PART II
“No white boy, I got a better idea. It’s called wake her up and stick
that little white prick of yours into Kitty-bitch’s velvety ‘fuckin
paradise.”
Ski-mask grins. “Damn, Dwayne…you don’t know the meaning of the word mercy, do you?”
“Nah bro…ain’t in the vocabulary. Less talking…more hard fucking.”
Ski-mask splashes a fresh dose of cold water over Kitty’s head, his hands gently slapping her to groggy consciousness once more.
Kitty tries to beg, “Please no more…” but all that comes out is an unintelligible, muffled groan.
“Sorry sweetie, but you need to be awake so you can feel my cock enter you. But don’t worry, I’ll be gentle Kitty-cat.”
“NO you won’t!” Dwayne barks.
Ski-mask shrugs as the girl shakes her head and screams “NNN!!” through her gag.
“Scream as loud as you like, honey, but my cock sees your pussy and it’s pretty excited.”
Kitty looks down incredulously as his burgeoning member, a fleshy flagpole of eager manhood.
“Take over buddy.” – that from Dwayne as he lets Ski-mask cup Kitty’s bottom with his huge hands, keeping the weight off of the stricken girl’s bleeding wrists as she hangs crucified from the wall of the shack.
Ski-mask gently caresses Kitty’s labia with the head of his cock. “MMmmmmm.”
“You like that sweetie?”
Tears forming at the corners of her eyes, she shakes her head violently.
“Oh I think you do!”
One hand holding her ass firmly, he begins to stroke her cheek as he plunges deep into the teenager’s exquisite velvety snatch.
“Uhhh yes…feel your pussy grip my cock!” Ski-mask groans as he thrusts hard into his crucified fuck-slave.
“Let me hear you scream a little, sweetie,” Ski-mask hisses as he un-tapes her mouth.
“Please Sir – “
“Call me Master Gary!” he roars.
“Please…ugh…Master Gary…ugh…ugh…my wrists…they’re on fire!!!!!…”
“Why not concentrate on something more positive, sweetie…like my cock pounding your…ugh…pussy…”
Tobe watches in horror as her friend is crucified and fucked. Dark-skin walks over, a grin from ear to ear.
“Like the show, don’t you bitch?”
“P-please don’t hurt me!”
“Then learn to cooperate, white whore!”
“I’ll do anything you want, just please don’t hurt me!” she wails.
Dark-skin’s eyebrow perks up. “ANYTHING? Well I’ve got a pretty wild imagination, slut…sounds good to me!”
“You can start my licking your friend’s tasty cum off my prick…go ahead, I’ll bet you’ve always wanted to do this!”
“Uhh…yes Master,” the blonde replies hesitantly, but obediently accepts Dark-skin’s cock, her tongue an agile dancer on his fleshy stage.
He shudders as her tongue performs the demeaning task. Her tongue traces zigzags of electricity that make his cock writhe and re-grow to a rigid glory. The rapist offers further encouragement: “That’s right…clean it completely or I’ll ream your ass until you bleed.”
SLURP. “Please Master, I’m doing my best!”
“That’s not good enough slut.” He abruptly withdraws his cock and returns with a riding crop and knife. First he leans down, ignoring the girl’s flurry of pleas. The knife cuts gently across her bra strap and it’s almost daintily that he severs the tie on her bikini panties, tossing both aside. He waves the knife near her face. “Now, are you going to suck like a good little slut, or do I have to cut you?”
The little blonde teenager shakes her head with vigor. “I’ll suck you as good as I know how!!! Please!!!!!”
“Just for added encouragement,” and Dark-skin motions to the riding crop as he presses his cock into her lips. “Now SUCK!” he roars, the crop smacking below her ribs as she moans and sucks.
He rams his cock as far down Tobe’s throat as it will go, the crop inducing deep moans of agony from his captive. She can’t anticipate the blows -- so focused is her mind on one thing – pleasuring her master’s cock. Even her sensitive breasts feel his heavy hand, and each time the crop touches those fragile, un-tanned, alabaster cones she moans an octave lower, writhing in her bonds. Adding to the girl’s discomfort, Dark-skin grabs her nose and presses down on her nostrils until she begins to choke. He lets up just in time, only to repeat the process as the fucking of Tobe’s face reaches a crescendo, his cock slimy and hard.
Meanwhile Kitty’s ordeal continues with Ski-mask’s extraordinary stamina.
Ski-mask’s cock is finally returned to full erection. He grunts, tongue laving those teenage nipples, hand stroking and caressing Kitty’s silken cheek as her mouth hangs ajar in a half-coo, half-agonized moan.
“Oh my, sweetie…your body wants to cum a third time! What a lucky girl! Maybe Dwayne’s right…maybe you are a real slut.”
Ski-mask’s grunts soon reach a climax. “I made you cum, sweetie…so it’s only fair that you..ugh..return the favor!”
Ski-mask’s eyes suddenly roll back as he groans his release. His exhausted captive wants to cum but hasn’t reached her climax. The frustrated girl sags back against the wall as her rapist pulls out and leans forward, her face nestling against his sweaty yet muscled bulk.
In the meantime Tobe is rewarded for her work, swallowing dark-skins acrid-tasting cum with a grimace of effort. He pulls out though before she can get all of it, squeezing out the fleeting spurts across a delicate, feminine neck.
Ski-mask walks over with Kitty draped over his shoulder, her wrists bound in bloody bandages and tied with dark cord behind her back. “You’ve honored the blonde slave with your pearl necklace,” Ski-mask wryly observes.
Dark-skin smiles. “Yeah, I have a certain fondness for this slut. However…she failed to swallow my cum gladly, and for that she will receive punishment.”
That pleading sheen returns to the blonde’s pretty sky-blue eyes. “Please Master I tried!” A huge dark hand slaps her hard across the cheek, tipping the chair to the sand.
“From now on you will only speak when spoken to, understand, my slave?”
“Y-yes Master,” she replies weakly.
“Alright, let’s get these bitches in our van. You cunts are going on a little road trip!”
End Chapter 3
Both girls look with incredulous horror at their so-called “seats” in the cream-colored van. Upon a cold, metal bench in the main cabin protrude two enormous rubber dildos, pink as Barbie dolls. Wires run from the artificial cocks to huge battery-packs, the purpose of which is chillingly clear to the more lucid Tobe. But Kitty is preoccupied by the cocks alone.
“You can’t expect us to sit on those!” Kitty groans foggily, the pain-killer already taking effect.
“Sedate this cunt a little more damn it”, advises Dark-skin. Soon Kitty’s unconscious, but Tobe is granted no such reprieve.
Tobe groans as the rubberized penis plunges as far into her slender frame as it can possibly go.
“Take it easy, sweetie. I’m sure you’ll enjoy the ride…I’ll make it a bumpy one”, Ski-mask teases. They set up both girls in the same way. Each feminine ankle is appropriately bound to a large metal ring on the van floor. The girls’ wrists are forced above their heads and tied to similarly sized metallic rings in the ceiling. Last but not least a simple black cord, no more than a crude seatbelt, secures each girl around the waist. They can do little but wriggle pointlessly in their bonds.
And Kitty cannot even do even that; the girl sags lifelessly in her bonds as the van speeds away. Ski-mask drives up front while Dark-skin comes to the rear to see his “little fuck-slave”.
Tobe squirms as he squeezes her right nipple between thumb and forefinger.
“Are you squirming, bitch?”
“Please sir – …”
“Now what did I say about talking you stupid cunt!?” the black man explodes. Suddenly he presses a button and Tobe moans as she feels the huge member throbbing inside her velvety tightness.
“Uuuuhhhh god…f-forgive me Mmaster!” she wails.
Dark-skin looks at the blonde teenager’s cherubic face with the merciless gaze of a hardened rapist.
“You’ll have to beg better than that, bitch. Let’s see how good you moan while I lick these yummy white titties!” Apelike black hands grip her breasts, squeeze their doughy victims as Dark-skin’s tongue swoops down on her nipples, a laving, sucking, and biting Mongol ravaging a girl’s once-pristine flesh.
The van speeds along. Meanwhile the unconscious brunette cannot witness, let alone hear her friend’s torments.
Finally the van pulls up outside a concrete bunker deep in the woods. Dark-skin kisses Tobe passionately.
“I love the way this slut tastes. I can’t wait to eat her pussy.”
Tobe shakes her head, but she doesn’t dare speak.
Dark-skin turns on Kitty’s dildo, the two pink juggernauts set to vibrate on medium. Meanwhile Tobe hears a dog barking. Sure enough, as Dark-skin slides open the door a huge German shepherd leaps into the vehicle. To Tobe’s horror the dog makes a beeline for her and actually sticks its nose between her legs. She tries to close her thighs, but it’s useless – her ankles are bound to metal ringlets far apart.
“Good doggie!” Ski-mask exclaims. “Slave Tobe, meet Butcher, but you can call him Butch.”
The dog, wagging its tail obscenely, tries a few tentative licks of Tobe’s pubic hair.
“Please keep it away from me!” Tobe pleads, suddenly forgetting her promise.
Dark-skin glares, the huge African now quite intent on chastening his contumacious slave.
“You see, bitch, when a Brother tells you to be a good slut and keep you’re pretty fucking mouth shut, it’s a good idea to obey. But since you seem to be a slow learner, we’ll leave you and your girlfriend in the van to think ‘bout whether you wanna be good, obedient little sluts.
“Wait!” Ski-mask interrupts. “Give Slave Tobe a taste of true shame. It’s only fitting.”
Dark-skin looks quizzically at his companion. “What you talkin’ about white boy?”
“Butch, lick boy, lick!!” Ski-mask’s words transform that dog into a furious licking machine. Suddenly Tobe feels an uncomfortable warmth between her legs as her rapists look on.
Dark-skin roars with laughter. “Yeah…old Butch will get you cunts all wet n’ready for some more huge cock!”
Tobe shakes her head as if it will actually help. “Please Masters…make him stop!”
Ski-mask sits beside her. He slides his tongue along her shoulder blade, hands caressing her breasts with startling tenderness, his eyes looking up at her intently through his mask.
“It’s OK sweetie…cum for us…ever since we’ve taken you, you’ve had to watch your friend have all the fun. You haven’t even cum yet – but now’s your chance, honey. Let yourself go. Let it all go.”
“No I can’t…I won’t!” replies the blonde coquette vehemently.
“I can hear the trembling in your voice, baby – it’s OK to cum for us. Reward Butch for all his hard work, sweetie.”
Ski-mask’s eyes contain a loving tenderness that seems utterly obscene given the circumstances, yet Tobe nonetheless can’t help but notice those qualities in the rapist’s expression. Dark-skin stares hungrily, a complete contrast as his greedy eyes drink up the blushing crimson of the teenager’s cheeks – like a sadist watching a kill.
Tobe bites her lip hard, stifling a moan, then realizes that nothing matters anymore, just the plateau as the warmth between her legs becomes an inferno fueled by doggie-tongue. Butch, encouraged by her low-pitched groan, licks her little bush so hard his tongue easily crushes the little hood of her clitoris.
“UUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHH!!! NOOOOooooooooo god uuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhh!!” Tobe gushes, her juices forming a sweetened puddle on the metal bench. The panting girl can’t believe her eyes. She stares shame-faced at all the fluid.
“Keep at it, boy!” that from Dark-skin. His cruel laughter fades as the two men shut the door and make their way inside the bunker.
The dog’s tireless tongue darts at a new if unaware target. Soon, however, Kitty slowly begins to stir – her unprepared consciousness about to become reacquainted with a world at once repugnant, delightful, and most of all – depraved.
End Chapter 4
Ski-mask and Dark-skin ring the door bell at the bunker entrance. A dazzling 25 year-old blonde opens the door and immediately kneels before her Masters.
“Welcome home Masters! Please let me suck your magnificent cocks!” she purrs. The blonde is a big-breasted creature of many curves -- femininity in full bloom. The two men can’t read each other’s thoughts, yet they both gaze upon Lacey with the realization that Tobe’s body will develop into just such an exquisite morsel.
The kneeling woman is completely naked – her wrists and neck not even marred by shackle or collar, a sign that she is that rarest of things, a slave most trusted.
Dark-skin grunts. “Why did it take you so long enough to answer the door, Slave!? You lazy whore! What the fuck were you doing?”
“This slave was watching ‘Shakespeare in Love’, Master Dwayne! Please forgive this slave! I’ll suck you!”
“I’ll fuck that pretty mouth of yours when I feel like it, bitch. Now make your existence useful and tickle my nut sac with that worthless tongue!”
Lacey obeys, her tongue SLURP whirling around Dark-skin’s corrugated sac with unflagging zeal.
“Don’t forget me, Goldislut.” Master Gary always calls her by her nickname. Lacey switches to her other Master, moistening his ball sac with the same fervor.
“That’s enough, bitch – now stay here until we come back” – that from the always dominant black-skinned hulk.
The men enter the main interrogation room – where a mouth-watering teenage damsel awaits them. Dark-haired Carissa Geocaris is only 18 years old – but the hands of a god have already sculpted this girl. Her 5’4, 105 pound body is a slender masterpiece of curvy flesh highlighted by rich, caramel-colored eyes and a burnished, recently shampooed ebon mane.
Three wires end with alligator clips attached to her gorgeous body. Two clamps gnaw on her nipples while the third squeezes the nub of her unfortunate clit. A gag of duct tape conceals what should have been the pouting lips of a sexy tease. She’s tied to a chair of sheer steel, all icy-cold except for the small spot warmed by her bottom.
“OK Carissa, now I’m the patient one, so I’m going to ask you one more time; what did your idiot boyfriend do with our drugs?” Ski-mask queries as he slowly peels the tape from her mouth.
“Ugh -- I don’t know what you psychos are talking about!! Let me go!”
Ski-mask ignores her high-pitched plea. “He told you how you’d live like royalty the rest of your days, didn’t he Princess? Stolen drug money was your ticket to paradise, wasn’t it bitch?”
Dark-skin chuckles. “Holy shit, girl – when my boy here starts using that kind of language, you be in real trouble. I’d start talking.”
“But I don’t know anything!” sobs the Greek beauty. Carissa continues. “Listen, I don’t know anything about any drugs…I knew Mike was into some serious shit, but I had no idea. Hey, why don’t you just let me go – you don’t need me!”
Dark-skin nods. “You’re right…we don’t need you.”
The girl’s caramel-hued orbs look searchingly at the hulking African, the hottie’s face perking with genuine hope. “So you’ll let me go?”
Dark-skin grins. “Not a chance. Gary, why don’t you gag this little slut with something that shows we mean business.”
Carissa’s protests are soon stifled by a red cock-and-ball gag, so-named because a small red-shaped cock of rubber pokes into the recipient’s throat while on the outside all one can see is the red ball at the cock’s base filling the recipient’s mouth. With the object firmly fastened from Carissa’s jaw to the back of her head, the brunette is forced to fellate the artificial penis.
Dark-skin roars, “Feels good doesn’t it?? No??? Well better start getting used to it, little slut, because you’re going to drink gallons of cum unless you start talking!” He activates the electrical current, and soon the brunette lashed to the chair is bucking and screaming impressively through her gag.
“MMMMMGGGGGDDDDDDD PLS NMMMRRRRR…MKTSP!!!!!” [My god please no more!!!!! Make it stop!!!!!]
Ski-mask motions for his partner to let up on the current. He leans over and pops out the ballgag. It dangles below her cute teenage chin.
“Are you ready to tell us where your lover hid our drugs now, sweetie?”
“Please you must believe me! I don’t know anything! Let me suck your dick…or fuck me hard…just please no more shocks please! No more -- I’m begging you!!”
Dark-skin looks at his accomplice, a silent question.
“We still think you know what we want to know, Princess,” Ski-mask continues. “But sucking our cocks will buy you some time, sweetie.” And with that both men thrust their fleshy spears almost simultaneously into Carissa’s poor mouth. The knockout brunette does her best to swallow and lave every infinitesimal cell along her captors’ massive shafts. She performs well to a chorus of groans and approving grunts.
“That’s right, little slut – suck my cock good enough and I’ll take that clip away from your pussy,” Dark-skin groans generously.
Carissa responds to his merciful offer by slurping along his shaft with particular fondness until he cums down the back of her throat. Meanwhile Ski-mask pulls out and spurts flecks of his sticky and gluey seed across her lovely face, silken neck and tits. Dark-skin summons Lacey to lick their young captive clean as the men watch and regrow pricks of granite.
“Oh my god…you bastards are hard again!” Carissa moans. They take her off the chair, her wrists still bound behind her.
“Sit yourself hard on my dick!” Dark-skin orders. Carissa shivers as she feels the man-meat worm its way deep into her sacred temple. But Ski-mask now confronts her with an unexpected choice:
“OK Princess, want my prick in your pretty mouth or should I ream your tight ass?”
“Please let me suck it!” Carissa implores.
“Nah…I want your fine ass, sweetie!” Ski-mask lubes up his dong with a vial of oil, applies a little to the brunette’s star-shaped hole, and tries to plunge all the way to the hilt. He doesn’t get there – but far enough to overpower the teenager’s pitiful sphincter muscle.
“Oh GOD…you’re tearing me open! AAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Carissa’s cry of agony rips through the bunker walls until the other slaves can hear their new sister with clarity. Finally the screams dissipate to quiet sobs.
Glistening-clear ribbons lash down Carissa’s beautiful cheeks even as a ribbon of blood trickles from her de-flowered anus. Her captors continue to thrust their way toward climax, their cocks encased in a dual-heaven.
“Fuck, sweetie, you’re even tighter than I thought…ugh… is your ass on fire yet, Princess?
Dark-skin pinches her nipples, a pain so insignificant by comparison. Soon his massive hands grip her waist firmly. “C’mon slut…grind you bitch…let’s see those hips move. I’m going to lay here and let you fuck me while Gary finishes with your tight little slut-ass!”
Carissa moans, the pain mercifully numbing…and she gyrates her hips to the extreme pleasure of both man and cock below her.
End Chapter 5
Carissa girl feels Master Gary’s throbbing cock deep in her teenage ass while she’s forced to cowgirl Dark-skin. It’s a bizarre sight: The dark-haired Greek teenager with wrists bound in tight black cord behind her back, her pubic mound entwined as one velvety muff with the pubic hair of the black man below her. The black man meanwhile just lies there with a big, wide smile, his humongous beanpole of a phallus building steadily towards relief.
“That’s right slut…ride my cock. You do the work, little bitch! Uuhhh…my black seed’s gonna plunder one of those precious little eggs…uuhhh!”
“Pull it out…oh please I’ll do anything if you don’t cum there!”
“I have a better idea Princess,” Master Gary interrupts. “You’ve already been good to Dwayne by grinding on his big black cock. Now what about poor Gary?? Hmmm…here’s what you’re going to do, sweetie; clench your buttocks around my cock, squeezing me hard as I ream you.”
“NO I won’t do THAT you sick bastard! Let me go!!”
“Slave Lacey, bring me the gun!” The startled blonde moves like lightning, hands the weapon to Dark-skin.
Master Dwayne puts the barrel to Carissa’s cheek. Tears roll down her cheeks.
“Two things, slut. One, stop crying or I’ll put this in your ass and pull the trigger. Two, squeeze my buddy’s cock with your ass if you want to live through the night. The choice is yours, but I’m going to count to five and you’ll be one sorry bitch.”
She bravely chokes back her tears. “Please don’t…I’ll…I’ll do what you want…ungh…” Carissa tells her sphincter to push, sending a pleasant sensation along the length of Ski-mask’s shaft. Ski-mask strokes her silken-smooth buttocks with satisfaction…then smacks them lightly, admiring the firmness.
“Ooooh yes sweetie…you’re ass was made for me Princess!” She continues applying pressure along his penis as he reaches around, cups her breasts easily in his big hands.
“Uuuhhhgghh! Please will you take your dick out since I’m squeezing your friend?” Carissa asks Dwayne, her voice a desperate tremor.
“Hmmm…that depends whether you want to talk about where your boyfriend and our merchandise is.”
Suddenly Carissa’s cell phone rings. The little phone is on the floor next to the girl’s shredded clothing.
“Who the fuck is that? Pick that up, Lacey-Slave.” As the blonde swoops it up Dark-skin makes the rules of the game clear to Carissa.
“Listen up bitch…if that’s your boyfriend you better play it cool!”
“Yes Master,” moans the teenager as Lacey puts the phone to her ear. Dwayne and Gary decide to slow their thrusts so that Carissa can speak halfway normally.
“Hey Cari! Where the fuck are you, girl? Yo, I want you on my team, sweet thang. You gonna meet up with me and be my Princess or what?? With all this dough there won’t be nuthin’ we won’t be needin’!!!”
Carissa stifles a groan (cocks filling her twat and ass, nearly motionless though they be) and replies as nonchalantly as she can manage – “Relax Michael, can’t a girl run a little late? It may be easy for you to just leave your house for good with only the clothes on your back, but I have some things with sentimental value. It took me a while to pick out what I wanted!”
Suspicion creeps into his voice. “Damn Princess – I told you to get out of there ASAP ‘fore those fools come lookin’ for you. You didn’t get your ass caught, did you?”
Dwayne gives his captive a look of warning, his finger tightening on the trigger.
“Shutup Bighead. You know I wouldn’t be talking to you if my ass was caught. Just wait up for me and I’ll call you…god I’m horny just thinking about you and all that money”, replies Carissa with genuine-seeming seduction. Lacey hangs up the phone.
“I can take you to our meeting place,” Carissa assures them quickly.
Dwayne grins. “You did good, slut. You did real good.”
Ski-mask interjects “OK, we better move out.”
“WAIT – first we finish what we started!” grunts Dark-skin as grabs Carissa’s hips and thrusts beneath her.
Master Gary joins in, efficiently emptying his cum into her bowels.
But only after Dark-skin’s seed spews forth does a dismayed Carissa cry helplessly “NOOOOOooo….oh god…you fucking asshole!” as the seed of worry of an unwanted pregnancy crams into her pretty little head just behind the biggest question of all: will these two crazy drug kingpin rapists even let me live?
End Chapter 6
The dark-haired vixen is about to be led away, her pussy and ass dripping with the cum of her captors.
The double doors swing open. A powerfully-built, rotund man of Japanese descent enters the interrogation room flanked by two skinny Jap henchmen. A flowing white robe with gold trim wreathes the big man’s shoulders. Punctuating his face: piercing coal-hued eyes and a matching sable goatee. Even passing strangers can see that he is a brutal alpha-male of merciless disposition; yet few know that he is the great Lord Mashimoto, master of a drug empire spanning three continents, and the lord patron who Ski-mask and Dark-skin loyally serve.
Mashimoto is completely naked except for the untied robe. His bulging member juts forth like, an obscene if fleshy pike. He gestures at Carissa’s tear-stained face.
“Who is this stupid cow?”
Both men bow in unison, thrusting their captive to the floor between them.
“She is the girl whose boyfriend has stolen your product, my Lord.”
Mashimoto’s eyebrows arch. “Has she proven cooperative?”
Both men nod. “She will take us to her conniving boyfriend. We will deal with him and recover what is yours, Sensei.”
The big Jap offers a broad smile of dazzling-white teeth. “That is good, Dwayne-san and Gary-san. You shall be well rewarded. Perhaps I shall let you keep the little slut between you as a trophy. Go now with my blessing. Take however many men you deem fit.”
Dwayne and Gary leave to obey, but not before Dwayne stops, hesitating.
“What is it, my black warrior?” says Mashimoto.
“There is something you should know, my Lord. When we came to the compound, Slave Lacey was very late in answering our summons.”
Mashimoto’s eyes grow keen. “Is that so? I shall discipline her, Dwayne-san. Your vigilance does you honor.”
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I know I’m in trouble after Gary and Dwayne leave. I fall on my hands and knees, but already I can sense the Sensei’s mood – not a tinge of humor or generosity in the man’s cold, dark eyes.
“Is this true?”
“Yes Sensei” I wail despairingly. “Please forgive this Slave!”
“Forgiveness?? This is a thing for the impotent!” He turns to his skinny bodyguards, Wang and Dong. “Put the black collar around this one’s neck and handcuffs on this useless slave’s wrists.”
He strides into the recreation room where I had been watching Shakespeare in Love. He lies down with a sigh on the lavish couch, his head turned sidewise and eyes focused on the 60-inch television along the wall as he channel-surfs, then settles on a football game.
A table is set beside him – potato chips and salsa placed on its surface. Languidly he orders Wang to attach the chain to my collar. My wrists cuffed behind me, I can only stumble forwardly awkwardly as Lord Mashimoto jerks suddenly on my chain.
“What are you waiting for, Goldislut? My yellow prick needs a home!”
I awkwardly start to straddle the big kingpin, my gaze unable to avoid lingering on the rolls of fat beneath his kingly robe. A sudden thwack! of Wang’s crop (each of the bodyguards has one) snaps me from my trance.
“Please, Sensei, I’m trying.”
“Try faster, you worthless cunt!” he roars, not taking his eyes off the television.
Wang and Dong smack my bottom mercilessly as I lower myself onto Mashimoto – long ago I would have shuddered with the penetration, but after eight years in captivity I have learned to fuck eagerly on demand and enjoy it. I cannot see it now, but I am somehow aware of the welts that will form on my sexy, firm buttocks.
Hoping to minimize the damage I begin to moan pleasingly as I squirm on his cock – but without use of my hands it’s difficult for me to fuck well. He seems to take some amusement from this, his eyes every now and then straying to the struggling, naked blonde wriggling on top of him.
Wang decides to give my breasts some attention while Dong continues to abuse my ass cheeks with equal fervor.
A phone on the table rings – Mashimoto picks it up. He acts as if the caning of my breasts and buttocks and my desperate fucking is the most ordinary thing in the world. He conducts his conversation as nonchalantly as a man taking a dump while talking to an old friend.
Minutes pass, but still I grind and wiggle, feeling his cock inside me with every movement. I don’t really want it to end – after all, it doesn’t feel bad, and fucking has become my life’s purpose. Yet I desperately want the stinging aura emanating from my breasts and ass to cool, to somehow alleviate the lashes on my once unblemished silken skin.
“Please Sensei…my breasts are on fire! This Slave has learned her lesson!”
Mashimoto grunts reluctantly. “Keep fucking while Wang takes you from behind, and you can suck Dong like a good Western whore!
I groan in frustration, but dare not make any further plea or protest. Soon I can feel Wang lubing up my ass – a courtesy afforded only to Slaves in highest favor – and reflect on my good fortune as the skinny Asian enters me with a sqlch. The friction minimal, the pleasure of the double penetration takes my breath away, my orgasm-building siren mingling with the crowd’s deafening roar as the quarterback snaps the ball with 3rd down and ten. Mashimoto watches the game keenly.
“AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!” Even after I have cum, he ignores me, his own cock still hard and unspent like the organ of some male god. My cry of ecstasy is quickly stifled, Dong’s cock poking insistently between my wide lips.
Mashimoto turns to me as his team scores a touchdown. “Watch the game, Goldislut! This is a command from your Sensei!”
I turn my head obediently and watch the game as Dong cums in my mouth, swallowing during the kickoff return, shortly after feeling a strange warmth in my bowels. Yet still Lord Mashimoto fucks, and I ride him like a cowgirl on a tireless bull until halftime. At long last he cums and I scream my gratitude. Apparently my scream seems loud and sincere enough, because Lord Mashimoto leaves this cum-filled Slave alone to finish her film.
End Chapter 7
Two black suburbans roll up the gravel drive, each filled with Asian men in fatigues armed to the teeth. Their commander is a well-muscled Czech by the name of Jaroslav. He sits shotgun in the first suburban, and his ice-cold eyes crinkle with amusement as a huge and completely naked black man approaches with a bound and gagged Carissa slung over his shoulders. A naked Caucasian man walks beside his friend.
“I see you two captured yourself a useful fuck-toy!” Jaroslav congratulates.
Gary nods. “She’s proven useful in more ways than one. She knows where her boyfriend is, and she claims it’s not far.”
Jaroslav studies the fine ass on the Greek teen before replying, “Why don’t you let me lead the operation and you two can catch a little more R & R?”
Dwayne and Gary can help but chuckle, aware of Jaroslav’s secondary motives. If he leads the operation, he can call the shots. If there’s one thing that Dwayne and Gary both realize, it’s that Jaroslav is the horniest and most bloodthirsty son of a bitch in Lord Mashimoto’s employ.
Dwayne nods. “Alright, Captain. She’s all yours.”
The struggling girl is placed Jaroslav’s lap. With a ‘good luck’ Dwayne slams the door shut and the suburban speeds away.
Gary looks disappointedly at the departing vehicle. “We should have kept her for a few more fucks.”
Dwayne snorts. “Have you forgotten about those cunts in the van? Let’s get a few beers and then show those little cock-teasers some fun.”
End Chapter 8
Carissa’s wrists are bound behind her with a cock-and-ball gag stuffed down her throat. She’s relieved when Jaroslav pops out the gag as the suburban lurches forward.
“Well, well, little cunt. You’re going to tell us where we need to go, yes?”
“Please don’t hurt me! I’ll tell you, I swear!”
Jaro brushes his fingers sensuously across Carissa’s silken breasts as the suburban approaches the highway.
“Lead on, my dear girl.”
“Go north on highway 51. You take that until you get to the Witby exit. He’s waiting for me in an abandoned warehouse near the harbor.”
The Captain gently strokes the girl’s bare belly, his breath warming Carissa’s slender neck.
“Good girl – but will you be a good little slut for me too?”
“Please Master, they’ve already fucked me!” Carissa wails.
The Captain feigns surprise. “Aaahh…and I bet you are wondering if there is a larger, more magnificent cock for you to impale your tight little snatch upon, aren’t you, my little cum-slut?”
Carissa shakes her head furiously. “Please Master…I’m cooperating…have mercy, Master.”
Suddenly Jaro’s huge hand squeezes her slender neck, forcing chocking gasps from the poor girl. “Wrong answer, bitch! The more squirming you do, the more pain I have to offer you!”
He holds the flailing girl to his chest with one arm as he unzips his pants and drags them to his knees. The driver glances over, his cock clearly hardening at the sight of his commander preparing to impale the girl. His crotch is now a mighty bulge, a fact his commander doesn’t fail to notice.
Jaro suddenly stops, motioning to the driver. “Saigo, I’ve always been a good commander, have I not? Always willing to share the spoils?”
Saigo grins sheepishly, his cheeks crimson as he realizes the clear signal of carnal lust that his commander now notices.
“Yes, Captain, this is so!” he replies.
“Pull over – you get to fuck her while you drive…if you think you can handle that.”
“Yes, Captain, yes Sir!” Saigo salutes with enthusiasm, pulling to the side of the road. Soon the brunette is straddling the short Asian, whose pants are down around his ankles. She faces away from him, shuddering as the cock feels its new, warm home in the girl’s cunt.
“Uuuhhh please be gentle,” she moans as he begins thrusting upward while driving down the straight, open highway. She’s feeling sore after her recent rape, and surprisingly Saigo slows his thrusts to meet her request.
Ski-mask grins. “Damn, Dwayne…you don’t know the meaning of the word mercy, do you?”
“Nah bro…ain’t in the vocabulary. Less talking…more hard fucking.”
Ski-mask splashes a fresh dose of cold water over Kitty’s head, his hands gently slapping her to groggy consciousness once more.
Kitty tries to beg, “Please no more…” but all that comes out is an unintelligible, muffled groan.
“Sorry sweetie, but you need to be awake so you can feel my cock enter you. But don’t worry, I’ll be gentle Kitty-cat.”
“NO you won’t!” Dwayne barks.
Ski-mask shrugs as the girl shakes her head and screams “NNN!!” through her gag.
“Scream as loud as you like, honey, but my cock sees your pussy and it’s pretty excited.”
Kitty looks down incredulously as his burgeoning member, a fleshy flagpole of eager manhood.
“Take over buddy.” – that from Dwayne as he lets Ski-mask cup Kitty’s bottom with his huge hands, keeping the weight off of the stricken girl’s bleeding wrists as she hangs crucified from the wall of the shack.
Ski-mask gently caresses Kitty’s labia with the head of his cock. “MMmmmmm.”
“You like that sweetie?”
Tears forming at the corners of her eyes, she shakes her head violently.
“Oh I think you do!”
One hand holding her ass firmly, he begins to stroke her cheek as he plunges deep into the teenager’s exquisite velvety snatch.
“Uhhh yes…feel your pussy grip my cock!” Ski-mask groans as he thrusts hard into his crucified fuck-slave.
“Let me hear you scream a little, sweetie,” Ski-mask hisses as he un-tapes her mouth.
“Please Sir – “
“Call me Master Gary!” he roars.
“Please…ugh…Master Gary…ugh…ugh…my wrists…they’re on fire!!!!!…”
“Why not concentrate on something more positive, sweetie…like my cock pounding your…ugh…pussy…”
Tobe watches in horror as her friend is crucified and fucked. Dark-skin walks over, a grin from ear to ear.
“Like the show, don’t you bitch?”
“P-please don’t hurt me!”
“Then learn to cooperate, white whore!”
“I’ll do anything you want, just please don’t hurt me!” she wails.
Dark-skin’s eyebrow perks up. “ANYTHING? Well I’ve got a pretty wild imagination, slut…sounds good to me!”
“You can start my licking your friend’s tasty cum off my prick…go ahead, I’ll bet you’ve always wanted to do this!”
“Uhh…yes Master,” the blonde replies hesitantly, but obediently accepts Dark-skin’s cock, her tongue an agile dancer on his fleshy stage.
He shudders as her tongue performs the demeaning task. Her tongue traces zigzags of electricity that make his cock writhe and re-grow to a rigid glory. The rapist offers further encouragement: “That’s right…clean it completely or I’ll ream your ass until you bleed.”
SLURP. “Please Master, I’m doing my best!”
“That’s not good enough slut.” He abruptly withdraws his cock and returns with a riding crop and knife. First he leans down, ignoring the girl’s flurry of pleas. The knife cuts gently across her bra strap and it’s almost daintily that he severs the tie on her bikini panties, tossing both aside. He waves the knife near her face. “Now, are you going to suck like a good little slut, or do I have to cut you?”
The little blonde teenager shakes her head with vigor. “I’ll suck you as good as I know how!!! Please!!!!!”
“Just for added encouragement,” and Dark-skin motions to the riding crop as he presses his cock into her lips. “Now SUCK!” he roars, the crop smacking below her ribs as she moans and sucks.
He rams his cock as far down Tobe’s throat as it will go, the crop inducing deep moans of agony from his captive. She can’t anticipate the blows -- so focused is her mind on one thing – pleasuring her master’s cock. Even her sensitive breasts feel his heavy hand, and each time the crop touches those fragile, un-tanned, alabaster cones she moans an octave lower, writhing in her bonds. Adding to the girl’s discomfort, Dark-skin grabs her nose and presses down on her nostrils until she begins to choke. He lets up just in time, only to repeat the process as the fucking of Tobe’s face reaches a crescendo, his cock slimy and hard.
Meanwhile Kitty’s ordeal continues with Ski-mask’s extraordinary stamina.
Ski-mask’s cock is finally returned to full erection. He grunts, tongue laving those teenage nipples, hand stroking and caressing Kitty’s silken cheek as her mouth hangs ajar in a half-coo, half-agonized moan.
“Oh my, sweetie…your body wants to cum a third time! What a lucky girl! Maybe Dwayne’s right…maybe you are a real slut.”
Ski-mask’s grunts soon reach a climax. “I made you cum, sweetie…so it’s only fair that you..ugh..return the favor!”
Ski-mask’s eyes suddenly roll back as he groans his release. His exhausted captive wants to cum but hasn’t reached her climax. The frustrated girl sags back against the wall as her rapist pulls out and leans forward, her face nestling against his sweaty yet muscled bulk.
In the meantime Tobe is rewarded for her work, swallowing dark-skins acrid-tasting cum with a grimace of effort. He pulls out though before she can get all of it, squeezing out the fleeting spurts across a delicate, feminine neck.
Ski-mask walks over with Kitty draped over his shoulder, her wrists bound in bloody bandages and tied with dark cord behind her back. “You’ve honored the blonde slave with your pearl necklace,” Ski-mask wryly observes.
Dark-skin smiles. “Yeah, I have a certain fondness for this slut. However…she failed to swallow my cum gladly, and for that she will receive punishment.”
That pleading sheen returns to the blonde’s pretty sky-blue eyes. “Please Master I tried!” A huge dark hand slaps her hard across the cheek, tipping the chair to the sand.
“From now on you will only speak when spoken to, understand, my slave?”
“Y-yes Master,” she replies weakly.
“Alright, let’s get these bitches in our van. You cunts are going on a little road trip!”
End Chapter 3
Both girls look with incredulous horror at their so-called “seats” in the cream-colored van. Upon a cold, metal bench in the main cabin protrude two enormous rubber dildos, pink as Barbie dolls. Wires run from the artificial cocks to huge battery-packs, the purpose of which is chillingly clear to the more lucid Tobe. But Kitty is preoccupied by the cocks alone.
“You can’t expect us to sit on those!” Kitty groans foggily, the pain-killer already taking effect.
“Sedate this cunt a little more damn it”, advises Dark-skin. Soon Kitty’s unconscious, but Tobe is granted no such reprieve.
Tobe groans as the rubberized penis plunges as far into her slender frame as it can possibly go.
“Take it easy, sweetie. I’m sure you’ll enjoy the ride…I’ll make it a bumpy one”, Ski-mask teases. They set up both girls in the same way. Each feminine ankle is appropriately bound to a large metal ring on the van floor. The girls’ wrists are forced above their heads and tied to similarly sized metallic rings in the ceiling. Last but not least a simple black cord, no more than a crude seatbelt, secures each girl around the waist. They can do little but wriggle pointlessly in their bonds.
And Kitty cannot even do even that; the girl sags lifelessly in her bonds as the van speeds away. Ski-mask drives up front while Dark-skin comes to the rear to see his “little fuck-slave”.
Tobe squirms as he squeezes her right nipple between thumb and forefinger.
“Are you squirming, bitch?”
“Please sir – …”
“Now what did I say about talking you stupid cunt!?” the black man explodes. Suddenly he presses a button and Tobe moans as she feels the huge member throbbing inside her velvety tightness.
“Uuuuhhhh god…f-forgive me Mmaster!” she wails.
Dark-skin looks at the blonde teenager’s cherubic face with the merciless gaze of a hardened rapist.
“You’ll have to beg better than that, bitch. Let’s see how good you moan while I lick these yummy white titties!” Apelike black hands grip her breasts, squeeze their doughy victims as Dark-skin’s tongue swoops down on her nipples, a laving, sucking, and biting Mongol ravaging a girl’s once-pristine flesh.
The van speeds along. Meanwhile the unconscious brunette cannot witness, let alone hear her friend’s torments.
Finally the van pulls up outside a concrete bunker deep in the woods. Dark-skin kisses Tobe passionately.
“I love the way this slut tastes. I can’t wait to eat her pussy.”
Tobe shakes her head, but she doesn’t dare speak.
Dark-skin turns on Kitty’s dildo, the two pink juggernauts set to vibrate on medium. Meanwhile Tobe hears a dog barking. Sure enough, as Dark-skin slides open the door a huge German shepherd leaps into the vehicle. To Tobe’s horror the dog makes a beeline for her and actually sticks its nose between her legs. She tries to close her thighs, but it’s useless – her ankles are bound to metal ringlets far apart.
“Good doggie!” Ski-mask exclaims. “Slave Tobe, meet Butcher, but you can call him Butch.”
The dog, wagging its tail obscenely, tries a few tentative licks of Tobe’s pubic hair.
“Please keep it away from me!” Tobe pleads, suddenly forgetting her promise.
Dark-skin glares, the huge African now quite intent on chastening his contumacious slave.
“You see, bitch, when a Brother tells you to be a good slut and keep you’re pretty fucking mouth shut, it’s a good idea to obey. But since you seem to be a slow learner, we’ll leave you and your girlfriend in the van to think ‘bout whether you wanna be good, obedient little sluts.
“Wait!” Ski-mask interrupts. “Give Slave Tobe a taste of true shame. It’s only fitting.”
Dark-skin looks quizzically at his companion. “What you talkin’ about white boy?”
“Butch, lick boy, lick!!” Ski-mask’s words transform that dog into a furious licking machine. Suddenly Tobe feels an uncomfortable warmth between her legs as her rapists look on.
Dark-skin roars with laughter. “Yeah…old Butch will get you cunts all wet n’ready for some more huge cock!”
Tobe shakes her head as if it will actually help. “Please Masters…make him stop!”
Ski-mask sits beside her. He slides his tongue along her shoulder blade, hands caressing her breasts with startling tenderness, his eyes looking up at her intently through his mask.
“It’s OK sweetie…cum for us…ever since we’ve taken you, you’ve had to watch your friend have all the fun. You haven’t even cum yet – but now’s your chance, honey. Let yourself go. Let it all go.”
“No I can’t…I won’t!” replies the blonde coquette vehemently.
“I can hear the trembling in your voice, baby – it’s OK to cum for us. Reward Butch for all his hard work, sweetie.”
Ski-mask’s eyes contain a loving tenderness that seems utterly obscene given the circumstances, yet Tobe nonetheless can’t help but notice those qualities in the rapist’s expression. Dark-skin stares hungrily, a complete contrast as his greedy eyes drink up the blushing crimson of the teenager’s cheeks – like a sadist watching a kill.
Tobe bites her lip hard, stifling a moan, then realizes that nothing matters anymore, just the plateau as the warmth between her legs becomes an inferno fueled by doggie-tongue. Butch, encouraged by her low-pitched groan, licks her little bush so hard his tongue easily crushes the little hood of her clitoris.
“UUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHH!!! NOOOOooooooooo god uuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhh!!” Tobe gushes, her juices forming a sweetened puddle on the metal bench. The panting girl can’t believe her eyes. She stares shame-faced at all the fluid.
“Keep at it, boy!” that from Dark-skin. His cruel laughter fades as the two men shut the door and make their way inside the bunker.
The dog’s tireless tongue darts at a new if unaware target. Soon, however, Kitty slowly begins to stir – her unprepared consciousness about to become reacquainted with a world at once repugnant, delightful, and most of all – depraved.
End Chapter 4
Ski-mask and Dark-skin ring the door bell at the bunker entrance. A dazzling 25 year-old blonde opens the door and immediately kneels before her Masters.
“Welcome home Masters! Please let me suck your magnificent cocks!” she purrs. The blonde is a big-breasted creature of many curves -- femininity in full bloom. The two men can’t read each other’s thoughts, yet they both gaze upon Lacey with the realization that Tobe’s body will develop into just such an exquisite morsel.
The kneeling woman is completely naked – her wrists and neck not even marred by shackle or collar, a sign that she is that rarest of things, a slave most trusted.
Dark-skin grunts. “Why did it take you so long enough to answer the door, Slave!? You lazy whore! What the fuck were you doing?”
“This slave was watching ‘Shakespeare in Love’, Master Dwayne! Please forgive this slave! I’ll suck you!”
“I’ll fuck that pretty mouth of yours when I feel like it, bitch. Now make your existence useful and tickle my nut sac with that worthless tongue!”
Lacey obeys, her tongue SLURP whirling around Dark-skin’s corrugated sac with unflagging zeal.
“Don’t forget me, Goldislut.” Master Gary always calls her by her nickname. Lacey switches to her other Master, moistening his ball sac with the same fervor.
“That’s enough, bitch – now stay here until we come back” – that from the always dominant black-skinned hulk.
The men enter the main interrogation room – where a mouth-watering teenage damsel awaits them. Dark-haired Carissa Geocaris is only 18 years old – but the hands of a god have already sculpted this girl. Her 5’4, 105 pound body is a slender masterpiece of curvy flesh highlighted by rich, caramel-colored eyes and a burnished, recently shampooed ebon mane.
Three wires end with alligator clips attached to her gorgeous body. Two clamps gnaw on her nipples while the third squeezes the nub of her unfortunate clit. A gag of duct tape conceals what should have been the pouting lips of a sexy tease. She’s tied to a chair of sheer steel, all icy-cold except for the small spot warmed by her bottom.
“OK Carissa, now I’m the patient one, so I’m going to ask you one more time; what did your idiot boyfriend do with our drugs?” Ski-mask queries as he slowly peels the tape from her mouth.
“Ugh -- I don’t know what you psychos are talking about!! Let me go!”
Ski-mask ignores her high-pitched plea. “He told you how you’d live like royalty the rest of your days, didn’t he Princess? Stolen drug money was your ticket to paradise, wasn’t it bitch?”
Dark-skin chuckles. “Holy shit, girl – when my boy here starts using that kind of language, you be in real trouble. I’d start talking.”
“But I don’t know anything!” sobs the Greek beauty. Carissa continues. “Listen, I don’t know anything about any drugs…I knew Mike was into some serious shit, but I had no idea. Hey, why don’t you just let me go – you don’t need me!”
Dark-skin nods. “You’re right…we don’t need you.”
The girl’s caramel-hued orbs look searchingly at the hulking African, the hottie’s face perking with genuine hope. “So you’ll let me go?”
Dark-skin grins. “Not a chance. Gary, why don’t you gag this little slut with something that shows we mean business.”
Carissa’s protests are soon stifled by a red cock-and-ball gag, so-named because a small red-shaped cock of rubber pokes into the recipient’s throat while on the outside all one can see is the red ball at the cock’s base filling the recipient’s mouth. With the object firmly fastened from Carissa’s jaw to the back of her head, the brunette is forced to fellate the artificial penis.
Dark-skin roars, “Feels good doesn’t it?? No??? Well better start getting used to it, little slut, because you’re going to drink gallons of cum unless you start talking!” He activates the electrical current, and soon the brunette lashed to the chair is bucking and screaming impressively through her gag.
“MMMMMGGGGGDDDDDDD PLS NMMMRRRRR…MKTSP!!!!!” [My god please no more!!!!! Make it stop!!!!!]
Ski-mask motions for his partner to let up on the current. He leans over and pops out the ballgag. It dangles below her cute teenage chin.
“Are you ready to tell us where your lover hid our drugs now, sweetie?”
“Please you must believe me! I don’t know anything! Let me suck your dick…or fuck me hard…just please no more shocks please! No more -- I’m begging you!!”
Dark-skin looks at his accomplice, a silent question.
“We still think you know what we want to know, Princess,” Ski-mask continues. “But sucking our cocks will buy you some time, sweetie.” And with that both men thrust their fleshy spears almost simultaneously into Carissa’s poor mouth. The knockout brunette does her best to swallow and lave every infinitesimal cell along her captors’ massive shafts. She performs well to a chorus of groans and approving grunts.
“That’s right, little slut – suck my cock good enough and I’ll take that clip away from your pussy,” Dark-skin groans generously.
Carissa responds to his merciful offer by slurping along his shaft with particular fondness until he cums down the back of her throat. Meanwhile Ski-mask pulls out and spurts flecks of his sticky and gluey seed across her lovely face, silken neck and tits. Dark-skin summons Lacey to lick their young captive clean as the men watch and regrow pricks of granite.
“Oh my god…you bastards are hard again!” Carissa moans. They take her off the chair, her wrists still bound behind her.
“Sit yourself hard on my dick!” Dark-skin orders. Carissa shivers as she feels the man-meat worm its way deep into her sacred temple. But Ski-mask now confronts her with an unexpected choice:
“OK Princess, want my prick in your pretty mouth or should I ream your tight ass?”
“Please let me suck it!” Carissa implores.
“Nah…I want your fine ass, sweetie!” Ski-mask lubes up his dong with a vial of oil, applies a little to the brunette’s star-shaped hole, and tries to plunge all the way to the hilt. He doesn’t get there – but far enough to overpower the teenager’s pitiful sphincter muscle.
“Oh GOD…you’re tearing me open! AAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Carissa’s cry of agony rips through the bunker walls until the other slaves can hear their new sister with clarity. Finally the screams dissipate to quiet sobs.
Glistening-clear ribbons lash down Carissa’s beautiful cheeks even as a ribbon of blood trickles from her de-flowered anus. Her captors continue to thrust their way toward climax, their cocks encased in a dual-heaven.
“Fuck, sweetie, you’re even tighter than I thought…ugh… is your ass on fire yet, Princess?
Dark-skin pinches her nipples, a pain so insignificant by comparison. Soon his massive hands grip her waist firmly. “C’mon slut…grind you bitch…let’s see those hips move. I’m going to lay here and let you fuck me while Gary finishes with your tight little slut-ass!”
Carissa moans, the pain mercifully numbing…and she gyrates her hips to the extreme pleasure of both man and cock below her.
End Chapter 5
Carissa girl feels Master Gary’s throbbing cock deep in her teenage ass while she’s forced to cowgirl Dark-skin. It’s a bizarre sight: The dark-haired Greek teenager with wrists bound in tight black cord behind her back, her pubic mound entwined as one velvety muff with the pubic hair of the black man below her. The black man meanwhile just lies there with a big, wide smile, his humongous beanpole of a phallus building steadily towards relief.
“That’s right slut…ride my cock. You do the work, little bitch! Uuhhh…my black seed’s gonna plunder one of those precious little eggs…uuhhh!”
“Pull it out…oh please I’ll do anything if you don’t cum there!”
“I have a better idea Princess,” Master Gary interrupts. “You’ve already been good to Dwayne by grinding on his big black cock. Now what about poor Gary?? Hmmm…here’s what you’re going to do, sweetie; clench your buttocks around my cock, squeezing me hard as I ream you.”
“NO I won’t do THAT you sick bastard! Let me go!!”
“Slave Lacey, bring me the gun!” The startled blonde moves like lightning, hands the weapon to Dark-skin.
Master Dwayne puts the barrel to Carissa’s cheek. Tears roll down her cheeks.
“Two things, slut. One, stop crying or I’ll put this in your ass and pull the trigger. Two, squeeze my buddy’s cock with your ass if you want to live through the night. The choice is yours, but I’m going to count to five and you’ll be one sorry bitch.”
She bravely chokes back her tears. “Please don’t…I’ll…I’ll do what you want…ungh…” Carissa tells her sphincter to push, sending a pleasant sensation along the length of Ski-mask’s shaft. Ski-mask strokes her silken-smooth buttocks with satisfaction…then smacks them lightly, admiring the firmness.
“Ooooh yes sweetie…you’re ass was made for me Princess!” She continues applying pressure along his penis as he reaches around, cups her breasts easily in his big hands.
“Uuuhhhgghh! Please will you take your dick out since I’m squeezing your friend?” Carissa asks Dwayne, her voice a desperate tremor.
“Hmmm…that depends whether you want to talk about where your boyfriend and our merchandise is.”
Suddenly Carissa’s cell phone rings. The little phone is on the floor next to the girl’s shredded clothing.
“Who the fuck is that? Pick that up, Lacey-Slave.” As the blonde swoops it up Dark-skin makes the rules of the game clear to Carissa.
“Listen up bitch…if that’s your boyfriend you better play it cool!”
“Yes Master,” moans the teenager as Lacey puts the phone to her ear. Dwayne and Gary decide to slow their thrusts so that Carissa can speak halfway normally.
“Hey Cari! Where the fuck are you, girl? Yo, I want you on my team, sweet thang. You gonna meet up with me and be my Princess or what?? With all this dough there won’t be nuthin’ we won’t be needin’!!!”
Carissa stifles a groan (cocks filling her twat and ass, nearly motionless though they be) and replies as nonchalantly as she can manage – “Relax Michael, can’t a girl run a little late? It may be easy for you to just leave your house for good with only the clothes on your back, but I have some things with sentimental value. It took me a while to pick out what I wanted!”
Suspicion creeps into his voice. “Damn Princess – I told you to get out of there ASAP ‘fore those fools come lookin’ for you. You didn’t get your ass caught, did you?”
Dwayne gives his captive a look of warning, his finger tightening on the trigger.
“Shutup Bighead. You know I wouldn’t be talking to you if my ass was caught. Just wait up for me and I’ll call you…god I’m horny just thinking about you and all that money”, replies Carissa with genuine-seeming seduction. Lacey hangs up the phone.
“I can take you to our meeting place,” Carissa assures them quickly.
Dwayne grins. “You did good, slut. You did real good.”
Ski-mask interjects “OK, we better move out.”
“WAIT – first we finish what we started!” grunts Dark-skin as grabs Carissa’s hips and thrusts beneath her.
Master Gary joins in, efficiently emptying his cum into her bowels.
But only after Dark-skin’s seed spews forth does a dismayed Carissa cry helplessly “NOOOOOooo….oh god…you fucking asshole!” as the seed of worry of an unwanted pregnancy crams into her pretty little head just behind the biggest question of all: will these two crazy drug kingpin rapists even let me live?
End Chapter 6
The dark-haired vixen is about to be led away, her pussy and ass dripping with the cum of her captors.
The double doors swing open. A powerfully-built, rotund man of Japanese descent enters the interrogation room flanked by two skinny Jap henchmen. A flowing white robe with gold trim wreathes the big man’s shoulders. Punctuating his face: piercing coal-hued eyes and a matching sable goatee. Even passing strangers can see that he is a brutal alpha-male of merciless disposition; yet few know that he is the great Lord Mashimoto, master of a drug empire spanning three continents, and the lord patron who Ski-mask and Dark-skin loyally serve.
Mashimoto is completely naked except for the untied robe. His bulging member juts forth like, an obscene if fleshy pike. He gestures at Carissa’s tear-stained face.
“Who is this stupid cow?”
Both men bow in unison, thrusting their captive to the floor between them.
“She is the girl whose boyfriend has stolen your product, my Lord.”
Mashimoto’s eyebrows arch. “Has she proven cooperative?”
Both men nod. “She will take us to her conniving boyfriend. We will deal with him and recover what is yours, Sensei.”
The big Jap offers a broad smile of dazzling-white teeth. “That is good, Dwayne-san and Gary-san. You shall be well rewarded. Perhaps I shall let you keep the little slut between you as a trophy. Go now with my blessing. Take however many men you deem fit.”
Dwayne and Gary leave to obey, but not before Dwayne stops, hesitating.
“What is it, my black warrior?” says Mashimoto.
“There is something you should know, my Lord. When we came to the compound, Slave Lacey was very late in answering our summons.”
Mashimoto’s eyes grow keen. “Is that so? I shall discipline her, Dwayne-san. Your vigilance does you honor.”
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I know I’m in trouble after Gary and Dwayne leave. I fall on my hands and knees, but already I can sense the Sensei’s mood – not a tinge of humor or generosity in the man’s cold, dark eyes.
“Is this true?”
“Yes Sensei” I wail despairingly. “Please forgive this Slave!”
“Forgiveness?? This is a thing for the impotent!” He turns to his skinny bodyguards, Wang and Dong. “Put the black collar around this one’s neck and handcuffs on this useless slave’s wrists.”
He strides into the recreation room where I had been watching Shakespeare in Love. He lies down with a sigh on the lavish couch, his head turned sidewise and eyes focused on the 60-inch television along the wall as he channel-surfs, then settles on a football game.
A table is set beside him – potato chips and salsa placed on its surface. Languidly he orders Wang to attach the chain to my collar. My wrists cuffed behind me, I can only stumble forwardly awkwardly as Lord Mashimoto jerks suddenly on my chain.
“What are you waiting for, Goldislut? My yellow prick needs a home!”
I awkwardly start to straddle the big kingpin, my gaze unable to avoid lingering on the rolls of fat beneath his kingly robe. A sudden thwack! of Wang’s crop (each of the bodyguards has one) snaps me from my trance.
“Please, Sensei, I’m trying.”
“Try faster, you worthless cunt!” he roars, not taking his eyes off the television.
Wang and Dong smack my bottom mercilessly as I lower myself onto Mashimoto – long ago I would have shuddered with the penetration, but after eight years in captivity I have learned to fuck eagerly on demand and enjoy it. I cannot see it now, but I am somehow aware of the welts that will form on my sexy, firm buttocks.
Hoping to minimize the damage I begin to moan pleasingly as I squirm on his cock – but without use of my hands it’s difficult for me to fuck well. He seems to take some amusement from this, his eyes every now and then straying to the struggling, naked blonde wriggling on top of him.
Wang decides to give my breasts some attention while Dong continues to abuse my ass cheeks with equal fervor.
A phone on the table rings – Mashimoto picks it up. He acts as if the caning of my breasts and buttocks and my desperate fucking is the most ordinary thing in the world. He conducts his conversation as nonchalantly as a man taking a dump while talking to an old friend.
Minutes pass, but still I grind and wiggle, feeling his cock inside me with every movement. I don’t really want it to end – after all, it doesn’t feel bad, and fucking has become my life’s purpose. Yet I desperately want the stinging aura emanating from my breasts and ass to cool, to somehow alleviate the lashes on my once unblemished silken skin.
“Please Sensei…my breasts are on fire! This Slave has learned her lesson!”
Mashimoto grunts reluctantly. “Keep fucking while Wang takes you from behind, and you can suck Dong like a good Western whore!
I groan in frustration, but dare not make any further plea or protest. Soon I can feel Wang lubing up my ass – a courtesy afforded only to Slaves in highest favor – and reflect on my good fortune as the skinny Asian enters me with a sqlch. The friction minimal, the pleasure of the double penetration takes my breath away, my orgasm-building siren mingling with the crowd’s deafening roar as the quarterback snaps the ball with 3rd down and ten. Mashimoto watches the game keenly.
“AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!” Even after I have cum, he ignores me, his own cock still hard and unspent like the organ of some male god. My cry of ecstasy is quickly stifled, Dong’s cock poking insistently between my wide lips.
Mashimoto turns to me as his team scores a touchdown. “Watch the game, Goldislut! This is a command from your Sensei!”
I turn my head obediently and watch the game as Dong cums in my mouth, swallowing during the kickoff return, shortly after feeling a strange warmth in my bowels. Yet still Lord Mashimoto fucks, and I ride him like a cowgirl on a tireless bull until halftime. At long last he cums and I scream my gratitude. Apparently my scream seems loud and sincere enough, because Lord Mashimoto leaves this cum-filled Slave alone to finish her film.
End Chapter 7
Two black suburbans roll up the gravel drive, each filled with Asian men in fatigues armed to the teeth. Their commander is a well-muscled Czech by the name of Jaroslav. He sits shotgun in the first suburban, and his ice-cold eyes crinkle with amusement as a huge and completely naked black man approaches with a bound and gagged Carissa slung over his shoulders. A naked Caucasian man walks beside his friend.
“I see you two captured yourself a useful fuck-toy!” Jaroslav congratulates.
Gary nods. “She’s proven useful in more ways than one. She knows where her boyfriend is, and she claims it’s not far.”
Jaroslav studies the fine ass on the Greek teen before replying, “Why don’t you let me lead the operation and you two can catch a little more R & R?”
Dwayne and Gary can help but chuckle, aware of Jaroslav’s secondary motives. If he leads the operation, he can call the shots. If there’s one thing that Dwayne and Gary both realize, it’s that Jaroslav is the horniest and most bloodthirsty son of a bitch in Lord Mashimoto’s employ.
Dwayne nods. “Alright, Captain. She’s all yours.”
The struggling girl is placed Jaroslav’s lap. With a ‘good luck’ Dwayne slams the door shut and the suburban speeds away.
Gary looks disappointedly at the departing vehicle. “We should have kept her for a few more fucks.”
Dwayne snorts. “Have you forgotten about those cunts in the van? Let’s get a few beers and then show those little cock-teasers some fun.”
End Chapter 8
Carissa’s wrists are bound behind her with a cock-and-ball gag stuffed down her throat. She’s relieved when Jaroslav pops out the gag as the suburban lurches forward.
“Well, well, little cunt. You’re going to tell us where we need to go, yes?”
“Please don’t hurt me! I’ll tell you, I swear!”
Jaro brushes his fingers sensuously across Carissa’s silken breasts as the suburban approaches the highway.
“Lead on, my dear girl.”
“Go north on highway 51. You take that until you get to the Witby exit. He’s waiting for me in an abandoned warehouse near the harbor.”
The Captain gently strokes the girl’s bare belly, his breath warming Carissa’s slender neck.
“Good girl – but will you be a good little slut for me too?”
“Please Master, they’ve already fucked me!” Carissa wails.
The Captain feigns surprise. “Aaahh…and I bet you are wondering if there is a larger, more magnificent cock for you to impale your tight little snatch upon, aren’t you, my little cum-slut?”
Carissa shakes her head furiously. “Please Master…I’m cooperating…have mercy, Master.”
Suddenly Jaro’s huge hand squeezes her slender neck, forcing chocking gasps from the poor girl. “Wrong answer, bitch! The more squirming you do, the more pain I have to offer you!”
He holds the flailing girl to his chest with one arm as he unzips his pants and drags them to his knees. The driver glances over, his cock clearly hardening at the sight of his commander preparing to impale the girl. His crotch is now a mighty bulge, a fact his commander doesn’t fail to notice.
Jaro suddenly stops, motioning to the driver. “Saigo, I’ve always been a good commander, have I not? Always willing to share the spoils?”
Saigo grins sheepishly, his cheeks crimson as he realizes the clear signal of carnal lust that his commander now notices.
“Yes, Captain, this is so!” he replies.
“Pull over – you get to fuck her while you drive…if you think you can handle that.”
“Yes, Captain, yes Sir!” Saigo salutes with enthusiasm, pulling to the side of the road. Soon the brunette is straddling the short Asian, whose pants are down around his ankles. She faces away from him, shuddering as the cock feels its new, warm home in the girl’s cunt.
“Uuuhhh please be gentle,” she moans as he begins thrusting upward while driving down the straight, open highway. She’s feeling sore after her recent rape, and surprisingly Saigo slows his thrusts to meet her request.
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