### BZ-183 ###
Torture Loft
By Unknown


CHAPTER ONE

“I’m bored. Let’s do something,” came from the man as he leaned back against his chair 
and looked at his friends sitting across from him at the table.

“Sounds great, Warren, but what?”

“Come on, Vic, Warren is right. We need to do something. Something that would have 
made Jim proud of us.”

“Proud,” Vic interrupted, “How in the hell would Jim know? For Christ’s sake, we buried 
him today.”

“That’s right, Vic. We just buried a very special man. And I, for one, agree with Nick. We 
should do something special in memory of Jim. Something he would have been proud of 
being a part of.”

“Oh, shit, Warren. We all know that the only thing Jim was proud of was his damned cock 
and his way with women.”

“So? Let’s do that,” Warren insisted as a plan began to form in his brain. “Something that 
involves our cocks. And our way with women.”

Picking up on Warren’s theme, Vic began to get his own ideas on the matter. “Hell, yes. 
Why not? We still have the loft and all of the equipment that Jim left. All we need is a gal or 
two and we’re all set.”

“The loft? Are you out of your mind? Crying out loud, Jim was killed in the damned loft.”

“Yes. Jim was killed in the loft.” Warren said as he leaned forward and placed his clinched 
fists on the table. “And the bitch that killed him is free. Free to breath. Free to live. Free to fuck
up someone else, the way she did Jim. And I don’t think that’s fair. I think,” working himself 
into a building rage as he remembered, “that it is time for her to pay.”

“Easy, Warren,” Nick put in as he began to see that Warren was getting very, very serious. 
“We can’t do a thing to her. For Christ’s sake, Warren, her father is the fucking Chief of Police. 
We get anywhere near her and the cops jump on us like ants at a picnic. Besides, she didn’t kill
him. He died of a damned heart attack.”

“Right, Nick. Jim died of a heart attack. A heart attack brought on by Bianca Troy, the slut 
of Detroit.”

“You can’t blame Bianca, Warren. For Christ’s sake, she was tied and bound. How the hell 
could she kill him?”

“How? I’ll tell you how. Bianca Troy is a pain loving slut. And she was the one who got Jim 
into the pain scene in the first place. She is the one who helped decorate the loft. She is the 
one who kept egging Jim on. Making him try weirder and weirder things just to keep her 
sluttish body happy. Damn it to hell, I was the one who found them. Don’t you think I know 
what was going on?”

“Warren, listen to Nick,” Vic told him, even if he did halfway agree with him. “Bianca’s 
father is one dude that you don’t want to mess with. And even if he wasn’t, Jim liked what he 
did with Bianca. Shit, he even invited us over to watch. And who could blame him? Hell, we all 
got hard cocks just watching what she could endure.”

“And that, Vic, is precisely my point.”

“Huh?”

“Bianca craves pain.”

“So?”

“So, we give her what she wants.”

As each man there stopped to think about Warren’s words, the all thought back…

*

Jim, Warren, Nick and Vic had grown up in each other’s pockets. They learned to walk 
together. They were on the same baseball teams as they grew up. They pooled their money 
together and bought their first car together. They got drunk together. And one unbelievable 
night they had all fucked the same gal until they were all four limp cocked and dragging like 
so much cooked spaghetti.

After high school they had all set out to conquer the world. But the world proved to be a 
hard nut to crack, so they each found a job that paid enough to get them by. All except Jim.

Jim had a knack for making things happen. No one, including Jim, quite knew how he 
landed his job with one of the many metal shops in Detroit, but get it he did and things began
to happen. While working one day on a special order, Jim began to look at it and wonder. 
Thinking he saw a better way to do it, he took his idea to the boss, who agreed. Five years 
later he was heading the development division and raking in the bucks.

None of the others had succeeded as well, but they were still fast friends and freely shared 
with each other. Which is why when Jim bought the loft they were so curious.

None of them had been told a thing. Except to show up at the loft at eight. Together. For 
the time of their lives.

The loft had been bought by Jim several months ago, yet try as they did, no one could get 
Jim to tell them a thing about it. But they did know, or at least suspect, that the loft was more 
than a private retreat for Jim.

He had spent hours, days, weeks working in it and whenever he talked about, there was a 
look in his eyes. A look that promised heaven. And they were more than eager to see just 
what the hell it held.

They met in front of the building and with joking and teasing they made their way up the 
elevator to the top floor.

“You got any idea what he’s got in there,” Nick asked, as they stopped in front of the door 
before entering.

“No, but if his smiles and grins mean anything, it must be good. But why the hell are we 
just standing here? Let’s open the damned door and find out.”

“Right.”

Vic reached for the door and turned the knob. Well, he tried to anyway. It was locked. 
“What the hell?”

Jim had purposely locked the door. He wanted to make sure that everything was perfect. 
“Smile, Bianca. Give them a real good welcome,” he said as he looked over in the corner and 
smiled as she smiled in return.

Oh yes, he thought, everything was just perfect, as he walked to the door and unlocked it.

“Hey, great. You guys are on time. Come on in,” Jim paused for a while before adding, “and
see if anything catches your interest.”

“What the hell is the big secret, Jim,” Nick asked as the three of them walked in as Jim 
closed the door behind them, and made a big production out of locking it behind them.

“Welcome to the loft and what it has to offer.”

“You say it as if it’s a title or something,” Warren said as he turned his head to look around.
“What the hell…”

The other heads turned to see what Warren was looking at. And they, too, were frozen in 
place, vocal cords inoperable, by what they were looking at. Or more precisely, who.

Their first glances around proved that the loft was not a casual meeting place as they had 
thought. In fact it resembled a cross between a metalworking shop and a damned dungeon. 
Weird metal poles, beams, angled pieces were all over the place. But that wasn’t what they 
were staring at. Well, part of it was, but the main thing wasn’t what had captured their 
attention.

The main thing was the woman who was attached to what looked like a massive vice. And 
another vice type thing was hanging from her damned tit. In the silence that reigned for 
several long seconds each of them gave their full attention to her and what was being done to
her. A blond woman had her right arm squeezed between two opposing sides of the biggest 
damned vice any of them had ever seen. It was a huge sucker that easily dwarfed her arm. The
metal stand looked like it weighed a ton, but they could see that her arm passed through it 
and was chained to the other side by a manacle attached to the base of the vice.

Her left arm was raised over her head and it, too, was encased in a manacle that was 
chained to another ring in the base of the metal stand. As were her ankles.

But what really got their full attention was the vice like clamp that was on her left tit. That 
clamp looked like it could easily weigh at least eight pounds. And her tit was supporting all 
eight pounds of the weight because it was screwed together so tightly that her tit was quite 
compressed.

In fact her boob looked like it was trapped inside of a weird horseshoe. Her tit was so 
compressed that it actually oozed over the two opposing sides and the screw turning device 
that made it work.

But the most amazing thing was the gal herself.

She wasn’t screaming. In fact she looked calm as hell, considering her predicament. As 
they stood there in total amazement she actually smiled at them and slid her legs apart as if in
invitation.

“Guys, met Bianca, who has graciously consented to be the entertainment for the 
evening.”

“The entertainment?” came out of Nick’s constricted throat as he tried to determine what 
he was seeing with what he was feeling.

“Right, the entertainment. Who wants to put the other clamp on her right tit? Warren?”

Warren had been just as amazed as the others but he was quicker to understand what was 
being offered. He knew, instinctively, that the gal was there of her own free will. Her smile and 
relaxed pose told him that much. What he hadn’t quite figured out was the role that the three 
of them were to play. That is until Jim offered her other tit to him and the clamp. At that point 
all doubts vanished.

“I assume that we get to fuck her, too. Right?”

“Naturally. Bianca just loves to fuck, but only after she is in the right frame of mind. Don’t 
be bashful. She loves pain. And fucking. Right Bianca?”

Bianca didn’t bother to answer. She just smiled at the men staring at her and arched her 
chest out, offering her tit to the clamp or to whatever else they wanted to do to it, as Warren 
began to walk to her with a gleam in his eyes that she instantly understood.

Warren would just love to hurt her, and maybe even fuck her when the mood struck. She 
smiled at that thought and spread her legs wider apart so her pussy lips hung free in the 
warm air as he walked to her with a look in his eyes that said it all.

“Not the ah bashful type, are you,” she asked as his hand reached up and pressed her right
tit flesh together almost as much as the vice was doing to her left one. She arched her back 
and forced even more tit flesh into his squeezing hand.

“No,” as his only comment as his eyes drilled into the flesh he was squashing. Curling his 
hand into a fist, with her trapped between opposing sides of his hand, he began to exert more
and more pressure. Her tit flattened and oozed between his fingers as she took a deep breath 
that forced even more tissue into his grasp.

“Which do you like more? The pain or the bondage?”

His question caught her by surprise. Damned few ever bothered to ask, they usually just 
took advantage of what was offered. But that didn’t stop her from answering him, though. “I… 
both,” she got out around her shallow breathing caused by the added pain he was giving her.

Warren smiled at her responses, both spoken and displayed by her body’s reaction to what
was happening to it. He had no doubts that Bianca was in pain. Hell, that had been a fact 
before his arrival.

But what peaked his interest was her casual acceptance of the pain.

Warren had had sex on the rougher side before, hell all of them had, including the one 
night they all had the same gal at seventeen. But what the others hadn’t know was that 
Warren had had more such encounters with others and found them vastly satisfying to the 
extreme. On three different occasions he had even used a whip on female flesh and loved it. 
And with that as previous experience, he knew what was standing in front of him.

Bianca was a devoted pain lover. A bondage lover. And most likely an avid fucker, too. But 
that took second place to the other. That was easily discernible by her actions, both to him 
and what she had already endured before his arrival. He did not mistake the obvious scent of 
her arousal. Hell, it filled the loft with its pungent aroma. An aroma that filled his cock faster 
than his attention to her tit.

“What would you say if I said I wanted to whip your sluttish flesh?”

Bianca shivered.

With lust, and answered, “Thank you.”

Warren smiled and squeezed even harder, making her gasp. But she did not voice any 
objections at all, as he knew, instinctively, she wouldn’t.

“I accept,” Warren said as he finally turned to Jim and answered his previous question.

Vic and Nick weren’t quite sure what Warren was accepting, but Jim was as he reached to 
a shelve and pulled off another vice to match the one on Bianca’s left tit.

“Nothing unusual, Warren. Just you standard everyday over the counter vice,” Jim said as 
he placed it in Warren’s hand. “Make it good and tight. After all, we wouldn’t want it to come 
off, now would we?”

“No. No, we wouldn’t. Why don’t you round up a few more toys for us to use on her while 
I attend to this?”

Jim knew that Warren was a kindred spirit as he, and Nick and Vic, watched him jam the 
opened vice beneath Bianca’s tit. Her bag of flesh climbed up her chest as the hunk of metal 
dug into her chest wall.

Achieving the exact placement on her chest that he desired, Warren used his other hand 
to pull her nipple forward, elongating her puffed up flesh until it resembled a stretched water 
filled balloon.

Then he began turning the small bar at the end of the handle and the opposing sides of 
the vice began to come together, trapping and pressing Bianca’s tit. Spin, spin, the small bar 
spun around as her tit began to grow and swell around the cool metal digging into her right 
tit.

Bianca couldn’t stop herself from lowering her eyes to watch, too, as the cool metal closed
around her. The textured sides of the vice did not slip on her straining flesh as they came 
closer and closer together as her tit billowed and seemed to grow before their very eyes. And 
with each turn of the small bar, the pain increased and with the pain her arousal soared.

Her nipple popped out, hard and proud on the end of her squashed bag of painful flesh. 
Her cunt gave a gush of juice and she felt it dribble down her track, lubricate her puffed up 
cunt lips, and begin to coat her inner legs as Warren continued to turn the bar, making her 
right tit compress much more than her left one.

That, and the fact that there were four hard cocks for her to see, quickly made her hotter 
than hell. But she knew that there was much, much more to come, and that make her 
extremely happy. And horny.

Jim, Nick and Vic had been making jesting remarks all along as Warren made Bianca’s tit 
compressed as hell, but when Warren finally stopped turning the bar and let the heavy vice 
hang from her tit, Bianca’s groan eliminated the last of their doubts. It was a groan of 
unadulterated lust and they could no longer have any doubts that Bianca Troy was precisely 
where she wanted to be, having her body treated exactly how she wanted it treated.

“Get her out of that thing, Jim. We’ll need room to maneuver,” Warren said as he anxiously
anticipated what was about to transpire between the five occupants of the room.

“Nick and Vic, why don’t you two free her arms like Warren suggested. But don’t remove 
the shackles. Those, I’m sure, will come in handy later on.”

Finally jarred into motion, Nick and Vic eagerly complied. The huge, upright vice that was 
holding her in place was simple to open, and soon her right arm was freed from it as they 
easily followed the ends of the chains from her shackles and saw two small keys hanging from 
rings in the chains. Rightly assuming that the keys unlocked the ends of her chains, they used 
them and shortly thereafter Bianca calmly lowered her arms at her sides.

She stood there, in front of all four of them, calmly, as shackles hung from her four 
extremities and the two vices hung from and pressed her tits painfully into themselves. As 
they all watched, she placed her hands behind her back, spread her legs wider and took a 
deep breath as she waited for them to take charge like she knew they would.

“So? What’s your pleasure, guys?” Jim asked as they all stared at the composed, but 
obviously, horny gal before them.

“I… ahh hell, I want to fuck her,” came from Nick as he ran a hand over the obvious lump 
of his jeans.

“That’s got my vote, too,” Vic confirmed as he began to unbutton his shirt in anticipation 
of the action to come.

“I don’t think so, not quite yet anyway,” was Warren’s opinion. The others looked at him, 
and he continued, “I think she is entirely too comfortable yet.”

“Huh?”

“Ever whipped ass, Vic? If you haven’t, let me tell you, it’s an experience you’ll never forget.
How about it? Want to give it a try?”

“Whip… whip ass? Are you out of your mind, Warren?”

“No. Bianca would love it, wouldn’t you?” he asked as he turned his head toward her.

Then as all four of them watched, two with surprise, two without any what so ever, Bianca 
smiled and slowly turned around, bent over, making the vices hanging from her tits pull them 
even more, and offered up her ass. With hands on her knees she turned her head to look back
at the four men behind her.

She gave her ass a twitch. The heavy metal chains rattled across the floor. Her tits shook 
and the vices made them wiggle and stretch.

“Any more absurd questions, Vic?” Jim asked as he began to walk away to fetch some 
appropriate toys to play with.

As the three remaining men sat around the table none of them could forget what 
happened after that.

Each, with varying degrees of skill and desire, had indeed whipped her ass. Her back. And 
after making her stand up, her tits, too, without bothering to remove the vices hanging from 
them.

And then they had fucked her.

Two at a time.

Over and over until none of them could get it up again.

When they could no longer perform’, they collectively chained her to four of the numerous
rings that abounded around the loft and whipped her again until each of them fucked her one
last time.

When the other three had finally left, Bianca had been chained to one of the many poles in
the loft, a dildo in each of her three openings. Jim told them that she had remained so until 
the following morning when he released her.

Six months later Jim had died of a heart attack while engaging in similar activities with 
Bianca Troy. Warren, who had been invited to come over that night, had found Jim already 
cold, lying on the floor. Bianca was hanging above his dead body, her tits encased in yards of 
tightly wrapped chains. Her legs widely spread by yet more chains, and her cunt stuffed with 
two dildos.

Warren had been so enraged by Jim’s death he had picked up the whip that was still 
clutched in Jim’s dead hand and whipped her until he thought he, too, would die. And 
through it all Bianca had screamed.

In lust.

Yes, it was time for her to pay. To pay dearly for what she had done to Jim.

“I say we check out the loft and see that it’s all still there, then get Bianca and bring her 
back. How about it? You guys with me on this?”

“I agree, Warren, but on one condition.”

“What’s that?”

“We don’t kill her. We can torment her and fuck her, but we don’t kill her.”

“Fine by me. Besides, if we killed her, it would be over too fast. And I plan on making that 
bitch suffer. Suffer for a long, long time.”

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CHAPTER TWO


Bianca would have loved to go along with Warren’s plans, if she had known of them, but of 
course she didn’t.

At the moment she had other things to occupy her thoughts.

Things like her parents.

Bianca was the only child they had and she had, since the age of twelve, been given very 
special treatment by both of them.

Painful treatment.

Humiliating treatment.

Treatment that began with spankings and hours of bondage and had steadily escalated 
since then to incorporate any and everything they could think of to torment her with.

But something had happened along the way that even they found hard to understand.

Bianca loved each and every second of her abuse. Be it ropes, chains, whip, cock or pussy. 
By the time she was sixteen she began to actively seek out such treatment, from her parents 
and from others and she had been remarkable successful in all of her endeavors. It seemed 
that few could resist her plea to harm her, bind her and/or fuck her. At least she couldn’t recall
being denied since she had turned sixteen.

By the time she turned nineteen she didn’t even consider that her requests would be 
denied. She had a body that drove men and woman wild. Wild to take her. Wild to abuse her. 
Wild to engage in any and all forms of sexual release. Bianca loved it all. An admitted 
submissive, she saw absolutely nothing wrong in placing her body at any one’s command to 
do with as they desired. Be they male or female, it made no difference. She willing served 
them all, no matter their desires.

She reveled in humiliating scenes. She loved to flaunt her body to any and all. She thought
nothing about offering up tits, ass, pussy or whatnot to whomever requested it. Preferably in a
forceful manner, in her option.

Forceful, just like her father and mother who had trained her to obey without the slightest 
hesitation no matter the request. But as time passed, it wasn’t something she had to do, it was
something she wanted to do.

She had had a few normal dates with guys her age over the years. Enough to show her 
what really made her blood boil and her juices leak. Gentle, tender loving care bored her and 
sent her to sleep. Petting, kissing and gentle persuasions were fine for openers but if they 
didn’t past that point after a while she lost interest.

But if a heavy hand happened to make sudden contact to her ass, she’d moan and raise it 
for more of like kind. Or if a hand that was gently caressing her full tits suddenly gave them a 
hefty squeeze, few could doubt her sincere reactions. If words or actions brought her face into
contact with crotch she eagerly brought cock or pussy to shattering climaxes in record time.

And then there was bondage.

She loved it.

The longer and tighter, the better. If she had added up the hours spent in one form or 
another from age sixteen to twenty, her current age, they would have added up to at least a 
year of time.

Her tits had been bound so tight for so long that they had turned almost black. As had her
hands and feet over the years. Her openings had been stuffed to such extremes that it was 
thought they would never resume their normal shape, but they had. And she had begged for 
more.

She had been spanked, whipped with every device ever created by mankind, bound in 
ropes, chains, strings, wires and anything else that was flexible enough to do the job.

She had had ice enemas that made her shiver. And hot ones that had cooked her inside 
out. Her flesh had been poked, prodded, pierced, twisted, pulled and always bounced back to 
its natural form for more.

Her cunt and ass had been filled with cocks, dildos, hands, numerous fruits and vegetables,
wooden devices, metal ones and plastic. On one occasion she had been the proud owner of 
two baseball bats at the same time. Another time her parents had gotten seven police 
nightsticks up her cunt at the same time.

Yes, if she had known of Warren’s plans for her, Bianca would have been in full agreement. 
For two reasons: she liked the way he had treated her in the past when Jim had invited him 
over, and she, too, felt responsible for Jim’s death and needed some means to exonerate her 
guilt feelings. Preferably painful means.

But she didn’t know of his plans, and even if she had there was no way she could have 
acted upon them. For the simple fact that her parents had her completely occupied, as was 
frequently the case.

*

It had been a typical day at the Troy household.

Bianca had risen at seven and prepared breakfast for her parents as they rose and stepped
into their morning showers. When they came down their food was waiting them on the 
kitchen table and Bianca began to serve them as she had for years.

Her only piece of clothing was an apron, and that was allowed only because they didn’t 
like to touch greasy flesh, which they would have had to she not had it on when frying up 
bacon and eggs.

But with the food cooked, the apron was set aside on the counter as she served coffee and
juice. And her body.

Standing between her parents, legs spread, hands behind her head, Bianca’s body was 
theirs to do with as they desired.

“The girls will be coming over this afternoon for bridge, Bianca, and Cheryl requested that 
you wear the harness,” her mother informed her as she reached up and pinched her left 
nipple.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“And make sure you shave close today because Millie wants your cunt.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Don’t forget to make sure she’s ready for the Commissioner tonight at eight, Carol,” Mr. 
Troy informed his wife, as he, too, gave Bianca’s nipple a pinch.

“He is bringing over his wife, too. Seems she can’t get enough of our little slave. She wants
to try out something she read in a porn book that has something to do with a roped crotch.”

“Humm, sounds interesting,” she informed her husband as she slid her hand down her 
daughter’s stomach until she reached her opened slit and drove her finger up her snatch with 
a jarring jab that made Bianca wince. “Hold still, if you know what’s good for you.”

“Yes, aaa ma’am.” But she really was having problems doing so. What with her mother 
working away up her leaking cunt and her father working away at her tits. But she gave it a 
gallant try as she learned of her day’s schedule.

No rest for the wicked,’ she thought and couldn’t help but smile. It was so damned much 
fun being wicked.

As the meal progressed so did her parent’s hands on her body until they were finished 
eating and she began to clear off the table as they sat there and chatted while she worked.

But it was a false scene, as all of them knew what would happen next. It hardly ever varied.

With the table cleared and both parents having finished their second cup of coffee, Bianca 
assumed her normal position across the table as her hither stood up and walked behind her, 
unzipping his pants as he went.

“Spread them and hold them apart like you’re suppose to, bitch.”

“Yes, ah sir.”

Reaching behind her, Bianca pulled her asscheeks apart, tipped her hips up to the correct 
angle and her father’s cock filled her ass in the first stroke. His zipper scraped her hands as she
pulled her cheeks as far apart as she could to allow maximum penetration.

Five minutes later, without her moving at all, he filled her ass with his cream and pulled 
out. As soon as he did, she turned around and wrapped her mouth around his cock and 
washed it clean as her mother calmly frigged her snatch in preparation.

“I’ll be home about six,” he said, and walked out the door leaving his daughter in his wife’s 
control.

With Bianca still kneeling on the floor it was a simple matter to turn her chair slightly, part 
her legs and shove Bianca’s face into her swampy cunt.

Some things never change, Bianca thought as she drilled her tongue up her mother’s 
tunnel and sucked away like the devotee she was.

After making her mother come three shattering times, Bianca stood and finished cleaning 
up after the morning meal. Then left to take her morning shower and prepare for the rest of 
the day.

One o’clock brought the Thursday afternoon bridge game to the Troy house, as it had for 
the last two years. With her mother’s earlier comment about Cheryl Middleton wanting Bianca 
to wear the harness and Millie Sturgeon wanting her cunt, Bianca had the necessary items set 
out and awaiting use as the three middle-aged women walked through the front door and 
make their way to the family room as they did each and ever Thursday afternoon.

Bridge, Bianca style, was always looked forward to with glee.

“Oh, how delightful, Carol. She is ready and waiting,” came from Cheryl as the three 
women looked on with avid interest at the preparations Carol and Bianca had made before 
their arrival. “Let’s cut for assignments and get started.”

It was the custom of the afternoon club to allow luck and fate to determine who would do 
what to the willing Bianca Troy. Each eagerly when to the table that had been set up before 
their arrival and each drew a card. The high card getting to choose their favorite.

“I win,” came from the pleased Cheryl as she held up the ace of spades. “I claim her left tit.”
Millie drew the second highest card and chose the right breast. Carol, Bianca’s mother, was 
the third highest and selected left crotch strap, leaving Mary McHiggins the right one, and the
four matronly women stepped up to the prearranged Bianca and set to work.

Cheryl, who had been the winner the previous week, had been the one to choose the 
method of restraining Bianca for the next afternoon, and Bianca was all ready wearing the 
harness that she had selected.

The harness consisted of numerous straps, buckles, fasteners and adjustments. The central 
strap was a sturdy leather belt-like device that went around Bianca’s waist. It was securely 
fastened in place as each approached her for their own choices.

The strap around her neck held the connecting breasts straps and as Cheryl and Millie 
took charge of them. They began to slid the leather through the buckles and as they pulled 
Bianca’s tits began to compress near her rib cage. In keeping with the winning cards, Cheryl 
was the first to tighten the strap around her tit, pulling it as tight as she could as Bianca’s tit 
began to wrinkle and pucker at the force applied. When she could pull no more, Cheryl slide 
the prong through the whole and they slid the leather through the rest of the buckle.

Then Millie followed her example and fastened Bianca’s other tit just as tight. Then it was 
on to Carol who had won the first crotch strap.

Hanging from the waist belt, two slender straps came between Bianca’s legs, each had 
similar buckling devices that could be adjusted in multiple ways.

Using her left hand to pull Bianca’s cunt lip down, Carol began to tighten that strap, 
pulling it as hard as she could and finally fastening the buckle. Then Mary did likewise to the 
other one.

When they were finished adjusting the harness Bianca was securely bound and highly 
stimulated. Both tits were squashed by the leather straps encircling them and the straps 
connected over her hips held her cunt and asscheeks widely apart and available for later 
attention.

Then it was on to bridge.

They again cut the cards for the deal as Bianca crawled under the table and waited for the 
bidding to be over.

Her job was to suck the dummy until the next hand. And thus it went. As hand followed 
hand, Bianca made her way around underneath the table and pressed mouth, tongue and 
hands into service to whomever was dummy. Her job was to make each come during the time 
it took to play out the hand. If she didn’t, they would have a later claim on her body.

Bianca made sure that each of them did not come at least once during the card playing, 
thus guaranteeing that each would make a special request when the game was over. There 
was also the winner of the day, too, who not only got to choose the next week’s bondage but 
got to have a special selection.

By the final card Bianca had earned six special treatments; four for not making each of 
them come, one for the winner, and one winner of the month.

With tired mouth, Bianca crawled out from under the table so the specials could begin.

“So, Cheryl, what is your selection,” Carol asked of the day’s winner, as Bianca stood before
them.

“On the table, slut, and spread your legs.”

Bianca placed herself on the table, legs hanging over the edge and spread as she saw 
Cheryl pick up the biggest, fattest dildo from the coffee table and approach her opened cunt.

God, was she ever ready for that. Her cunt was a swamp of lust, had been for hours as she 
made her way from cunt to cunt and as the harness made her hotter than hell. “Frig yourself 
while I drill your sluttish cunt.”

Thus saying they went to town. Bianca was more than eager to fine some satisfaction as 
her hands dove to her opened cunt as Cheryl slammed the dildo into her with more force than
style. But she didn’t care. Force was what she needed and with the first touch of her fingers to 
her clit and the first stroke of the dildo, she came. And continued to come for the next ten 
minutes as Cheryl slammed the dildo in and out of her as the other randomly sucked her blue,
blotted tits still encased in the harness.

By the time all had made their special requests, Bianca was one happy female. Twenty 
strokes of the crop to each tit, ass fist fucked, cunt fist fucked and twenty whip strokes to her 
raised ass had produced sixteen magnificent climaxes for Bianca. Then each had received one 
more climax from her mouth before departing for the week.

Mary, the winner of the day, had selected the double-donged crotch strap for the 
following week as her choice.

Bianca was joyously looking forward to next Thursday because she knew that each dong 
was battery powered.

Then it was clean up, shower, dinner and the Commissioner and his wife.

*

Standing nude in the corner of the living room, Bianca waited for the Commissioner and 
his wife to arrive and finish off her day with a rousing round of pain and fucking.

They had visited the Troy’s before and she knew that she would be thoroughly aroused, 
used and fucked before they left for the night. Commissioner Reynolds and his wife, Melissa, 
were both inventive and long lasting.

Two very satisfying ingredients in Bianca’s mind, as she felt goose bumps form on her arms
as the doorbell rang.

“John, Melissa, who nice to see you again,” Bianca’s mother said as the three of them 
exchanged hugs by the front door and as hands roamed over familiar territories.

“Ah, what a delightful sight,” the Commissioner said as he spied Bianca’s nude body in the 
far corner and began to walk toward her. His wife at his side.

“Show me your clit, bitch,” came from Melissa Reynolds as she walked up to Bianca and 
gave her nipple a vicious twist. A second later Bianca’s fingers were pulling her cunt lips apart 
and her enlarged clit was on avid display. None missed its twitching as John twisted her nipple
harder as she slammed her hips forward and took a deep breath to counteract her tendency 
to scream.

“Just as I thought. The slut is hotter than hell anticipating what we’re going to do to her. 
Excited, aren’t you, slut?”

“I… ahh yes ma’am.”

“The thought of tying your cunt in rope makes you wet, doesn’t it?”

“Ahh yes ma’am.”

“Bet you sweet ass it does. Speaking of her ass, why don’t you warm it up, John, while I 
change?”

“Capital idea, my dear. Capital idea. Turn around, bitch, and let us see you slavish ass.”

John didn’t bother to release her tit, so when she turned to obey his order, it was naturally 
ripped out of his grip causing Bianca to utter her first groan of the evening as she turned, 
spread her legs and bent forward at the waist.

No one had any problems at all seeing her ass. Nor did they miss the obvious damage that
had already been applied to it.

There were still the lingering marks left over from the bridge game, not to mention others 
in various stages of healing. Whip marks, the rippled designs of the cane and a general 
reddish glow were all on view to see, touch and elaborate on.

John Reynolds planned to do all three. Starting with sight, but quickly adding touch. 
Reaching his hand out, he traced a vivid red line that went across both ass cheeks, from upper 
right to lower left. Then he traced another one that divided her ass cheek squarely in half.

“Magnificent.”

Keeping his eyes on her ass, he reached for a nearby crop and flexed it in the air a few 
times to get the feel of it as he again stood behind her, slightly off to one side. A moment 
later the sound of leather cracking against skin filled the room, followed by Bianca’s muffled 
moan as she pressed her head into the corner to help remain in place.

Crack, crack, and more cracking sounds filled the room as the evening’s activities began in 
earnest.

With hands placed securely on her knees, Bianca allowed her eyes to travel slowly around 
the room. Melissa Reynolds had divested herself of her clothing and was in the process of 
donning long leather gloves and hood.

Her mother had likewise stripped and was now wearing leather crotchless panties and 
leather cutout bra that made her nipples point straight forward.

As for her father, the Chief of Police, he was wearing tall leather boots, the leather belt and
holster complete with gun unsnapped, and his old patrolman’s cap, and a raging hardon that 
quivered with each stroke of the crop to her ass.

Yes, things were looking good in her opinion as her ass was rapidly heating up for the 
soon to follow action that was sure to head her way with the four people gathering around 
her.

By the time the Commissioner was setting aside the crop, his wife was picking up yards of 
rope. As his cock made it first journey of the night up her pleading asshole, his wife was 
wrapping the first of several loops of rope around Bianca’s neck.

With those secure and her husband pounding away up her ass, Melissa began to wrap the 
rope around Bianca’s hanging tits. Treating them like bags of trash to be thrown away, she 
wrapped them each in a loop of rope, pulling them tighter with each stroke of her husband’s 
cock up Bianca’s ass.

Satisfied that they were captured completely, Melissa reached for a wooden rod and 
placed it across Bianca’s back and flipped her arms over each end and proceeded to tie the 
rope to the rod. Reaching around the bitch her husband was fucking up the ass, she wrapped 
the rope just under Bianca’s ribs, around her back, looping it over the rod, letting the end rest 
and tickle her back as John really began to pound away in her ass.

The rest would have to wait until her husband was done. But while she waited she also had
her jollies.

Picking up the discarded crop she began to whip Bianca’s hanging and bound tits as her 
husband slammed into her harder and faster with each successive stroke. Knowing that he was
reaching his final peak, she swished the crop back and forth across Bianca’s tits so fast it 
became a blur of black as Bianca’s control began to slip.

Bianca had been hot to trot before they had even begun. But when the crop began its 
steady rhythm on her offered ass, she began to really soar. God, how she loved to have her 
ass beaten! And John was anything but gentle with each application to her quivering tush.

But when Mrs. Reynolds began working on her hanging tits, she thought she just might 
jump out of her skin. God, oh God, did tit action ever turn her on! And the combination was 
ecstatic. Ass fucking a whipped ass while her tits were being squashed by ropes was a natural 
turn-on for Bianca and she didn’t try to hide her feelings or her reactions at all. She screamed 
them to all who cared to listen.

“Yyyeesss… aaahhh fucckkkkk mmmmeee ahahhh… binnndd meee… maaakkke meee 
cooommme.”

And that was exactly what she intended to do.

Come.

As if she had any choice in the matter, which she didn’t. For years pain had been her 
stimuli and it was no different as the Commissioner fucked her beaten ass as his wife whipped 
her bound tits.

. She was coming.

No doubts about it.

Her ass clamped down on his surging cock, making it discharge its hefty load of white 
cream to mix with her abundant ass secretions. Her nipples hardened and poked straight at 
the floor as the crop landed again and again. Her entire body shook, shivered, quaked and 
came again as the Commissioner’s cock gave its last shuttering quiver up her sucking ass and 
the crop landed one final time across both throbbing nipples.

“Aaaaahhhh whattt ann asssss… aahhhh.”

Giving her ass a sharp smack, the Commissioner withdrew his lagging cock and stepped 
away. Leaving a clear field for his wife.

Again the crop was relegated to the floor, this time by Melissa, as she reached for the end 
of the rope lying on Bianca’s back. A moment later it was passed through her legs and she was
making Bianca hold it with her free hand as she reached for yet another rope and wound it 
around her upper legs making her press her cunt lips together.

Bianca could easily feel the rope pressed between her cunt lips. Feel the rope jabbing into 
her enlarged clit. And she just knew that she would be feeling all it much, much more real 
soon as she curled her fingers around the rope in her hand and gave it a slight pull. Oh, yes, 
that hunk of rope was a very viable weapon against the tender tissue of her twitching clit.

“Oh, we can do much better than that, slut. Here, let me show you,” came from the smiling
Mrs. Reynolds as she took possession of the rope that Bianca had tugged and gave it a strong 
pull.

Bianca rose up on her toes as the rope squashed the shit out of her compressed clit.

But it did no good.

Mrs. Reynolds just pull that much more and the rope sank into her tenderized, wet, 
twitching clit as if trying to press it into her pubic bone. And she succeeded as the hardened 
clit did it damndest to remain full-fledged.

Bianca finally surrendered to the pain of her compressed clit and let the pain fill her.

But Mrs. Reynolds had different ideas.

Ideas of raising and lowering her hand, which naturally made the rope saw back and forth 
across Bianca’s flattened clit. Back and forth. Back and forth and Bianca’s whole body shivered 
with her climax.

But Melissa didn’t stop there. Oh, no. She just kept doing it over and over. And so did 
Bianca. The rope slide and pressed across her clit and Bianca continued to come with each and
every movement until Anally she simply could not stand any more and slowly melted to the 
floor.

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CHAPTER THREE


The guys had made good time, arriving at the loft fifteen minutes after deciding to go there. 
But as Warren reached for the doorknob, they all stopped dead in their tracks.

“What the hell is the light doing on?”

“I don’t know. But someone is in there and they sure as hell didn’t ask our permission to 
enter.” Warren slid the key in the lock and heard it click. “When I open the door, let’s grab 
whoever’s in there. OK?”

“Right,” came from Vic as he eased a gun out of his pocket and aimed it toward the door. 
He gave Warren a silent nod and the door was slammed open to jar against the wall behind it,
and the three men rushed into the room.

A woman’s scream split the air as six hands instantly surrounded her. Suddenly she was 
pressed between three hard bodies and hands were roaming her shaking body as if they had 
a claim to it. Hands on tits, ass and cunt, as one beefy one covered her mouth so tight she 
could hardly even breath.

At the moment breathing was the least of her worries, though. It was one thing to sneak 
into Jim’s loft when it was empty to investigate it. It was something totally different to be in it 
with three guys who looked like they knew how the hell to use the stuff she had been 
inspecting before their arrival.

But when hands began to tear her clothing from her shaking body while others held her 
very, very firmly in place, she began to shake from more than surprise.

She began to shake in fear.

Who were these guys?

And what were they planning to do to her?

Had her curiosity really gotten her in trouble this time? More so than usual?

But she didn’t have much of an opportunity to think about those questions as she was 
struggling too much trying to keep her clothes on her body. But as seconds passed, it became
a fruitless effort, as piece by piece they were torn from her and toss like so much garbage on 
the floor. One part of her blouse snagging on a steel spiked bar.

A moment later the last article was tossed away and she was totally, and venerably, naked.

What was even more scary was they had yet to say their first word. They had simply 
grabbed her and stripped her in utter silence, and somehow that scared her even more 
because, at least in her mind, it showed that they had done similar things many times and 
didn’t need to voice their intentions to the others.

They were an efficient, silent, powerful team.

Just when she thought she just might faint from lack of air, the hand was removed from 
her mouth. Two of the men stepped away from her as the other held both of her hands tightly
behind her back in one of his.

Then, breaking the silence, they all began to talk at once. Bombarding her with questions 
so fast she didn’t have a chance to answer them in any coherent or orderly fashion.

“Who are you?’ “How the hell did you get in here?”

“What were you doing snooping around?”

“Are you a damned thief?”

“No… I ahh”

“How’d you get in? Do you have a key?”

“Did you know Jim?”

“Yess… I…”

“What were you looking for?”

“Are you one of Jim’s playmates in pain?”

“Why haven’t we seen you before?”

“Speak up, bitch.”

“I… trying toooo… butttt” Finally one of the guys standing in front of her began to take 
charge. Raising his hands, he said, “Give her a chance to answer, for Christ’s sake, will you?”

“Right.”

“Sure.”

“Thank you… I…”

“OK, who the hell are you?” came from the one who seemed to be in charge of the group.

“I… I’m aan Angela… ahh Livermore. Who are you guys anyway?”

“We’ll ask the questions, bitch, and you’ll do the answering.”

“How did you get in here, Angela?”

“I… with… a… key. Jim gave me a key months ago.”

“Why?”

“So I could clean it.”

“Fine. Show me the key.”

“I… I ahh…”

“Where is it, Angela? Where’s the fucking key?”

It was useless. She had no key. She had picked the lock when her curiosity had finally 
gotten the best of her.

Why, oh why, was she so damned curious? Hadn’t she learned anything from past 
experiences? Would she ever learn?

“I… I don’t have a key. But I did know Jim. I just wanted to see the loft. I ahh was curious.”

“Why? Why were you curious?”

How to explain that one was the million dollar question.

“I… ahh live downstairs.”

“So do about twenty other people and I don’t see them here. Why you? What made you 
so curious?” Angela couldn’t answer that question. No way in hell. Because if she did…

The guy holding her began to exert pressure on her arms, forcing them up her back until 
she thought that they would both be twisted out of her shoulder sockets. She groaned in 
pain. Raised up on her tiptoes. He just pulled that much more are her chest arched out, 
pointing her exposed tits at the other two who were leering at her.

Somehow Angela knew that she was going to pay dearly for her curiosity.

Just how, she wasn’t sure. But she was beginning to get the idea.

“Why did you break in here, slut?” the man seemingly in charge asked again. Only this 
time he accompanied his question by reaching his hand to her exposed left nipple and giving 
it a painful twisting pull.

Angela groaned in pain, both from the treatment of her abused nugget and the continued
pressure on her arms and shoulders. “I… ahhh was curious.”

“Why? What were you so curious about?”

Again he twisted and pulled her nipple to accentuate his question.

“Because… ahhh because of the soundsss… ahhh I heard.”

Warren knew instantly what sounds she was talking about. Sounds of whips, screams and 
other similar things. In just his limited visits to the loft, he knew what sounds had peaked her 
curiosity.

Jim had done some soundproofing, but he knew from experience, that not all was 
eliminated from escaping the loft. He had heard the unmistakable sounds of Jim whipping 
Bianca on two occasions that he had come here. Yes, he knew what Angela was referring to. 
But it still didn’t answer all of his questions.

Not in the least.

“What kind of sounds? What did you hear coming from here?”

Angela felt like he was unscrewing her nipple from her tit, he had twisted it so much. And 
as the pain began to fill her entire body her brain began to function less and less, as she 
began to honestly answer the questions flying at her.

“The ahh… soundsss offfff screams anndd ahh… whipppps.”

Reaching his other hand to her other tit and treating it in the same painful manner, Warren
asked question after question to the gal before him as he saw her beginning to surrender to 
the pain they were giving her.

“So, you heard sounds of screaming, did you? Did they make you hot? Do you want to 
scream in pain too? Answer me.”

“I… ahheee yesssssssssss ahhh yessss whatever you wannnntt.”

She was no longer even standing on her tiptoes. The man behind her was lifting her up his
body by pressing up on her arms. She could feel the bottoms of her feet sliding up his legs, 
pulling his pants up by her movements up his body.

“Did you ever join Jim in his painful games?”

“I… nooo.”

“But you wanted to, didn’t you?”

“I…”

“Yeah, you’re just like that slut Bianca. I bet your cunt’s a soaking swamp, isn’t it?”

He didn’t bother waiting for her to answer. He dropped both nipples and jammed his 
hands between her legs. Her spread legs as she used Vic as a climbing post.

Driving three fingers up her cunt, Warren wasn’t at all surprised to find that she provided 
ample lubrication for his fingers. They slide in her all the way up to the webbing that joined 
them to his palm, as with his other hand he held her cunt open for his buddies to see.

None missed the glistening moisture that coated his fingers and her cunt. Each responded 
in similar, if different, manner.

Warren drove his fingers as deep in her as he could, feeling her tunnel grasp and pull on 
them.

Vic no longer felt any guilt about the hard cock in his pants as he adjusted it.

And Nick tightened his grip on her arms even more as he allowed himself to respond to 
the woman who was slowly climbing up his body. Arching his hips forward he pressed himself 
against the crease of her ass and moaned as her heat surrounded his hard tool.

Angela responded too.

But not the way she thought she would.

She had indeed heard numerous sounds coming from the loft apartment above her over 
the months. She had even met and spoken to Jim on several occasions. But she did not 
picture herself as being the victim.

As night after night while she laid in bed beneath the loft, she had pictured herself as 
administrating the pain to the sluts Jim brought to his place. She had met Bianca Troy and 
during one of their talks Bianca had point-blank told her that Jim beat the shit out of her and 
that she loved it. Along with hours of bondage.

And as night followed night, Angela began to picture herself as harming Bianca, or any 
other suitable female. She envisioned them squirming in pain that she inflicted. Saw them 
writhing in pain. Pulling against bonds that cut into their skin.

On one night she had even broached the subject to Jim and he had seemed amiable to 
the idea. That had been last week. This week he was dead.

But never, never, in her wildest dreams or fantasies had she pictured herself as being 
aroused by pain being inflicted on her.

Until now.

But as she was forced to stand there while men hurt her, pulled her arms and shoulders, 
twisted her nipples and drove fingers up her weeping cunt, she had to revaluate things.

There was no way to evade her body’s response to what was happening to it.

She was hot. Homier than hell. Homier than she had ever felt before.

She was also scared shitless.

She knew absolutely nothing about these guys. For all she knew, they could be mass 
murders. Sadistic rapists. Criminal mutilators.

But as the guy kept drilling the shit out of her cunt, she had to revise her thoughts.

They knew Jim, supposedly quite well. They hadn’t paused in their attention to her for one 
second to look around at the unusual equipment in the loft, which told her that they had been
here before. And that thought soothed her dramatically.

They were friends of Jim’s and assumably shared his interests-including the infliction of 
pain on females. So did she, even if she had thought about doing the inflicting, not the 
receiving. But there was no denying her reactions. None of them.

She was hot, and getting hotter by the second. Especially as she saw the other man in 
front of her beginning to remove his clothes.

“Hot bitch, ain’t you? You want to be treated just like that slut Bianca, don’t you?”

“Yes… ahh nooo…”

“What’s the matter, can’t make up your mind what you want? Which is it? Yes or no?”

“I… both… I aaah wanttttttt bothttthhhhhh.”

“Oh? You want to whip Bianca, too? Is that it? A bit of both sides of the fence? Well, we 
just might give you that chance. But first you’re gonna have to pay for the privilege.”

Turning away from her, Warren looked around the loft and again took in just what was 
available for use. Jim had done wonders in his collecting and making the loft a place to inflict 
pain, but for some reason he didn’t want to just whip Angela, although the thought that she 
might be receptacle to it.

No, he wanted to try something else. Something he hadn’t done with that Troy bitch. And 
then there was the anther thought lurking in the back of his mind. A thought of using Angela.

When he saw the fire hose he knew what he wanted to do.

“Bring her over here,” he said as he began to walk across the room, his eyes never leaving 
the small fire hose that Jim had installed in case of fire. He wasn’t planning on putting out a 
fire, well, maybe he was. In a different manner he just might be putting out a fire. A fire of 
female lust.

Warren had definite plans for Bianca Troy, but he had other ones for Angela Livermore. 
Yes, different plans.

He slowly pulled the heavy hose out of its holder and drug it across the room to where 
Nick was still firmly holding their curiosity made victim. When he reached for her with his free 
hand, Nick gave her up without a word, as he smiled and took a step back. He knew his time 
would come and he was interested in what Warren was going to do.

“Stand there and don’t move,” he said as he laid the hose on the floor and began to 
remove his clothes.

Angela didn’t move a muscle. She was too afraid to. But she was also curious (one of her 
deadliest faults) as to what he was going to do to her. For the life of her, she couldn’t guess as
to the purpose of the hose he had drug to her. A shower? Was he going to hose her down? 
Did he have some sort of water fetish?

When Warren was finished undressing he had only his tall leather boots left one. Angela 
had only her black hose and heels covering her body. The thought that they were “similarly 
dressed” almost made her smile. Almost.

“Come here.”

It wasn’t a voice to be denied. She took the three necessary steps toward him, then 
stopped.

“Pick up the hose and hand it to me.”

Again it wasn’t an order that she cared to disobey, and she bent over, took the cold metal 
end in her hand, stood up and handed it to him.

Why did the cold metal in her hand remind her of a dildo?

Was that… no she didn’t want to think along those lines at all.

“Turn and face Nick and Vic.”

Again she complied as she filed their names in her mind for future reference as he reached
for her arms, pinning them again behind her back.

A second later he was forcing her to bend over from her waist. At first all she noticed was 
his cock brushing against her hanging tits. But soon she was feeling something totally 
different.

“Nnnnoooo… nnoooooo…” Angela began to struggle. She instantly understood what he 
was going to use the fire hose for as he pressed it against her puckered asshole and tried to 
drive it in her.

“I suggest that you stop struggling, bitch, or I’ll give you the biggest damned enema in 
history. I’ll drain the fucking city dry up your ass.”

Living in the city as she did, Angela had witnesses many a fire, firemen and fire hoses in 
operation. She knew that they generated fantastic pressure. Knew that her intestines would 
rupture if he turned on the water.

What was a fire hose dildo compared to ruptured intestines?

She instantly stopped struggling and felt the cold metal being screwed up her twisting 
asshole.

One inch. Two.

Each inch got wider and wider as it entered her not so recently virgin asshole. It had been 
less than a month since her very first ass fuck. Less than a month of overwhelming pain of her 
first penetration. But at least he had used some lubricant.

Not so now. As inch after dry inch of cold metal was jammed up her aching ass. She 
moaned. She shook. But she didn’t dare pull away as he pushed more and more inside her 
until finally she could actually feel the coarse leather-like, webbed hose touching her ass 
cheeks.

It felt like a damned hand up her as he wiggled it around as if trying to make it 
comfortable for the damned hose. Forget her asshole.

Honestly, Warren wasn’t thinking of comfort. He was just concerned about it being firmly 
in place.

It was.

Taking his hand away, he used his other arm and made her stand up straight. Using his 
finger, he made her look at him.

He saw it.

Saw her pain. But more importantly, he saw her resignation.

Yes, she would do as told. At least for a while. At least as the fire hose was up her ass.

“Can you imagine what would happen if I turned on the water? Do you know what would 
happen to your guts? Can you picture them exploding with the pressure?”

“I… ahhhhaaaaaaaaaaa yeeesss pleassseee don’t. Don’t turn the water on. Pleassse…”

“Whether or not the water is turned on is your choice. You do what we say and it stays off. 
You don’t and it goes on. The choice is yours.”

Somehow Angela just knew she was not going to like her choices. She just knew it.

She was right, for whatever consolation that was. Which was none.

“Nick, go stand by the valve. If she disobeys, even a bit, turn the fucking water on full 
blast.”

Angela watched Nick walk over to the wall. The smile on his face did not instill confidence 
in her, in the least.

“Vic, get something for her tits. And you,” he said as he stood in front of Angela, “get your 
hands on your head and keep them there. You move them and the water is turned on. 
Understand?”

There was no doubt in her mind. She understood perfectly. She was to stand there, 
passively, as they had their way with her body. And there wasn’t a damned thing she could do 
about it. Not as long as that hose was plugged up her ass that she had every intention of 
remaining intact.

Angela thought back on her conversation with Bianca, but somehow when Bianca had 
mentioned bondage, she had not envisioned this.

She was in bondage, and yet she wasn’t. She was totally free, if one ignored the unique 
butt plug, that is. What were her chances of running?

Damned slim and none.

She was effectively forced to stand here and take whatever they sent her way.

But maybe she was getting carried away. Maybe they wouldn’t be all that harmful. But if 
they were… could she stand it. Could she literally stand here and take it? And if she couldn’t… 
no she didn’t want to think of the alternative.

She would have to stand it. No matter what.

Already she wanted to reach behind her and pull her damned dildo out of her ass. But she 
didn’t dare. No, she stood there. Hands on her head as told as she watched Vic approach her 
with two shinning metal clips in his hand.

She hadn’t noticed them on her earlier investigation, but she had no doubts about their 
intent. They were serrated nipple clamps and they looked vicious as hell. Especially as they 
approached her hard, pointed nipples on the ends of her tits.

But as she noticed that her nipples were hard, it somehow made things better. She had 
forgotten how horny she was and seeing her hard nipples quickly brought that knowledge 
and feelings back into the forefront of her mind and she no longer had as much dread of the 
approaching clamps.

She should have.

Jim had made his purchases and inventions with Bianca in mind. Bianca, a full-fledged pain
lover. Not some novice like Angela. As the first clamp dug into her nipple Angela almost, 
before she tightened all of her muscles and was reminded of the hose up her ass, pulled away 
from it. But the warming metal up her ass effectively held her in place.

For both of them.

She screamed.

Her fingers formed a fist in both hands.

But Angela did not lower her hands from her head as her nipples turned to fire. Painful 
fire. Pinching, squashing, searing fire that spread itself throughout her entire body. She shook.
She made the hose shake in her ass. But she kept her hands on her head as the pain subsided 
a bit. Not much, but some. Enough for her to withstand it, and remain standing.

“Why don’t you get some rope or wire and bind her tits, Vic? Nick will take your place over
there.”

Angela watched the men change places and knew that shortly her tits were going to be 
bound, in either wire or rope. Which would he choose, she wondered. Frankly, she didn’t think
it would make much difference in any case.

Bound tits were bound tits, weren’t they? What effect would binding her tits have on the 
clamps on her nipples?

She soon found out as Vic began to wrap, wrap and wrap thin rope around her quivering 
bags. Each loop getting tighter than the last as her boobs began to balloon. Her knees began 
to weakened as the pain increased. She felt the clamps begin to slip off the ends of her 
nipples. The pain escalated.

Then it soared when the clamp on her left nipple popped off.

Angela tried to curl away from the pain. Her chin dug into her neck, her legs gave up 
support and she dropped to her knees. But even, consumed by pain as she was, she kept her 
hands on her head because as she thumped to the floor on her knees the hose wiggled its 
reminder to her brain.

With her eyes closed she didn’t see Warren use his foot to knock her over onto her back, 
but she did feel it. Especially as the hose up her ass made itself felt as it twisted inside her and 
against her legs.

“Spread your legs, slut, and let me have your pussy. Your wet, leaking, sluttish pussy to 
fuck.”

Angela had no more than spread her legs than Warren was between them and fucking 
away. Each deep, driving stroke making the hose up her ass wiggle, which kept her perfectly 
still. She was sure that if the hose popped out of her ass it would be shoved back in and 
turned on. Full blast, no doubt.

But as the man continued to fuck her receptive pussy she began to think less and less 
about what was in her ass. Angela had been horny before their arrival. And she sure as hell 
hadn’t calmed any with their combined attentions. When she felt his mouth wrap around the 
clip on her remaining nipple, she arched her hips into his and as his teeth pulled it off her she 
came.

God, how she came. It was a total body orgasm. All consuming. All powerful. She hardly 
noticed when Warren got off her and was replaced by Nick. Then by Vic. She just went from 
one orgasm to another. Each higher and harder than the last until she had no thoughts 
whatsoever. She did nothing but feel and what she was feeling was out of this world.

Is this what Bianca and others like her feel when they allowed themselves to be bound and
harmed? If it was she had no problem understanding why they allowed it and sought it out for
their own pleasures. Never had she felt so… everything, all consuming, overwhelming. She 
could take this forever and ever.

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CHAPTER FOUR


When Vic pulled out of Angela the three men stood over her and watched her squirm on the 
hardwood floor.

She was quite a sight. Totally unrestricted, except for the hose still up her ass, nipples 
slightly bleeding from where the clamps had popped off, bound tits. And she looked utterly 
content with eyes closed, legs spread and arms at her sides.

Warren was the first to break the silence. “She lowered her arms.”

“Well, hell, Warren, you can’t expect her to-”

“She was told to keep her arms on her head and she didn’t.”

“She did throughout the pain. What can you expect when she’s in a continuous climax. 
Shit, I don’t think Bianca came as hard as she did,” said Vic, coming to her defense.

“True. But she still has to learn to obey. What would you say to a quick on and off with the 
hose? Just to make her understand what is expected of her. Want to bet that she slides across 
the room?” Nick, who was much more willing than Vic, offered to operate the hose lever. 
Walking to the wall where it was, he stopped. “Do we let her know, or just do it and see what 
happens?”

“You have to…”

“Just do it, Nick,” Warren interrupted. “Anyone want to take bets on the distance she 
goes?”

“I’ll take five feet. But what’s the wager to be?” Nick asked as he tightened his hand on the 
lever.

“Good point. Any ideas? Who’d like to do what, and with whom?”

As he watched the almost unconscious Angela on the floor, Vic could feel Warren and 
Nick’s concerns about him. All along he had been the most resistant to their plans. But it sure 
as hell wasn’t because he didn’t want to do what they did. No. Not in the least. He, too, had 
participated with Jim and Bianca and had had a blast. But what the others didn’t know was 
what he had done on his own at other times. His problem was lack of control. Once he got 
started in harming willing bitches, he just couldn’t seem to stop. Hell, one night he had almost
killed Gail, his little private piece of a pain lover. Maybe…

“I’ve got an idea of what the wager is to be,” Vic offered as he thought of Gail Malaek and 
the times he had spent with her.

“What?”

“Well, I was just thinking. We have Angela and we’re planning on taking Bianca, so how 
about…”

“How about what,” came from Nick, who could see that Vic had something definite in 
mind.

“How about a third? You know, a gal each. We can tuck three of them in here and visit 
whenever we want. Or we could rent them out.”

“Rent? I hadn’t thought of that one Vic. But it’s a damned good idea. Hell, we could have 
our own damned stable of pain loving bitches to use, abuse and make money on. That’s a 
damned good idea. You got a third one in mind?”

“I… yes. Gail Malaek. I’ve ahh had her a few times. She’s real good, Warren. Can take it for 
hours. Hell, one time I almost killed her and three days she was back for more. Of course I 
didn’t have anything like is available here in the loft, but she sure as hell can take it.”

“Vic, ol’ buddy,” Warren said as he draped his arm over his shoulders and gave him a hug, 
“you’re a sly of fox, ain’t you? So tell us about this Gail.”

“But what about our wager here?”

“Nick, want to change your bet to an inch?” Nick understood what Warren was getting at 
and quickly agreed to change his bet.

“And I’ll take two inches. What’s yours Vic?”

“Three,” as he, too, understood what was going on, and smiled at the woman still lying at 
their feet in a world of her own.

“Blast away Nick.”

Three sets of eyes glued themselves to the lever in Nick’s hand. They saw him turn it. Saw, 
as inch by inch, the hose expanded with the water. And as inch by inch it traveled to Angela’s 
ass. None of them missed the sound of air escaping, escaping from her ass as the water filled 
the hose and suddenly, with a jerking sputter, the water began to shoot out of the hose and 
into her clamping ass.

Angela’s ass didn’t have a chance of containing the high pressure water as she shot across 
the floor like a bottle rocket shooting out of a bottle as the hose popped out of her. She slid a
good six feet from the initial blast, then four more as the hose whipped back and forth on the 
floor like a huge live snake until Nick finally shut it off.

They expected her to come up shouting. But she did no such thing.

“What the…” they almost said in unison as they rushed to her as she laid silently on the 
floor, next to the wall.

Vic was the one to discover the lump on her head where she must have hit something on 
her across the floor.

“She’ll be all right, but she’ll be out for a bit. That’s quite a bump, but nothing serious. Let’s
get her cleaned up and tucked away for further use.”

Between the three of them it was easy to wipe up the water, dry off Angela and leave her 
securely attached to one of the many devices that abounded in the loft as they made their 
plans to get Bianca Troy.

*

The three of them finally arrived at the Troy residence by six thirty and seeing several cars 
parked in the driveway, made their way to the back of the house to look around.

But they were not prepared for what they saw. They had seen the occupants of the room 
many a time on the TV and in the newspapers-the Chief of Police and his wife and the Police 
Commissioner and his wife. But they sure as hell were not participating in an activity that they 
would want publicized.

They stood there, outside the window of the Troy house, almost fogging it up with their 
heated breaths, and watching Bianca take on all four of them.

The Commissioner whipped her ass then fucked it as his wife wrapped Bianca’s tits in yards
of rope then beat her hanging tits. When he finally pulled out she got the rope between 
Bianca’s legs and sawed back and forth. And Bianca, the bitch, came the whole damned time.

That having lost its charm, her parents took a turn at her offered body. Not bothering to 
untie her tits, they pulled the rope from between her legs and Mrs. Troy fist-fucked her 
daughter’s cunt as her father drove his cock up her ass.

Then another scene change and it was back to the Commissioner and his wife, who that 
time strung her from the ceiling and both of them fist-fucked her at the same time. Three 
hours later the four adults fell on the floor but Bianca looked ready for more.

“I don’t think now is the time to try and get her. Let’s come back tomorrow while everyone
is gone.”

The others agreed and they all made their way back to their car. But as they were climbing 
in, Vic asked, “Want to pick up Gail instead, and bring her to the loft.”

“Why not. Where does she live?”

Gail didn’t protest at all when Vic arrived at her house late at night. She grabbed her 
overnight bag, which she always had packed for emergencies like now, and followed him out 
to the car. But seeing it occupied by two other guys, she hesitated.

“What…”

“Don’t worry about it, Gail. Just get in. I’m sure you’ll have a ball. Remember me telling you
about Jim’s loft? Want to see it?”

“You know I do. Who are they?”

“Some friends of mine. Warren and Nick. And I expect you to be real nice to them, too. 
Understand?”

Gail understood very well. It had been ages since she had taken on more than one guy in a
night and the three in the car with her looked very, very appealing. Especially when she was 
told in no uncertain terms to strip, and strip now. Which naturally she did as they drove away.

Even being a bit of an exhibitionist, Gail did balk a bit when told she couldn’t dress to 
enter the building. But not much. After all who was going to see her? It was well after eleven 
and the street was deserted. Besides, it might be fun riding an elevator in the nude with three 
guys surrounding her.

It was.

When the doors opened she willingly followed them into the door they opened. And got a
surprise.

Across the room was another woman. A bound woman who had obviously been beaten 
quite recently.

“Who’s she?” Gail asked as she walked up to Angela to get a better look at how she was 
bound.

“Angela. A local peeping Tom that got caught in the act. We’ve decided to keep her, too.”

“Too? As in I’m staying too? Or as in others are coming?” Gail asked as she saw that Angela
was gagged with a leather gag, and was bound in ropes holding her to a weird piece of 
equipment that Gail assumed was some sort of vice.

“As in both. Interested?” asked Vic as he stood beside her, taking a free tit in his hand and 
giving it a squeeze.

“Bet your balls I am. What’s the game plan?”

“Well, first I think you need to get acquainted with Warren and Nick. Willing?”

“Sure. How?”

“Warren?”

Reaching over to one of the many shelves containing unique toys, Warren picked up a 
metal neck band with connecting chain and tossed it to Vic. “Get that in place while Nick and I
decide.” With that Warren and Nick walked to the other side of the room.

“I can’t believe old Vic, can you?”

“No. He had be foxed too. But what about Gail?”

“Hell, she won’t be any problem. Neither will Angela. But what I keep remembering is her 
comment that she wanted it both ways.”

“Huh?”

“She wants to hurt bitches, too. I’ve been thinking. Unless one of us quits our job, we’ll 
need someone to look after our growing stable of slut for us and I think Angela is the one. At 
least until we see if it is profitable or not. What do you think?”

“I see your point. Think Angela can handle Gail and Bianca?”

“Yea, especially if they are bound. But even slut need to use the john now and then. But 
right now we need to test Gail. Why don’t you see how good she can suck cock and I’ll have a 
chat with Angela.”

“Fine by me. What kind of testing do you have in mind, Warren?”

Warren looked around at that question, and his eyes landed on the studded cock ring that
Jim had made at his metal shop. “Slip this on and see if she can swallow it, too. And keep her 
hands out the way in the process.”

“Got ya.”

Nick knew precisely what Warren had in mind as he grabbed a set of handcuffs, the cock 
ring, and headed back to Gail and Vic, as Warren made his way to Angela.

“Hands behind your back, Gail, and we’ll see if Vic here is telling the truth about you.”

Gail hadn’t missed any of their actions, and damned few of their words as she began to 
figure out what was happening. The thought of being part of a stable of pain loving slut put 
out to rent didn’t bother her in the least. In fact, she loved the idea. But she did wonder 
exactly what that might entail.

So when Nick came back to her, with cuffs and ring, she was quite willing to go along. At 
least for a while. She calmly placed her hands behind her and let Nick cuff them with the 
handcuffs. And she didn’t voice any complaints when it squeezed them damned hard and 
pinched her wrists.

She didn’t wait to be told. She sank to her knees in preparation of sucking a ringed cock. 
Closer inspection showed that it was indeed slender metal spikes that decorated it, instead of 
hard plastic ones as she had thought.

She had sucked cock before with hard plastic spikes and knew she could handle them 
without any problems and hoped it was the same with metal ones as Nick slipped it over the 
end of his cock, letting it rest just behind the crown.

“Suck.”

Not one to waist words, she thought, as she brought her mouth to the hardening cock 
before her and took it into her mouth.

No doubt about it, Nick was raring to go. His cock grew in record time as her tongue 
avoided the spikes. Even when it was full-fledged she had no problems. Hell, why should she. 
She’d been sucking cock for years. With and without spiked rings digging into her.

But she did have a bit of a problem when Nick stopped her free movements by grabbing 
her hair to make her go at his speed instead of hers. Three times she felt the barbs jab her 
throat, but not enough to do any damage as she concentrated on bringing him off in record 
time. Concentrating on sucking like hell on each withdraw, instead of both in and out, she 
quickly brought him to a sputtering release that filled her mouth to overflowing.

As she was trying to suck the last of his cream out, he pulled away. Allowing the last bit to 
dribble out of her mouth and the end of his cock.

“Not… aahh not bad at sucking. What else can she do, Vic?”

“Whatever you want. Care to try something else with her?”

But before Nick could answer, Warren interrupted them. “Let’s give her a try at whipping. 
But Angela, here, will do it. Right Angela?”

Angela nodded her head in response, but Nick and Vic didn’t miss her obvious arousal, 
either.

Warren had indeed had his talk with Angela and found her more than willing to be AC/DC 
in the pain department. She had jumped at the chance to whip the attractive Gail as her first 
victim, just like in her many fantasies.

“You guys want to choreograph, or do I get to do it all?” she asked as she reached down 
and caressed one of Gail’s hard capped tits. God, did that ever send a thrill through her!

“What did you have in mind,” Warren asked as he watched to two gals. Both calm. Both 
excited about what was to transpire. Both hot damn bitches in heat.

“Well, I proved that I’m willing. How about she prove it, too?”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning she be basically free, like I was, and see how she handles it when harmed.”

The men silently surveyed each other, then silently nodded, letting Angela and Gail set the 
stage.

“Give us a minute, okay?”

“Sure.”

The guys walked over to the fridge and took out some beers as Gail and Angela walked 
away to have their chat.

“So,” Angela said, “what’s your favorite? What do you like done to your body while 
remaining free? How much can you take?”

“I can take anything you can dish out. What’s your connection?”

“I like it both ways. Giving and receiving. You?”

“I’m not much on giving, but I can receive pain all damned day. And night. But I prefer to 
be bound at the time.”

“So? What can you take while being basically free?”

“I… Jesus, what a conversation we’re having! Okay, okay. Give me a minute to think about 
it.”

Gail had been into the pain scene for about three years now. But not once had she been 
faced with this kind of a decision. Always before the guys had already had planned what they 
wanted to do to her or they relied on the spur of the moment. It gave her goose bumps to 
think that she had a say in the matter.

Just what the hell did she want, anyway?

“You gonna use a whip?”

Angela nodded. “That’s what Warren wants. So?”

Jesus! what a choice. “Can I grab onto something, or do I have to stand all by myself?”

“I think you could hold onto something, if it will make it easier for you. After all, you’d still 
be free in the pure sense of the word. What do you have in mind?”

“Well, if I can hold onto a couple of ropes or chains, for the illusion of being bound, I’m 
sure I could stand my tits whipped a bit, along with my ass. But not my back or pussy. Sound 
good enough for them?”

They both turned to look over at the guys sipping beers.

“Yea, I think so. Pick you spot. How hard can you take it?”

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll be able to tell. How about over there? By those poles?”

“Sure. Let’s get this over with.”

As they watched the gals walk over to the other end of the loft, the guys picked up their 
beers and walked that way, too. Then they sat on chairs. None of them saying a word as they 
watched Gail grab a couple of ropes, wrap them around her wrists and spread her legs, as 
Angela flicked the short whip back and forth a few times to get the feel of it.

Angela had heard sounds coming from the loft for months, had had that one conversation
with Bianca, and years of fantasies to draw upon. But she had never, never, had an 
opportunity to see them fulfilled in the real world. But she had it now. Now with Gail standing 
before her, holding onto ropes that she had wrapped around her wrists. She knew that Gail 
had purposely wrapped them around her wrists for at least the illusion of being bound.

She, herself, had fantasies of being bound. Granted they were new ones. Only surfacing as 
of today after she had realized that she wanted to swing both way in the pain department. 
When they had “forced” her to stand for her pain earlier, it had taken her a while to 
understand just how damned hot she was. She had always thought of giving pain, not 
receiving it. But she had been proved wrong in that assumption.

Very wrong.

But it had also opened up a bran new world for her to explore.

Just as she was about to entire into the world of giving pain.

Gail looked totally calm standing before her, wrists wrapped in rope, as her hands held 
them tightly. Her legs were braced apart. She was breathing a bit swallow and rapid. But try as
she did, Angela could not see fear in her eyes.

Excitement. Wanting. Longing. But no fear, as she brought the short whip back and 
snapped it forward to connect with both full tits of Gail’s.

The sound. Oh, God, the sound was fantastic. It was just as she had dreamed it would be. 
Better, much, much better than hearing it though walls. It was crisp. Sharp. And as exciting as 
hell.

But along with the sound was the sight. Something she had not seen before. She could see
a faint red line forming on Gail’s tits. Could see the obvious arousal in her eyes as they 
remained glued to the whip in her hand. Could see her tightening her hands on the ropes and
see her thrust out her chest for more.

Angela gave her more.

They were perfectly matched. Giving and receiving. But in a sense they were both 
receiving. Both were obviously aroused by their actions and reactions. Their combined scents 
filled the loft as the men silently watched the scene before them as whip kissed tits again and 
again. Each stroke getting a bit stronger than the last one. Each leaving a deeper red line in its
wake.

Warren, Nick and Vic occasionally took a sip of beer, but it was an unconscious action. 
They full attention was focused on the two women before them. They had purposely taken 
seats off to the side of the gals. Seats that allowed them to watch the proceedings from a 
profile.

Thus when Angela changed from whipping Gail’s tits to her ass, they didn’t have to move 
at all to see the stimulating action unfolding before them.

Angela was not vicious. But then, neither was she tickling Gail’s body. No one had doubts 
that what was being done to her had to hurt. But they sure couldn’t come to that conclusion 
by her actions. Her knuckles were white where she held the ropes. Her wrists had grooves in 
them were the ropes cut into them. But on one missed the glistening shine of her cunt as her 
juices leaked out. More with each stroke of the whip to her free body.

No one missed Angela’s reactions either. It looked like her tits had expanded, had grown 
in size. Her nipples were hard rocks on the ends and they almost throbbed with an intensity 
that could be seen. And as she spread her legs for balance and leverage, none missed her 
pussy shinning just like Gail’s.

Both women were as hot as hell by what they were doing. They guys knew that Angela was
a bona fide switch hitter in the pain department. But as stroke after stroke filled their senses, it
was time for them to step in and find their own action.

Hard cock leading the way, they walked to the two gals. A moment later cocks were 
reaching for wet tunnels. Mouths were sucking hot tits.

Nick and Warren made a sandwich out of Gail. Warren up her cunt and sucking away on 
her stripped tits as Nick filled her tugging chute.

Across the way Vic was buried balls deep in Angela’s dripping cunt as he too swallowed tit.

Moans, groans and slapping crotches filled the loft. Fingers dug into flesh. Mouths sucked 
on whatever they could reach as cocks drilled hot, moist openings until the inevitable 
happened and five sweating bodies pulled apart and struggled to breath oxygen into starving 
lungs as hearts pumped like trip hammers.

*

It was some time later that five very content people sat around and made lavish plans for 
the future. A future that involved each of them personally but in different ways.

It was readily agreed that Angela would become the guys substitute as controller when 
they were away. She had proven to be a very effective switch hitter. And it was discovered and
discussed that Gail had no such tendencies in that department. She also showed no qualms 
about their plans, either. She was more than willing to be their plaything. A plaything to use, 
abuse and rent.

The thought gave her chills. Good chills.

Then it was down to discussing Bianca Troy, who in a sense had started the whole thing. As
each relayed their experiences with Bianca, all except Gail knew of her, they knew that they 
would have no problems with her. But as the guys related what they had seen at the Troy 
house they knew it would take some doing to get her away from her dear, sweet parents.

They knew that the Troys would not give up their plaything without a struggle. Hell, who 
would, considering what she was to them.

Tomorrow, being Friday, they assumed that Mr. Troy would be off at work. That still left 
Mrs. Troy to contend with. Of course none of them knew how Bianca and her mother spent 
the day, but they could guess and they weren’t far off the mark, what with seeing them earlier.
No, Mrs. Troy would not give up her toy without a struggle. And that called for some creative 
planning.

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CHAPTER FIVE


Bianca was having a bit of trouble moving the next morning, what with all the activities of the 
day and night before. But she sure as hell wasn’t about to complain. No, not in the least.

She was feeling precisely how she wanted to feel. Well fucked, stiff, sore and hotter than 
hell. Yes, a perfect way to start the day in her opinion. She did so enjoy evenings like the night 
before.

But as she prepared her parent’s breakfast she just couldn’t get that picture out of her 
mind.

A picture of three guys staring through their living room window last night as she played 
her role with her parents and the Commission and his wife.

On four different occasions she was sure that they were there. Right outside the window. 
Two of the four times she was sure that the window was actually getting foggy by their heavy 
breathing. Once she was even sure that one of the men was Warren Zimmerman, Jim’s friend 
that had visited them at Jim’s loft apartment on several occasions.

She had often thought of Warren, and Nick and Vic too, since Jim’s death. But what would 
they be doing outside her parent’s window at night?

Where they looking for her?

Did they want to continue where Jim had left off?

But last night she had been unable to give them much thought. But she was sure as hell 
thinking of them this morning.

The night that Jim had died of a heart attack she hadn’t been able to do anything for him. 
Until Warren had arrived, that is.

But Warren didn’t want her help.

She had been “dating” Jim for about six or seven months and during that time she had 
almost come to love him. In her own special way, that is. Several times over the months Jim 
had invited his friends over, had let them use her in their own unique ways, and she had loved
every second of their attention. Especially Warren’s.

Warren had seemed much more… interested? in her style of sex. Oh, sure the others had 
hurt her, but there was something about Warren. As if he were a true connoisseur of inflicting 
pain on sluts like her.

But the night he had arrived and Jim was lying dead at her bound feet, he had shown a 
different side of his nature. A side she enjoyed very much.

At first his concern was for Jim, but Bianca had know that Jim was very dead, had been for 
over two hours as she hung above him unable to do anything.

He had bound her in suspension, her four extremities pulled in four directions as he had 
literally whipped her from neck to knees and everywhere in between. Her tits had been 
encased in yards of tightly wrapped chains. Her legs widely spread by yet more chains, and 
her cunt stuffed with two massive dildos.

She had tried to tell Warren how Jim had died and what she had tried to do to help him, 
but was unable to do because of her being bound. But Warren hadn’t listened to a word she 
said.

Warren had been so enraged by Jim’s death he had picked up the whip that was still 
clutched in Jim’s dead hand and whipped her until she thought he, too, would die. And 
through it all Bianca had screamed.

In lust.

He hadn’t even bothered to remove the dildo from her cunt when he jammed his hand up 
it, too. But by then she was past all reason. She was just reacting to what her body was feeling.

And it was feeling quite grand, thank you very much.

Finally he pulled his hand out and replaced it with his cock until he, too, was lying on the 
floor next to his dead friend. And as she had tried to come back to the real world, so had 
Warren.

With infinite care, he had dressed Jim in shirt and slacks, straightened the night’s mess, 
and hidden what items he could before finally releasing Bianca from the chains. Five minutes 
later he called an ambulance and shoved her out the door.

Arriving home she had told her father what had happened and he had rushed to the loft. 
But he didn’t have to do anything. Cause of death was established as a heart attack and the 
body had been taken away. The following morning he had told Bianca that she had nothing to
worry about, and in his mind all was well.

Not so with Bianca.

Her and Jim had literally bumped into each other one day while she was shopping and 
they had struck up a conversation, and one thing lead to another. They had spent the night 
together at his apartment and it hadn’t taken Bianca long to convince Jim that she was very 
serious when she had asked him to harm her.

Once convinced that she was serious, Jim let go of all restrictions. Using available material 
he had lying around, he had bound her to his bed and using a belt had whipped her flesh to a
glowing red then fucked her all damned night. And that was the beginning a very mutually 
satisfying relationship.

Over the months Jim catered more and more to her unique wants and desires until they 
became second nature to him and he began to elaborate on his own. The next step was the 
purchase of the loft.

With Jim working at he metal shop it was a snap to get special devices made. Some he did 
himself, others he commissioned, and soon the loft was a pain lover’s paradise that they 
visited whenever they could. They put their heads together and thought of more and more 
things to fill the loft with. Each a delight to Bianca, and to Jim, too.

And when it was basically stocked, he invited his friends over to enjoy it with him and 
Bianca and her world expanded beyond expectations. Five times he had all three of his 
buddies over at the same time. And all five times she could hardly move the next day, but, 
God, was it ever worth it.

Vic was invited over by himself five other times, Nick six, but Warren a good dozen times 
and with each successive time it was better until Bianca began to form a bond with the other 
three men, too. But Jim was still her main man. Anything either of them could think of, Jim 
provided by either buying or making in the metal shop.

And then Jim had died.

In the less than a week since his death, she missed him desperately. And his friends.

But if she had seen correctly last night, maybe she hadn’t lost them too. Maybe they were 
interested enough to continue where she and Jim had left off. Maybe they could help her get 
over her guilt in her part of Jim’s death. Maybe…

She didn’t have time to contemplate those thoughts as her parents came downstairs and 
her usual routine with them took place.

*

Bianca came to the conclusion that her mother was in a feisty mood, as she always was 
after a night like last night. It was as if she needed to reestablish her control over her 
daughter. Whatever, Bianca was feeling the results.

As usual, Bianca was nude at home. She had sent her father off to work with his usual ass 
fucking to hold until the evening. And she had spent over an hour with her face buried in her 
mother’s muff, bringing her off uncountable times.

But still her mother was not content.

She followed Bianca around the house all day, flicking her whip at whatever part of her she
could reach as she “hurried” her along in the housework. That in itself was not unusual. She 
did that frequently and both enjoyed it very much.

But what got Bianca’s attention was her mother’s inventiveness in her actions.

While vacuuming the living room, her mother had ordered her to hold the sucking 
vacuum tube to her clit until she came.

While cleaning the bathrooms, she had forced her to make love with the plunger until she 
had another shattering climax.

Lunch had seen her boobs tied in yards of string as her mother pulled on the ends to 
“make” her do as she wanted. And on and on they went until Bianca was weak-kneed and 
drooping from her lustful actions. By two o’clock her mother was tired of games and became 
serious.

Making Bianca grab a canvas bag full of “toys” they made their way to the living room and
some serious action. Tossing two sets of leather bands to her, her mother told her to get them
on and be quick about it, if she knew what was good for her.

Bianca definitely knew what was good for her, and in a matter of seconds the bands were 
decorating her wrists and ankles as her mother dug into the bag of goodies.

Hooking two chains to hooks in the ceiling she had Bianca stand on a footstool and she 
fastened them to the hooks. Pulling the footstool out from under her, Bianca was hanging in 
midair as her mother took two more chains and tied off her legs.

Spread eagled in the air, she watched her mother’s preparations and knew that she would 
be feeling even sorer than she already was. Seeing her mother take a razor out she knew she 
was in for another dry shave.

She was right. Soon her pussy was again totally smooth, complete with three tiny drops of 
blood that Bianca could see where the razor had nipped her skin.

That done, her mother reached for the dildo that was shaped in the form of a fist. She 
knew that soon that hunk of flexible rubberized plastic would be up her clean shaven cunt, as 
her mother had a fascination with that part of her anatomy.

She was right. Scant minutes later her pussy was gripping that fist up her cunt as her 
mother reached for her favorite toy.

A stiff, three foot long, leather covered bamboo crop with a folded over flared head that 
dug into her flesh with a vengeance.

Standing directly in front of her, her mother got into her hitting stance and brought the 
crop up to her stuffed cunt with a snap that drove the fisted dildo up her cunt the last few 
centimeters. The next five making direct contact with her blood filled cunt lips.

“You damned pain loving slut. This makes you hotter than hell, doesn’t it, bitch?”

“Yyyessss… ahhh haa yessss beattt meeee.”

“I’ll beat you, bitch. I’ll beat you until you can’t stand. And then I’ll beat you more.”

She matched actions with words as Bianca began to feel the pain taking control of her. 
God, did she ever love pussy action.

Or tit action.

Or any other kind of action, too. And her mother was a pro at administrating it to her. 
After all, she had had years of practice in doing it, hadn’t she.

“I saw you last night, slut. You couldn’t get enough. Not even with four of us working on 
your slavish body. Could you?”

“Nnoooooo ahhhhh IIII neeeeddd ittttt… ahhhh humttt meeee oh Godddddd hurt meee.”

Opening her eyes, Bianca looked at her mother. Yes, it was there. The blood lust. The 
desire to harm. The desire, the compulsion to inflict pain on her.

Rarely did her mother get into one of her rages, but she was in one now. Only maybe a 
dozen times in the past had she let herself go as she was now. And those times had been 
memorial.

Bianca knew that before her mother released her she’d be a bloody pulp of pulsating 
tissue. But she also knew that she had no desire to stop her, even if she could, which she 
couldn’t. And that fact pleased her very, very much.

And as her mother changed targets, going for her tits, she knew that today would be very, 
very memorial.

She could already feel her cunt tightening around the fist dildo in her cunt. She could feel 
her clit beginning to vibrate as it reached for the ultimate goal. She could feel her tits swelling 
in passion and pain as the crop landed again and again.

Then she was thinking and analyzing nothing.

She was coming.

She was shattering into million of pieces of lust filled erotica. The landing of the crop to tit 
to cunt was like the mildest, the most gentle caress as she climbed mountains, soared into 
space and reached for the stars.

Vaguely she knew that her mother had stopped and that there were different, unusual 
sounds around her. But she paid them scant attention. She was too involved in herself to care 
what was going on around her to give a damn.

But when a scream, not one of hers, split the air, Bianca forced her eyes to open.

NO, her brain screamed. Don’t take her away from me. I need her. Let her finish. Oh God, 
let her finish with me.

But as her eyes began to focus, Bianca finally began to take in what was happening around
her.

Three men, with hoods covering their heads, were attacking her mother. They were ripping
off her clothes and binding her with ropes lying on the floor that had been dumped out of the
canvas bag she, herself, had filled earlier.

There was no way she could come to the aid of her mother, and realizing that fact, she 
forced herself to clear her head, to see and hear what they were doing.

And as she did she realized that she knew who they were.

They were Warren, Nick and Vic.

She hadn’t dreamed them last night.

They had been real.

And they were here.

With her.

And with her mother.

What the hell were they going to do to her mother?

She didn’t know.

But she was interested as hell in finding out. Not only what they would do to her mother, 
but with her, too. Somehow with just their presences here, she knew that they had come for 
her. God, she hoped she was right.

Vic had her mother’s right arm, Nick her left, as Warren sat across her legs and used his 
knife to cut away the last of her clothing until she was totally nude, lying face down on the 
floor as they held her in place.

As Bianca watched that, she finally became aware that her mother was screaming her head
off. Calling them every word she could think of. Threatening them with her husband, the Chief
of Police. Saying he would hunt them down and grind their balls in the ground. Actually, 
Bianca was quite proud of her mother’s defiance, even when she knew it would do her no 
good.

She had seen these three in action before. She knew that mere words would have no effect
on their plans. And that was quickly confirmed as Warren grabbed the leather harness face 
gag and began to fasten it around her mother’s head.

Bianca was intimately familiar with that gag. It consisted of a fat, wide dildo that was 
forced into the mouth. She knew from experience that if one struggled while wearing it, they 
could choke to death.

Evidently her mother knew too, as she stopped fighting its installation in her mouth.

The fat dildo fit into a clip in the wide, leather strap that went over lips and chin to be 
fastened behind the neck. She watched as Warren flipped up her mother’s hair and fastened it
tightly. Then he slid the head strap up her face, leaving strips of leather on both sides of her 
nose, around her forehead, up the sides of her head and across the top.

When buckled there was no way in hell it would come off until unfastened.

That accomplished, and with silence reigning in the living room, the guys were again in 
action.

Taking a long piece of rope, Warren slipped it under her mother’s body, leaving equal 
amounts on both sides of her body before bringing the ends behind her. Bianca had been tied
by Warren before, and she again noted his expertise as he wound the rope around her 
mother’s arms, just above the elbows.

She could see that he did it tightly. The ropes were firmly pressed into her mothers skin, as
he brought the ends to her wrists and with a couple of loops, tied them too. All present, 
including her mother, knew there was no way for her to get free without aid.

With her mouth and arms immobilized, they easily stood her up, and still they had yet to 
say their first word.

Warren rummaged around in the duffle back, Bianca smiled and her mother screamed 
around the gag, as he held up the largest dildo of the selection and came at her. Vic and Nick 
each held her by her arms and hooked their legs around one of her legs as Warren knelt in 
front of her and began to drive, without any gentleness, it up her ass.

Bianca knew her mother hated to have her ass filled, which of course was one reason her 
father fucked her ass every morning of the week. Bianca wondered if they knew it too. Even 
with her mother struggling, they managed to get it fat dildo wedged way up her ass, and 
Warren stood up.

Bianca was somewhat amazed that he walked over to her. But she soon figured it out as he
pulled the fisted dildo out of her seeping cunt and went back to her mother.

They were going to double fill her. Bianca smiled at that thought and remained silent right
along with the guys.

Not so her mother. Even around the dildo gag in her mouth and part way down her 
throat, they could hear her screaming. In a way, it made Bianca happy. How many hours, days, 
weeks had she been at the mercy of her mother? It only seemed fair that her mother would 
feel some of what she had in the past.

With the last dildo firmly in place, Warren again reached into the goodie bag. This time 
pulling out a pair of rubberized briefs. Her mother struggled, but to no avail, for soon the 
black briefs were hugging her hips and more importantly her crotch, driving the dildos deep 
within her. Everyone knew that they, too, would be staying for the duration. However long 
that was to be.

Then to insure that they would remain in place, they began to wrap ropes around her legs.
Both at just above her knees and at her ankles. Then Vic rolled over a small footstool and she 
was forced to sit, which naturally drove the dildos even deeper inside her. But they didn’t tie 
her to the footstool. She could, if she wanted, roll off it and gain some relief from the internal 
pressures but she could not expel them from her body.

With her mother fully restrained they finally gave Bianca some attention as the three of 
them came at her.

“Hi. You guys come for me?” she asked foolishly as their eyes bored into her exposed flesh.
None of the missed any evidence that her body blatantly showed.

Warren seemed to pay particular attention to her beaten pussy, as Nick and Vic seemed 
fascinated with her harmed tits.

Remaining silent, they used sign language and gestures to let her know of their questions. 
It didn’t take a genius to know what they were. Warren pointed to the remaining articles that 
were spilling out the bag on the floor with a questioning look, as if asking her did she want to 
bring them along.

“Should you bring the toys? Is that what you’re asking?”

He nodded.

“By all means, do. And anything else you want, too. Strip the place bare for all I care.”

They took her at her word. A moment later all three left her and began to search the 
house. After a while they came back with their arms and hands full with more “toys” that had 
been left around the house along with some of her clothes, her purse and even some of her 
cosmetics.

Still without saying a word in her mother’s presence, they began to take the stuff they had 
collected out to the car. On the third trip she saw Vic take her father’s collection of whips and 
crops as Nick grabbed several harnesses.

She felt her mother staring at her and turned her attention to her. Even with the gag it was
obvious that her mother wanted her to tell her who they were.

Bianca didn’t. She wanted to go with them. If her father disagreed, then he could play 
policeman and find out. She knew he could. After all he had gone to the loft that night and he
just might think to look there.

But quite frankly, she didn’t give a damn if he did or not.

When they had taken all the wanted they finally came back to her and in a matter of 
minutes she was freed and being lead away.

One look back showed her mother to be exactly as left. Gagged, bound, stuffed and sitting
on the footstool.

A quick glance at a clock and she knew her father would not be arriving for at least three 
hours. If he was on time, which was no certainty.

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CHAPTER SIX


They shoved her into the back seat where she was joined by Warren and Nick as Vic did the 
driving. With the engine started, they all pulled off the hoods and each took a deep breath 
before driving away from Bianca’s home.

Bianca knew how they felt. It was hot as hell in those hoods, even with holes at nose and 
mouth. She wasn’t surprised at all to see each of them wipe sweat from their faces after 
tossing them aside.

Vic turned around to back out the driveway, and as he did he gave Bianca one of the 
strangest looks she had ever seen. It was… pity? concern? combined with lust. But she gave it 
little thought as Warren and Nick began pressing against her from both sides.

“You seem awful calm,” came Warren’s observation as he gave her body a thorough 
look-see.

“Should I be concerned?” she asked innocently, as each of them took possession of one of 
her recently whipped breasts.

“Oh, yes, you should be concerned,” as he gave her nipple a twisting pull.

“Aahh why?”

“Because we plan on keeping you.”

“Keeping? For how long?”

“How does the word forever strike you, slut?” She shrugged her shoulders and leaned back
to give them free access to her body.

“We have decided to branch out, so to speak.”

“Oh?”

“Yea, into trade. To be specific, hard trade. And you’ll be the main attraction.”

“Hard trade? As in prostitution?”

“One and the same. Afraid yet, slut?”

“I… no. Should I be?”

“Oh, I definitely think you should be. Very afraid.”

“Why?”

“Because we’re going to sell your body for anything they want. Short of death,” he paused 
shortly, before adding, “at least for a while. I want you to suffer. And suffer and suffer for what
you did to Jim.”

“I… I didn’t do anything to Jim.”

“You killed him, you bitch!”

“No. He had a heart attack.”

“You killed him. Killed him with sluttish ways. Always wanting weirder and weirder things 
done to you. I saw you that night, bitch. I saw what he had already done to you before he 
died. It had to have taken him hours to do what he did to you. Hours. Hours that caused his 
heart to stop.”

“Well, yes. But we had just had a break and were starting again. He had only bound and 
stuffed me when his heart gave out. It wasn’t like we hadn’t taken a break or anything. I think 
he was just excited at what he had planned to do to me.”

That speech made Warren pause. He hadn’t thought about them taking a break. Or that 
Jim had had any special plans in mind.

“Just what was he planning to do, bitch?”

Here Bianca gave a pause.

Her and Jim had discussed the topic in length several times. In fact it was originally 
suggested by Jim. Something that he had always had in his fantasies. Oh, sure, she had 
thought of it too, but not seriously. Until Jim kept bringing the subject up. Again and again 
over the months. But if she didn’t tell Warren the truth, what could she say in place of it? What
would he believe? He had visited them too often for anything less to make sense.

But then, there was the fact that she had finally consented to have it done. Was she still 
willing?

Yes, she was, and told him what Jim had been planning the night he had died. Maybe it 
would be a way to erase some of her guilt.

“He ahh he was going to pierce me and ahh install rings in me.”

That statement effectively stopped all movement.

Warren and Nick’s hands stopped. Vic literally turned around and looked at her, and the 
car actually went off the side of the road before he turned back and got it under control.

Just by their reactions Bianca just knew that soon Jim’s wishes would be carried out. And if 
she wasn’t mistaken, they would be carried out real soon.

She leaned back and smiled at the thought.

Yes, it was time for that to be done. In memory of Jim and all that he had meant to her. 
And to the three men with her in the car.

“Where,” came struggling out of Warren’s mouth after he finally got some control over his 
body’s reaction to her statement.

“Cunt lips and nipples.”

Again she smiled.

*

Even Warren wasn’t gutsy enough to walk her nude up to the loft in the middle of the 
afternoon in downtown Detroit, as he tossed her a trench coat to cover her obviously beaten 
body. Parking the car in the back, they took the elevator to the loft. Opened the door and 
more or less shoved her in as they slammed the door behind them.

Bianca had been in Jim’s loft many a time. But never had there been other women present,
so when she saw the other two she did more than pause. She outright stared at them. For two
reasons: what they were doing and because she knew them.

Thinking back, she easily remembered her conversation with Angela, here in the building 
about a month ago. Remembered Angela’s comment that she, too, would like to get into the 
pain scene. But if she remembered correctly, Angela had said that she wanted to do the 
inflicting, not the receiving.

She had either changed her mind, or it had been changed for her, because it was more 
than obvious that she had received damage. Not an overabundant amount, but damage just 
the same.

Something that bore investigating when time allowed.

Gail on the other hand she had no problems accepting the visible marks on her body.

They had been together on two different occasions over the years. Both involving S&M 
and B&D encounters. In fact one night, the two of them had been the main show at one of 
the local clubs.

Gail had been the opening act. An act that included bondage, whips and lavish audience 
participation with damn few restrictions. Bianca had been the corresponding closing act. Both 
had been sensations.

As Bianca’s thoughts ran in that vein, she began to think back at Warren’s words in the car 
about establishing a stable of pain lovers for rent.

Her lips curved into a slight smile, she sure as hell couldn’t think of a better start than the 
three gals present to open the venture. That peaked her interest as she finally turned and 
looked at the three guys who had just brought her here to open the franchise.

“The beginnings of your stable of sluts?”, she asked Warren, knowing that he was the one 
who was now in command of the branching out into the public marketplace.

With almost a snarl, he said, “It is. But whenever possible you will be the one offered. 
Especially for the harder trade. But we’ve established that Angela and Gail have plenty to offer 
on their own, too. And then, Angela will be planning a double role.”

“Let me guess. She wants to give and receive. Right?”

“Right. She’ll also be in control of you two when we’re not here.”

“Oh, how quaint. A mistress of the slaves. I’m sure she’ll be a good one. So tell me, what’s 
the plan? You got someone lined up for me today, or am I the plaything of you three. Oh, and 
Angela, too, can’t forget her, can we.”

That bit of sass earned Bianca a hard right from Warren that sent her crashing to the floor. 
Where she calmly waited for things to progress.

“Get that damned coat off and get your ass over there.”

Bianca was sliding her arms out of the coat as she turned to see where Warren had 
pointed.

She smiled.

Of course, the dildo post.

Jim had considered the post one of his better inventions.

The main part was a typical, upright, metal post, like seen in many building that had 
exposed support work. But like in many plants or whatnot, it had not been painted. It was 
pure, shinny, polished, slick steel But what made it so unique was the slot that ran up one side.

A slot that dildos clipped to at various angles, depending on the base used. The dildo 
bases slid up and down the slot so dildos could be inserted in women of various heights. Or 
shoved in deeper or shallower, depending on the users choice.

Currently there was a fat sucker of a dildo poking out of it at an angle that would easily 
slip into an asshole if one were to back into it.

Removing her last arm, Bianca tossed the trench coat to the side of the room and began 
walking toward the post, as Warren told Angela to get her dressed and ready.

So, she thought, Angela’s role is to start immediately. Bianca didn’t have any problems 
with that. Hell, she enjoyed women as much as men. In fact she had learned over the years 
that women were much more inventive, and cruel if the truth be known, than men. No, no 
problem at all.

Angela knew what Warren wanted done. Hell, he had spent a good hour explaining it to 
her before the guys left to get Bianca. So with his words, she picked up the required items and
walked to the post where Bianca was patiently waiting for her to begin.

“Boots first,” she said as she handed Bianca the crotch high, black, leather boots.

“You been to the club lately,” Bianca asked as she sat on the floor to slide the first boot 
over her foot and up her leg.

“A time or two. You?”

“No. Not since the last time I saw you there. Jim kept me pretty busy in the last few 
months. How did you get into this?” she asked as she waved her hand around, letting Angela 
know she was asking about the loft, and Warren, Nick and Vic.

Angela smiled. “Remember me saying that I was curious as to exactly what you did here?”

“Hum mum,” as she pulled the first boot all the way up and started on the second one.

“My curiosity got the better of me again. Lousy timing. Or perfect. Depending on your 
view. The guys walked in while I was here.”

“And?”

“And they made me an offer I couldn’t, or didn’t, want to refuse.”

“Let me guess. I’m to be your first bitch?”

“Number one. Except for a bit of a try at Gail, here.”

“You did that?”

“I sure as hell did.”

“Very impressive, ‘for the first time. What’s to happen to me. Other than that,” pointing to 
the dildo sticking out of the post.

“It seems that Warren has in for you. Claims you caused Jim’s death.”

“Ah, well, in a way, I guess I did. So?”

“I don’t know the full extent, but you can bet your ass it will be very, very painful. And if he 
can throw in degradation and humiliation so much the better in his view. He did nothing but 
rave about you for hours. Literally. Okay, stand up and get this on.”

Angela handed her a leather hood that would cover her from neck to the crown of her 
head, leaving the entire face open. For which Bianca was very grateful. A full face mask was 
hotter than hell. The other one wasn’t much better. It still caused the heat to build up but she 
wouldn’t have any problems breathing at least. Besides, it left the face open to see expressions
better. Which she was sure was the deciding feature in this case. Warren would definitely want
to see her expressions. Especially those of pain. Or whatnot.

She slid the hood over her head and Angela helped her tuck all of her hair inside. She then
adjusted the neck strap tightly. Quite tightly, in fact, before handing her a waist cincher.

Bianca slid the leather waist cincher around her waist and Angela hooked the connecting 
straps to the neck band, then proceeded to use the laces on the side of the cincher and pulled
them tight. Again quite tight, pulling Bianca’s waist and stomach in quite snugly.

“Okay, now bend over, hold your ass cheeks apart and back up to the dildo. Warren wants 
to see your ass cheeks wrapping around the post.”

Bianca did as ordered as Angela held the dildo in place and did the aiming.

As soon as her ass began to take in the dildo, Bianca knew it was not lubricated in the 
least. Which naturally made for a snugger fit. Along with more uncomfortable as she pressed 
and pressed into it until her cheeks were indeed wrapping around the cool, slick post.

“Spread your legs and stand on your tiptoes.”

Bianca knew what that order entailed. But she did as ordered never the less, knowing that 
once Angela slid the dildo up the slot and screwed it in place, part of her body weight would 
be supported by the dildo up her ass. But then, it wasn’t something she hadn’t had done to 
her before.

“Aaahhh wowww. Know your way around this ahhh stuff, don’t you?”

“I’ve been practicing all day. Warren’s orders. Now, arms behind the post, as high as you 
can get them.”

With the dildo up her ass, Bianca had to arch her chest out to get her arms behind her, as 
goose bumps paraded up and down her arms from the cold metal. Straining on tiptoes, she 
felt Angela snap two leather straps to the post. Then she was reaching for and pulling her 
arms even higher as she slid the first strap just under the elbows. The second strap held her 
wrists in place.

No doubt about it. She was very effectively held in place as her tits pointed to the 
opposite wall. Complete with hard, jutting nipples pointing the way.

“All set,” Angela informed Warren as she stepped away to let him do the next part.

Bianca turned to Warren and almost fainted when she saw what he had in his hand.

Ohh, God, she thought.

There was nothing subtle, comical, placid or gentle about the metal, spiked dildo that he 
held in his hand. It gleamed in the light. Sparkling like the evil it was.

There were four rows of spikes around the metal shaft. Each looked razor sharp and 
vicious. Lethal, was the word that flashed through her brain as it headed toward her.

Warren enjoyed her fear as he knelt in front of her and slid the barbed dildo into the slot 
of the post. And began to raise it toward her defenseless cunt just in front of his eyes. Inch by 
slow, torturous inch, it made its way up the slot. Bianca’s toes were almost on point, like the 
most professional ballet dancer.

She had never had a lesson in her life.

“Angela,” he said, and only that. But Angela knew what he wanted.

Stepping up to Bianca again, she reached both hands to her cunt and took a pussy lip in 
each hand. She pulled them down and out.

As Warren ran the dildo up the slot and slammed it into Bianca’s opened pussy.

His aim was perfect.

One of the spikes drove into her clit and pressed it back inside its fleshy hood of protective
foreskin. But that wouldn’t do at all. Using one hand to hold the dildo in place, he used the 
other one to press against Bianca’s clit. When he was satisfied, her foreskin was overlapping 
the spike that was in her clit.

Then using both hands, he pushed the dildo up as far as he could and screwed it in place.

Even through that ordeal Bianca had managed to swallow her screams. But she wasn’t as 
successful when he finished.

Taking her left cunt lip from Angela, Warren used his first two fingers and his thumb to 
hold it as his knuckles brushed her inner leg. He pulled her pussy lip down as far as he could. 
Then as slowly as he could, he pressed it into one of the spikes on the side of the dildo.

As the spike pierced her Bianca’s scream slit the air in the loft. It echoed off the walls and 
through her tear streaked eyes she saw both Warren and Angela smile.

Bianca had no place to go. The dildo up her ass and her ass cheeks pressed around the 
post precluded her moving backwards. The straps holding her arms eliminated moving 
forward. She had absolutely no place to go as Warren moved to her other side and pierced 
her other cunt lip in the same fashion.

Her only option of movement was down. Down onto the spiked dildo. Down onto the one 
up her ass. And already her legs and toes were beginning to cramp from use. She knew, 
without a doubt, that soon both dildos in her would be supporting more and more of her 
body weight.

She didn’t want to think of the damage both of them could do to her. She didn’t want to 
think about it.

But she did.

“You comfy, bitch?” Warren asked as he wiggled each of her cunt lips around the spikes for
the sheer joy of hearing her groan in misery.

“Nnnnooo… ahhhhh nooooo.”

“Oh, wrong response, slut. Around here your only response is yes. Got it, bitch?” He 
reached to press her clit into the spike even deeper.

“YYyyyeessssaa ahhhhhh yeeessssss.”

“Good. I like happy bitches. How about I rub your clit, slut? Want that?”

“Nn… aahh yeeessss.”

“Oh, better watch that, bitch. You almost said the wrong word.”

For the five minutes that Warren pressed, wiggled and rearranged her clit atop the spike, 
Bianca was incapable of saying any coherent words. All she was capable of was screaming her 
damned head off until her throat was almost as raw as her abused clit and pussy lips.

“Your turn Vic. Make her suffer for Jim.”

Bianca could hardly see Vic as he approached her. But she could see well enough to see 
that he had a friggin nail in his hand. A two inch long, headed nail.

Unfortunately, she had no doubts as to where it would soon take up residence. Her only 
silent question was which one first.

Vic slowly walked toward her until he was just in front of her. “Like your new toys?”

“N… ahh yeeesssss. Yesss I aahhh like themmm.”

“How convenient. Want another one to play with? This one?” he held up the nail. Held in 
directly in front of her eyes so that it sparkled and reflected the light from the lights.

Bianca did and didn’t want to say the required yes’ to his question. But under the 
circumstances she had no alternatives.

“Yyyessssaaahh yeeessss.”

“Right or left?”

With her only response being yes, how the hell was she to answer his question, she 
thought. Then decided it didn’t make any difference. She was sure that both nipples would be 
pierced with nails before the day was over anyway.

“YYeeessss.”

“Oh, my choice, is it. Well, let’s see. Which one will I pick?”

Using the sharp end of the nail, he ran it over both nipples. The flesh covering both 
nipples crinkled with each passing. Chills slid up and down her chest and spine, as over and 
over he pressed the sharp end of the nail across her nipples, over her tits, between them, then 
back to her nipples.

Finally tiring of his game, Vic selected her left nipple and with his left hand began to pull it 
away from her breasts. Stretching her boob until it looked like so much pulled taffy.

But it wasn’t the pulling of her nipple and tit that caused Bianca’s eyes to widen until they 
almost took up all the room on her face. It was the fact that Vic was slowly bringing the 
pointed end of the nail to her stretched nipple.

Selecting a spot about midway back from her elongated nipple point, he began to press 
the nail into her pulled skin. And press. And press. The nail made an indention, but still the 
skin did not yield. He pressed more and suddenly she literally felt her skin pop as the point of 
the nail entered her skin.

Actually, Bianca was surprised at the lack of pain, not that it wasn’t painful. But not as 
much as had thought it would be. But as the nail began its passage through her hard, 
stretched nipple the pain began to accelerate as the nail began to widen. Each centimeter 
getting wider and wider.

Then with another pop, the nail exited the bottom of her nipple. Her nipple was pierced 
clear through. With most of the resistance gone, Vic began to push easier and easier until the 
head of the nail was touching the top of her nipple. But that wasn’t what he wanted, so he 
pulled it partly back out to it was more or less centered on her nipple.

Vic stepped back to view his handwork. He smiled and again reached for the nail. Turning 
his hand part way, he placed his fingers on the nail and began to turn. As if winding a clock, 
he turned from six o’clock to twelve which naturally caused Bianca’s nipple to turn, too, and it 
began to fold over on itself as her scream again filled the loft before he stepped away.

“Nick, it’s your turn.”

Nick did not make a major production out of piercing her right nipple as Vic had. In a 
matter of seconds he pulled it away from her body, raised the nail and drove it through her. 
But he did take a couple of seconds to center it just precisely, then stood back.

By the time Bianca could clear her vision all five people surrounded her. Taking her time, 
she studied all of them.

Gail’s expression indicated that she had expected Bianca to handle the situation.

Angela’s was more of awe. Or maybe disbelief.

Vic didn’t project so much as interest. It was like he was calmly studying a piece of unique 
art.

Nick looked slightly puzzled, as if he didn’t understand why she was so quiet now that they
were finished piercing her body.

Warren, and this really didn’t surprise Bianca in the least, looked merely satisfied with what
had transpired so far, but that he was far from finished with her by any stretch of the 
imagination.

Then, as if some silent signal had been given, they all turned away from her in unison and 
walked away and began to form two groups. Nick and Vic with Gail, and Warren with Angela.

Then in the time it took the men to shed their clothes, they were all fucking as if they were 
all desperate to come. And come now. Not a second from now, but now. They slammed into 
each other and pulled away only to slam right back in. There was no build up. No preliminary 
gestures whatsoever. They simply fucked until they reached conclusion.

All had expended their foreplay with her. She, Bianca, had been the tantalizing. The build 
up. The growing of desire. She was their aphrodisiac. Their stimuli. And the more she thought 
that, the more she liked the idea.

How many people, anywhere, had ever been that to five people simultaneously. By being 
bound and harmed she had been given power over them. A power they were unable to resist. 
Or one they didn’t want to resist, anyway. And as the five of the struggled with each other on 
the floor across from her, Bianca quite easily, without the slightest effort on her part, joined 
them in a magnificent climax of her own.

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CHAPTER SEVEN


As Warren pulled away from his temporary relief, his thoughts went instantly back to Bianca. 
The bitch that had lead to Jim’s death and he knew that she would suffer more before the day 
was over.

Getting his feet under him, he stood and walked over to her. God, did she ever discuss 
him.

There she was, bound to the post, a dildo up her ass, the barbed one cutting into her cunt 
and clit, her nipples bisected by damned nails and he knew that she had just climaxed. God, 
how could she? How in the hell did she have the audacity to come? Didn’t she know she was 
being punished?

It was just too fucking much!

He didn’t stop to think, he just acted.

Bragging a hunk of rope on passing by a shelf, he took it and walked over to her. Yea, no 
mistake. The bitch’s cream was coating the spiked dildo she was pierced to. But he’d fix her.

Stepping behind her and knelling down he began to tie one end of the rope around her 
left ankle. Then make a loop around right one. Then he pulled.

Bianca’s feet were jerked off the floor and pulled behind the post. Almost her full body 
weight slammed down onto the spiked dildo and the one up her ass as part of her weight was
held by her arms behind her.

She screamed as she felt the spikes drive into her so deep they pressed into her public 
bones, clit and fragile female tissue. She felt the spikes pressing against the hunk of plastic up 
her ass, driving it even deeper within her. And before she could stop herself from screaming 
Warren had tied her feet behind the post.

By the greatest effort she could touch her toes to the floor and take an ounce or two of 
her weight off her cunt and ass. But she didn’t think that would be allowed as she felt Warren’s
hand slide up the rope, bringing it up toward her hands and the straps that held her arms in 
place. She knew that soon that rope would be attached to one of her straps and she would be
left with her body being supported by the spikes in her cunt.

Warren could almost hear and understand her thoughts. He smiled. Oh, no, bitch, he 
thought, it isn’t going to be that easy. Taking the rope up the back of the post, he threaded it 
though the spaces between her wrists and the post, then through the space between her 
pointed elbows and let the end hand down between her clinched together fists.

He smiled in satisfaction, then walked around her and the post. For ages he stood in front 
of her, looking at her, seeing the nails in her nipples, the spiked dildo gleaming between her 
pulled back legs. It looked like she was hardly breathing. As if even the difference of inflated 
lungs would be too much for her to bare. He could see her toes reaching for and hardly 
touching the floor, trying to ease the pressure on the spikes and knew that that would never 
do.

“Take the rope in your hands, bitch.”

He saw her befuddled expression as she tried to understand his words. And slowly, with 
almost numb fingers, she began to move her hands as much as possible. It took her two 
minutes to get the rope in one of her fists.

“Now pull your legs up, slut. Pull them off the floor so your slavish cunt is driven into the 
spikes. Do it!”

He watched her sluggish movements. It was obvious that she was trying to comply but she
had damned limited space to move her hands in. The rope wiggled. It wreathed like 
something alive. But it remained slack as it flopped against the post. Then with his eyes boring
into her tits, he decided to give her some encouragement to follow his orders.

With a sudden turn, he walked away and began to rummage around in the supplies that 
abounded in the loft until he found what he was seeking. Curling his fingers around them, he 
went back to her to see what progress she was making.

The rope was no longer flopping against the post, nor was it pulling her legs up. He smiled
and showed her what he was holding. Two more nails.

“If you don’t pull your damned legs up, and do it now, I’ll give your damned nipples two 
more nails, bitch. What will it be? Rope or nails?”

Bianca knew, just knew, that whatever she did would not make any difference. She knew 
that even if she did manage to pull her legs up he would install the nails in her tits. And quite 
frankly, she no longer gave a damn either way, even as she struggled to pull the rope and her 
legs.

She pulled and pulled. Her body arched more and more. The spikes drove into her. The 
dildo up her ass felt twenty feet long and a foot in diameter as her asshole stretched more 
and more. Then her hard won victory was gone. Her hands could no longer hold the rope and 
her feet jarred back to the floor, shaking her entire body as Warren smiled.

She didn’t even try to suppress her screams as he drove the two nails into her still hard 
capped nipples. He drove them in from side to side, just behind the other two that were up 
and down in her. Through tear streaked eyes she saw her nipples. Each had nails in them that 
formed a cross. She felt just a crucified as Christ had. Granted, with a difference, but crucified 
none the less.

When the last nail was place to Warren’s satisfaction Bianca knew that the rope would be 
next and it was. Stepping around her Warren pulled the rope. Wound it around her blue hands
and tied it off.

Then left her impaled while they worked on Angela and Gail.

*

“Angela, get Gail over there and tie her to the posts so we can work on her.”

The remaining two women saw where he had pointed to, and with some trepidation they 
made their way to the two upright metal post that had ropes hanging from them. The posts 
were well spaced and Gail stood between them as, Angela began to fasten her to them.

Gail raised her left arm and Angela tied it to the rope hanging from the post. She tied it 
tight and as high as she could. So high in fact, that when Gail raised her left arm it was a 
struggle to reach the opposite rope on the other post. But with pulling and corporation, they 
did it.

Then it was time for her feet. Gail stretched her legs as much as she could, even pulling on 
her shoulders in the process as Angela tied her left foot. But they had tied her too tight. The 
rope for her right foot was too short to go around her ankle.

“Give her a hand, guys, and let’s get this damned show on the road. But you’re gonna pay 
for your stupidity, Angela. If you’re gonna be the damned mistress, you have to plan better 
than that. Now get her tied.”

With Vic and Nick pulling Gail’s legs like a turkey wishbone, Angela finally managed to get 
the rope around her final ankle. When they all stood back it was obvious that Gail was as 
tightly drawn as any archery bow had ever been. Her tendons literally stood out on her 
body-underarms, crotch, ankles. Hell even her neck seemed pulled taunt. She was a very 
ridged X between the two posts, totally vulnerable, totally available to whatever was coming 
her way.

But with Angela’s poor planning, she was going to have to wait. Angela knew that Warren 
was pissed at her and when he grabbed a handful of hair and began to pull her, she offered 
no resistance. He drug her over to a sawhorse and slammed her over the top. In less time than
seemed possible, she was bound to it. Hands and feet were tied to rings in the legs of the 
sawhorse as her lower stomach and pussy bone pressed into the top board as her ass and 
cunt hung over the edge.

“Nail her fast, guys, then we’ll work on Gail,” came from Warren as he caressed her 
overhanging pussy with his fingers.

Angela shivered in dread, but common sense told her not to complain or voice and 
objections. She didn’t want whatever was planned for her to be expanded upon. And she had 
a good idea what that was. Who knew what plans they had made as they went to collect 
Bianca at her home.

And they had made plans. Extensive plans.

For the entire ride to Bianca’s they had talked and planned. Each elaborating on the other 
as they all began to realize just what they could do. And just what they wanted to do with 
three pain loving slaves at their disposal.

They had decided to offer a variety to future customers. No two slaves were to be 
prepared the same, but all displaying avid evidence that anything was fair game for their 
money.

It was quickly agreed that Bianca would be decked out in four rings. Two in each nipple 
and two in her cunt lips for customers to use, torment, pull and to delight in to their heart’s 
content. Gail would get just nipple rings. Angela’s would be in her cunt lips and all would be 
rented out to the highest bidder. Over and over.

Bianca’s holes for her rings had been made. When she was finally released it would be a 
simple matter to pull out the nails and spikes and install her rings.

But now was the time to make the holes in Angela’s cunt lips for hers.

With Warren placing her over the saw horse and her cunt lips hanging down they both 
instantly understood how she was to be pierced and they each walked over to the shelve, 
grabbed a nail each and a hammer, and made their way to her.

Seeing what they were carrying, Angela lost all doubts. They were going to nail her 
frigging cunt lips to the wooden saw horse! And there wasn’t a damned thing she could do 
about it, either. Except accept them as audaciously as she could. As if she had any choice in 
the matter, which of course she didn’t. But she was determined not to beg them. She was sure
she was going to scream, but she would not beg them not to.

She was silent while Vic and Nick began to move her cunt lips so they were pressed 
against the board of the saw horse. But she just couldn’t stop her whimper of fear when both 
were pressed into the board and she felt the tips of the nails touch her as they placed them 
against her blood filled, pouting lips and adjusted the hammers in their hands. Knuckles and 
wrists pressed into the insides of her legs as she felt their hot breaths tickle her opened cunt 
and twitching brownie.

“On the count of three,” she heard Nick say and knew that they were going to double 
team her. Both cunt lips would have nails driven through them at the same damned time.

“One.”

She tried to prepare herself for the combined pain.

“Two.”

Of having two nails driven through her at once.

“Three.”

Both hammers smashed into the headed nails they held in their other hands. And Angela 
was NOT prepared in the least for the pain of nails being driven into her. She had been 
fascinated as she had watched Bianca’s tits being pierced, and her cunt too if she was truthful.

But she soon discovered that watching and having it done to one’s self were two entirely 
different things. God, did she ever scream. If she hadn’t been so tightly bound to the saw 
horse she was sure that she would have stood up and pulled the damned things right out of 
her. But she couldn’t stand, or move away in the least as she was nailed to board.

The first hammer blow each made it through her cunt lips. The second each nailed her in 
place and she almost fainted as more of the fatter part of the nails traveled through her.

And then, suddenly, it was over.

Vic and Nick stood up and walked away from her. They placed their hammers back on the 
shelve. Each grabbed a section of chain and headed back to Gail who was silently waiting 
between the posts.

Angela almost gave an heartfelt sigh, but she stopped when she saw Warren pick up a stiff
crop and head toward her. She prayed, literally prayed, that Warren would not use it on her 
nailed and opened cunt. But if he decided to do so, she knew she had no way of stopping him
and again would just have to accept.

With that thought in mind, she began to think.

Isn’t that what she wanted to do with other women? Give them no choice? Make them 
squirm in dread and anticipation? Wasn’t that half of the power trip involved in being a 
mistress? To have unlimited power?

It was. And she no longer prayed. She wanted to know how others would feel when she 
was in charge. To know how they might feel. Might squirm. Might fear. And know they had no 
choices. No alternatives but to submit and allow. To feel. Anticipate. Dread. And desire.

She felt Warren tap her opened cunt with the crop, as he said, “Watch and learn, Angela. 
Learn how to be a mistress. How to control your victims. Feel your body become aroused by 
watching sluts receive the pain they deserve. Pain that, as mistress, you can give them. But you
have to earn the privilege to harm them. Earn it with your own pain.”

Warren began a steady beat, each beat tapping her nailed cunt a bit harder than the last 
as she even refused to blink as Nick and Vic began to work on Gail across the room.

As did Bianca with equal interest. Bianca had easily figured out the game plan. She knew 
who would have rings installed where. And she was very interested in seeing how Gail 
responded to having her tits pierced. Her private bet with herself said that Gail would take it 
like the pro she was.

Gail, too, had it all figured out. She knew that Nick and Vic had easy access to her hanging 
cunt, but she knew it was her nipples that would be pierced. And like Bianca, she knew she 
could handle it. She had had her nipples pierced before. Her cunt too for that matter, and her 
clit. For a week she had worn rings in them, too.

She saw the chains that Nick and Vic were bringing to her. Saw that the end link of each 
was a piercing link. And she guessed that they had plans for the chains. At least for a while 
before the chains were replaced with rings that she was sure would become a permanent part 
of her life in the future.

But first came the piercing chains.

“Those are for my nipples, aren’t they boys?” Vic nodded his head and Nick said, “Sure as 
hell are. Any objections?”

“No. But I do have a request, if it’s allowed.”

“You can ask all you want. But it doesn’t mean we’ll comply. What is it?”

“I just love my tits sucked. Think I could talk you two into that before I get ahh chained?”

They looked at each other. Shrugged their shoulders and bent forward. Hot sucking 
mouths enveloped her tits and Gail gave a groan of pure lust and tried to shove more of her 
into their mouths.

“Suck them aahh good guyss ahhh usee yourrrrrrrr aahh tongues aaaaaaaaa yesssss ohhh 
suck baby suck. Makkkee mmmy nipplesss grrooooww. Makeee themmm hott. Ooohhhhh 
yeeaaaa gettt themmm ahhh rock hard for yourrr ahhh piercinggg ccchainsss. Ahhhhh how 
about aaaa diddlle to mmmy clittt? Ooohhh yeaaaaaaa. Make me commmmee. Succckkkkk 
ahhhhhh yeesssss.”

Across the room Bianca smiled at Gail’s audacity of having the guys suck her tits before 
piercing them. She just loved it.

So did Angela. But she had another thing to contend with. Warren’s crop to her cunt. And 
for the life of her, she couldn’t decided which was making her hotter. The crop or what was 
happening to Gail. And she no longer cared either. She was too damned busy enjoying.

“Aaahhhhhh yeessssssssss,” came from Gail as she shattered into a damned satisfying 
climax from their combined actions. And with the thought of what was to follow, too. And she 
knew what she wanted and wasn’t shy about voicing her wants.

“Aaahhhh pieeeeeece themmm nowww. Doooo itttt while IIII commmeeee. Doooo itttttttt,
oh Goddd, dooo it noowwwwwwww.”

Nick and Vic had no desire to deny her wants. One second their mouths were attached to 
her pulsating nipples and the next they were driving the self piercing chains through them 
and Gail just continued to come. She shook. She shivered. Her clit jumped up and down in her
soaking snatch. And her nipples pulsated so much they could actually see the chains moving 
because of them.

With two chains wiggling from her tits, Nick bent down and untied her ankles. The next 
second he had his hands on her hips, tossed her legs around his hips and drove his cock up 
her still pulsating tunnel like a madman. Gail tightened her legs and her cunt and just 
continued to come.

She didn’t even pause between quivers when Nick dumped his load up her cunt and took 
a step back as Vic grabbed her hips and drove into her ass. Being fucked fore and aft while 
hanging from her wrist, with chains piercing her tits was just what the doctor ordered in her 
opinion and her ass gave Vic the same treatment her cunt had Nick’s cock until he, too, was 
giving her the cream she wanted.

Across the room Warren’s cock was up Angela’s nailed cunt and they we’re wasting any 
time either reaching for the ultimate goal.

*

When the guys recouped their energy, they made their way over to Bianca and began to 
release her from her post and cocks. Her feet were untied. Then her arms. But it was obvious 
that all four extremities were useless in supporting her. So as Nick held her Warren and Vic 
unscrewed the dildos, pulled the spikes out of her, and slid them back down the slot of the 
post.

When she was free they laid her on the floor and spread her out into the classical X. 
Warren’s words of, “Fight us bitch and you’re dead.” made her hold perfectly still. But it wasn’t 
a battle to do so. She didn’t think she could move if allowed.

Warren knelt between her legs and quickly inserted rings in the holes the spikes had made
in her cunt lips. Nick pulled the nails out of her right nipple as Vic did the same with the left.

“Which direction you want the rings in, Warren,” was asked by Nick.

“From side to side,” came from Warren, and soon Bianca’s four rings were an established 
fact. When the last one was done they tied her wrists with some rope, wrapped it around the 
post she had been bound to, and walked away.

Bianca appreciated the rest as she watched them head to Angela who was still across the 
saw horse.

Warren used a clawed hammer to pull the nails out of the wood, then stood back to let 
Nick and Vic install her cunt rings in the pre-made holes. That finished, they released her.

“Come on,” Warren told her, “you can help us with Gail, mistress of the slaves.”

Angela smiled. Just the thought of being mistress again made her blood begin to boil.

Following Warren’s instructions she freed Gail from her final ropes. Warren then handed 
her a head hood and she, with Gail’s help, put it on Gail. Neither of them missed the chain that
slid through rings, nor the rounded block of wood that was to be a gag.

With the hood in place, leaving Gail’s face free, the group walked over to yet another 
metal post. But this one was different. As were all of them in the loft. After all, who needed 
duplicates cluttering up the place.

The post had a metal “board” attached to it at a ninety degree angle. It was about two 
inches across the top and extended a good twenty inches down. Just like a board, but it was 
made of metal. Hard, shinning metal. The post had a variety of hooks embedded in it at 
various heights and neither Gail nor Angela were sure of their exact uses. But they knew they 
would soon learn.

“Get these in her. All the way,” came from Warren as he held two fat dildos in his hand.

Angela took them from him as Gail spread her legs for the placement. Gail knew the 
purpose of the metal board that stood out from the post. But as Angela began to insert the 
first of the dildos up her cunt, she truly didn’t give a damn. It felt too good to be filled again. 
The earlier deposited cream making it a joy to have first one, then the other dildo placed in 
her dribbling openings.

“Now get your pussy on that,” pointing to the metal board that stood out from the post, 
“and we’ll get you settled in for the night.”

Gail swung her leg over the board and slid up. When she was firmly in place she felt the 
two dildo wedge up her a bit more. She wiggled to find a comfortable position, and waited for
further instructions.

There really weren’t all that many. Angela placed the gag in her mouth, tightened the 
attaching chain and hooked the end to one of the numerous hooks in the post. Then the 
chains to her tits was attached too. Her wrists were tied with ropes, pulling her arms above her
head, and tied to yet another hook.

All in all, she wasn’t in much pain at all. But she knew that the pain would come with the 
passage of time. Her arms would be screaming in pain at being raised over her head. And her 
cunt would alternate between pain and being numb by pressing into her “seat”. But over the 
course of years, she had been left for the night in much worse positions.

But they were not finished with her after all. Warren gave Angela the crop he had used on 
her nailed open cunt with instruction to whip Gail’s tits and ass until they had Bianca settled in
for the night. And with the very first stroke Gail knew that Angela was going to be an excellent
mistress of the slaves in the absence of the men from the loft.

The sound of leather striking flesh filled the loft with its unique sound and Gail could not 
stop her scream of pain as it hit her oh so recently pierced nipple. Angela began a pattern on 
Gail’s body. Five to each nipple, right then the left one, then five to each ass cheek. Then back 
to the right nipple. Over and over until Gail’s teeth were sinking into the wooden gag in her 
mouth as across the way they began to settle Bianca in for the night.

Bianca could still offer little assistance as they raised her and took her over to the two 
widely spaced posts that Gail had been bound to earlier and tied her in the same way. Then 
for fifteen minutes the three guys whipped her with a variety of weapons. Her newly install 
rings getting special attention until she hung limply.

When she could no longer even manage the least moan, Warren used some wire to fasten 
the spiked dildo to her cunt rings and all seven pounds of metal hung from her rings all night 
as her hands turned black from supporting her weight.

Then it was back to Angela.

They triple teamed her. Warren down her throat. Nick in her cunt and Vic up her ass. She 
was one damned content mistress when she took her shower and collapsed in bed as her two 
slave wreathed in misery the whole night long.

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CHAPTER EIGHT


“They’re ready. Let’s start advertising tomorrow.”

Nick and Vic agreed with Warren’s statement as they settled down to make their plans, as 
each of them kept taking peaks at the three women across the room. Each silently admitted to
himself that they were quite a sight to behold.

Gail was a sight atop that hunk of metal, but all agreed that Bianca was the best as the 
spiked dildo stretched her pussy toward the floor as all four rings glistened and reflected the 
light of the room.

“Where do you think we should begin, Warren? By word of mouth or in the skin mags?”

“Well, actually, both. Word of mouth will get spread around quicker, but the mags will 
reach a wider audience. And let’s face it, we’re in it for the bucks. And for our personal thrills, 
too. Did you bring those mags, like I said?”

“Sure. They’re right here. Want to look through them?”

“Sure. It’s as good a place to start as any.”

Each of them began to thumb through the magazines with a dual purpose in mind. To 
search out the ads that were in them to see if anyone was looking for available slaves, and to 
see which would be the most receptive to them placing their own ad.

After a few minutes Nick said, “Hey, here’s one that sounds good.”

“What?”

‘“Single white male. Money no problem to have dream of groveling female slave to beat, 
brand and torment for hours. Must be willing to submit to all forms of pain, humiliation and 
bondage. Looks not important, but pay more if good looking. Don’t respond unless very 
serious. And he gives his phone number along with a mail drop. Want to give him a call and 
see just what he’s willing to pay?”

“Why not. Is it a local number?”

Nick grabbed a phone book and looked up the prefix. “Sure is. North side. So?”

“Give me the phone.”

Nick handed Warren the phone and the ad as the three of them leaned forward in 
anticipation. Warren punched out the numbers and gave the guys a grin to let them know it 
was ringing.

“One ringy-dingy. Two rings. Maybe he’s not… yea, ahh I’m calling in regards to your ad 
about a female slave.”

The other two really leaned forward trying to hear what the other guy was saying, but had 
little luck even when Warren held the receiver a bit away from his ear.

“Hey, just cool your jets a sec. I know I’m a guy and you lay one damned finger on me and 
I’ll bust your frigging head… That’s better… No, I don’t have a slave. I have three of them… 
Right. That’s much better… Yea… Why don’t you give me a rundown on what you’re looking 
for…”

There was a long pause from Warren as each of them strained even more to hear. They 
could catch a word now and then, but it was Warren’s smile that told them the story.

“No problem. One gal has rings in her tits. One has them in her pussy and third has them 
in tits and pussy… No problem. We have ample material to work with. What do you have in 
mind?”

Again there was a long pause and Warren’s smile grew with each word spoken.

“No problem. Now let’s get down to the nitty-gritty and talk money. You want a tally price 
per item or lump rate?… Sure, go ahead and tell me… Either way. Package deal or just one of 
them… Sure. A ten percent discount on yours only. The rest pay full rates… What kind? 
Instants do?… Okay, where and when?… See you there.”

Warren hung up the phone, smiled and leaned back.

“So? Damn it, tell us.”

“Come on, Warren, speak.”

“You know, this could be quite profitable.”

“Well?”

“Okay, okay, give me a sec. He seems to be for real. But my guess is that he’s never done 
anything like this before. But I sure as hell can’t fault his wants.”

“Which are?”

“At first he said he wanted to twist some rings that were strategically placed, so I told him 
about their rings. Which I’m sure you heard. Then he started to elaborate, saying things like 
whips to tits, ass and spread pussy. Then he started talking about his buddy and maybe 
another guy, too. Seems they want the same things from bitches. He wants to meet me, or us, 
to show him some proof and meet him at a dive across town in an hour. So, Vic, why don’t 
you wake up Angela and set her up for some pictures, while Nick and I get some of Gail and 
the bitch?”

“Right.”

They each went their separate ways.

Nick for the camera in the closet, Vic to get Angela up and posed, and Warren went to 
collect some additional articles for the upcoming pictures that would make the guys’ cocks 
explode when they saw them.

*

“Jesus H. Christ!” came from the guy who had placed the ad when he got a look at the 
pictures of the offered slaves.

His two friends made similar comments as they passed the pictures around the table in the
back of the room where they had all met.

Warren, Nick and Vic leaned back, counting the money that they knew would soon be 
rolling in. All three knew that these guys would pay through the balls to get their hands, and 
anything else, on their three slaves back at the loft. Giving the others plenty of time to check 
out the offerings, they then began to haggle over what cost what, and before they all parted 
company they had three complete scenarios in their pockets.

Along with the “down payment” that would be credited toward their visit in two days at 
the loft.

The three customers, with hard cocks pressing against their pants, knocked on the door of 
the loft precisely on time. When the door opened they eagerly stepped in, and what they 
saw…

Directly in front of them was a dream come true. A dream in the form of Bianca Troy.

Kneeling on the floor on her hands and knees she was the epitome of anyone’s idea of a 
slave. Her full tits were bound in rope, tied to her upper arms as her hands rested on the floor.
The rings in her nipples were supporting thick, heavy chains that connected her nipple rings to
a single ring in her cunt.

A ring that held her pussy lips together, just as they had requested, instead of two 
separate rings as had been seen in the pictures they had seen earlier.

But that wasn’t the whole picture.

Heavy iron ankle bands encircled her trim ankles and more chains connected her ankles to
the single ring in her cunt.

There was no way in hell, short of pulling the rings out of her body, that Bianca could 
defend herself from anything. She couldn’t even stand. Nor could she use her hands to 
protect herself from what they planned to do to her.

And the single ring in her cunt got avid attention from all three men standing behind her. 
It didn’t close off her cunt from use, but it sure as hell would make for a tight fit and obvious 
discomfort for her.

After absorbing Bianca’s offered charms, they finally lifted their eyes to see what else had 
been prepared for them.

Across the way, standing between two posts was Gail. Tied to the posts by her wrists and 
ankles, forming the classic X of servitude, and with huge weights hanging from her nipple 
rings, she got almost as much attention as Bianca had.

Then there was Angela, who they knew was the switch hitter of the group of slaves. She 
stood slightly off to the side of Gail, a multi stranded whip in her hand as if in the process of, 
or patiently waiting to whip Gail. But to show that she was a slave too, there was also small 
weights hanging from her cunt rings.

“Gentlemen, if you are ready, you may begin while we keep track of the fees,” came from 
Warren as he, Nick and Vic each held a small note pad and pencil in their hands for record 
keeping. And for final payment, too.

Jerry, who had placed the ad they had called about, went immediately to the shelves that 
contained the instruments offered by the loft for its customers and made an inspection before
taking up one of the numerous whips and came back to Bianca kneeling on the floor in her 
chains and rings.

Without so much as a word, he brought the whip back and snapped it forward so the 
black leather landed directly in Bianca’s pierced cunt. As her scream split the silence in the loft 
he saw the effect of the whip’s landing. All four chains pulled on their connecting rings, her 
tits tipped toward her cunt, the ankle chains wiggled in the air just above the floor, and the 
ring in her cunt slammed into her clit.

A deep red line formed before he pulled the whip back for his second stroke. To the same 
location, creating the same results all around. Then with his ultimate dream taken care of, he 
changed angles and proceeded to make her ass the same vivid red color as again and again 
he landed the whip on the slave trembling before him on the floor, unable to get away from 
him and his whip.

When she finally collapsed on the floor, chains rattling with the fall, he again went to the 
shelves and made his other selections and came back to her as one of his friends finally 
walked away and went to Gail.

“They tell me that you really like pain. Is that true?” asked Mike, who stood in front of the 
bound Gail and watched the weights hanging from her breasts move with each breath she 
took.

“Yes.”

That answer seeming to satisfy him, he took the multi stranded whip from Angela’s hand. 
With a practiced flip of his wrist he untangled the strands and let them hang down as 
continued to watch his bound victim.

She showed no fear at his presence. Not even when he brought the whip back, paused for 
a second, then brought it forward to land directly across both of her ringed and weighted tits. 
Nor did she scream when it connected, but instead took a deep breath, as if to counteract the 
pain. Adjusting his stance a bit, he repeated the process.

So did she.

It wasn’t until the sixth stroke to the same target that she gave her first muffled moan and 
her knees unlocked as her entire body shivered. Then, with an obvious effort, her knees locked
again and with the seventh stroke her scream joined Bianca’s across the room.

Minutely satisfied with her reactions, for the first time he lowered his aim, striking her 
across her sucked in stomach. But he hit more than just her stomach. He also hit the hanging 
weights to her nipples.

“You aught to love this one,” he said, as with a flick of his wrist he brought the whip up, 
landing all strands on her opened cunt.

Gail’s legs buckled, her scream was ear piercing and the hanging weights pulled the shit 
out of her tits as her arms took her full weight with a jerking motion that made them pull even
more.

He then walked behind her bound form to create colorful designs on her back just as he 
had on her front. Starting at her stretched arm pits he made his way down her back to her ass,
leaving no unmarked flesh in his wake as her voice became almost nonexistent from her 
screams.

Three times he ordered her to lock her legs in place and each time she did, even knowing 
his target was her pain filled pussy. But when he ordered her the fourth time she got a special 
reward. His cock sank up her whipped ass, finding a very tight, very sucking opening that he 
drilled as his hands came to her abused tits. Every stroke of his cock up her ass was 
accompanied with a twisting pull on her ringed and weighted tits.

Meanwhile Bianca was being rearranged by the two men who had chosen her for the 
evening.

She could offer scant help as they drug her over to one of the many posts in the loft and 
leaned her against it. Untying her tits from her arms, they raised her hand over her head and 
bound them to a ring as she squatted on the floor. Knowing that she should, she kept her legs
widely spread as they silently worked together.

Bruce, the man who had yet to harm her, took the two huge dildos that Jerry had brought 
over, and with infinite patience inserted them up her ringed cunt and her asshole as she 
moaned in pain at his manipulations of her whipped lips and crack.

When he was finished both dildos were deeply embedded in her and the ends rested on 
the floor between her legs.

“Now it’s fucking time, slave.” Jerry told her as he and Bruce each took up a crop and 
stood on either side of her.

“The rules are simple, slave. Every time we whip your tits, you fuck the dildos all the way 
down until your ass touches the floor. If your ass doesn’t touch the floor, we’ll burn your 
nipples until they do. Understand the rules, slave?”

Bianca had little voice left, but she heard every word perfectly and nodded her head. She 
also prayed that all sixteen inches of the dildos would fit inside her whipped openings. 
Through her tear filled eyes she saw both of them pull back their arms and knew that both tits
would be whipped at the same time.

Bianca truly liked her tits whipped, truly liked to fuck dildos but as the two crops landed on
her tits and she tried to lower herself on them they just would not fit.

The ring holding her cunt lips together was just too tight to allow her all the way down on 
them as it flared at the base stopping entry. She knew that she could get the one up her ass 
inside her, but it couldn’t because of the ring in her pussy. And she really did try.

She tried even harder when both men held light candles to her ringed nipples as her 
screams again filled the air. As a blister formed on both nipples she felt her pussy lips tear. The
second her ass touched the floor the flames were withdrawn.

“Now back up them, slave.”

Bianca felt each and every rib of the dildo scrap against her cunt ring as she forced her 
quivering legs to unbend.

And the procedure was repeated. And repeated. And repeated until she could no longer 
raise herself off the dildos.

When Mike finally came in Gail’s ass he released her wrists from the posts and ordered her
onto the floor and removed the weights from her tits. When she was lying on her back, he 
ordered Angela to straddle her head and feed her, her pussy as he again took up the whip.

“As soon as you make her come, I’ll stop whipping your tits,” he said in way of explanation.
“Keep her arms out of the way,” he told Angela as he pressed his feet between Gail’s legs to 
have the proper stance for wielding the whip.

Gail sank her tongue up Angela’s pussy before he said his last word. With any luck at all 
Angela was hotter than hell already and her tits wouldn’t take too much punishment.

She had sucked pussy many a time and knew she was quite proficient. But she hadn’t 
counted on the painful distraction of having her tits whipped at the same time. But Angela 
proved true to form and came by the seventh stroke. Drinking her abundant discharge Gail 
almost bit the shit out of her when he was true to his word and stopped whipping her tits.

And began whipping her opened pussy instead for a very painful three times. Then, while 
still sucking Angela’s cunt, she felt him drive his cock into her just whipped cunt and the three 
of them went ape shit with each other’s bodies.

When Bianca could no longer raise herself off the dildos Jerry and Bruce released her from 
the post. As she twisted on the floor they pulled the dildos out and replaced them with their 
cocks.

Neither paid any attention to the chains that were still connected to her cunt ring and with
almost every stroke they tore it through her fragile tissue even more until Bianca was sure the 
ring would be pulled right out of her body with their motions.

With their last shutter they pulled away from her and began to prepare for the final part of
the night’s plans.

*

Bianca and Gail faced each other, their hands above their heads fastened to a metal bar 
with ropes. Strings were looped inside their nipple rings and Angela’s cunt rings, forming two 
triangles that bound them all together as Angela laid beneath their bodies on a low bench. 
Their legs were tied off to convenient rings as Angela was tied to the bench, her arms forced 
underneath it cutting into them.

And the game began.

A game to see who could whip the strings apart that connected the three slaves together. 
The rules were simple.

They could whip the strings or the rings that they connected.

They had to hit either string or ring. If they missed, they were disqualified.

But to make it a challenge of skill instead of strength, the first man to break a string had to
pay for the person who “won” by not breaking a string and he had to drop out of the 
completion, too, leaving only two men to finish the challenge.

The object was to inflict the maximum amount of pain without breaking a string.

Each man was given an identical whip which was about five foot long and single stranded. 
They would go in rotating rotation giving each of them an opportunity to go first and choose 
the location to work on. After being first and selecting the target, that person would be third 
in the next set.

Jerry started things out by striking the string between Bianca and Gail’s tits, thus jerking 
the shit out of all three slaves. Mike and Bruce copied his movements. Mike’s target was 
Bianca’s left tit ring and the other two copied his stroke leaving three welts on her and making
the other two groan in pain as Bianca’s body jerked them. Then Bruce selected Angela’s left 
cunt ring and was copied by his friends.

Jerry aimed at Gail’s left nipple ring, Mike choose Bianca’s left ring and Bruce went for her 
right one as they rotated.

After twenty-seven successful rotations that had four tits and one pussy left in shreds, 
Mike broke the sting when he hit Bianca’s left tit for the sixteenth time and was eliminated 
from the competition. Five times after that Bruce finally broke the last string when he hit Gail’s
right tit.

The game over, they released the women and ordered them to their knees as each of 
them selected an ass to fuck as the final act of the night.

They had a final accounting, paid and left.

With plans of returning.

*

Closing the door behind their customers and setting aside the night’s profits, the guys 
went back to their slaves for their own sexual relief.

Flipping each one over onto her back, they all sank damn full, aching cocks up whipped 
pussies as their mouths paid painful attention to damaged tits, as hands roamed to whatever 
they could reach.

None of the women had any strength left to fight them in the least. None of them could 
even summons up a good scream, even with the added pain. They laid there totally 
submissive, totally open, totally spent. And came with every stroke of cock that came their 
way.

When finished, each man took a slave to the shower, cleaned her and himself, then 
crashed into bed for some much needed sleep.

*

Jerry, Mike and Bruce made a slightly less dramatic appearance the following week. But a 
week after that was what made Warren smile.

The appearance of their ad was raking in the responses for slaves for rent.

“Hey, I like this one. Listen to this,” Nick said to gain their attention. “Willing to pay twenty 
dollars a whip stroke to chained open pussy. Ten to tits.”

“Right! Does he give a number to call?”

“Sure does. Want me to call and make an appointment?”

“Hell, yes. Let’s get him on the schedule.”

“Here’s another one. Five hundred to pierce a clit and install a ring in it. Your option if it 
remains. When do you want to schedule that one, Warren?”

“I’ll tell you in a bit. But listen to this one. Two hundred to fist fuck a cunt. Five hundred if 
she’s hanging from tits alone at the same time.’ That’s a definite one to schedule.”

“Here’s a different one. Some gal wants to paddle ass as her cunt’s sucked to climax.”

“Hey, why not. Here’s a couple who want to whip ass and tits. They say they’re willing to 
pay ten a stroke.”

“This guy wants to shove in a metal dildo up a cunt and plug it into an outlet until the cunt
sizzles. Would that kill her?”

“I don’t know. Does he mention anything about a regulator to control the amount of 
current?”

“Mummm,” Vic paused to read farther, “yea. Think it’s okay if he has one?”

“Sure. If he’s not real sure we use it on Bianca first. Who gives a shit if she dies.”

“I do,” came from Nick and Vic at the same time. “Look, Warren, you have to lay off her 
some. Hell, she’s a gold mine for us. Hell, look at her.” And they did. All three of them turned 
to look at Bianca.

Bianca was again ringed and chained like she had been for her presentation to Jerry, Mike 
and Bruce the first time they visited. Rings in her tits and one in her cunt, with chains 
connecting them all together by the ring in her cunt.

There were a few differences, though.

Each previous ring had literally been pulled out of her and new ones installed. Along with 
well over a hundred whip strokes that covered her from neck to knees. Where the skin had 
been torn was now held together with staples and the combined cream of all three guys was 
still dripping out of her ass.

“Fine. We’ll keep her alive. But they still only have to pay half of what we charge for Angela
and Gail. I want that bitch to suffer. Forever.”

“Okay. So, what’s the schedule look like?”

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THE END
