"Sold into slavery" - читать интересную книгу автора (Richmond Charles)

CHAPTER NINE

Susan sat in the little hut thinking about the past three days and all that had transpired. She thought about the times she had eaten, sucked, and licked Lucy's dripping pussy as the woman lay back, legs spread wide and moaning loudly.

The sound of metal against metal brought her out of her dream. She made no move to cover her nakedness as Mr. Rowdy entered. He stood looking down at her as she swing her legs around and sat on the side of the bed.

"I have heard that you did very well with Jerome and Lucy."

"I'm glad they were pleased, Master."

"Lucy was more than pleased, as was Jerome, but it's Lucy that's really difficult to please. It's seldom she wants her husband to bid on the same girl twice." Mr. Rowdy smiled.

Susan looked up. "You mean they want me back, Master?"

"Providing he can outbid the others," Mr. Rowdy said.

"I can only say again that I'm glad I pleased them, Master."

Mr. Rowdy turned around and pulled the stool over to the bed. He sat his heavy body down and looked at Susan again. "I hear that you even enjoyed the pain, is that true?"

Susan cast her eyes down. "I-I don't know if I enjoyed the pain or it was just the heat of the moment that I got caught up in, Master. I think it will take more time before I can give you an honest answer."

Mr. Rowdy smiled as he patted Susan's bare thigh." Well, we'll find out a little more next Friday night. You're scheduled to go on first and I've ordered Ken and Doug to put you to a real test."

"Oh," Susan said.

Mr. Rowdy stood up and pushed the stool back under the desk.

"I think I'll be in the audience Friday night just to see your performance," he said as he went to the door.

As the days passed, Susan thought about the upcoming show and wondered what Mr. Rowdy had meant by having Ken and Doug put her to a real test.

Finally Friday came and Susan felt the nervousness running through her body. She tried to read but couldn't keep her mind on it. She found herself pacing her little room, biding the time until finally, at last they came.

The door opened and Ken and Doug stood there in their black leather outfits.

"Come on, cunt," Ken said.

"But I'm not dressed, Master."

"I said come on," Ken said, starting toward Susan. With one hand he grabbed her arm and swung her stumbling barefooted onto the gravel outside her little hut.

Roughly she was shoved forward in front of them toward the back door of the corrugated building. They didn't take her to the little waiting room, but went straight up the stairs and stood at the stage door entrance. She could hear the murmuring and mutterings coining from the audience of men as they waited for the night's first act.

Suddenly Doug grabbed a leather harness and began putting it on Susan. The harness consisted mainly of two inch-wide straps that crossed her shoulders, ran down across her tits and through her crotch, with one strap to each side of her cunt-lips, up through the crack of her ass where they separated and buckled just behind her shoulders. A third strap crossed her back from one shoulder strap to the other just below her neck. This strap was wider and had a ring mounted right in the center of it.

Next her arms were pulled behind her back and metal cuffs were snapped around her wrists. Ken then took a piece of rope and knotted one end around her arm just above her right elbow. The rope then went around her left arm just above her elbow. Susan grunted as her elbows were then pulled together in the middle of her back. She felt the strain on her shoulders and back muscles as they tightened. The pain dug all the way around to her upper chest muscles, but the position in which they had put her arms had thrust her full rounded tits forward making them seem even larger than they were.

Then Ken opened the door and gave Susan a shove. As she fell forward, struggling to keep her balance, the audience became quiet. She knew they were staring at the way the straps cut up harshly into her crotch, pushing her cunt lips out.

Susan looked toward the center of the stage and saw a strange-looking contraption that reminded her of an old butter churn. The central difference was the long black dildo mounted on the handle protruding from the center of the contraption. Just above the churn-like device dangled a rope with a hook in the end of it. The rope ran straight up to a pulley and back down to the crank at the rear of the stage.

Ken pushed her forward until she was standing directly behind the odd-looking machine. The black dildo was waist-high in front of her. Doug was behind her and reaching up for the hook as Ken moved to the rear of the stage and turned the crank, lowering the hook.

Susan beard the hook slip into the ring mounted in the strap right behind her neck and then the sound of the rope pulling through the pulley and the click of the crank. As the rope tightened, she felt her body being lifted. Her feet left the floor as the straps running through her crotch dug painfully into her body.

Once her cunt was high enough, Doug moved her suspended body directly over the black dildo. It aimed at her pussy now, and she felt her body being lowered until the very tip of the black dildo was pressing against her pussy-lips.

Suddenly her body stopped as Doug took a tube of Vaseline out of his pocket. He squeezed a large glob of it directly in the center of her pooched-out cunt lips and smeared the grease around. She could see him then put a glob of the lubricant on the black dildo and smear it all over the ugly looking device.

"Okay," he said to Ken, and as she held her cunt-lips apart, she felt her body slowly start to lower. She felt the black dildo cock-head push her cunt-lips apart as it fucked into her body.

Lower and lower she went, feeling the massive black dildo fuck deeper and deeper into her body, filling her cunt completely before the lowering of her body finally stopped.

Ken moved back to the front of the stage. "Gentlemen, have you ever wondered how many times a female can climax? Well, we can't speak for all females, but we can certainly get a pretty good idea with this one. The machine you see between this slut's legs is such that it will automatically fuck her, and Doug has a control box that can speed it up at will. Also, the arm of the machine can be made to rotate as much as one whole foot in diameter. Now, while Doug is operating the Fuck Machine, I will be using the cat on the lovely creature, urging her climaxes on. Also, as you can see, we have a number board up here."

Ken pointed to a board of plywood that had been wheeled onto the stage to Susan's right.

"The numbers from one to one hundred are there for you to place bets on, and they indicate he amount of times our little slave might climax. So at this point gentlemen, Doug will be taking bets. Put your money on whatever number you think will be the winning number of climaxes before the slave passes out."

Chairs moved and men edged to the stairs leading up onto the stage, and forming a line to place their bets.

"Oh, by the way, gentlemen," Ken said. "The winner gets to take our little slave home next weekend, and if we have more than one winner, there will be a draw of cards with the high card winning the girl."

The betting took about fifteen minutes, and soon the men were all back in their seats waiting and hoping that their number selection would be the winning one.

"Now gentlemen, we begin." Ken smiled and nodded at Doug.

Susan heard a hum start up below her and the dildo, already fully within her body, began easing slowly back out. She felt the stiff rubbery material slide along her cunt walls until only the very tip of the cock-head was still separating her cunt-lips. She felt the fluttering in her stomach and she felt her heart pounding a little faster knowing that it would be beating even faster within the next few minutes.

She hadn't seen Ken move around behind her with the cat, but she heard it swish through the air.

"Aaaaaaaargh!" she groaned as her body jerked, the nine knotted leather thongs slamming into her back. The jerk of her body rammed her pussy forward on the black dildo, bringing additional pain shooting up through her cunt.

Again her body lurched and she screamed as the whip dug into her back. The dildo was fully extended into her body and dug cruelly against the walls of her pussy. The dildo eased back out as the leather thongs slashed across her back once again. Susan screamed in agony as she lurched forward, jamming her clit against the tip of the black dildo and sending a second wave of shock into her body.

"Oooooh! God, nooooooo!" she cried out as the dildo fucked back up into her body.

Doug had turned the dial up on the remote control box just as Ken swung the thongs against the soft flesh of her ass. Her body jolted forward and the dildo tore at the walls of her cunt. It moved up and down faster now, and it seemed like every second time it fucked up into her the lash was biting somewhere against her skin, leaving its stripes and welts.

All of a sudden the black dildo started going around in circles. Not only was it driving up and down, but also it made wide, sweeping arcs, grinding the cock-head against her pussy walls as it rotated.

Ken had whipped her twenty times, leaving ridges of patterned welts crisscross by deep red stripes. It seemed like there wasn't an inch of flesh he hadn't beaten, and Susan wailed in pain from each biting stroke.

Suddenly the rotating arm the black dude was mounted on stopped swirling around and dropped back to a steady piston of her cunt. The cat stopped slashing into her back, ass and thighs. It was only the dildo fucking in and out of her body, and she once again felt the fluttering within her lower stomach begin to work on her.

Chairs were brought out for Ken and Doug to sit on. They sat watching the dildo fuck in and out faster and faster. They waited for the girl's first climax.

Susan dropped her head back and closed her eyes. She could feel her excitement getting stronger and stronger as the thick black dildo fucked her cunt. She could feel her pleasure rising from the effect of the dildo steadily fucking her, but it wasn't enough.

She straightened her head up, and as she opened her eyes, she saw Ken and Doug sitting there watching her. Then she knew what was missing. She needed pain. Not the overpowering pain that had been driving at her cunt, keeping her body from responding, but the whip, she needed the whip.

"Need something, cunt?" Ken smiled tip at her.

She hesitated, afraid to ask.

"Go on, speak up," Ken said.

"I-I need more!" she moaned.

"More what?"

"The whip! Please whip me! I need the pain!" she cried.

"How about on your tits?" Ken asked.

"Anywhere! I need the pain with…"

"With what?"

"I need the pain to help me – to help me reach an orgasm!" she groaned.

Ken stood up in front of Susan's jiggling body. He reached for her tit-flesh, grasping each bouncing tit and squeezing his fingers deeply into the soft flesh.

"Oooooh, yesssss!" Susan hissed as the pain shot through her tits.

Her head tossed back once again as the fingers twisted the flesh first one way then the other. "Yessssss! Oh yessssss!" she gasped, trying to press her tits harder into his twisting fingers.

"Okay, cunt, we'll put a few stripes on these tits of yours."

Ken stepped off to the side and raised the cat.

"Aaaaaiiieeeee!" Susan screamed as nine thongs of leather crossed both of her tits at once, digging into her supple flesh.

She felt her tits bounce and jerk as the thongs pulled away, leaving a trail of red stripes brightly showing against the rest of the milk-white tit-flesh.

"Aaaarrrgh! Oh, oh, oh, yessssss!" She felt her excitement rising to meet the oncoming climax building within her body.

She arched her tits outward as much as possible, waiting for the next blow. It came across her stomach just as she felt the juices let go within her cunt. She screamed as once again the pain mixed with the pleasure that had built up within her.

The whip continued slashing at her stomach, tits and legs as a second orgasm ripped through her body, and then a third and a fourth. She was exhausted from the climaxes, but they didn't stop as the whip tore at her flesh and the dildo kept up its steady fucking in and out of her cunt. A fifth, sixth and seventh climax tore through every nerve of her body.

The whipping stopped, but Susan didn't notice. She had passed into complete blackness after the ninth climax. Her head flopped back and she passed out.

Slowly the crank was turned, pulling her limp body up off the black dildo. Her fuck-juices ran down her legs, dripping onto the floor as the machine was removed from in front of her. The crank was turned again and her body was lowered until she was lying on her side, completely oblivious to everything around her. Doug took the hook out of the ring as three men shouted from the audience. They were the winners.

Susan's eyes fluttered open. She felt her head shaking back and forth as she tried to escape the terrible smell of ammonia wafting up into her nostrils.

"Ah, our little whore is awake!" Ken smiled. Susan looked up. Her arms ached. Her whole body ached. Her pussy felt like it had a burning torch inside of it. She was totally spent. She tried to stand, but her legs wouldn't hold her and she felt Ken lift her up over his shoulder and carry her back to her little hut. She knew her arms were being unbound and the harness was being taken off, but it all seemed like a dream.

The next morning Serena awakened her.

"Wake up, Susan. Come on, Susan, let's open those eyes."

As her eyes slowly focused, the pain returned to her body. It seemed like every inch of her flesh was torn by pain. Serena helped her sit up and brought her breakfast tray over to the cot.

"Owoohhh!" Susan cried out as she touched several welts on her legs.

"We'll take care of those as soon as you've had something to eat," Serena said.

Susan gulped down the food. The beating and the climaxes had really taken a toll on her body and she felt the need for nourishment. Within minutes the two eggs, two pieces of toast, bacon and coffee were gone. Serena took the tray to the desk and then sat down next to Susan.

"We have to get this body healed up for the coming weekend. You have to be ready for Mr. Arnold by Friday evening," Serena said.

"Who's Mr. Arnold?" Susan asked. "He's the one who ended up winning you last night."

"Can I ask you something, Mistress?"

"Yes."

"Do you know how many climaxes I had last night?"

"I heard you had nine, all within ten minutes. Now, let's start on these wounds." Serena went to the task of getting Susan nursed back to health.

All week long Serena bathed Susan's wounds.

She used a special ointment on Susan's pussy and enjoyed pressing the ointment up into the girl's cunt and smearing it around, feeling the heat and moistness of her cunt. Every day Serena worked on Susan, she thought about the girl's delicious mouth and how that tongue had brought her to a great climax.

Four days passed before Susan began feeling pretty good and almost all of the welts and stripes had completely vanished. When Serena came in to take care of her, it was Susan who initiated the action.

"You've been good to me, Mistress. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?" She smiled devilishly at Serena.

Serena looked down at Susan. "I'm sure there is. Do you have anything special in mind?"

"Would it be an imposition if I wanted to show my gratitude by giving you the pleasure of my tongue?"

"I'm sure that would be no imposition at all, and I thank you for wanting to give me a little pleasure for taking care of you, but this is my job, so you don't have to do it unless you want to or I order you to."

Susan looked up at Serena. "I want to, Mistress."

Serena sat down on the cot and parted the front of her dress as Susan knelt down on the floor. Moving forward, she stared at the juicy cunt waiting for her tongue and knew she was going to enjoy giving Serena the best tongue fucking she had ever had. Her tongue swept in large arcs across the full pussy-Lips, bringing an immediate groan of pleasure from the woman.

Susan moved her fingers up to Serena's pussy and pulled the pussy-lips apart as her tongue lapped up and down on each smooth-skinned cunt-lip. Serena leaned back, almost lying on the bed as she enjoyed the touch of the slave's tongue on her pussy-lips.

Susan moved her tongue to the center of the woman's cunt and pressed it forward, fucking it as far into the woman's cunt-hole as she could get it. She swirled her tongue back and forth and up and down, before bringing it back out to lick up the full length of the pussy-slit, from top to bottom and back up again, until the tip of her tongue found the woman's clit peeking out from under its hood.

"Ooooh, yeeeeeaaaah!" Serena cried.

Susan flicked her tongue back and forth across the stiff cock-like clit and felt Serena press her hips forward, driving the clit harder against Susan's tongue.

"Do it, baby! Do it, do it, do it!" Serena cried as her hips began pumping up and down. She could feel the slave's tongue fucking in and out of her sopping wet cunt, bringing stinging sensations to every part of her body.

Susan stabbed her tongue in and out, lapping upwards with each motion until she felt Serena's clit rub across her tongue. She felt Serena pressing her hips upward with each caress of her tongue into the woman's cunt-hole. The juices from the woman's cunt covered her cheeks, lips, nose, and dripped down her chin.

"God, yessssssss!" Serena screamed, and grabbed Susan by the back of the head, pressing the slave girl's face harder against her cunt. "Yeeeeaaaaahhhhh! I'm cummmmmmming, cumininming, baby!"

Susan felt the flood of pussy-juice cover her tongue as Serena released a flood of cunt-cum. The fuck-juice poured out of the woman's cunt, mixing with the lubricating fluids already covering Susan's face and dropping onto the cot beneath her chin. She felt like Serena was going to smother her as she held her face hard against her seething cunt, but finally the woman relaxed. Her hands fell away from Susan's head as the woman completely collapsed back on the bed.

Susan backed away from between Serena's legs and looked up.

Serena looked down at Susan and both women smiled.