guts felt cramped and sore as the big cock pumped inside her belly.
And he was enjoying it! He made constant sounds of pleasure, sighs, grunts, murmurs of delight as he fondled her and groped her and worked his cock back and forth in her rectum.
The ropes cut into her soft flesh, pinching and hurting her, but that was nothing compared to the awful psychic pain she was experiencing due to the man's brutality and cruelty. She whimpered as he began to fuck harder, using the full length of his cock.
His hips slammed harder and harder into her buttocks as he speared his cock up into her. He grunted with the impact, delighting in her sucking hot guts as they pulled at his prong. He was slamming into her with wild abandon then, smashing her against the chair, spiking his cock into her asshole as he felt the heat in his balls burn its way up into his chest.
She bawled in despair, feeling her asshole tearing and burning and stinging from the awful reaming. The pain was agonizing as he battered her buttocks with his hard, muscular hips. His cock was a hot spike of pain up her belly, tearing apart her insides.
Then he came at last, and she knew his cum was spurting into her belly, was pouring into her asshole. It was disgusting, revolting. She bit down on the gag in her mouth and moaned in sorrow and anguish.
Bill sighed in pleasure and eased his wildly plunging cock. He left it buried inside her asshole while he softened and calmed down. What a hot little whore, he sighed to himself.
He pulled out and stood up, gazing down at her upturned ass. The ends of the ropes were still sticking out from between her pussy lips. He smiled and grabbed them, then pulled them up hard, up along her ass crack, then all the way up her back to tie together with the ropes coming around her sides from her tits.
It would have been easier to tie them off with her wrists, but he had decided on something else for them. He wanted to make the best possible presentation to the guys when they arrived, and had decided to hang the slut form her wrists. She'd look just adorable then.
He unbound her wrists and ordered her to stand. She had a hard time, of course, even with her hands free. She kept swaying and falling over. He snickered as he watched, then, when she had managed to balance herself upright, gripped her by the hair and one arm and dragged her across the room and under the chains.
Just then he heard someone coming down the stairs.
"Shit," he said. He had no time to bind her wrists in front of her. He grabbed a pair of handcuffs, which he hated to use, and clicked them closed on her wrists, then lifted them high and slipped them over the hook on one of the chains.
He lifted the chain so she hung from the wrists, then darted to the door, slipping out into the hall just as Jack came up to him.
"Hey, man, what's up? You're here early. How's the slut?"
"Slut's fine. I gotta talk to you about something."
"What?"
"Let's go into the lounge."
"What?" Jack demanded.
"I couldn't resist her, Jack. She was so beautiful."
"Who, the slut?"
"No, well, in a way. It was this blonde I found."
"You didn't go hunting alone, did you, man?" Jack glared.
"It was a sudden urge. I couldn't resist!"
"You stupid bastard."
"It went smoothly. No problem at all."
"Is that who's car is up in the garage?"
"Yeah. Don't worry, nobody saw."
"Shit."
"Wait till you see her, man."
"Where the fuck is she?"
"In here."
Bill opened the door and they walked in. Amanda hung miserably from the hook, not moving, her eyes unbearably sad.
They moved closer to her and Jack pursed his lips in contemplation.
"The other slut's got a nicer bod," he said.
"Ahh, Jack, you should see her move. She's so graceful, so smooth. She must be a dancer or something."
"You should've waited, Mister Smith.
"I couldn't! She would've gotten away."
"You and your ropes," Jack sighed, examining the girl's tight bindings.
"Feel how firm those tits are with the ropes around them."
"It looks nice, man, but you still should've waited. I like hunting as well s training."
"We can grab another slut then. That first one is almost done anyway."
"What'd you tie her legs together for? You can't fuck em with their legs together. The whole idea is to get them to spread their legs, man."
"She will. Don't worry."
"Nice face, nice hair, kinda skinny though for my taste."
"She's classy, smooth and classy."
"She's a piece of cunt meat," Jack snapped.
Amanda flinched at the words. They were so crude, and so violent, and demonstrated their thoughts about her so well. She was hardly human to them.
Jack pulled the gag off and she coughed and cleared her throat.
"What's your name, you fuckin' whore?" Jack demanded.
"Am ... Am....manda," she croaked.
"Amanda, huh? Do you FUCK, Amanda?"
She blinked her eyes at him in fear.
"Do you?"
Her eyes jerked from side to side, trying not to look at him.
"I asked you a question, slut."
"Yes?" she gulped.
"Good. You like it, don't you."
"Yes, sir," she whimpered.
"You're a dirty little whore, aren't you, slut?"
"Yes, sir," she whimpered, her soft voice barely audible.
He pinched her nipples and pulled them out from her chest, stretching her already taut breasts.
"Dogshit whore," he sneered. "Let's get the bitch down so she can suck me off."
They lifted her off the hook and dropped her to the floor, where she immediately toppled over, winding up on her knees before them.
They looked down at her, grim smiles on their faces.
"Don't bother getting up, slut," Jack smiled.
"What the fuck is this?" Frank demanded, coming into the room with Lisa.
The brunette was still wrapped in rope from the throat to the crotch, but her legs were free so when he flung her to one side she didn't fall over, but merely stood there staring at Amanda.
"Who's this slut?" Frank demanded.
"Mister Smith couldn't help himself," Jack grunted.
"You dumb bastard."
"She would've gotten away. Look at that face. Those lips really need to be wrapped around a cock."
"No more hunting alone," Frank said. "Okay, okay."
"She was just about to suck me off," Jack said. 'Always a good way to start," Frank grunted, sitting back.
"All right, wore, get to it," Jack snapped, pulling Amanda's face into his groin.
Amanda had never, as it happened, sucked a cock before. She tried, but Jack rapidly lost patience with her tentative approach and her inability to understand his instructions. His hand smacked down on her head and the side of her face as he cursed her uselessness.
"You should've hung the slut by her neck, not her hands," he said to Bill.
"She's just inexperienced," he said. "The other slut can show her how to do it. Come here, slut," he said to Lisa.
She shuffled forward reluctantly, then lowered herself to her knees in front of Jack.
"Cut the whore's hands free," Jack said.
He did and shoved her next to Amanda. The two girls looked at each other briefly before turning back to Jack.
"Okay, whore. Show her how it's done."
Lisa slid her lips over his cockhead and twisted her head slowly back and forth, sucking softly as her tongue wiggled on the head. Her left hand clutched his cock shaft, squeezing repeatedly, while her right massaged his balls, rubbing and rolling them.
She slowly worked her lips down a few inches, then back to the head. She let it pull free of her lips, pull free against the suction of her mouth and the tight squeezing of her lips. She rubbed it across her face, moaning softly, her eyes slits, her lips slightly parted.
Then she pushed it against her lips, which were still open only a little. She let the cock force her lips open slowly, piercing her oral cavity, then sliding deep as she sucked. Her lips bobbed up and down, then slid right down the shaft to the balls.
She slid back then and let his cock come free, then turned to Amanda.
"Try that, slut," Jack sighed.
She swallowed nervously, then took his cock from Lisa and tried to imitate her. She sucked on just the head and worked her tongue against the underside. She let her head twist from side to side, then slid her lips down the shaft.
She and Lisa alternated, bobbing their lips on the cock, sucking his balls, rolling his cockhead over their faces until he suddenly pulled heir heads together and spewed out, shooting cum over both them. Lisa quickly engulfed his cockhead and sucked the remaining juices out while Amanda wiped her face.
"Slut doesn't like your cum on her, Mister Jones," Bill grinned.
"Maybe she'll like my piss better," Jack growled.
"Not till I'm done with her," Frank said. "I don't want your piss on me. C'mere, whore. I want you on all fours in front of me. I'm gonna fuck you like the bitch whore you are."
Amanda moved around and showed him her ass, meekly submitting to his desires as he dropped down and mounted her. His cock rammed up her cunt with violent energy and was soon pumping away as the other two watched. Bill got hard watching and dropped to his knees in front of her, then pushed his cock into her mouth.
She sucked him as Frank fucked her. Jack sat down in a nearby chair and pulled Lisa's face into his lap. She began to lick and suck on his flaccid prick as he slouched down in languorous ease.
After Bill and Frank had both cum they had Amanda crawl down the hall to the lounge, where they could be more comfortable. Lisa came too, of course. The men relaxed in the overstuffed chairs there while the two girls knelt together on the floor.
"What should we do with these whores, guys?" Frank grinned, sucking back a brew.
"I'm all fucked out for the present," Bill sighed.
"Well, maybe the whores can put on a little show for us, get us turned up again so we can fuck em'. What do you say, sluts?"
Neither girl had any idea what he was talking about. Lisa was completely obedient by now but had little creativity. She had to be given an order to obey.
"Let's see a lezzie number," Frank leered.
Amanda's head lowered. Lisa just waited for something specific to obey.
"Hey, blondie, let's see you and melons here start kissing. Suck each other's tits and grope each other. Stuff like that," Jack grinned.
Amanda looked up slightly.
"I told you we should whipped her first," Frank said.
"Melons, go after the slut," Jack said.
Lisa turned and put her arms around Amanda, who looked up at her, startled. Lisa kissed her, holding the other girl in place as she pulled them in close together. Their tits mashed and rolled together as Lisa kissed the blonde. She slid her hands up and down Amanda's back, then cupped her buttocks as her tongue pushed into her mouth.
Amanda was surprised by the lack of hesitation in the other girl. She knew nothing about lesbian acts, and wanted to know less. Still, she didn't dare resist as the other girl's hands glided over her body.
Lisa knew little about lesbianism either, she just figured she'd do what the women did in the movies, pretty much. It was either that or a whipping, and she would do anything to avoid a whipping.
It was odd feeling another girl's breasts against her own, even odder squeezing and fondling them with her hands. She knew what the men wanted though. She'd been watching porno movies with them for a week now.
Her mouth sucked on Amanda's nipples as she licked her tongue over them. She knew Amanda wasn't up to initiating anything herself, so pushed the other girl back onto her back and licked her way down between her legs. Amanda trembled but didn't fight her as Lisa began to probe against her recently raped fuck entrance with her tongue.
Soon they were in a sixty-nine, with Lisa grinding her pussy down into Amanda's face. Amanda's actions were slow and hesitant, but the men could hardly see her face anyway, concentrating on Lisa's tongue as it slid in and out of the blonde's muff.
But then Frank left and came back with a strap-on dildo. They broke the two up and strapped the thing onto a confused Lisa. Amanda was put on all fours and Lisa mounted her, stuffing the thick rubber cock down her cunt and fucking like a man would.
They men drank and laughed and positioned the two in various ways, enjoying the show, but it was starting to get late. Frank and Jack had to show up at home for dinner.
Amanda and Lisa were both hung from their wrists in the main room. Then the men left for a few hours.
"How long are they going to keep us?" Amanda asked in a soft voice.
"I don't know. I've been here a week."
"A week!" Amanda wailed.
"They say they'll let me go when I'm ready."
"Ready? That's what they said to me."
"When I learn to share my cunt more, to put out to anyone who wants it."
"Why?"
"I don't know. It doesn't matter anyway. At least they don't whip me much any more."
"Wh ... whip?"
"They'll do it to you when they come back. They did it to me first night too."
"Does it ... hurt?"
"Horribly, but you'll survive. Scream all you want. They don't care, and no one can hear."
"Oh God! My arms hurt!" Amanda whined.
"They'll hurt more before they let you down. They left me up like this a whole night once. It's under your arms that it starts to really hurt, at the side of your chest."
"It already hurts there."
"It'll get worse."
"But can't we do anything!?"
"No, just obey."
The two naked girls hung there, swaying slightly, their arms aching under their weight, anxiously anticipating and fearing the return of their tormentors.