Captive Wife In Chains
by J. T. Watson 


    FOREWORD 

    Who can judge a person's reactions during stress situations? The prisoner of 
    war who gives in to his captors' demands, the kidnaped heiress who joins 
    forces with her abductors-both must act without past experience to guide 
    them. The end result can be either a very negative or a positive experience. 

    In CAPTIVE WIFE IN CHAINS, Mona finds herself in just such a situation. Held 
    captive, then degraded and forced to perform what she considers perverse sex 
    acts, she nonetheless finds within herself hidden resources, a strength of 
    character she never realized she had. 

    Mona suffers through an unspeakably horrible experience, but she comes 
    through with her sensibilities intact, knowing she is more of a woman. 

    -The Publisher 


CHAPTER ONE 

    Mona Parker was not having a good time. This party was one of the most 
    boring business parties that she had ever attended. There was plenty of 
    alcohol and loud music, but Mona thought that these new business associates 
    of her husband's had a lot to be desired in the intelligence department. It 
    was hard to hold a logical conversation with any of them. 

    Not that any of the men wanted simply to talk to her. Mona was a tall, 
    slender redhead with a good build. She was proud of the way that she looked 
    and she wore a clinging green gown that showed off her curves. That didn't 
    mean that she wanted to fight off passes all night long. 

    Mona had received more propositions in a few minutes than she had gotten in 
    an entire lifetime and she was getting a little tired of it. 

    Mona wondered why Edward had ever gotten mixed up with lower-class people 
    like these. Her husband was a lawyer, and Mona was used to going to parties 
    where there were lawyers and politicians, not people who looked almost 
    criminal. Some of the girls at the party looked like they had just walked in 
    off the street. 

    Mona decided she'd had enough. She hadn't seen her husband in a while. He 
    had been drinking heavily a few moments before and now he had wandered off 
    somewhere. 

    She pushed her way through the crowd and into the kitchen. He wasn't there. 
    Neither was he near the bathrooms. She found her way into a dark hallway and 
    decided she might as well see where it led. She found a closed door at the 
    end of the hall and pushed it open without knocking. 

    A man was seated behind an oak desk. He was writing something and he looked 
    up when she came in. Her first thought was that he was one of the most 
    frightening men she'd ever seen. Not that he was ugly. He was a nice-looking 
    man. 

    But there was something about the way he looked at her that made her think 
    he could see right through her clothes. She had never felt so suddenly 
    scared of any man and it made her a little angry. 

    "Excuse me," she said. "I was looking for my husband." 

    "He's not here." 

    "I can see that," she said. "I'll just look somewhere else." 

    Mona stepped out in the hallway again and closed the door. For a moment, she 
    leaned against the door. She was aware that her heart was pounding rapidly 
    and her palms were sweaty. It was as if she had been in the room with a 
    dangerous animal. 

    It made her angry all over again. 

    She was going to really tell Edward off when she found him. He had no 
    business bringing her to this place. Mona wouldn't have admitted that she 
    was a snob, but down deep she knew she was. She didn't like associating with 
    those people that she didn't consider to be socially good people. 

    Mona was starting to burn as she went back to the party. She still couldn't 
    locate Edward. She walked in the other direction and found a stairway. There 
    were people standing around on the stairway, so it didn't seem wrong to go 
    upstairs. 

    Mona had assumed that there were bedrooms upstairs. She was wrong. There may 
    have been bedrooms, but there was also another bar. There were locked doors 
    all around. She tried one of the doors at the other end and it was locked 
    also. 

    She turned away. Where was her damned husband? She was getting angry enough 
    to leave without him. 

    Mona had started back down the stairs when her way was blocked suddenly by a 
    big, muscular young man. She remembered him. He had been introduced as Don 
    and he was supposed to be some sort of weight-lifter. He had made a pass at 
    her earlier. 

    "What's the matter, sugar?" he asked. 

    "I was looking for my husband," she answered. 

    "Are you sure you want to find him?" 

    "Of course I do," she said angrily. "I'm ready to go home. I want to know 
    where he is." 

    "I'll show you, baby." 

    "I'd appreciate that," she said. 

    Mona followed Don back up the steps. Don was the kind of young man she had 
    always hated in high school. He was a tough jock type and he had an arrogant 
    attitude. His kind always thought that they were God's gift to women. She 
    shuddered at the thought. 

    "I've already tried that door," Mona said. 

    "Yeah," he said. "You didn't have a key." 

    Don took a key out of his pocket, then unlocked the door. At least he was 
    being a gentleman. He pushed the door open and let her go in first. It was 
    dark inside. She stopped, but Don put a hand in the small of her back and 
    pushed her into the room. The door shut heavily and the lights came on. 

    She was in a room that was surrounded completely in curtains. The floor had 
    soft red carpet that her feet sank down in. There was no furniture at all. 

    "What the hell is going on?" Mona asked. She turned to face Don. He was 
    grinning lewdly. She could feel her heart starting to hammer quickly and, 
    for the second time that night, she felt afraid. 

    "Where is my husband?" she asked. 

    "I promised you that you could see him," Don said. "I always keep my 
    promises. Go over there. You'll find a switch on the wall. Flip it." 

    "I don't understand." 

    "Go do it and you'll find your husband." 

    Mona still didn't know what he meant, but she did as he wanted. She found 
    the switch and flipped it up. Immediately the curtains started moving back. 
    In a few moments, she realized that she was in a completely glassed-in room. 

    "It's one-way glass," Don said. "You can see everybody else, but they can't 
    see you." 

    Mona stood still in shocked disbelief. She had found her husband. There was 
    a big bed in the next room. Her husband was sitting on the bed in only his 
    shorts. 

    A blonde girl came through the door. She had been one of the younger girls 
    from downstairs. Mona had thought that she might have been someone's 
    daughter or something because she looked too young for the party. 

    The blonde came over and she sat down on her husband's lap. The blonde was 
    fully dressed, but there was nothing innocent about the way she was 
    squirming her tight little ass against Mona's husband. 

    "I can't believe this," Mona moaned. 

    Mona turned her head and she realized that Don had slipped out of the room. 
    She was alone. And somehow she knew that the door was locked. She was 
    captured in this room, where all she could do was stand and watch her 
    husband. 

    Suddenly there was the sound of breathing in the room and it wasn't her own. 
    Mona realized that she could also hear their breathing and she would hear 
    their words. 

    "Damn," Don was saying. "This is crazy. I never expected anything like this 
    to happen to me tonight. If my wife ever finds out about this...." 

    "Doesn't your wife let you have any fun?" the blonde asked. 

    "She will if it's in the dark and under the covers." 

    "Damn," the young girl said. "I didn't think anybody lived like that." 

    Mona didn't like her husband spreading the word about their love life. She 
    couldn't help it if she was shy, and she enjoyed sex well enough. She didn't 
    like to behave like an animal as her husband and the little blonde were 
    doing. 

    The blonde kissed Mona's husband. She "-ibbed both sides of his head and 
    kissed him u long and lovingly. At the same time, she was rubbing her ass 
    against him. Edward gasped as the blonde moved off his lap. 

    "Do you think I'm pretty?" the blonde asked. 

    "Oh, hell yes." 

    The young blonde smiled as she went over to a radio. She turned on some wild 
    music, then began to move her body in rhythm to it. Mona had seen dancing 
    before, but not like this. The blonde seemed to shake every part of her body 
    at once. Edward was certainly enjoying it. He was grinning and rubbing his 
    hard cock. 

    The blonde reached behind her back and she undid the strings that held her 
    top together. She moved closer to Edward and shook the top loose from her 
    small creamy tits. 

    "Hot damn," Edward said. 

    The blonde snuggled down in Edward's lap again. This time she rubbed her 
    tits all over Edward's naked chest. Edward wrapped his arms around her and 
    he pulled her tightly against him. His hands moved up and down her back as 
    he kissed her mouth. 

    Mona was shaking with anger. She had never seen anything like this in her 
    entire life. She would have walked out if it had been anybody but her 
    husband. But, somehow, she couldn't leave. She had to stay and see 
    everything that happened. 

    "Let's lay down on the bed, baby," Edward groaned. 

    "What's the matter, sugar?" the blonde said. "Have you got some kind of 
    problem?" 

    The blonde slipped her hand down and squealed with delighted pleasure when 
    she squeezed his hard cock. She quickly moved off his lap, and they both 
    crawled up on the bed. Edward stretched out on his back, and the blonde got 
    on top of him. 

    "Ummm," the blonde said. "You do have a problem. You feel so hard. Your wife 
    hasn't been giving it to you often enough or you wouldn't be so hard!" 

    "Tania, baby," Edward groaned. "Squeeze my cock some more. You make me feel 
    hot all over when you do that." 

    Tania rolled off him and pressed her young body against his side. Her 
    fingers started at his chest, then moved down to the waistband of his 
    shorts. She licked her lips as she slid her hand underneath his shorts and 
    over his cock. 

    "That feels so big!" she gasped. "I bet it's going to drive me crazy, 
    putting that big prick in my pussy!" 

    Mona's ears burned. How could the young girl use language like that? How 
    could she act so depraved? Mona knew that people acted like that, but it was 
    a shock to see it actually happening. It was also a shock to see the effect 
    that the young blonde was having on her usually quiet husband. 

    Edward was groaning with pleasure as Tania's long fingers stroked his cock. 
    Mona couldn't see very much about what she was doing. All she could see was 
    Tania's hand moving up and down beneath the tight jockey shorts. 

    Tania took her hand out of his shorts. She leaned closer and rubbed one of 
    her small tits against him. She was rubbing her tit down his chest to his 
    lap, then back up again. Finally she moved up to where she could put her 
    nipple against Edward's open mouth. 

    Edward hungrily sucked her hard nipple into his mouth. He sucked almost all 
    of her tit into his mouth, then began chewing on it like a dog chewing on a 
    bone. 

    "Oh, yes," Tania moaned. "That's nice." 

    There was a look of intense pleasure on Tania's face as she grabbed the side 
    of Edward's head, pulling at him. Edward started making sucking sounds. 

    Mona didn't know why, but the sound of her husband's sucking on the young 
    girl's tit sent a shiver through her body. She also felt a little flushed. 
    She licked her lips. 

    "Oh, yes, baby," Tania said. "Suck my tit. Bite me. Make it feel so good!" 

    Edward sucked harder as Tania's hand moved down his chest once more. She 
    slid her hand inside his shorts, and her fingers started stroking his cock 
    again. Edward's hips were bucking as he grew more and more excited. 

    Tania took her hand away, but this time she tugged at his shorts. Quickly, 
    Edward lifted up and let her slide his shorts down his legs. He kicked them 
    off as her hand come back to his swollen prick. 

    "Let me look at it," Tania moaned. "It feels so big that I have to look at 
    it!" 

    Tania moved down his body. Her hair fell around his chest as she put her 
    head close to Edward's cock. Mona was really shocked now. She had never 
    touched Edward's cock that much and she had never gotten that close to it. 

    Tania's face was inches away from his cock. Her pink tongue shot out and 
    licked at his swollen cockhead. Edward's body trembled all over. Tania's 
    fingers closed around the base of his prick as her tongue shot out to lick 
    his pink cockflesh again. 

    "You're making me feel so good," he groaned. "I don't think I've ever felt 
    so hot!" 

    Tania had her skirt on, but she made short work of that. She lifted up, 
    unzipped her skirt and slipped it down her legs. She wasn't wearing any 
    panties. Edward's hands went immediately between her creamy thighs. Mona 
    could see his fingers working into her cunt. Tania seemed to go crazy. She 
    was squirming all over the bed. She started pushing her cunt against his 
    fingers. 

    "Finger-fuck me like that," Tania moaned. "Oh, yes, that does feel so 
    fucking good!" 

    Edward kept his fingers moving in and out of her pussy. His face moved 
    closer to her tits. Again, he pushed a rubbery looking nipple into his 
    sucking mouth. Tania gasped as her body responded to the licking and 
    finger-fucking she was getting. 

    "Do me good," Tania moaned. "You make me feel so fucking good. You're making 
    my pussy feel hotter than hell." 

    Tania moved away from him again. Edward was trying to get over on top of 
    her, but the young blonde had other ideas. She pushed Edward onto his back, 
    then moved on top of him. She sat across his thighs and reached between 
    them. Her small fingers circled his big cock. 

    "I'm going to fuck you this time," Tania told him. "I'm going to make you 
    crazy!" 

    Tania raised up. Her fingers guided his swollen cockhead to her pussy 
    entrance. She started slowly lowering herself until his prick-head slid 
    inside her cunt. She moved around in a circle until Edward pushed up with 
    frustration. 

    "You want my pussy bad, baby?" she asked. 

    "Oh, damn, you know I do," he groaned. "You fucking know I do!" 

    Tania settled down on his cock. She took it deeply inside her pussy and gave 
    a cry of pleasure. She sat still for a moment, then started bouncing up and 
    down. 

    "Your pussy feels good, so fucking good," Edward groaned. 

    Edward slid his hands up her body and he grabbed her tits. He squeezed them 
    hard and his hips started bucking up off the bed. His face was flushed and 
    sweating and he kept licking his lower lip. He kept trying to fuck faster. 

    "You are excited," Tania said. "Slow down a little. It's better if you're 
    slower." 

    "I can't help it, baby," he answered. "I can't. It's been so long since I've 
    had a pussy like yours. Oh, shit, I'm hot!" 

    Tania sighed and started bouncing faster. She turned her head toward the 
    glass, and Mona almost jumped back. It was almost as if Tania could see that 
    she was standing there. Tania smiled and licked her lips. She pushed her 
    tits and cunt toward Mona as if she was trying to tempt her. 

    Mona felt sick but she couldn't take her eyes away. 

    Edward took control. He was like a bull in heat as he rolled Tania over onto 
    her back and started fucking her cunt like he'd never had a piece of ass. 

    "You sweet bastard," Tania groaned. "Give it to me like that. I love your 
    big cock!" 

    "Oh, shit, baby," Edward groaned. "I'm too excited. I can't wait. I can't 
    fucking wait. I'm going to come. I'm going to fucking come. Oh, shiiiit!" 

    "Not yet, you bastard," she groaned. 

    But he was past the point of no return. Edward was coming. His entire body 
    was shuddering as he drove his prick deep into Tania's pussy. Mona could 
    almost feel the spurts of his jism inside herself. She had felt it often 
    enough. 

    "I'm sorry, baby," Edward finally said. "I'm fucking sorry. I just couldn't 
    wait." 

    Tania was not angry as Mona thought she would be. Instead, there was a 
    strange look in her eyes as she stroked Edward's head. 

    "That's all right, honey," Tania said. "I'm going to get mine. You'd better 
    believe it. The night's still young." 

     CHAPTER TWO 

    Mona had seen enough. She was furious as she walked to the door. She was 
    going to pound on it if it wouldn't open, but she had no trouble. The party 
    still looked the same. It didn't look like anyone had any idea what was 
    going on. 

    Mona didn't see Don around and she was glad of that. She was in no mood to 
    fend off another pass. She got downstairs and found her shawl. Don was 
    standing near the door as she started to leave. 

    "You're not leaving already?" Don asked. 

    "I am," she said. "You can tell my husband exactly the reason I'm leaving. 
    Tell him I'm taking the car." 

    "That'll make things hard on him." 

    "I don't give a damn about him right now," she said. "Maybe his girlfriend 
    can take him home." 

    It was cool outside. Mona was still furious as she walked to her car, and 
    the cool air didn't help her mood. She fumbled with her keys for a few 
    moments, but finally got the car door open. She was trying not to cry. Mona 
    didn't want to give her husband that kind of satisfaction. But she could 
    already feel the tears stinging her eyes. 

    "Damn him," she said. "Damn him to hell!" 

    Mona was getting into the car when she saw the shadowy figures walking 
    toward her. It took her a few moments before she recognized Don. She didn't 
    know the man with him. 

    She tried to shut and lock the door quickly, but she wasn't quick enough. 
    Don grabbed the car door, practically jerking it from her fingers. 

    "Would you quit trying to follow me home?" Mona asked. "I'm tired of you. 
    Just leave me alone." 

    "And I'm tired of you, bitch," Don said. 

    Her mouth dropped open in shock. Nobody had ever talked to her that way 
    before. Don reached in and he put a muscular hand on her shoulder, then 
    started pulling her from the car. 

    Mona didn't know what was happening, but she knew she didn't like it. She 
    wasn't getting out of that car without a fight. She clawed at his hand with 
    her fingernails and drew blood. He yelled in pain and jerked his hand back. 

    "Stupid bitch!" he yelled. 

    Don's hand caught her by the throat. He squeezed until Mona was gasping for 
    breath. She tried to claw his hand again. He brought his other hand around 
    in a savage blow that nearly knocked the top of her head off. 

    Jerking her from the car, he got her outside, and she tried kicking him. He 
    stepped back and let her fall. She scraped her knees and ruined her 
    stockings as she hit the ground. For the first time the other man moved. 

    He moved as quickly as a striking snake and he looked like one. He was tall 
    and skinny and there was an ugly scar across his cheek. He grabbed both her 
    arms, pulling them behind her. 

    "Let me go, damn you!" she cried. "Let me go. You can't do this to me." 

    "We are doing this, bitch," Don said. 

    Mona got her hand free and she slapped at the man who held her. She managed 
    to bring her high-heeled shoe down against his shin, and he yelled and let 
    go of her. Immediately, she turned to Don. Don had his fist balled up and he 
    punched her in the stomach. The other man grabbed her arms again as she bent 
    over. Mona grew frantic as she realized that her hands were being roughly 
    tied together. 

    "Don't do that," she moaned. "Don't do that, damn you." 

    All of her life, she had nursed a fear of being tied up and helpless. Don 
    had stepped back and he was rubbing his scratched hand. Mona could see 
    blood. She realized that it was no use fighting anymore with her hands tied 
    so tightly behind her. 

    "All right," she said. "What are you going to do to me?" 

    "You don't talk so tough now, do you, bitch?" Don said. "What's the matter. 
    Are you getting a little scared?" 

    "I could never be scared of a poor excuse for a man like you," Mona told 
    him. 

    It was a mistake, but she didn't know how much of a mistake until his face 
    turned an angry red. He brought his open hand around in a savage swipe. The 
    sound of his hand against her face was as loud as a gunshot. The blow 
    stunned her, and he gave her no time to recover from it. He brought his 
    other hand up into her stomach in another stunning blow. 

    Mona was leaning back against the car, gasping for breath. She hoped someone 
    would come along, but she had the feeling that this had been planned well. 
    For a moment, she was angry as hell as she thought that her husband was 
    probably still comfortably fucking the silly little blonde. 

    "Damn you," she whispered. "That hurt." 

    "I may hurt you a lot before the night is over, cunt," Don said. 

    Don grabbed her by her hair before she could do anything to stop him. He 
    flipped her around, then slammed her head down against the fender of her 
    car. For a moment, she thought she was going to be knocked out. She was 
    dizzy and her mouth had been cut. She could taste her own blood. 

    "Damn it, Don, take it a little easy," the other man said. "The boss doesn't 
    want her marked up." 

    "Shut up, Richie," Don said. "The boss lets me do what I want most of the 
    time. He says use my own judgement and my judgement says this hot-tempered 
    little bitch needs a lesson." 

    Mona was still feeling dizzy and she could hardly understand his words. She 
    understood when he put his hand on the back of her neck. His muscular 
    fingers held her cheek pinned to the car and she couldn't move her head. 

    "You're a good-looking bitch," Don said. "I've got a hard-on for you that 
    won't quit. I'm going to have to sample the merchandise, baby!" 

    "No," she whispered. "Please don't. Not like this. Please don't do anything 
    to me." 

    He only laughed at her. His big hand was stroking her back all the way down 
    to her ass-cheeks. Mona trembled. She tried to move away but his big hand 
    held her firmly. 

    "Don't you try to get away from me, baby," he said. "There's no sense in it. 
    I'm going to have all the fun I want." 

    His hand stroked her asscheeks and the backs of her thighs. Mona had never 
    been treated like this. She shivered and fought back the tears. 

    His hand went down to the bottom of her dress. He gripped the hem and 
    started pulling it up her back. The front of the car was suddenly cold 
    against her legs. Her stockings were torn up and she felt the cold metal 
    against her skin as her dress was bunched up above her knees. 

    Mona struggled frantically again as the cold air touched the backs of her 
    thighs. She almost managed to escape his hand, but it was only for a second. 
    Then he gripped her hair and slammed her face down hard again. Again, she 
    was dizzy for a moment. She took her breath in great sobs. He clamped his 
    hand on the back of her neck once more. His other hand began exploring 
    underneath her skirt. His fingers touched her thighs, and it made her feel 
    filthy. 

    "Please," she begged him. It sickened her to beg this man, but she had no 
    choice. "Don't do this to me. I have money. I can pay you. Please don't, 
    please!" 

    "I don't want your fucking money, cunt," he said. "I just want some of that 
    good pussy!" 

    Her dress was jerked up to her waist. Don stepped back but not far enough to 
    let her go. She felt his hot eyes exploring every inch of her thighs and 
    rounded asscheeks. She felt so dirty. It was a big nightmare. It couldn't be 
    happening to her, but it was. 

    "Nice-looking ass," he said. "A beautiful big ass. I like a woman with a 
    nice, shapely ass. No fat on you, baby. You're going to be a good fuck!" 

    He slapped her ass, and she squealed. He liked the sound of it, evidently, 
    because he slapped her three more times. Each time, the sound was torn out 
    of her throat even though she fought it. The air was cold and her ass was 
    cold. His hot hand seemed to send fire through her ass. 

    "Maybe you'd like something different, baby?" Don asked. "Maybe you'd like 
    to blow my cock instead?" 

    "You animal!" she screamed. 

    "I didn't think so. But that's all right, baby. We've got plenty of time. I 
    can teach you that." 

    He slapped her ass a few more times, laughing all the time. Her ass kept 
    burning. Mona had always thought of herself as a soft and delicate type, and 
    she knew his big hand was bruising her tender flesh. 

    "Move your ass, baby," he told her. "Richie wants to see you moving it from 
    side to side. Move it for us!" 

    Mona hated to obey his command but she was hurting so badly. She started 
    swaying her ass slowly from side to side, sick with humiliation. 

    "Move it faster, bitch," he told her. "I want to see you shake that fucking 
    ass. Move it for me like you're dancing to music!" 

    Mona felt shamefully like some kind of whore as she shook her ass for him. 
    His hand stopped slapping her and he started caressing her ass with gentle 
    fingers. It was quite a difference from the slapping and the sensation was 
    new to her. She had enjoyed sex with her husband, but it had been nothing 
    world-shaking. But the difference between his hand beating her and his hand 
    caressing her was shocking. It sent shivers of pleasure through her body. 
    She couldn't understand why, but she quickly concentrated on how much she 
    hated him and the pleasure stopped. 

    Mona tried to raise her head up again. He taught her a lesson for the third 
    time as he slammed her face against the car hood. This time, she knew, was 
    the last time. She wasn't going to try raising her head anymore. It hurt. 

    Don reached underneath her body with both hands, and he cupped her tits. His 
    rough hands squeezed so hard that she was gasping for breath. Her nipples 
    were hard and pointy, and his searching fingers found them quickly, brushing 
    her nipples back and forth between his fingers. 

    His hands massaged her like she was an animal without any feeling. When he 
    pressed his body against hers, she could feel how hard his cock was. She 
    gasped as the long line of his cock pressed against her panties. His prick 
    was still in his trousers, but the heat seemed to melt through both their 
    clothes. 

    "Move your ass against me, bitch," he said. "Rub that hot little ass against 
    my cock or I'll squeeze your tits off!" 

    Don gripped her tits harder. There was nothing she could do but rub her ass 
    against his swollen cock. She could feel his prick getting even harder as 
    she rubbed against him. There was a savage tense feeling to his body as he 
    pressed his cock harder against her. 

    "You feel that, bitch?" he asked, "Answer me, bitch. Answer me when I talk 
    to you." 

    "I feel it," she said nervously. 

    "I'm going to fuck you with it, bitch," he told her. "I'm going to show you 
    that you're nothing but a hot hole to fuck. I'm going to wear your ass out!" 

    He rubbed his hands back along her waist and down to her asscheeks. His 
    hands stroked the backs of her thighs, then slipped inside her panties to 
    touch her bare asscheeks. For a moment, his hands stopped moving. Then he 
    began squeezing her asscheeks as he had been squeezing her tits. 

    One of his fingers moved into the crack of her ass, and he began playing 
    with her tiny asshole. She shivered and tried to pull away. But she 
    remembered the speed of his hand and how badly he could hurt her. 

    "That's right, baby," he told her. "Just stay still. Just stay still while I 
    play with you!" 

    His finger moved down from the crack of her ass and found her pussy hole. He 
    slid it inside her gently. Mona was surprised at that. She had expected his 
    hand to be rough. She could have stood it better if it had been rough. 
    Instead, his finger was like a slow hot flame burning her pussy. 

    "Nice tight pussy, baby," he told her. "It just hasn't been used enough. 
    We're going to take care of that!" 

    Another finger slid into her pussy. Don stopped being gentle. He stabbed his 
    fingers in and out quickly, roughly pushing against the inner walls of her 
    cunt. The edges of his fingers savagely rubbed her clit. 

    Mona told herself that it was sick, that she couldn't get excited over what 
    was happening to her. Yet there was a strange tingle behind her thighs and 
    her pussy was getting wet. 

    "Damn you!" she shouted. "Why don't you just do it and get it over with?" 

    "What's the matter, baby?" he asked. "Are you afraid you're going to get 
    excited?" 

    Perhaps that was exactly what she was afraid of. Mona didn't have to worry 
    about him playing much longer, though. She was sure that she could sense the 
    hunger in his body. He was like a time bomb ready to go off at any moment. 

    Don took his hands out of her panties. Now he gripped her panties and the 
    shredded remains of her stockings and started pulling them down. He pulled 
    down her panties to her knees, then stopped. 

    "I kind of like it this way, baby," he told her. "There's something kind of 
    nice about a bitch with her panties down around her knees." 

    "Will you get this over with?" Richie said. "Somebody's going to be coming 
    along." 

    Don was obviously not worried about anyone coming along. He wasn't acting 
    rushed as he pulled down his zipper. Slipping his hand inside, he pulled out 
    his cock. He bent closer to her and let his cockhead rub against the backs 
    of her thighs. 

    Mona was glad that she didn't have to look at it. She'd never seen any man's 
    cock but her husbands and now she was not ever going to see that one again 
    if she could help it. 

    Feeling Don's cock was bad enough. He kept rubbing it up against her thighs. 
    He was making her feel sticky. She already felt dirty all over. 

    "Now you're going to get it, bitch," Don said. "Now I'm going to give you 
    what I've been waiting to give you all evening long!" 

    Don changed his position. His cockhead brushed against the entrance to her 
    pussy. She begged him not to stick it in, but her pleas fell on deaf ears. 
    At the last moment, he put his hand back at her neck. 

    "I don't want you moving around, baby," he said. 

    Don jabbed up a little. His cockhead popped easily into her cunt from 
    behind. Mona gasped. She had never known any man's cock but her husband's 
    and she had never been fucked from behind. It was like being an animal. 

    "Are you ready for it, baby?" he asked. "Are you ready for my fucking 
    prick?" 

    "Just get it over with!" she screamed. He jabbed his swollen cock into her 
    with one brutal thrust. Her pussy had never felt so torn apart with cock. 
    She was stuffed all the way into her belly. He didn't move for a moment, as 
    if he couldn't believe how good her pussy felt. 

    "You sweet fucking bitch," he groaned. "Your fucking pussy is great. You are 
    one sweet piece of ass!" 

    He started fucking her slowly and his huge cockhead seemed to split her in 
    two. He slid his hand around and started squeezing her tit again. 

    "Great fucking pussy," he groaned. "So fucking good!" 

    Don squeezed her tit as he pounded her even harder. He was fucking her as 
    hard as he could. His heavy balls slapped her with every stroke. She had 
    never been fucked this brutally by her husband. Don was treating her like a 
    slut. 

    "You fucking cunt," he groaned. "Oh, shit, you cunt. Your cunt feels so 
    fucking good. Oh, fucking shit. Oh, fucking shit, I'm coming! Fuuuuucking 
    shit!" 

    His prick went into her cunt deeper. His hot cockhead jerked inside her, 
    then started spurting hot cum into her pussy. He spurted twice, then seemed 
    to dribble more of his thick cum into her pussy. Her pussy was filled with 
    cum. It dripped out of her cunt and wet the backs of her thighs. 

    "Fucking good pussy," he groaned. "But you don't know how to use it yet. 
    You'll learn, though. You'll learn." 

    She didn't like the sound of that. 

     CHAPTER THREE 

    Mona's hands were still firmly tied behind her back as she was pushed ahead 
    of the two men. She was directed back into the house, but not through the 
    same door she had come out of. 

    "Where are you taking me?" Mona asked. 

    "Shut up, bitch," Don said. "You'll find out soon enough." 

    The side door led into a quiet hallway. Mona was pushed again and she 
    started walking up the hallway. Her heart was pounding fast again. She had 
    hoped that Don would release her after he had finished with her, but Don had 
    other plans. 

    "Stop right there," Don said. 

    She was in front of a door. Don knocked and a man's voice answered from 
    inside. Don opened the door, then he pushed Mona ahead of him into the room. 

    She was half expecting this. It was the man she had met earlier. He was 
    still seated behind the desk. This time, he was not alone. There was a young 
    pretty blonde standing beside his desk. It took Mona a few moments before 
    her eyes adjusted to the light and she recognized the blonde. It was the 
    same young girl who had been fucking her husband earlier. Tania. 

    "Hello, Mona," Tania said. "I thought you'd be dropping in on us again." 

    "Why have you done this to me?" Mona asked. "Why have you kidnapped me?" 

    "Because we like you, Mona," the man behind the desk said. "I'm Paul Dubois. 
    You're going to be staying with us for a while and you might as well relax." 

    "I'm not staying with you," Mona said. 

    She noticed him nod to Don. Suddenly there was a smashing pain in her back 
    and she went down on her knees. It was the second time that evening that 
    she'd been on her knees. Her back felt as if he had broken it. 

    Mona tried to get up, but Don clamped his hand on the back of her neck. He 
    brought his balled-up fist into her back again, and she screamed with pain 
    and terror. 

    "You can scream all you want to, Mona," Paul said. "This room is completely 
    soundproof, as are most of the rooms in my house. Nobody will hear you, and 
    Don enjoys making women scream." 

    Don released her and, this time, she didn't try to rise. All she could do 
    was sob quietly. It seemed like all her will to resist had been drained out 
    of her. 

    "Did she give you any trouble outside?" Paul asked. 

    "No trouble," Don answered. "She fought a little. She was a little pissed 
    off at her husband." 

    "She shouldn't have been," Tania said. "He was a lousy fuck. Really lousy." 

    There was something evil about Tania. Mona didn't know what it was, but it 
    seemed like the young girl was a lot older than her years. She walked over 
    to Mona and put her hand in Mona's hair. She wrapped some of her fingers 
    around the brunette's hair and lifted her head up. 

    "You should have taught your husband better, baby," Tania said. "You should 
    have taught him how to fuck. Then he wouldn't have left me so unsatisfied." 

    Mona watched with horror as Tania slid her other hand down Mona's face, then 
    into the front of her gown. Tania's hand felt so strange against her tit. 
    She didn't move away as Tania's fingers caressed her gently. 

    Mona had just watched her husband fuck and had been brutally fucked, 
    herself. She would not have been human if she hadn't felt something. She 
    didn't like it, but her nipple started to get hard, poking the front of her 
    gown. Tania was smiling as she captured the brunette's nipple between her 
    fingers and squeezed it. 

    "You've got really nice tits," Tania said. "Of course, that's why Paul had 
    you kidnapped. He likes a woman with nice tits." 

    "Are you still hot, Tania?" Paul asked. 

    "Of course I am. That bastard left me feeling hotter than hell." 

    "Then you can have her. I would enjoy seeing that. She's been acting like 
    such a snobbish bitch. I wonder how she's going to act with your cunt in her 
    face." 

    "Oh, no," Mona said. 

    Mona was looking around in horror. She couldn't believe that they actually 
    intended to do this to her. Two women together had always seemed to be the 
    sickest thing she had ever heard. 

    "Let me go, please," she said. "Oh, damn, you can't mean to do this to me." 

    "It's not going to be so bad, honey," Tania said. "You might even learn to 
    enjoy it." 

    "Get away from me!" Mona yelled. 

    Mona tried scrambling across the floor. She had forgotten her fear of Don in 
    her attempt to get away from Tania. Mona couldn't go far on her knees with 
    her hands tied behind her. Don stepped away and she wondered why. She found 
    out quickly. Don didn't have to go after her. She had been given to Tania. 

    "Don't run away from me, bitch!" Tania yelled. 

    Tania caught her in a couple of steps. Reaching down, she grabbed Mona by 
    the hair, practically ripping Mona's hair out. Mona ended up on her back. 

    "Would you like to see the bitch's tits?" Tania asked. "I bet she's never 
    showed them to anybody but her husband." 

    "No," Mona whispered. 

    But there was no stopping Tania. She had a funny look in her eyes as she 
    slid her hand down the front of Mona's gown. Her gentle hand cupped Mona's 
    tit. Tania licked at her full lips, her eyes fiery with excitement. 

    "She's got a big pair," Tania said. "They're real. She's got a nice pair of 
    tits." 

    Tania proved it to the rest of them. She slowly lifted out one of Mona's 
    grapefruit-sized tits, then held it out for everyone to see. Mona struggled 
    to get away, but Tania's other hand was like steel and she held Mona's head 
    easily. 

    "Fantastic," Don groaned. "Take them both out. Let's see what the bitch has 
    to offer." 

    Tania didn't waste any time as she pulled Mona's gown down to her waist. 
    Both of Mona's creamy tits had popped free. Mona could feel four pair of 
    eyes caressing her tit-flesh. 

    "Why are you doing this to me?" Mona cried. There were tears in her eyes. 
    She had never been so frightened and so sick about what was happening to 
    her. She wanted to escape from these animals, especially from the cruel 
    blonde. 

    "What's the matter, you cunt?" Tania asked. "Are you afraid to show off your 
    tits? Are you ashamed of them? I'm not. Let me show you." 

    Tania reached behind her back and she unhooked her top, pulling it off of 
    her with one motion. Her smaller tits were standing firm and swollen. Her 
    titflesh was a bright pink from her exertions and her rubbery looking 
    nipples were already standing rigid. They were like ripe peaches ready to be 
    plucked. 

    Mona turned her eyes away and blushed a bright red. She did not want to look 
    at Tania's tits anymore. It made her feel uncomfortable. 

    "Look at them, cunt," Tania said. "You've seen my tits before. You watched 
    your lousy fucking husband sucking on them. Now look at them, you bitch!" 

    She wondered why Tania was being so cruel to her. She had her head jerked 
    back to face Tania again. Tania had moved closer so that her tits were 
    swinging in front of Mona's face. Mona could smell a musky odor about her 
    body. 

    "Look at my tits," Tania said. "They're not as big or as pretty as yours. 
    But I know how to use them. I know how to give them to a man when he wants 
    to suck on them." 

    "You're nothing but a whore," Mona groaned. 

    "We're all whores, bitch," Tania said. "Every woman's a whore who has a hole 
    between her legs, and you've got a hole." 

    Mona was really shocked by what Tania did next. She couldn't move her face 
    away quickly enough as Tania stepped up and rubbed her creamy tit against 
    the brunette's face. Mona thought she was going to be sick. 

    When Mona jerked her head back, it hurt like hell. She wasn't going to get 
    away that easily. Tania followed her and started rubbing her tit against 
    Mona's face. Tania pushed hard, and Mona ended up on her back. Tania 
    straddled her neck and stretched out on top of Mona. Mona kept struggling, 
    but the young girl was really strong. She had Mona pinned to the floor. 

    Tania's face was inches from Mona's as she started wiggling her body. It was 
    a really strange sensation to have another young woman rubbing her tits 
    against her own. The friction was enough to make her nipples seem to itch. 

    "What's the matter?" Tania asked. "Is it getting to you?" 

    "You're sick," Mona groaned. 

    "I'm going to show you just how sick I am," Tania said. 

    When the blonde kissed her mouth, Mona thought she was going to throw up. 
    She twisted her head from side to side as Tania kissed her again. She 
    couldn't seem to escape those hungry lips. Tania became frustrated as Mona 
    kept trying to move her head. 

    "Stop it, bitch," Tania moaned. 

    Grabbing both sides of Mona's head, she slammed her head backwards. She held 
    on tightly as she kissed Mona full on the lips again. Her mouth tasted 
    salty. She kissed quickly and her tongue darted at Mona's lips. 

    "There, that wasn't so bad, was it, sugar?" Tania said. "I bet you could get 
    to like it if you tried." 

    Tania kissed her again. This time, the kiss was longer. Mona couldn't escape 
    from it. Tania's small lips seemed to be sucking at her body. When she 
    finally relaxed and opened her mouth, Tania's quick little tongue darted 
    into her mouth. She tasted the salt on Tania's tongue and felt Tania's 
    rubbery tongue going deep into her throat. Tania stopped kissing. Now her 
    tongue started brushing up and down Mona's face. It was like being kissed by 
    a slobbery dog. 

    "Please stop," Mona groaned. 

    She knew that Tania was not going to stop. There was a tenseness in Tania's 
    body. It was like being covered by a man. Tania wanted Mona's body and there 
    was nothing Mona could do to stop her. 

    What made her even sicker was the thought of the men standing there 
    watching, playing with their cocks. 

    "Now you're going to kiss my titty," Tania said. "Don't you want to do that? 
    Don't you want to kiss my titty?" 

    "No," Mona answered her. 

    Tania still wasn't giving her a choice. She moved up until one rubbery 
    nipple rubbed against Mona's lips. Mona tried moving her head from side to 
    side again. 

    "I thought you knew better than that, bitch," Tania said. 

    The blonde smashed her head backwards again. This time, Mona didn't try to 
    move her head as Tania pushed her rubbery nipple back against Mona's hot 
    mouth. 

    "Now suck it, bitch," Tania said. "Show me how much you enjoy sucking a 
    titty. You know you want it!" 

    Mona didn't want it but she opened her mouth just the same. Immediately her 
    mouth was filled with the taste of Tania's perfumed titflesh. Tania kept 
    pushing until almost all her tit was inside Mona's hot mouth. 

    "Now suck on it, baby," Tania said. "Suck on it good!" 

    Mona could see the mens' faces. They were all looking hotter than hell and 
    ready for action. This little show was getting them worked up. She was 
    trembling as she began sucking Tania's tit. She hadn't wanted to make any 
    noise, but it happened anyway. The sound of her sucking was as loud as 
    gunshots in the little room. 

    "There, baby," Tania said. "You can do it, baby. See how much you enjoy 
    sucking my titty?" 

    Tania lifted one tit out of her mouth and pushed the other one against 
    Mona's lips. Mona had started thinking that it wasn't so bad. She could 
    stand it if she had to. She didn't like the way that Tania was responding. 
    Tania's body was trembling all over and she was pushing more of her tit into 
    Mona's mouth. 

    "Bite me a little," Tania moaned. "Oh, yes, I like that. Bite my titties 
    like that." 

    Mona almost took a bite of Tania's tit but somehow she restrained herself. 
    Instead, she let her teeth gently nip at the woman's titflesh, using her 
    tongue a little more. She was ashamed of herself but she wanted to get it 
    over with. She still had very little idea of what else Tania was going to 
    want. 

    "You're sucking nice now, baby," Tania said. "Now you be nice to Tania and 
    Tania won't hurt you bad." 

    Tania pushed a little harder. Mona's mouth had covered all of Tania's firm 
    tit, and it seemed to throb inside her mouth. She let her teeth nip a little 
    harder, and Tania seemed to enjoy that. 

    "You sweet bitch," Tania groaned. "Oh, shit, now you're doing it so good!" 

    Tania allowed her to suck a few moments longer, then she pulled her tit out 
    Of Mona's mouth and moved off of her. There was still a hungry look on 
    Tania's face that made Mona shiver. 

    "I bet you've never sucked your husband's cock, have you?" Tania asked. 

    "No," Mona answered. 

    "You're going to get to suck it this time by proxy," Tania said. 

    Mona heard the men laugh but she still didn't understand. Tania was still 
    looking down at her as she unzipped her skirt, letting it slide down her 
    tanned legs. She wasn't wearing panties. Her blonde cunt bush seemed even 
    thicker than when Mona had seen it before. 

    "His cum is still in my pussy," Tania said. "You're going to suck it all out 
    of my pussy!" 

    "Oh, no," Mona said. 

    Mona was horrified and determined that she would not have to suffer that. 
    She wasn't quick enough. Tania had straddled her body again. The blonde's 
    eyes were alight with fire. She grabbed Mona's head and slammed her body 
    back down. She slammed her hands against the side of Mona's head and made 
    the brunette dizzy enough to stop her from moving for a few moments. 

    "Now, honey," Tania said. "You're going to eat my pussy, or I'm going to 
    smother you." 

    Tania lifted up and Mona could smell the musky scent of her pussy. She 
    screamed for Tania to stop but nothing would stop her now. Tania settled 
    down on Mona's face, covering her face with her blonde-fuzzed pussy, and 
    Mona knew she was going to be sick. 

    "Lick me," Tania moaned. "Lick and suck my pussy. Tongue me, bitch. Right 
    now." 

    Tania ground her cunt down over Mona's face, and the brunette couldn't 
    escape from it. 

    There was nothing she could do. She knew she had to do something to get it 
    over with. 

    Mona slowly slipped her tongue up between Tania's pussylips. Tania moaned 
    and tried to grind her pussy down against Mona's face a little harder. Mona 
    was tasting juices. She pushed her tongue deeper and tasted more than juice. 
    It took her a moment to realize that she was tasting her own husband's cum. 

    "Lick me good!" Tania gasped. "That's good, baby. Lick my pussy good. That's 
    what I fucking like. Lick it, baby!" 

    Mona started stabbing her tongue in and out of Tania's pussy. Tania was 
    moaning softly and she released Mona's head. Her fingers slid up her own 
    body and she started playing with her own tits. 

    "Feels so fucking good!" she gasped. "You are making me feel so fucking 
    good. So nice!" 

    Tania's body began shaking. It was obvious that she wasn't going to be able 
    to last much longer. She started moving her body up and down as if she was 
    trying to fuck Mona's face. Mona tasted more of Tania's juices in her mouth. 
    She couldn't help but make swallowing sounds, and that seemed to drive Tania 
    over the edge. 

    "Oh, mother fuck," Tania groaned. 

    "Mother fuck. I'm going to fucking come. Oh, shit, I'm coming! Shiiiit!" 

    Tania gasped as her body twisted in pleasure. She started bouncing up and 
    down a little harder. It seemed like her entire body was being torn apart. 
    Finally she seemed to relax, then fell over onto her back. 

    Mona took a couple of deep breaths. She was glad it was over. She hadn't 
    enjoyed it. What worried her was, what was going to come next? 

     CHAPTER FOUR 

    "Leave us now," Paul said. 

    Tania, Don, and Richie didn't waste any time getting out the door. It was 
    obvious who was boss around here. Paul got up and he walked around to the 
    front of his desk. He sat down on the edge. There was a hungry look on his 
    face. 

    "Stand up," he said. 

    Mona wanted to pull her gown back up to cover her tits but her hands were 
    still tied behind her. There was nothing she could do but somehow make it to 
    her feet, then stand in front of him. Her gown had slipped down to her 
    waist. 

    "You do have nice tits," Paul said. "Very nice. Did you enjoy sucking your 
    husband's jism out of Tania's cunt?" 

    "Of course not," Mona said. "What kind of person do you think I am? Do you 
    think I enjoy being raped and humiliated?" 

    "You're holding up pretty well," he said. "You've got guts. Most women would 
    be in screaming hysterics. Tania was." 

    "I don't understand," Mona said. 

    "You don't have to understand but I'll explain it to you, anyway," Paul 
    said. "You see, I like the good-looking young cunts who won't look at any 
    man twice. They're so stuck on themselves. I like to take them and treat 
    them like a woman. You'd be surprised how many learn to love it." 

    "Not me," she said. 

    "You'll learn," he said. 

    Paul stood up and walked toward her. Mona backed all the way to the wall and 
    she could go no farther. He stopped in front of her, grabbed the top of her 
    gown and tore it down the rest of her body. It hit the floor and si she was 
    standing there in nothing but her panties. 

    "Very nice," Paul said. "Very damn nice. Turn around." 

    "No," she said. 

    Paul grabbed her and turned her savagely against the wall. His hand went up 
    between her legs and he gripped her pussy like he was going to tear it off. 
    She almost fainted from the pain before he let her go. 

    "Never argue with me, bitch," Paul said. "You'll find out that I'm worse 
    than the others. Do you understand me?" 

    "Yes," she said. 

    He turned her back around again and moved closer to her body. She could feel 
    every inch of his lean body against hers. He put his hands on her shoulders. 

    "You got me real hard watching you eat out Tania's pussy," he said. "I bet 
    you've done that before." 

    "No," she said, shaking her head. 

    "Sure you have, baby," he said. 

    "I'm not some kind of pervert." 

    "But you enjoyed it, baby," he told her. "I saw the look in your eyes. You 
    loved it." 

    Mona kept shaking her head, but she could tell that Paul didn't believe 
    anything she said. 

    As he bent down to kiss her mouth, her heart pounded very fast. There was 
    something about this man that was very exciting. She didn't like herself for 
    feeling this way, but she couldn't help it. 

    "I know what kind of woman you are," he told her. "I know how bad you need a 
    good fucking. Your husband hasn't ever given you what you need. I can give 
    it to you, baby." 

    "Just let me go, please," she said. "I won't tell anybody what's happened. 
    Just let me go." 

    "You're acting like you're hard to get, baby," Paul said. "Don told me you'd 
    be this way-all snotty and bitchy-and the problem is that you've never been 
    really fucked. I'm going to see that you get really fucked as long as you're 
    here." 

    Mona closed her eyes and fought back the tears. She didn't want to give him 
    that satisfaction. She felt one of his hands stroking her side and slowly 
    moving up to her tit. 

    The brunette responded automatically. She brought one silken knee up between 
    his legs as hard as she could. He yelled in pain and she dodged past him. 
    She didn't stop to think of what to do next. 

    Mona couldn't get the door open. Her arms were still tied behind her. She 
    ran for his desk but she heard him coming after her. She saw that she was 
    blocked from going any farther and she didn't have the courage to strike out 
    at him again. She was sick with fright as he came around the desk. 

    He gripped her by the throat and began slapping her face. It was like being 
    hit in the face with a board. Her body rocked each time he struck her. 

    "You hurt me, bitch," he said. "You're going to pay for that. You're going 
    to fucking pay for that." 

    "I'm sorry," she said. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. Oh, please let me go." 

    Paul wasn't going to let her go. His hand kept slapping her face until she 
    thought she was going to pass out. He stopped hitting her because his hand 
    got tired. His hand slid down from her tits and into her panties and he 
    gripped her naked pussy. One hand grabbed her ass and squeezed. 

    "You're not going to do anything stupid like that again, are you?" Paul 
    asked. 

    "Oh, no, I promise!" she screamed. "I promise I won't." 

    Paul forced her down to the floor of his plushly carpeted office. Mona 
    couldn't do anything to stop him as he slowly pulled her panties down her 
    long legs. 

    "Spread your legs open wide," he told her. "I want to take a good look at 
    your sweet pussy!" 

    Mona opened her creamy thighs. There were tears of humiliation stinging her 
    eyes as he sat down below her feet and looked up between her pussylips. 

    "You've never shown your husband your pussy this way, have you, bitch?" Paul 
    asked. 

    "Oh, no," she whispered. 

    "I didn't think so. You are a stupid cunt." 

    Paul's hand touched her legs. He moved his hot fingers up the insides of her 
    thighs, nearly to her pussy. Mona took a deep breath. His stroking 
    fingertips felt exciting. She closed her eyes and tried to fight the 
    feelings. 

    "Why don't you relax, baby," he said. "You'd be a lot happier if you'd just 
    relax." 

    "You go to hell," she said. 

    "You keep fighting me," he told her, shaking his head. "It's stupid. You 
    can't win." 

    Sliding his hand up between her thighs, he touched her cuntlips. His fingers 
    were insistent. She couldn't close her legs as he stroked her cuntlips. It 
    made her itch. 

    "I'm going to fuck you good tonight, baby," Paul said. "Your pussy is going 
    to be sore for a month." 

    Paul kept his hand over her cunt. He dropped his head to her tits. His mouth 
    was hot and wet as he took one of her nipples into his mouth, then began 
    sucking on it gently. He lifted his head to look at her rigid nipple. 

    Paul lowered his head again. His teeth nipped at her nipple. Mona groaned 
    softly. She didn't want to feel anything. She fought against having those 
    kinds of feelings. Yet there was something about his lips that turned her 
    on. 

    Paul jabbed a finger into her cunt, stabbing it deep inside her, then moving 
    it around. His finger rubbed against her clit, and she sighed with pleasure. 

    "You like it, bitch," he said. "You really like it. I know you fucking do!" 

    He moved his lips up to her throat and then her mouth. His lips were hard as 
    he kissed her. He jabbed with his tongue, and she opened her mouth. His fat 
    tongue wiggled between her lips. 

    Mona started rubbing her tongue against his and he enjoyed it. He slipped 
    two more fingers into her cunt, then started moving them in and out very 
    quickly. Her clit was hard and throbbing, and her ass moved in rhythm to his 
    thrusting fingers. 

    "You are a cunt," he said. "You know you are. You love my fingers and you'll 
    love my cock." 

    "I'm not," she groaned. "I'm not like that. I'm good. I've always been a 
    faithful wife." 

    "Sure you have, baby," he said. "That's why you're trying to fuck my fingers 
    off right now!" 

    Mona tried to move away from him. She was responding to him. She was pushing 
    back against his fingers and felt sick about doing it. He was grinning as he 
    took his fingers out of her. 

    Paul started undoing his belt, then pulled his trousers down around his 
    knees. She could see the heavy bulge in his shorts, and as Paul rubbed his 
    fingers across his prick, she could actually see it jump. 

    Mona knew that it was going to happen to her again. She was going to get 
    fucked for the second time that night. She had never been fucked by anyone 
    but her husband in her entire married life, and now she was about to get 
    another strange cock. Her heart was pounding as she tried to move away 
    again. 

    "You're scared of me, baby," he told her. "You're scared of my big cock. 
    You're scared of what's going to happen to you." 

    "Please leave me alone," she moaned. 

    Paul was pulling his shorts down his legs, then kicking them off. His prick 
    was bigger than Don's. He rubbed his fingers across his pricktip and it 
    dripped with cum. 

    Grabbing her by her hair, he jerked her down. Her face came close to his 
    cock. 

    "Just look at it, bitch. Look at it close. See what's going to pound your 
    pussy!" 

    Mona could see every inch of his big cock. It was swollen and marked with 
    blue veins. She could see little drops of pre-cum clinging to his cocktip. 

    "You're going to learn to love my fucking cock," he told her. 

    Paul pushed her head back and spread her legs again. He moved over her body. 
    His enormous cockhead was throbbing against her leg. He moved over on top of 
    her and let his cockhead rest against her hot pussylips. 

    "Now I'm going to fuck you nice and slow for a while," he told her. 

    Paul put his hands underneath her, lifting her up as his prick moved up 
    against her pussy-lips. He pushed gently and his prickhead broke into her 
    cunt. He kept a steady pressure and his cock slid all the way into her tight 
    cunt. 

    "Oh, shit yeah," he moaned. "You haven't been using this cunt often enough. 
    You haven't been fucking using it. You've got a sweet pussy and you should 
    use it more!" 

    Paul moved his hands around her ass until one of his fingers found her 
    asshole. He drove his finger into her asshole and made her shiver. He moved 
    slowly as he dipped his finger deeper into her asshole and moved his cock in 
    and out of her with the same rhythm. 

    "You've got a fine ass, baby," he told her. "It feels good just holding it. 
    A fucking nice ass!" 

    He fucked her harder. His prick was going deep into her pussy and seeming to 
    stretch her cuntlips each time he stabbed her. She could feel the steady 
    pressure of his balls slapping her asscheeks. 

    Mona fought hard against the feelings he was giving her. She didn't want to 
    feel anything, not with this animal. She bit her bottom lip to keep from 
    giving into cries of passion. 

    "Move your ass, bitch," he groaned. "Move your fucking ass!" Mona wouldn't 
    move anything. She was fighting with all her might. The passion growing in 
    her body was slowly being beaten back down. She was almost smiling as she 
    realized that he wasn't going to make her behave like a slut. 

    Paul fucked harder, savagely, and she could feel the cum dripping into her 
    pussy. He was sweating on her and his chest crushed her big tits. He was 
    doing his best to get her as hot as he was, but he was starting to realize 
    how hard she was fighting it. 

    "Bitch," he groaned. "You fucking bitch. Give into some feeling, bitch. 
    Relax." 

    Mona wouldn't relax. She could be beaten and raped but she wouldn't give him 
    that. She was smiling smugly as she kept all movement from her body. 

    "You fucking cunt!" he screamed. 

    Paul jerked his prick out of her. Grabbing her by the hair, he jerked her up 
    to her knees. He brought his hand around in a savage chop that knocked her 
    back. She was dizzy. She felt him lifting her up off the floor. 

    "All right, bitch," he said. "You don't want to act like a woman. You don't 
    want to give in. Then I'll give it to you like the fucking bitch you are!" 

    Paul was angry. He hit her hard in the stomach, and she bent over in violent 
    pain. He half dragged her around to the front of his desk. With a sweep of 
    his hand across the top of his desk, he sent everything crashing to the 
    floor. 

    He hit her in the back and, again, she moaned with pain. He grabbed her by 
    her hair, then slammed her face down on the desk. It hurt like hell. He 
    stood behind her and started spreading her thighs apart. 

    Paul had something in his hand. She was turning her head to look at it, but 
    she couldn't see what it was. Finally he lifted her up long enough for her 
    to take a look at it. It was a cola bottle. He put the mouth of the bottle 
    against her cunt, and she realized what he was going to do. 

    "Oh, no," she said. "Don't do that. Oh, please!" 

    "You don't act like a woman," he said. "You act like you're a piece of 
    frozen cheesecake. Well, I'm going to make you pay for that, cunt!" 

    Paul rammed the bottle into her cunt, then started moving it in and out. 
    Mona felt degraded. At the same time, he was still rubbing his swollen prick 
    against her thighs. She tried to squirm away from the bottle but she 
    couldn't. 

    "Now you'll appreciate a good cock better, bitch," he said. 

    Paul took the bottle out of her cunt, then moved against her with his cock 
    again. He stabbed it into her deep. This time, he wasn't being fancy. He was 
    fucking her as hard as he could. His prick was going deep inside her and it 
    was leaking each time he thrust. Again, she could feel his heavy balls 
    banging against her ass. His prick was throbbing each time he stabbed into 
    her. 

    "This time I'm going to fuck you silly," he said. "I'm going to teach you a 
    fucking lesson!" 

    Paul fucked her harder and harder. His big prick was already throbbing 
    inside her. It was growing each time he pressed his cock inside her. 

    "It feels so damn good," he groaned. "Your pussy feels so damn fucking 
    good!" 

    His balls slapped her ass loudly. He was trying to drive her body into the 
    desk. He grabbed her tits and held onto them tightly as he rammed her again 
    and again. 

    "You cunt," he groaned. "I'm going to fill you up with fucking cum. I'm 
    going to fill your cunt. Oh, shit, it feels nice. It feels so fucking nice!" 

    Paul fucked her harder and harder, and Mona knew she was going to die right 
    there on that desk with her tits banging against the desk top and his cock 
    filling her. Instead, she felt his cock growing a little more inside her 
    pussy and the first of his cum dripping thickly. 

    "I'm coming," he groaned. "I'm fucking coming. You're getting it now, you 
    bitch. You're fucking getting it now. Oh, fuuuck!" 

    He rammed her hard and deep and his body started jerking. His cum spurted 
    into her like a waterfall. She could feel it running out of her cunt and 
    wetting her thighs. He kept working his cock into her for a few moments 
    longer, then pulled it out of her. He rubbed his wet cockhead against her 
    creamy asscheeks. 

    "All right, bitch," Paul said. "I'm done now. You didn't learn your lesson 
    yet, but you will." 

    "What do you mean?" 

    "You're going to the treatment room." 

     CHAPTER FIVE 

    Mona didn't know where they were taking her. She was kicking and screaming 
    as Richie and Don dragged her into the next room, where the walls were 
    covered with whips and chains. There were metal rings hanging from the walls 
    and there was a metal strap hanging from the ceiling. 

    "What are you going to do to me?" she asked. 

    "Now don't you worry about anything," Don answered her. "This is just a 
    little part of your training, baby. We're going to teach you to be 
    obedient." 

    Mona's arms were untied. Immediately she tried to claw Don's face. He only 
    laughed at her. Richie and Don held her arms above her head. They tied her 
    wrists, then fastened her wrists around the metal ring on the end of the 
    ceiling strap. 

    "Pull her up," Richie said. 

    Don went over to a winch on the wall. He worked the winch up and down, and 
    Mona could suddenly feel a pressure on her wrists. She realized that she was 
    being pulled off the floor. It was slow and was painful. She was finally 
    above the floor by a couple of inches, and Don locked the winch into place. 

    "You comfortable, baby?" Don asked. 

    "You sick animal," she answered him. "This hurts. Why are you doing this to 
    me?" 

    Don was grinning as he walked over to the wall. He picked off one of the 
    whips. She had a choking sensation. The whip looked awful. Don moved close 
    to her and he placed the end of his whip against her back. He moved the whip 
    down to her asscheeks, and she swung away from him. He laughed. 

    "You are a snooty bitch," he said. "Paul didn't like the way you acted in 
    there. You didn't move fast enough to suit him. Now you're going to have to 
    learn your lesson." 

    "What are you going to do to me?" she asked. 

    "Just teach you to be good," Don said. "Then maybe we'll have a little fun." 

    Don stepped back. He nodded to Richie who started pushing her so that she 
    was swinging back and forth. It hurt her arms. Then she heard the swish of 
    the whip and the end of it snapped against her back. 

    "Oh, no!" she screamed. 

    It hurt like hell. The whip cut into her back, leaving her back stinging. 
    She heard Don laugh as he swung the whip again. 

    The whip seemed to send trickles of fire through her body. It was like she 
    was being stung by dozens of bees at the same time. Don knew how to use that 
    whip. He started walking around her body and letting the whip snap against 
    her most sensitive parts. 

    Up to that moment, Mona had been brave. She hadn't liked any of it but she 
    had kept her courage and hadn't totally lost her will. 

    But she had never been subjected to anything like this before. That damned 
    whip seemed to be tearing her skin off. Mona had thought she had felt pain 
    before, but the end of the whip was awful. 

    Don went around to her front again. He snapped his whip differently, and 
    just the tip of the whip hit one of her nipples. Mona screamed in rage and 
    pain. He pulled back, then snapped it against her other nipple. She tried to 
    back away but the hoist wouldn't let her get free. 

    "You like it, bitch," Don said. "No, I can see you don't. Well, maybe you'll 
    be nicer to Paul next time." 

    "I'll be nicer," she promised. "I promise. Oh, shit, don't hit me anymore." 

    Don wasn't nearly done. He walked around to her ass and he started bringing 
    the broad side of the whip against her asscheeks. He swung as hard as he 
    could. The whip slashed against her ass again and again, and it made her 
    assmeat feel raw. 

    Don kept swinging until his arm was tired. Then he handed the whip to Richie 
    and let Richie swing for a while. Richie might not have been as strong but 
    it still hurt like hell. She kept trying to get away but there was no place 
    to go. 

    Finally Richie stopped hitting her. He gave the whip back to Don, who turned 
    the whip around and started stroking her ass with it. Mona didn't know what 
    he was doing as he brought the whip around and touched her pussy. 

    "Fuck my whip, bitch," Don said. "Show me how much you love it. Fuck my 
    whip." 

    Mona didn't know what he wanted. She didn't move, and he cracked the whip 
    handle against her ass. She moved back against him, and he pushed the whip 
    handle into her cunt. 

    Now Mona knew what he wanted and knew she'd better do it. She started moving 
    up and down on his whip handle, taking the whip deep inside her cunt even 
    though it was disgusting. He kept rubbing it around inside her. 

    "Tell me how much you love it, cunt," Don commanded. "Say 'I like having 
    your prick in my cunt.' Say it, bitch." 

    "I like having your prick in my cunt," she said. 

    Mona had never befort spoken words like that, and it was like all of her 
    pride was slowly draining away. She had to do as he wanted. She couldn't 
    stand anymore of the whip. She would humiliate herself any way he wanted as 
    long as he would stop whipping her. 

    "Let her down, Richie," Don said. 

    Richie went over to the door where the winch was. He let her down slowly. 
    Mona thought she was going to pass out when her feet hit the floor. Richie 
    moved up to help her. He was grinning but somehow she wasn't as frightened 
    of Richie as she was of Don. Don was a regular sex fiend and she knew he was 
    going to fuck her again before this was over. 

    "Take my whip back, baby," he told her. 

    Mona was standing, but her arms were still tied above her. The men could 
    lift her back up any time. She watched Don move closer and rub his whip 
    against her tits and up to her mouth. 

    "Why don't you lick off your own cunt juices," he told her. "You shouldn't 
    mind that. You sure enjoyed sucking Tania's pussy a little while ago." 

    "I had to do that," she said. 

    "You didn't have to enjoy it so much," Richie said. 

    Don put the whip handle against her mouth and Mona opened her lips. She 
    sucked on it until it was dry. He took the whip out of her mouth, then ran 
    it down her body again, placing it against her cunt. 

    "Open your legs," he told her. "Stand with your legs apart. I'm going to put 
    this back inside your cunt." 

    Mona wanted to call him every name in the book. Instead, she moved her legs 
    apart as he told her. He put the whip between her legs and rubbed it back 
    and forth against her cuntlips for a few moments. Then he changed direction, 
    suddenly stabbed the whip handle up into her cunt. 

    "Now fuck it again, bitch," he said. "Move up and down. Fuck it!" 

    Don's face was hard as he shoved the whip in and out of her pussy. She 
    started bouncing up and down. It was painful on her hands but she did it 
    anyway. Her cunt was dripping juice and, for the first time, she was glad. 
    She would have been really uncomfortable if it hadn't been for that. 

    Don moved away from her. He took the whip out of her pussy, then put it back 
    against her lips again. This time she really tasted her own juices as he put 
    it against her mouth. She sucked it inside her lips and kept sucking until 
    it was clean. 

    "You like the taste of your pussy, baby," Don said. "I wish you'd relax a 
    little more. You would love to let it all hang out but you keep fighting it. 
    Maybe you'll learn." 

    Don unzipped his trousers, unbuckled his belt and pulled his trousers down. 
    She had already seen his cock one time this evening. She didn't know why 
    looking at it again should make her feel so strange. 

    "I'm going to fuck you again, baby," Don said. "I'm going to keep fucking 
    you until you're begging for me." 

    "Never," she whispered. 

    "So you've still got some fight in you. Well, we'll just see about that." 

    Don moved closer and rubbed his prickhead against her thighs. Mona felt 
    something wet against her lips and she looked down. She could see some of 
    his leaking pre-cum on her thigh and his bulbous cockhead dripping more 
    jism. 

    Don moved up until his bloated cockhead was almost at her pussy. He reached 
    for her tits, twisting them until she groaned in pain. He relaxed his grip 
    and started playing with her nipples. Her nipples already felt sore and 
    sensitive. His fingers only hurt them more. 

    Don moved close enough to put his cock between her legs. He squeezed her 
    tits together until she did as he wanted. She closed her thighs around his 
    bloated cock. He started moving a little. It was almost like being fucked 
    except that his cock wasn't inside her cunt. She was feeling every inch of 
    his big prick clamped between her creamy thighs. 

    "That's the fucking way," he groaned. "Move like that. I'm enjoying it, 
    baby. Move your ass like that!" 

    Mona moved up against him and then away, so that her thighs were squeezing 
    and rubbing his cock. She could feel his cock getting big and throbbing. 

    "You've got a sweet ass and a sweet pussy," Don said. "It's just a damn 
    shame that nobody ever taught you how to use it!" 

    Don moved a little so that his swollen cockhead touched at her hot pussy. He 
    moved up and his prickhead popped into her cunt. Putting his arms around her 
    back, he pulled her against him. His cock seemed to slide deep into her 
    cunt. She had never fucked like this before and it was a completely new 
    feeling. 

    "Now lift up, bitch," he told her. "Lift up with your hands and bring 
    yourself down so that you're riding my cock." 

    It hurt to lift up with her hands, but Mona did it anyway. She pulled 
    herself up by the ropes, then settled down again so that his huge prick 
    filled her cunt completely. Then she pulled herself up, and she let herself 
    down again. She kept it up until she had established a painful rhythm. 

    "Oh, yeah," Don said. "You know how to fucking move, bitch. You know how to 
    make a man happy." 

    Richie had moved closer to her. He put his hand on the back of her neck, 
    then let it slide all the way down her body. He touched her creamy asscheeks 
    and his fingers parted them. She gasped as he pushed one finger into her 
    tight ass. 

    "She's got virgin ass," Richie said. 

    "I'm worried about her sweet pussy right now," Don said. 

    Don reached around and he grabbed her asscheeks. Richie moved away as Don 
    started squeezing her ass. He was lifting her up as she kept moving up and 
    down his big prick. 

    "Oh, shit," Don said. "I've got to get her down now. Let her down 
    completely, Richie." 

    Richie went to the winch. He let her down slowly. Mona felt his hand on her 
    shoulders as he pushed her to her knees. 

    "Get on your back, baby," Don said. "Stretch out on your back and spread 
    those legs wide." 

    Mona still had her hands tied behind her as she stretched out on her back. 
    Don moved up between her legs. His prick pounded with fury. She felt his 
    cock knob slamming deep in her pussy, then half out of her again. He seemed 
    to be trying to fuck her ass right into the hard wooden floor. 

    "Lift your legs, bitch," he said. "Lift your fucking legs and wrap them 
    around my back." 

    Mona couldn't seem to find anymore strength to fight. Lifting up her legs, 
    she locked them around his back. His prick suddenly seemed to slide deeper 
    into her pussy. He was fucking her as hard as he could. She could only hear 
    the sounds of their breathing and his heavy cum-filled balls slapping her 
    ass. 

    "This time I'm going to fill your cunt, bitch," he groaned. "I'm going to 
    fill up your fucking pussy." 

    Again, Mona was trying to fight those sudden hungry feelings in her body. 
    She might do a lot of things, but she wouldn't give into those feelings. She 
    couldn't. It made her sick to even think that she could give in. 

    "Come on and move that ass faster, baby," Don said. "Oh, shit, it needs to 
    come up off the floor!" 

    Don was really getting worked up. She wasn't moving fast enough to suit him. 
    He slid his hands underneath her ass, then started pinching her asscheeks. 
    She quickly lifted her ass up off the floor for him. 

    "That's what I fucking want," Don groaned. "Oh, shit yes. That feels so 
    damned good. You know how to move that big ass when you want to move it. Oh, 
    shit, it feels good!" 

    Don had gone past the point of no return. Already, his cock was growing 
    thicker inside her pussy. She felt some of his jism leaking into her cunt. 
    She was still moving her ass as he fucked her harder and harder. 

    "Oh, shit," Don groaned. "I'm almost there. I'm almost fucking there. Shit, 
    baby!" 

    Don gripped her ass even tighter and started thrusting his prick into her 
    pussy like his cock was a battering ram. Mona had never been fucked this 
    savagely in her entire life. She knew she was going to be sore all over. It 
    was hard not to get excited, but she kept fighting the feelings off. 

    "You sweet bitch," Don groaned. "I'm going to fill your fucking pussy. I'm 
    going to fill you up. I'm going to make you feel my cock all over. Oh, 
    shiiiit!" 

    Don fucked her deep and hard and his climax was like something huge was 
    exploding inside her cunt. His prick seemed to send cum in all directions. 
    Mona could feel it squeezing out of her cunt and wetting her thighs. She 
    kept moving her ass as he fucked her. Then she knew it was over and she was 
    glad. 

    "You haven't learned to relax, baby," he told her. "You haven't learned to 
    relax. You're going to have to learn how to relax and enjoy yourself." 

    "You're sick," she said. 

    Mona kept thinking that it was all over, but then she saw Richie grinning at 
    her and rubbing his cock and she knew it wasn't finished. Not yet. Not until 
    Richie had his turn. 

    Richie was pulling down his trousers. His cock was half hard, but she had 
    the feeling it wouldn't be soft for long. He came toward them just as Don 
    was pulling his cock out. 

    "Come on in, Richie," he said. "The water's fine. She's got as tight a pussy 
    as you could hope for." 

    Richie dropped down on top of Mona before she could even catch her breath. 
    She didn't like the evil grin on his face. She didn't like anything about 
    Richie. He stabbed his cock deep inside her pussy with one hard stroke. 

    "You fucking cunt," he said. "You've got a sweet fucking cunt. I'm going to 
    fuck your hot little ass off!" 

    Richie began to fuck her in quick, deep strokes. His prick was not that big, 
    but it was big enough to fill her pussy. He fucked her as hard as he could, 
    and she quickly felt his prick getting bigger inside her cunt. 

    His hands slid underneath her. He grabbed her asscheeks, then lifted her up 
    off the floor. He started fucking her even harder and she could feel some of 
    his jism leaking inside her pussy. 

    "You fucking bitch," Richie groaned. "You fucking sweet little bitch. Your 
    pussy feels so fucking good. So fucking good. I'm going to fill your cunt. 
    Oh, shiiiiit!" 

    Richie rammed her hard. His prick spurted thick drops of cum inside her 
    cunt. Then his prick seemed to grow bigger and his hot cum spurted again and 
    again. He finally stopped fucking her and let his limp cock slip out of her 
    pussy. 

    "Are you finished with me now?" she asked. "Everyone has gotten his chance 
    at my pussy. Are you finished with me?" 

    "Baby, we haven't even started yet," Don said. 

    Mona didn't like the sound of that. 

     CHAPTER SIX 

    Mona had been given a hot bath and scrubbed almost brutally by Richie and 
    Don. Don had helped her out of the tub and dried her off. She was led into a 
    perfumed bedroom. There was a garter belt, stockings, black high-heeled 
    shoes, and a maid's costume on the bed. 

    "Put those on," Don said. "I won't," she said. 

    "You just don't learn, bitch," Don said. 

    Don slapped the side of her face, knocking her backwards. Mona looked up at 
    his hard, grinning face and she knew she was going to have to do as he told 
    her. She put the outfit on. Don fastened her arms behind her with handcuffs. 
    He put a leather collar around her neck, then attached a long silver chain 
    to it. 

    "Come on, bitch," he said. 

    "Where are you taking me now?" 

    "You'll find out soon enough." 

    Mona was led into another bedroom. Paul was sitting on the bed in only his 
    shorts. He was looking at her as if she was a meal and he was a gourmet. 

    "That will be all, Don," he said. 

    Don stepped out and let the door shut behind him, then Mona was alone with 
    the man and she swallowed nervously. It was strange, but she had the feeling 
    that this man was a lot more dangerous than Don was. Or Ritchie. He had a 
    way of looking at her that made her feel small and helpless. 

    "Come over here," he said. 

    Mona thought about running out the door but she didn't move. She was too 
    afraid. He lifted his hand, motioning her over, and she knew she had to 
    move. 

    Mona went to him slowly. Paul looked up at her, his gaze starting at the end 
    of her skirt and creamy thighs. His gaze went up her body to her full, round 
    tits. He was breathing a little heavier. 

    "Please let me go," she told him. "You could let me go. I wouldn't tell 
    anybody what's happened." 

    "Shut up, cunt," he said. "I don't want to hear that shit. All I want you to 
    do is be a good girl and do what you're told." 

    Paul suddenly reached out and he wrapped his hand around her, jerking her 
    close to him. He rolled her over on the bed, then slid one hand up between 
    her legs before she could do anything. His hand cupped her naked pussy. 

    "You're nothing but a fucking cunt while you're here with me. I hope you 
    understand that. Or you'll be back hanging on that damn rope in the 
    treatment room." 

    Fear shot through her. She pushed her cunt against his fingers almost 
    without thinking about what she was doing. Mona didn't like him, but she was 
    scared as hell of that room. 

    "Yeah," he said. "I thought that might make you act better. I thought you 
    might learn to behave after a treatment." 

    Paul leaned back on the bed and took his hands away from her, but his eyes 
    still seemed to be undressing her. She felt even more naked in the maid's 
    costume than she would have felt without any clothes at all. 

    "I like that outfit," he said. "I had a maid when I was a little boy. She 
    was all the way from France. A nice-looking young woman and a lot like you. 
    She knew how to swing her ass. I used to have dreams about her. She never 
    looked at me, though. She had her boyfriend." 

    "So that's why you kidnap women," Mona said. "You're trying to get even with 
    that maid for not giving you any." 

    "Oh, she gave me some," Paul said. "She gave me plenty. I grabbed her one 
    night when she was just getting off work. I dragged her to my room and I 
    raped the shit out of her all night long. By morning, I couldn't get the 
    bitch to leave. She was like an animal. Just a little feel of my cock and 
    she couldn't quit." 

    Mona didn't say anything. He put his hand on her thigh and she didn't 
    flinch. She was too scared and had accepted the fact that she was going to 
    have to do anything that this man wanted. She bit her bottom lip as his hand 
    moved slowly up her thighs. It was hard to believe that it hadn't been but a 
    few days earlier that she wouldn't have let her own husband play with her 
    this way. 

    Paul found her garter and he easily unsnapped the stocking. He rolled it 
    partially down her leg. He treated the other stocking in the same way. He 
    put his hand on the flesh of her thigh above her stocking. 

    "You're going to do your best to make me happy, aren't you, baby?" he asked. 

    "Yes," she answered. 

    His hand moved up a little more. He was touching her pussy. This time, she 
    did flinch but he seemed not to notice. He pushed his fingers up a little 
    farther and started stroking her pussylips. 

    "Fucking beautiful," he said. 

    His finger slipped into her pussy. He stabbed deep and moved it around 
    inside her cunt. His finger got wet with the juices from her pussy. 

    "You get wet, easily," he said. "You know what that means, baby. That means 
    you're a really hot piece of ass!" 

    Paul stabbed another finger into her pussy. He moved them both around, and 
    Mona could feel her juices running down to make the insides of her thighs 
    feel sticky. 

    He took his hand back out from between her legs, then stretched out on the 
    bed and put his hands behind his head. 

    "Take my shorts off," he told her. 

    Mona looked at him like he was crazy. How was she going to take his shorts 
    off? Her hands were tied behind her! 

    Paul knew what she was thinking and he grinned. "Use your mouth and teeth, 
    baby. You can pull my shorts off that way." 

    "I can't," she said. 

    "Maybe you'd like it better if Don took you back to the treatment room 
    again?" 

    Mona climbed up onto the bed on her hands and knees. Her mouth was dry as 
    she bent over. Her hair was falling around her face so that she could hardly 
    see. 

    "You can do it, bitch," Paul said. "Just try, baby. You can do it!" 

    Mona put her lips against the top of his shorts. She felt sick about what 
    she was doing. She somehow caught the edge of his shorts in her teeth, then 
    started tugging them down like a dog tugging at a bone. 

    She had never been this close to a man's cock before. Immediately her mouth 
    and nose filled with the smell of cockmeat. She was trembling as she pulled 
    his shorts over his rigid cock. Her heart was pounding fast. 

    Mona kept tugging even though it felt like her neck was breaking. She kept 
    pulling them down until she had them at his knees. Only then did he help 
    her. He picked his ass up and reached down to slide his shorts the rest of 
    the way off. She immediately raised her head. He was reaching for her, and 
    she came on top of him immediately. His prick rubbed against her belly. 

    "Pull up the maid's costume," he said. "You're not wearing any panties, are 
    you?" 

    "No," she answered. 

    "Pull up your costume and sit on my cock. I want you on top for a while." 

    Mona shivered as she moved up his body. Reaching down, she found his cock. 
    She somehow didn't feel like fighting him, even though she knew she should 
    struggle. Instead, she pulled her skirt up with her other hand and lifted up 
    so that her pussy was poised just above his swollen prick. 

    "I want your cock," Mom whispered, hardly thinking about what she was 
    saying. "I do want it." 

    "I know you do, bitch," Paul said. "They all want my cock. All of them are 
    bitches." 

    Mona settled down slowly onto his cock. First his rubbery cockhead split her 
    pussylips and started pushing up inside her. She sat down all the way and 
    had his prick inside cunt. She bounced a little and sweet shivers of 
    pleasure went through her. 

    "Oh, damn," she said. "I know I shouldn't like this. I know I shouldn't." 

    Paul's swollen cockhead slid all the way up into her pussy. She gasped as 
    she felt his prickhead rubbing deep inside her cunt. 

    "Now bounce, baby," he said. "Bounce up and down. Ride my prick like you're 
    a Texas cowgirl!" 

    His hands moved up to grip her tits and she started bouncing. There were 
    quick spasms of excitement going through her each time she moved. His 
    throbbing cockhead was rubbing against her clit every time her pussy sucked 
    his cock inside. 

    "That's the way, baby," he said. "Now bend over here. Rub your tits against 
    my chest while you're fucking me!" 

    Mona bounced up and down on his cock a few moments longer, then did as he 
    asked. She bent over and rubbed her big tits against his chest. He was right 
    about one thing. His big prick seemed to go deeper just by her movements. 

    "You're making me fucking crazy," she moaned. 

    Mona bounced faster. She knew she had turned into some kind of wild animal 
    and she didn't care. It was feeling good. Her husband had never given her 
    this kind of excitement. She wanted to fight the feelings but she couldn't. 

    Mona was getting close. She didn't like it when Paul suddenly put his hands 
    on her shoulders and tried to push her off his cock. She didn't want to go 
    and she clamped her thighs tightly. 

    "Move, bitch," he said roughly. "I've got other plans." 

    She reluctantly gave up his cock. She didn't want to act like a whore, but 
    she needed his cock at that moment, more than she had ever needed anything 
    in her life. 

    Paul put his hands on her head. His fingers twisted in her hair, and he 
    pulled her face down until she was looking at his cock very close again. She 
    could see all those blue veins running through his massive prick. 

    "You like my cock, baby?" he asked. "You like my big cock? Well, I'm going 
    to let you get really close." 

    Paul kept his hands in her hair as he pulled her face down a little more. 
    Mona could smell the aroma of his cockmeat and see little drops of pre-cum 
    on his pricktip. 

    "What are you trying to do?" she asked. 

    "I'm not trying, baby," he answered her. "I'm doing it. I'm going to make 
    you suck my fucking cock!" 

    Her heart throbbed. Mona couldn't believe that he actually meant for her to 
    do something like that. She looked up at him but he had that wild look in 
    his eyes. Mona knew that she could expect no mercy. 

    "Please don't do that," she said. 

    "It's what I want, baby," he said. "It's what you're going to do for me. 
    You're going to suck my cock until I come. You're going to suck it good and 
    swallow my jism." 

    "Oh, no," she whispered. 

    "Don't argue with me, bitch," he told her. "Do it. Get down there and 
    fucking do it!" 

    Her head was jerked closer. Mona had never been so close to a man's swollen 
    cock. She could smell his cockmeat so strongly. She wanted to jerk her head 
    away, but he wouldn't allow that. He kept his hand clamped on her head, 
    pushing her face close to his swollen cock. Finally her lips were touching 
    his pricktip. She tried to move her head away but he kept her clamped there. 

    "Come on, baby," he said. "Don't fight it so much. Come on and put your lips 
    on it." 

    Mona kissed the side of his rubbery cock. Her lips moved down to the base of 
    his prick and he groaned with pleasure. She kept trying to pull her head 
    away but his hand gripped the back of her neck and he started squeezing. 

    "Just let me fuck you," she begged. 

    "I don't want your pussy right now, baby," he said. "I want your hot mouth 
    around my cock. Come on and suck it!" 

    Mona's lips opened slightly as she bent her head to his prick again. Her 
    lips slid down to the end of his rubbery cock and she could taste salt. She 
    ran her lips all the way down the base of his cock and back up again. Paul 
    could see she wasn't trying to pull away anymore and he relaxed his grip. 

    "Just don't fight so hard, baby," he told her. "Just don't fight and you'll 
    learn to love it!" 

    The brunette was willing to kiss his cock all over if she had to. She moved 
    her lips all over his prick. He tightened his grip again, and she realized 
    he wasn't happy with just the touch of her lips. 

    "Lick me, bitch," he said. "You know you want that. Lick my cock all over." 

    "I don't want to do that," she said. 

    "You'd better, bitch," he said. "Now." 

    Mona pushed her tongue down the length of his salty cock. She moved it all 
    over his prick and had his cockshaft glistening with her spit in just a few 
    moments. She licked all the way down to his balls and he trembled with 
    pleasure. 

    "Oh, yeah, bitch," he groaned. "That's what I fucking want. Do that for me. 
    It feels good!" 

    Her tongue moved down to his balls again. Mona slowly sucked one of his 
    balls into her mouth. She had never done this before but she was beginning 
    to catch on quickly to what excited him. She sucked his ball into her mouth, 
    rolling it beneath her tongue. 

    "You're learning, baby," he moaned. "You're fucking learning. Oh, shit, that 
    feels good!" 

    Her tongue rubbed back and forth over his balls for as long as he wanted it. 
    Then his hand jerked her hair and she had to raise her head. She licked back 
    up the length of his cock. Her tongue moved back and forth over the 
    throbbing cockhead. 

    Mona tasted his pre-cum. She drew her mouth away and took a deep breath. She 
    was scared of the taste of his cock, and she was scared of what he was going 
    to make her do next. 

    "Come on, bitch," he said. "Take it into your mouth. Take it in your mouth 
    and suck on it, bitch!" 

    His hands tightened on the back of her neck as if he expected her to try to 
    get away. Mona didn't. She knew that it was no use trying. She lowered her 
    head slowly and touched her lips to the head of his prick. She could feel 
    her heart pounding. It was strange but there was also a lewd kind of 
    excitement going through her body. She had never done anything like this 
    before and it was supposed to make her feel sick. Mona didn't feel at all 
    sick. 

    "In your mouth, bitch," he groaned. "Take it inside your fucking mouth. 
    Right fucking now!" 

    Mona did as he asked. She opened her lips slowly, then took his swollen 
    cockhead inside her mouth. She let it slide along her tongue and into the 
    back of her throat. She was sucking hard and his prick went deep into her 
    throat. She gagged but then she drew her head back and tried again. He 
    seemed surprised that she was trying so hard. 

    "Oh, shit," Paul said. "I think I've found a natural cocksucking talent. 
    Come on, bitch. 

    Suck it!" 

    She took his prick deep inside her mouth and held it there for a moment. 
    Then she slowly began to bob her head. She felt a sense of power as she 
    sucked his cock deep, letting her teeth skim against his hot cockmeat as she 
    drew her head back. 

    "How's it fucking going, bitch?" he asked. "You enjoying that. I can tell 
    you are. You like sucking my prick!" 

    Mona started bobbing her head very fast even though she knew what was going 
    to happen. She could feel his cockhead going deep into the back of her 
    throat. She could taste his jism all over her tongue. She knew it was crazy 
    but she was sucking his cock like she was actually enjoying it. She was 
    taking his cock deep in her throat without choking. His cum was dripping 
    into her mouth, and she was swallowing it. It was like salty fire going down 
    her throat and filling her stomach. 

    "Suck it good, baby," he moaned. "I'm almost fucking there. Suck it fucking 
    good. Oh, shiiiit!" 

    Paul fucked up into her throat and his prick burst into a shower of jism. It 
    exploded against the roof of her mouth and Mona started swallowing as fast 
    as she could. She was drinking it down like his cum was milk. She was 
    surprised at herself. She didn't cough or gag. Instead, she kept drinking as 
    much as she could, letting some of it spill out of the corners of her mouth 
    and drip down to her tits. 

    "You are one fucking great cocksucker," he moaned. "You are really great, 
    baby. It's going to be great having you around!" 

     CHAPTER SEVEN 

    It was Richie who came to the room for her. Mona was sleepy and exhausted, 
    and she was glad that it was Richie. At least Richie hadn't seemed that 
    interested in fucking her. 

    "Where am I going now?" she asked. 

    "To your room, honey," Richie answered her. "A bath and a good night's 
    sleep." 

    Richie was looking at her in a new way, and it made her nervous. There was 
    something that Mona really didn't like about Richie. He was like a rat. He 
    wasn't good looking like the rest of them were, and the way he looked at her 
    made her skin crawl. 

    Mona was quickly beginning to wish that someone else had been sent to take 
    her to her room. 

    They were walking through another long hallway. Mona had still not seen all 
    of the house and half the time she didn't know where she was. It was dark in 
    the hallway and there didn't seem to be anyone else around. 

    Suddenly Richie stopped and put his hand on her arm. 

    "I think you might be interested in this," he said. 

    Richie moved over to the wall, and Mona noticed that the wall was covered 
    with another of those heavy curtains. Richie pulled the curtain back and 
    motioned for her to come closer. 

    Mom didn't think that she would be interested in anything beyond the wall, 
    but she didn't want to fight with anyone at that moment. She moved closer to 
    the wall and noticed that it was not a wall at all. It was another glass 
    window through which she could see a bedroom. 

    It was the same blonde girl as before-Tania-except this time she didn't look 
    happy. 

    She was tied up on the hard floor of the bedroom, naked. Her legs were wide 
    spread wide open and Tania seemed to be trying to tear the bonds loose. 

    "Tania's been a bad girl," Richie said. "She disobeyed one of our rules. Now 
    she's going to have to pay." 

    "Why are you showing me this?" Mona asked. 

    "To show you that no woman in this house is special. They're all cunts and 
    they're treated that way. The boss liked Tania because she's so fuck-crazy, 
    but she had to be taught, just like anyone else." 

    Mona wanted to walk away from the window but she had the feeling that the 
    show wasn't over. She could feel a dryness in her throat as the door to the 
    bedroom opened and an enormous man walked in. He had to be the biggest man 
    that Mona had ever seen. He was covered with hair and muscles. He was naked 
    except for a pair of shorts that did little to conceal the enormous bulge in 
    them. 

    Tania started wiggling out of sheer fright. Her mouth was wide open and she 
    was making sounds of fear that Mona could not hear. The huge man moved 
    closer to Tania. He wasn't smiling. There was no expression on his face 
    except one of pure animal hunger. 

    He slid his shorts down his legs, and Mona gasped. She had seen two cocks 
    since she had been there, but neither was anything to compare with this 
    man's enormous prick. His cock wasn't half hard and it already looked big 
    enough to tear poor Tania in half. 

    The huge man wasted no time. He dropped on top of Tania and plunged his 
    prick into her cunt with one brutal thrust. Tania stopped moving. Her eyes 
    were wide open in pain and surprise. The big man started fucking her with a 
    brutal rhythm. 

    "That's enough," Richie said. "You shouldn't see the rest of it. Sometimes a 
    woman can't walk for a week after Hugh finishes with them. He's a monster." 

    Richie let the curtain fall again. Mona blinked her eyes. She hae been so 
    totally shocked by what was happening that she hadn't felt Richie's hand 
    move to her ass. Now she moved away and she saw the look of anger in his 
    eyes. 

    "I thought you were supposed to take me to my room," she said. 

    "Yeah," Richie said. "I'm going to do that." 

    Richie directed her to her room. It was another bedroom just like the 
    others, with glass all around. She wondered if it was the kind of room where 
    somebody would be looking in from behind the other window. She decided it 
    would. Somebody could be behind that glass, watching her now. It made her 
    shiver. 

    "Strip everything off," Richie said. 

    He came up behind her and undid her hands. Mona could hear the sound of his 
    heavy breathing and it frightened her. She had a moment of temptation, then 
    shrugged her shoulders. She was tired and she would have to fight Richie to 
    escape. And then there would probably be someone waiting behind the door. 
    There was nothing she could do but what she was told. 

    Mona quickly took off the clothes she was wearing. She was getting sort of 
    used to being naked in front of men. She turned to see Richie looking at her 
    hungrily. The look in his eyes worried her. 

    "On the bed, bitch," Richie said. "Face down." 

    "What are you going to do to me?" she asked. 

    "Just stretch out on the bed," Richie said. "Right now. Just do what you're 
    fucking told. 

    Or maybe you'd like to be taken back to the treatment room." 

    Just the thought of that room made her shudder. She quickly went over to the 
    bed and stretched out on her stomach. Richie came over and he stood above 
    her. He put his hand on the back of her neck, and it made her skin crawl. 
    His hand moved slowly down her back to the curve of her ass. 

    "You've got a really beautiful ass," he told her. 

    His hand moved around her ass and down to her pussy. Richie pushed a finger 
    inside her cunt, but she had been expecting that. He moved his finger around 
    inside her pussy for a few moments. Mona wiggled a little. She couldn't help 
    it. There was something about his finger that excited her. In fact, it was 
    getting to the point where any man's finger excited her. 

    "Please go away," she moaned. "Just let me sleep a little. I'm so tired." 

    "You don't want to sleep, cunt," Richie said. "You got all excited watching 
    Tania. You know that." 

    Richie's hand was exploring her pussy, and there was nothing she could do 
    about it. He had shoved two fingers into her cunt and he was now moving them 
    in and out as if he were fucking her. 

    "You like that, cunt," Richie said. "I know you do. You like having my 
    finger in your cunt." 

    Another finger slipped into her pussy. His fingers were rough and slipped 
    deep inside her with every stroke. Mona kept feeling him brushing the base 
    of his fingers against her clit. It sent shivers through her and she found 
    herself responding. 

    "That's better," Richie said. "Just move your sweet ass against me like 
    that." 

    Mona tried to get control of herself but it was hard. She had been fucked so 
    much that evening, and the itch in her body seemed to get worse each time. 
    It was getting impossible to control her inner feelings. 

    The brunette turned her head to see what Richie was doing. He was slowly 
    pulling down his trousers. His big prick was hard and ready. She had already 
    been fucked by him once and it surprised her that he could be so hot and 
    ready. He was moving closer, placing his cockhead against her cuntlips from 
    behind. His fingers still worked inside her pussy. 

    "Go ahead and do it," she said. "Go ahead and fuck me. You know you're going 
    to fuck me. Get it over with!" 

    "Just take it easy, baby," Richie said. "Just take it fucking easy. I'm 
    going to enjoy having you all by myself this time." 

    Richie jabbed another finger into her cunt. He acted like he was trying to 
    ram his entire hand into her pussy. He kept moving his finger in and out, 
    trying to make her wet and ready. 

    Richie finally took his finger out of her. He moved close and his rigid 
    prick brushed against her pussylips. Taking his prick in his hand, he 
    started moving his prickhead up and down the entrance to her pussy. Her cunt 
    got wetter. She found herself pushing back against him a little. 

    "Oh, yeah," Richie said. "You like that. You're nothing but a cunt, baby. A 
    fucking cunt!" 

    Richie stabbed her hard. His prick split her cuntlips apart and went deep 
    inside her pussy. He grabbed her tits, then held on tightly without moving 
    for a few moments. 

    "You've got an educated cunt, baby," he groaned. "It feels so fucking damn 
    good!" 

    Richie began fucking her in slow strokes. He didn't act that excited. It was 
    like he had all the time in the world. His prick wasn't as thick as others 
    she'd been fucked with. He fucked like he didn't have a lot of experience. 
    All the while, his fingers kept playing with her tits. 

    "You're really a good fuck, baby," he said. "You know how to shake that 
    fucking ass. Shake it for me, bitch!" 

    Mona shook her ass for him. She wanted to get it over with. She felt like 
    she was on the edge of exhaustion and she could not think of anything but 
    getting it over with. 

    Richie's fingers squeezed her tits a little harder. His fingers played with 
    her nipples, causing her to shiver. Mona didn't like that. She didn't want 
    to feel anything, but it had been a long evening and she'd been fucked 
    pretty hard. Now there was still an itch in her hungry pussy. She found 
    herself pushing back against his cock. 

    "Yeah," Richie groaned. "Now you're feeling it. Now you're starting to love 
    it, bitch. You're starting to love it." 

    "Just come and get it over with," she moaned. 

    Richie surprised her. He didn't fuck her faster. Instead, he slowed down his 
    hard strokes. He was pushing into her deeply but his body was tensing as if 
    he was getting ready to come. He seemed to be waiting for something. 

    "Why don't you fuck me and get it over with!" she screamed. 

    "Relax, baby," he said. "I've got other ideas." 

    "Are you going to make me eat it?" she asked. 

    "That's a good idea, baby," Richie said. 

    Richie gave her a few more hard strokes, then he pulled his prick out of her 
    pussy. He got off the bed, then walked around to her face. She looked up at 
    his small cock and licked her lips. 

    "Let's see how good a cocksucker you are, baby," he said. 

    He pressed his cock to her lips, and she took it into her mouth. She sucked 
    it easily. Her tongue played around his throbbing cockmeat and made him 
    groan. 

    "Oh, yeah," he moaned. "You are good with your tongue!" 

    Mona kept moving her tongue around his cock. She started moving her head 
    back and forward. She didn't know what it was about sucking cock, but 
    something about it turned her on. 

    She bobbed her head up and down, using her tongue as she took his prick in 
    and out of her mouth. She skimmed his cockmeat with her teeth but not hard 
    enough to hurt. Richie was loving it. He put his hands in her hair and 
    started guiding her to the bucking rhythm of his hips. 

    "Oh, shit," Richie moaned. "This does feel good, bitch. You do know how to 
    give head!" 

    The problem was that she was enjoying it. Mona was taking his prick deep 
    into her throat and she was enjoying it. It was shocking her but she 
    couldn't help it. She enjoyed the taste of his cockmeat deep inside her 
    mouth and it made her pussy tingle. 

    "That's enough, baby," Richie groaned. "Oh, shit, you must love sucking 
    cock, but you give me anymore and I'm going to blow my wad!" 

    That was what Mona wanted. She was hungry for it. She tightened her lips 
    around his cock and moved her head faster. Richie put his hands on the sides 
    of her head and he pulled her savagely away. 

    "I mean it, bitch," he said. "That's enough. Right now I've got a new treat 
    in store for you." 

    "A new treat?" she asked. 

    "You're going to love it, baby," he said. 

    Richie was giving her that look again. She hated it when he looked at her 
    like that. He moved his hand down her back to her asscheeks. His hand 
    caressed her asscheeks. He moved his hands back up to her heavy tits again. 

    "You've got a nice body," Richie said. "I bet you heard that a lot when you 
    were younger. I bet all the high-school boys used to hang around you with 
    their tongues hanging out." 

    "No," she whispered. 

    "Sure they did," he told her. "Only you were always a big bitch snot and you 
    never gave them the time of day. That's the way the bitches used to treat 
    me." 

    "I would have never have treated you that way, Richie," she said, hoping to 
    soothe the sudden anger she heard in his voice. 

    "Oh, yes you would, bitch," he said. "You'd treat me that way. Just another 
    rich bitch. But I found a way to teach them a lesson." 

    "You did?" she asked. 

    "Oh, yeah, bitch. I plug a hole they've never had plugged before. I punish 
    them with my cock!" 

    Mona didn't know what he meant. He was getting up on the bed behind her 
    again, putting his hands on her ass and pulling her asscheeks apart. 

    "You've got such a beautiful ass," he groaned. 

    Richie jabbed a finger into her asshole. He drove his finger into her 
    asshole up to his knuckle, then he started pumping his finger in and out. It 
    made her uncomfortable. 

    "Don't do that," she said. 

    "I'm going to make you like it, cunt," he said. "Besides, just wait until 
    you feel my cock up there!" 

    Mona understood then. She could feel the fear going through her like flame. 
    She jerked at her bonds but she couldn't escape. She had been a little 
    horny, but she was no longer horny. Now she was nothing but scared. 

    "Please don't do that to me," she groaned. "Oh, please don't do that to me!" 

    He only laughed as he stabbed his finger in and out of her asshole. He was 
    driving his finger deep and making her shiver each time. She kept trying to 
    tear herself out of her bonds but she was tied too well. 

    Richie finally took his fingers out of her asshole. He moved up over her 
    body and his hard prick rested against her asshole. She looked back over her 
    shoulder and there were tears in her eyes. 

    "Don't do it!" Mona screamed. "Oh, please don't do that to me. You bastard, 
    don't do that!" 

    Richie rested his cockhead against her tight asshole. He pushed gently and 
    his cockhead easily popped into her tight shitter. Mona wiggled her ass as 
    she tried to escape, but she realized that her wiggling only pulled his cock 
    into her ass deeper. 

    "You've got a nice big ass," he said. "You've got a big fucking ass and I'm 
    going to fuck it!" 

    He stabbed her hard, ramming his prick all the way into her tight asshole so 
    that it filled her completely. Then he gently started moving his cock in and 
    out of her shitter. His heavy balls slapped against her asscheeks as he 
    thrust. 

    "Yeah, I love your ass," he groaned. "You've got a nice big ass and I love 
    it!" 

    Richie reached around and he grabbed her tits. He held onto them tightly as 
    he began to fuck her even harder. It took her a few moments before it didn't 
    feel like a red-hot poker was being shoved into her asshole. 

    "Relax and you'll love it, bitch!" 

    Mona couldn't relax. Not with the way he was ramming her asshole. He was 
    fucking her harder and harder, like he was trying to drive her body through 
    the bed. 

    "You are a sweet little bitch," he groaned. "You are a sweet little bitch 
    with a sweet ass and I'm fucking it good. I'm fucking it so good. I love 
    your ass!" 

    He squeezed her tits as if he were trying to squeeze them off. Already, Mona 
    could feel his cock growing inside her and some of his jism was leaking. She 
    rammed her ass back against him and took his prick as deeply into her 
    asshole as she could manage. She was even starting to get used to that pain. 

    "You fucking bitch," Richie moaned savagely. "You bitch. I love your ass. I 
    love your fucking ass. Oh, shit, it feels good. It feels so fucking good. 
    Fuuuuck!" 

    Richie's hands squeezed her tits again as he pushed deep into her asshole. 
    His prick seemed to explode inside her. Jism shot deep inside her asshole. 
    He pulled back and let some of his cum run down the crack of her ass. 

    "I loved your virgin ass," Richie moaned. "But then, we can't call it that 
    anymore, can we. It's not a virgin ass anymore." 

    Mona kept hearing Richie's laughter long after he had turned her over, 
    chained her up on her back and left her alone. 

     CHAPTER EIGHT 

    Her ass hurt a little from the awful thing Richie had done to her but 
    somehow she managed to drift off to sleep. Her dreams were terrible and she 
    kept waking up in a sweat. She woke up for the third time and realized that 
    there was someone in the room with her. 

    Mona turned her head a little and saw the enormous figure standing by her 
    bed. She didn't even have to be told. There couldn't be two men that big. 

    "What are you doing here?" she asked. 

    "I was just watching you sleep," Hugh said. "You're a very pretty woman when 
    you sleep. Very pretty. Your tits look real nice." 

    "You shouldn't be in here." 

    "I go anywhere in the house I want," Hugh said. "Nobody around here wants to 
    stop me, except Paul, and he's the boss!" 

    Mona realized that it was probably true. Nobody would want to stand up to 
    this man. He was too big and too mean looking. 

    "I'm going to turn on the lights," he said. 

    Hugh flipped them on before she could protest. She was still lying naked and 
    he was able to get a good view of all of her body. He sat down on the edge 
    of the bed and let his gaze move up and down her creamy flesh. It caused her 
    to tremble all over. 

    "I usually don't touch the girls until they do something wrong," Hugh said. 
    "But you're so pretty. Your tits are so big and round, and so nice!" 

    Mona was afraid of this man. There was a look in his eyes that said he could 
    be brutally cruel, but it wasn't only that. He was a man who smelled like an 
    animal. Everything he could do would be geared toward his own pleasure. He 
    would wring her neck if he wanted and he would feel no guilt over it. 

    "Did you see me fuck Tania?" he asked suddenly. 

    "Yes," she answered. 

    "Tania did something wrong," he told her. "I don't know what she did but it 
    was something bad. She didn't last long. She couldn't take my big prick. I 
    bet you could take it." 

    "No, please!" 

    "You think you're too good for my cock?" he asked. 

    "It isn't that. Look, I wouldn't be any good for you. I'm tired. Some other 
    time." 

    "I want your ass now," he said. 

    Mona saw that there was no sense in trying to reason with a man like Hugh. 
    His mentality was geared only toward his own pleasure. He didn't care about 
    anything or anyone. 

    "You are pretty," he said. 

    Mona jerked helplessly at the chains that held her arms above her head. It 
    was no good. She felt tired and frustrated by the things that had been 
    happening to her. This seemed almost like the final straw. 

    "Please don't do anything to me," she said. 

    "I wouldn't hurt you," he told her. "I just want to have a little fun with 
    you!" 

    Hugh put one huge hand on her face. His fingers stroked upward until he was 
    touching her silken hair. Mona had been touched all over by men lately, but 
    none of them had made her skin crawl the way he did. This man was positively 
    scary. 

    He bent down and kissed her mouth. His full lips tasted hot. He lifted his 
    head and licked his lips. The only comparison she could make was that she 
    was looking into the face of some kind of animal. 

    "Please don't hurt me," she whispered. 

    Hugh didn't answer her this time. Instead, his big hand moved up her body 
    and fondled one tit gently. It was strange that his hand could be gentle and 
    that he could make her feel so crazy all over. 

    "Don't do it," she moaned. "Don't make me feel this way!" 

    Now Hugh was grinning and it was an evil grin. He bent his head down. His 
    lips touched at one of her nipples. He sucked it into his mouth as gently as 
    he could. His tongue was like fire as it brushed across her swollen nipple. 
    She couldn't help but respond. Her back arched a little and she pushed more 
    of her tits into his mouth. 

    "Oh, yeah, you liked that," Hugh said. m 

    "I didn't," she moaned. 

    "You liked it. I think you're going to enjoy everything that Hugh is going 
    to do to you." 

    Mona hated Hugh at that moment. She hated all men. She even hated herself 
    and the responses that her body was making to his teasing tongue. 

    "Please don't do anything else to me," she moaned. 

    All of her will to resist had been beaten away. Her body had fought the 
    impulse to come again and again. Now she was tired both physically and 
    mentally and she didn't have the strength to fight anymore. 

    "Your tit tastes good," Hugh said. 

    He slid his face from one swollen tit to the other, his hungry mouth sucking 
    her tits in slowly. She moaned with pleasure. She kept begging him to stop 
    when his teeth scraped her swollen tit. 

    "You shouldn't be doing this to me," she moaned. "I'm a good woman. You 
    shouldn't. You really shouldn't." 

    "Just relax, baby," Hugh said. "A little fucking won't hurt you. It never 
    killed anybody." 

    Hugh moved his lips down her belly. His tongue felt rough and hot. He kissed 
    at her belly button and then his mouth went lower. He was kissing at her 
    pussy hair. He sucked some of her pussy hair into his mouth and dampened it 
    with his tongue. 

    "What are you doing?" she asked. 

    But Mona knew what he was doing-the same thing she had done to Tania. He 
    moved closer to her cunt and his hot breath blew against her pussy. 

    "I'm licking your pussy," Hugh groaned. "Don't you like having your sweet 
    pussy licked?" 

    Mona screamed that she didn't, but there was something exciting going 
    through her. His hot breath was making her tremble. The touch of his tongue 
    made her shudder. 

    He started moving his tongue gently up and down her cuntlips. It was a crazy 
    feeling. Mona didn't want to respond but she couldn't help herself. She was 
    so damned hot already. She found herself lifting her ass up off the bed to 
    meet his tongue. 

    "Yeah," he groaned. "You like that. You like having your pussy licked. You 
    like it, cunt." 

    His tongue brushed between her cuntlips. He pushed it inside her a little 
    and she squirmed in pleasure. He pushed it a little deeper and it was like 
    he was trying to put his tongue into her belly. His hands moved underneath 
    her. 

    "Oh, you shouldn't do that," she moaned. "That makes me fee! so strange. You 
    shouldn't." 

    Hugh slid his big hands underneath her. He lifted her ass up a little and 
    his tongue explored the inside of her heated cunt. His tongue seemed to go 
    everywhere. She could feel his tongue brushing against her clit and it made 
    her shiver. 

    Hugh moved his tongue around her clit again. He sucked her clit inside his 
    mouth and began chewing on it. 

    "Oh, shit, what are you trying to do to me?" she asked. 

    He was making her crazy and he knew it. He kept sucking her pussy and 
    squeezing her asscheeks with his big hands. It sent ripples of pleasure 
    through her body. She didn't even mind when one of his fingers started 
    pushing against her sore asshole. 

    Mom started bucking up against his mouth. It wasn't fair. No woman could be 
    expected to control herself after the treatment she was getting. He was 
    making her crazy. She kept pushing her cunt against his thrusting tongue. 

    Her tangy juices flowed into his mouth and he swallowed them. 

    "You're making me like it, you bastard," she moaned. "I know I shouldn't, 
    but you're making me like it!" 

    Her ass was squirming all over the bed. Now her juices were running out of 
    his lips and wetting her thighs. It was making her feel sticky all over. 
    Mona kept bucking her ass up harder and harder and she knew he was going to 
    make her come. 

    Hugh stopped at the last moment. He lifted his head and loudly licked his 
    lips. Mona kept squirming and she knew he had done exactly what he wanted to 
    do. He had her worked up. Hugh got off the bed and started tearing at his 
    clothes. She was scared of him but she was also fascinated by the lump in 
    his trousers. She could see him pulling down his trousers, then moving over 
    to the bed. 

    "Take my shorts off," he said. 

    This time Mona knew how to do it. She lifted her head as he moved close. He 
    was smiling as she caught the edge of his shorts in her teeth, then started 
    pulling them down. Mona got them over the edge of his cock and sat back. She 
    still couldn't believe how big it was. His prick looked like it would make 
    two normal cocks. She wet her dry lips. 

    "That's all right, baby," he said. "I'll take the rest off myself. I'm going 
    to give you a fucking you won't forget in a long fucking time." 

    Hugh was pulling down his shorts, and Mona could see his huge cock and 
    balls. His balls looked heavy enough to contain a gallon of cum. His cock 
    was so damned big that she knew it was going to tear her in half. 

    The funny thing was that Mona wanted it at that moment. She actually needed 
    it. She was shivering as she thought about it. She watched him approach the 
    bed again. 

    "Do you like my cock, baby?" he asked. "Do you think my prick is big 
    enough?" 

    "Oh, yes," she moaned. "I think your cock is plenty big enough. It's the 
    biggest I've ever seen!" 

    "Kiss it, bitch," he told her. 

    Hugh moved around to her lips. Mona shut her lips together. She opened them 
    again. She felt a quick surge of pleasure going through her body as she 
    thought about kissing his cock. 

    "Kiss it for me, bitch," he said again. "Kiss it and suck it for me. You 
    know you want it." 

    Mona was shivering all over. He moved close enough for her to press her lips 
    against his swollen cockhead. She tasted pre-cum on her lips. He grabbed 
    both sides of her head. 

    "Now you just relax, baby," he told her. "I'm going to put it deep into your 
    mouth, and you just relax." 

    Hugh started pushing gently. His big prick went over her silken tongue and 
    into the back of her throat. She couldn't take but half his cock inside her 
    mouth. It was like a horse's cock, choking her. It felt so damn big. 

    "Come on, bitch," Hugh said. "I know you, baby. You can take it all. Come on 
    and swallow it." 

    "No, please," she moaned. 

    Hugh could hardly hear her words because they were so muffled by his swollen 
    cockmeat. He pushed a little more in. His big prick went deeper into her 
    throat. Mona knew she was going to choke to death. She started gagging and 
    he pulled back. There was a growing excitement in her. She was actually 
    thinking about taking all of his cockmeat. She swallowed nervously as he 
    pushed it back into her throat a little deeper. 

    Hugh gave another slight push, and she had taken it all. Mona had all of his 
    throbbing cockmeat inside her mouth. Even Hugh seemed surprised that she had 
    been able to take it. He left his cock inside her mouth for a few moments. 
    Then he slowly pulled it out. 

    "You are something else, baby," he said. "You're really special. You know 
    how to suck cock!" 

    He started moving his hips. Again, she was aware of the sweet pleasure that 
    went through her body as she held his cock inside her mouth. When she felt 
    his throbbing cockhead at the back of her throat, that also excited her. 

    "Oh, shit, baby," Hugh said. "You can suck cock better than any woman I've 
    ever been with. Even Tania can't suck cock like you can!" 

    It was strange that she felt so pleased at his compliment. It made her suck 
    harder. She had never believed that she could enjoy sucking cock but she did 
    now. 

    "All right, baby," he said. "That's enough. Now I want to fuck you. Now I 
    want to stuff you with my cock!" 

    "Oh, yes," she moaned. "That's what I want. I want your big cock inside me!" 

    Hugh pulled his prick out of her mouth. He moved over her body and his huge 
    weight almost crushed her flat. She knew his prick was going to tear her in 
    half but somehow she didn't mind. It was almost the way she wanted to go. 

    "Give it to me," she whispered. "I want to feel it. I want your cock inside 
    me!" 

    Mona wanted it bad. She grasped as the swollen head of his cock touched her 
    pussy. Suddenly she didn't care that she was getting raped. She didn't care 
    about anything but having his huge cock inside her cunt. 

    "I don't care if I am like a whore," she said. "I need it. I need it bad!" 

    Hugh started moving forward. Just the head of his cock filled her cunt walls 
    and seemed to stretch her pussy out of shape. He moved a little more, and 
    her pussy was being torn apart. 

    "It's so big," she groaned. "I don't know if I can take it. It's so damned 
    big!" 

    "You can take it, baby," he said. 

    Mona still wasn't sure if she could take it, but Hugh wasn't giving her any 
    choice. He was pushing again. His big cock was filling her pussy completely. 
    He shoved again and the rest of his cock went easily into her cunt. 

    "Oh, shit," she moaned. "I've never gotten so much inside me before. It's so 
    big!" 

    "I'm going to fuck your ass off, baby," he said. 

    Hugh began to fuck her with hard strokes. His thrusts took his cock deep 
    into her pussy. 

    He was in so deep that she was afraid that his cock was going to come out 
    her mouth. 

    Mona lifted her legs high and she wrapped them around his broad back, and 
    suddenly his cock was in deeper. It was the greatest thing she had ever 
    felt. It filled her so much that she felt like her body was stuffed with 
    cock. She moved her ass up off the bed as she tried to take his prick in 
    even deeper. 

    "That's it, baby," he groaned. Go crazy. Go fucking crazy. You love it, 
    bitch!" 

    "I am a bitch," she moaned. "I do love it. I can't help it. It feels so 
    damned good." 

    Mona had been fighting the feelings for so long that it was almost relaxing 
    to give into them. She started bucking her ass faster and she could smell 
    his steamy cockmeat. Her cunt juices slowed down the insides of her thighs. 

    "It feels fucking good," she moaned. "Shit, it feels so fucking good. Oh, 
    shit, I love it!" 

    Mona went crazy. She was an animal who gave into her feelings completely. 
    She kept lifting her ass as high as she could and taking his prick deep 
    inside her pussy. She was squeezing her cunt walls together each time he 
    thrust. 

    "I'm going to come," she moaned. "Oh, shit, I'm going to come. It does feel 
    good. It feels so fuuuucking good!" 

    It happened so fast that Mona could hardly control it. She felt the quick 
    spasms going through her. She bucked her ass as the flood of juices wet the 
    insides of her thighs. She kept raising her ass even after the last few 
    tingles went through her body. 

    "You make me feel so fucking good," she groaned. 

    "I haven't even started yet!" Hugh yelled. 

    He was driving his cock into her like a wild man. His bloated cockhead 
    seemed to rub against her clit each time he thrust. Then it seemed to thrust 
    through her body and into her belly. His cock just felt too damned big, but 
    she didn't mind it anymore. 

    "Give it to me harder," she moaned. "Fill me up with cum. Fill me up with 
    fucking cum!" 

    "You bitch," he said. "I'm going to fill you up. I'm going to fill up your 
    fucking cunt. Oh, shiiit!" 

    He fucked it into her savagely and his prick started spurting thick cum into 
    her pussy. He kept fucking her and his prick filled her pussy with cum, then 
    slid out of her pussy to wet her thighs. He kept ramming his cock into her 
    until the last few drops had drained into her cunt. 

    "Fucking nice, baby," Hugh finally said. "Fucking nice. You're kind of nice 
    to have around. I hope you are around a long time." 

     CHAPTER NINE 

    The day was half over when Don awakened her. Mona was sore all over, but Don 
    didn't seem to care. He pulled her out of bed and into the bathroom. She 
    took a long hot shower, and he put out perfumes for her to put on. Mona 
    didn't feel like fighting with him, so she put the perfumes on. 

    There was long, black, slinky nightgown on the bed when she got out of the 
    shower. Don was waiting and she didn't protest. She put on the nightgown and 
    wore a pair of black panties underneath but nothing up top. Don fastened her 
    hands behind her with rope that hurt her. 

    "Put the high-heeled shoes back on," Don said. 

    Mona put the high heeled shoes on, then she followed Don out of the room. 
    She wanted to ask him where he was taking her this time but she didn't. He 
    never answered her anyway, so it wasn't worth the bother. 

    Mona was taken down another long dark hallway. At the end of the hall there 
    was a raised platform. It led to another door. Behind the door, she could 
    hear cheering and whistling and loud music. 

    "All right, bitch," Don said. "You listen and listen good. This time you're 
    going to walk out on stage. There's going to be a lot of men around you. All 
    you have to do is dance for them. They'll take care of the rest." 

    "I don't understand," she said. 

    "You dance, bitch," Don said. "That's all you have to worry about. You 
    fucking dance, and dance sexy. You don't and you'll go back in the training 
    room for another treatment." 

    Mona shivered. One thing she knew for sure was that she never wanted to be 
    whipped again. She couldn't think of anything that could be done to her that 
    would be worse than what had already happened. She would just have to keep 
    trying until she had a chance to get away. 

    The music stopped and she tensed herself. The door opened and Tania came 
    down the stairs. The blonde looked a little wild-eyed and she was completely 
    naked. She was brushing at her face with her hands, and Mona realized she 
    was trying to brush away thick drops of cum that half covered her eyes. 

    "Don't just stand there," Don said. "Your turn, bitch!" 

    Don pushed her in the small of the back, and Mona practically stumbled up 
    the stairs. She walked out into the bright lights and realized that she was 
    standing on some sort of stage. There were lights shining up into her eyes. 

    Mona realized that there were men seated all around the stage and she could 
    barely make out their faces. She felt like she had suddenly been thrown into 
    a cage with dozens of wild animals. Mona wanted to turn and run but she 
    heard the clicking of the lock behind her and she knew there was no place to 
    go. 

    "Dance, baby," someone shouted. "Dance, you bitch." 

    The music was wild and fast. Mona started dancing. She could feel the rhythm 
    of the music getting into her body. It had been a long time since Mona had 
    danced. Back in high school. Then it had only been slow dances, and she had 
    been fully dressed. 

    Mona had never done anything like this, moving fast and trying to keep her 
    tits from falling out of her slinky nightgown. She was sweating. She was 
    finding it hard to stand in the high-heeled shoes. 

    "Move over here, bitch," someone said. 

    The brunette moved close to the footlights and a hand clamped around her 
    leg. She couldn't move free. Someone grabbed the end of her nightgown. She 
    tried to jerk free and the nightgown gave way. The nightgown was ripped down 
    her body, and Mona was left in nothing but her panties. 

    "Hot damn!" someone shouted. "Look at those fucking tits." 

    "What a fucking pair of jugs," someone else said. 

    "Move over here, bitch," a harsh voice said. "Bend over and give me a taste 
    of those." 

    Mona was trying to cover herself with her hands. She had never felt so 
    naked. She backed away but there was somebody suddenly up on stage with her. 
    He had his big arms wrapped around her, pulling her back against him. 

    "Come on, baby," he told her. "You're not giving the guys a good show. You 
    can give them a good show. Dance and shake those tits a little more." 

    He got off the stage and she was left alone again. She could see their faces 
    now and they were wild animals. They looked at her hungrily, and she was 
    afraid that one of them was going to jump back up on stage with her. She 
    started swaying to the music and stopped trying to hide her tits. 

    "That's the way," someone was shouting. "That's the fucking way. It's 
    fucking great!" 

    Her tits were bouncing up and down as she danced. Mona could fee! a hot flow 
    of passion going through her. It was a strange feeling. She didn't think she 
    would feel anything at all in front of all these men, but she was feeling 
    something. 

    "Dance, baby," a man shouted. "They look real good. Those tits look real 
    good. Shake them, bitch. Shake those fucking tits!" 

    Mona shook them. She moved faster on the stage and it was making her tired 
    and sweaty. 

    She had to dodge the hands that kept trying to reach for her legs. Mona had 
    the feeling that she couldn't dodge them forever. 

    "Shake that ass, baby!" a man shouted. "Come on and show us that pussy!" 

    Mona had known that was coming. She tried to ignore the voice by dancing 
    away from it, but suddenly someone had her by the leg. She tried to tear 
    herself away, but the man's grip was like steel. She was being pulled off 
    the stage and into a crowd of waiting hands. 

    "Get the bitch's panties off," a man groaned. "I want to see that fucking 
    pussy!" 

    Mona struggled against them, but it did no good. Her panties were torn off 
    of her, then she was naked. Hands explored her thighs and pressed her legs 
    apart. Fingers rubbed her pussy. Other fingers rubbed her ass and her tits. 

    "Put her back on stage," someone else shouted. "Let us all see. We want to 
    see that cunt." 

    Mona was lifted back on stage again. She was trembling in fear and 
    humiliation, but she started dancing again. She couldn't seem to do anything 
    else. She was swaying her body to the fast-paced music. It seemed to get 
    inside her body and make her move. 

    "What a fucking bitch!" a man screamed. "I've got to have some of that. I've 
    got to have some of that cunt!" 

    A man was on stage with her again. Mona looked at him in horror. He looked 
    drunk. His pants were unzipped and his half-hard prick was hanging out. 

    "Are you going to get on your back or am I going to have to knock you down?" 
    the man asked. "It don't make a shit with me. I get your pussy either way." 

    The man looked as if he really intended to knock her down. She knew she was 
    facing impossible odds. Fighting him would only get her into more trouble. 
    She could get hurt badly with the man as horny as he was. She sighed and 
    shrugged her shoulders. 

    "I'm getting down," Mona said. 

    "She's ready for it," the man shouted. "She wanted it and she's fucking 
    ready for it!" 

    The man was nearly at her side as she sat down on the stage. He was already 
    pushing Mona onto her back. He wasn't going to waste any time. His cock 
    looked huge as he spread her legs apart with one big hand. 

    "Now you just stretch out and enjoy it, baby," he said. "I'm going to make 
    you happier than you've ever been." 

    He put both his hands on her tits, then held onto them tightly as he thrust 
    forward slowly. His huge cockhead split her cuntlips and pushed into her. 

    "She's tight," he groaned. "She's fucking tight. Oh, shit, I love her cunt!" 

    He slipped his hands underneath her body to grab her asscheeks. He lifted 
    her up as he suddenly fucked his cock into her deep. She groaned as she felt 
    how deeply his prick was going inside her cunt. 

    Somehow it seemed to be even more humiliating to have this man fuck her. At 
    least she had known the others, but this man was a complete stranger and he 
    was rutting over her body like an animal. 

    "Fuck me back, bitch," he said. "Shake that fucking ass for me. Move your 
    ass to the music." 

    He started fucking her savagely while the other men shouted encouragement. 
    His prick seemed to split her open with every thrust. She could actually 
    feel his cock growing inside her pussy. His fat cockhead was rubbing against 
    her clit. She felt quick spasms of pleasure. 

    "Oh, no," she moaned. "Not like this. Please, not like this." 

    But she was feeling it. She was feeling the growing pleasure inside her 
    pussy. Her cunt was dripping juice, and the man was fucking her even harder. 

    "Oh, shit!" the man screamed. "I'm going to fucking blow my wad. I'm fucking 
    blowing it. Oh, shiiiit!" 

    He fucked her deeply and his prick exploded in thick gusts of jism. He 
    rammed her again, then pulled his prick out of her so that the rest of his 
    cum gushed onto her belly. 

    "Don't mess her up yet!" someone shouted. "I want some of that sweet pussy!" 

    For the first time, Mona realized what was actually going to happen to her 
    on this stage. She was going to be gang-banged. All of her horrible dreams 
    were going to come true. She started struggling to get away, but there were 
    already hands clutching at her. 

    "Turn over, bitch," a man was saying. "Turn over and slide up on my prick!" 

    Mona flipped over onto her belly and on top of a man. Her pussy was 
    beginning to feel sore, but she knew it was only beginning as the man 
    started guiding his prick up into her curt. She squeezed her thighs together 
    and captured his cockhead just inside her cunt. 

    Mona sat down on his prick, taking it all the way inside her cunt. At the 
    same time, she felt another man behind her. He was placing his cockhead 
    against the entrance to her shitter, pushing gently, and his cockhead popped 
    into her asshole. She was getting two cocks at once. It made her feel odd. 

    "Come on, baby," he groaned. "Shake that ass for me." 

    She pushed her ass back against him, and his cockhead went all the way 
    inside her. She had two cocks inside her. They both started fucking her with 
    the same hard rhythm. She had never thought this would happen to her. 

    "Fuck her harder!" someone shouted. "Give the bitch her due. Fuck her 
    silly." 

    The two men began fucking her harder. At the same time, the others crowded 
    in closer and started putting their hands where they could find bare flesh. 
    Her tits and her ass was being played with. Someone was rubbing his cock 
    against her cheek. Mona turned her head and a rubbery cockhead rubbed 
    against her lips. 

    "Come on, baby," a rough voice said. "You can take it. Come on and take it 
    deep!" 

    Mona opened her mouth, and his cock slid over her tongue and into the back 
    of her throat. Grabbing both sides of her head, he held her tight against 
    his cock. His prick slipped in deeper. He pushed his cock all the way to the 
    back of her throat. Mona could hardly get her breath. The other men were 
    still fucking her with brutal thrusts. 

    There was a burning excitement going through her. Mona didn't want to feel 
    it, but she couldn't help it. It was a savage excitement that caused her to 
    shiver all over. She started trying to thrust back and down at the same 
    time. 

    "Shit, the bitch is trying to suck my cock off," the man groaned. "She's 
    swallowing me alive." 

    "Let her swallow you!" someone else shouted. "Let her swallow your fucking 
    prick!" 

    He grabbed both sides of her head and started ramming her as hard as he 
    could. He was getting his prick as deeply into her mouth as it was possible. 
    She was sucking for more and tasting his salty cum in her mouth. 

    A man had stepped forward and grabbed her head. Mona didn't realize what he 
    was doing until she felt her silken hair being wrapped around his swollen 
    cock. He was fucking her hair. 

    Another man had grabbed her hand, and Mona was completely helpless to do 
    anything about it. He forced her to wrap her fingers around his cock. She 
    moved her hand up and down without having to be told. 

    "Oh, fuck," the man fucking her ass cried. "I'm going to come. I'm going to 
    blow my fucking wad. Oh, fucking shiiit!" 

    He stabbed her brutally. His cum spurted in thick streams. It made her ass 
    feel sticky. She felt him pulling his prick out of her ass, but another man 
    was already shoving his prick at her ass, then slipping his cockhead inside 
    her shitter. 

    Someone else grabbed her other hand, and now she was jerking off two cocks 
    while she was being fucked everywhere possible. Mona knew that she should 
    have felt horrible. Instead, the pleasure seemed to grow inside her a little 
    more. Her cunt juices started running down the sides of her legs. 

    "Oh, fuck," the man ramming her pussy groaned. "Oh, fuck, it feels good. I'm 
    going to shoot my wad. I'm going to shoot my fucking wad. Oh, shiiit!" 

    Mona sat down hard on his cock and felt the first of his jism spurting up 
    into her cunt. At the same time, the man who was fucking her mouth started 
    gasping for breath, and then his prick was erupting into her throat. Mona 
    started swallowing as fast as she could. She could taste cum all over her 
    mouth as she swallowed. 

    They weren't going to stop. They were making her crazy. They kept pushing 
    and shoving cocks into her. Every second. Mona kept fingering the cocks and 
    she felt one man's prick erupt all over her fingers and down her wrists. She 
    was beginning to feel sticky all over. 

    The man finished in her asshole with a sudden hard spurting of his jism. He 
    gave her another couple of thrusts, then slowly pulled his prick out of her. 
    For the first time, she wasn't being filled but the men still weren't done 
    with her. A half dozen grinning men gathered around her and started jerking 
    their cocks. She looked up into their faces. 

    All of their faces were bloated with lust. None of them showed any mercy as 
    they jerked their cocks off. Mona suddenly started feeling little drops of 
    cum on her skin. She saw the men jerking off. She could see the thick white 
    drops of their cum coming toward her. Then she was being covered with it. It 
    was running down her face and streaking her hair. It was covering her pussy 
    and tits. She had never felt so much cum. 

    Mona lay there for a while without moving. She wondered why she had not 
    come. She could have come a couple of times. Someone reached down and 
    grabbed her by her hair. She looked up and saw that it was Hugh. 

    "Come on, bitch," Hugh said. "It's time you and I had a little party!" 

    "I'm tired," she whispered. 

    "You're going to get a lot more tired before I'm done with you, bitch," he 
    said. 

    Hugh pulled her up to her feet, and she followed him into the hallway 
    outside the room. She was too tired to do anything else. He walked her out 
    to a stairwell. 

    "We're going to go up to my room for some fun and games, baby," Hugh said. 
    "This is going to be a night you won't forget." 

     CHAPTER TEN 

    Hugh had dragged her up to his room, tied her hands to the end of the bed 
    and now sat watching her for a moment. His eyes were hot with lust. She saw 
    him rubbing his huge cock. 

    "This time I'm going to give it to you all night long," Hugh told her. "I 
    was tired last time. This time I'm going to make you scream." 

    "Please don't do any more to me," she said. "I don't think I can stand any 
    more." 

    "You love it, bitch," Hugh said. "You love prick. You know you do. You love 
    cock. You love fucking cock. There's nothing you like better. And you're 
    going to get all you want." 

    They both heard the movement in the hallway at the same time. Hugh looked 
    puzzled. He went to the door and opened it to look when, suddenly, there was 
    a heavy thumping sound. 

    Hugh stepped back from the door and shook his head as if he were trying to 
    clear away some cobwebs. 

    Mona gave a cry when Edward stepped into the room. Her husband was holding a 
    big board and he brought it crashing down on Hugh's head once again. Hugh 
    went down to his knees. Edward brought the board down a third time and Hugh 
    hit the ground on his face. 

    "I'm so glad to see you," Mona said. 

    "I bet you are," Edward said. He sounded angry, and she couldn't understand 
    that. Well, she would soon find out once she got out of this place. There 
    was a lot that she was going to have to pay Edward back for. 

    Edward undid her hands and helped her to her feet. He was still not smiling 
    as he took off his shirt, then wrapped it around her shoulders. 

    "Let's get the shit out of here," Edward said. 

    They didn't get very far. Don blocked their way. He was grinning and holding 
    a metal pipe. Edward picked up his piece of board. Mona was frightened 
    again. She didn't think that Edward was any match for the muscular Don. 

    "Let me pass, mother fucker," Edward said. "Let me pass or I'll break your 
    head open." 

    "I don't believe you can do it," Don said. 

    Don was still smiling when Edward moved quicker than a striking snake. Mona 
    couldn't believe that Edward had that much speed. He smashed the board on 
    the side of Don's face and stunned him. Don tried to move in with the piece 
    of pipe, but Edward slashed again. Don looked really surprised as he dropped 
    to his knees. He was still trying to get back up when Edward hit him with 
    the board again. Don got a blank look and pitched forward on his face. 
    Edward grabbed her hand and stepped over him. 

    "Come on," he said. 

    They were going to make it this time. There was nobody to stop them but 
    Richie, and Richie wasn't going to try. He was standing by the doorway, 
    holding an envelope. 

    "Paul said to let you go," Richie said. "He said you weren't that good a 
    piece of ass anyway. But he said to give you these and tell you he's got 
    plenty more if you get any ideas about going to the police. They'd look good 
    all over town." 

    Edward gave him a dirty look as he took the envelope. They walked out into 
    the cool air. Nothing had changed since she had last been outside. It seemed 
    like the entire world should have changed. 

    "The car's over here," Edward said. 

    Mona had never known that her husband could be like this. Edward was acting 
    tough. He had taken down two big, strong men as if he did it all the time. 
    He was in complete control. 

    "Get in the car," Edward said. 

    Mona wanted to say something to him but she didn't. There was a new feeling 
    about him tonight and she wasn't ready to start a fight with him. It felt 
    too good to be free. 

    Edward drove home slowly. Mona was glad to see her house. She felt like she 
    had died and gone to heaven as she walked into the living room. It only 
    lasted for a few minutes as Edward went over to the couch and opened up the 
    envelope. He went through the pictures slowly and his face grew angrier with 
    each one. 

    Finally he looked up at her. "You filthy slut." 

    "What?" 

    "Look at those. I thought you were going through hell. It doesn't look like 
    you're going through hell." 

    Mona bent down and started going through the pictures. The photos were not 
    faked. They were pictures of her and different men. It was obvious that they 
    had photographed her when she was loving what was happening. There were 
    looks of intense joy on her face. Even Mona didn't know that she had been 
    feeling that good. 

    "They raped me," she said. "They treated me badly. I had to pretend or they 
    would have hurt me more." 

    "Bull shit," he said. "You're not pretending in that picture, are you? Look 
    at you. You look like you're getting fucked with a donkey's cock and you're 
    loving it." 

    "It's not true," she said. 

    But it was true and Edward knew it. There was no sense in trying to lie to 
    him. He could j see it in her eyes. 

    Mona knew what was coming even before his hard fist came around in a savage 
    swipe. It nearly took the top of her head off. She went backwards and 
    sprawled on the floor. He was looking at her as if he was going to kill her. 
    She didn't try to get back up. 

    "Please don't hurt me anymore," she moaned. "Please don't. I've been hurt so 
    much." 

    "You enjoyed it, didn't you?" he asked. "Tell me the truth. You enjoyed it." 

    "Yes," she admitted. "I liked some of it." 

    "You filthy bitch," he said. "You always treated your pussy like it was made 
    of gold. You even undressed in the dark so I wouldn't see your naked body. I 
    thought you were just being a good girl. You stupid bitch. I didn't know 
    what you needed. Well, there are going to be some changes around here." 

    "Changes?" Mona whimpered. "That's fucking right. Now take off that fucking 
    shirt." 

    For some reason, her heart was pounding rapidly. Mona had forgotten all the 
    things that she had been going to say to her husband. Now all she could 
    think about was how he was making her feel at that moment. Her husband had 
    never been such a forceful man. In one evening, Mona had seen him beat up 
    two men and now he was commanding her to undress. She could hardly wait to 
    do it. 

    "I'm taking it all off," she said. "I'll do what you want. I'm taking it 
    off!" 

    Mona undid the buttons down the front. She slipped the shirt off her 
    shoulders while her husband watched with a strange gleam in his eyes. She 
    dropped it on the floor. 

    "This is the first time I've gotten a really good look at you, baby," he 
    said. "I like you this way. Buck-assed naked. I'm going to really enjoy our 
    new relationship. Now fix me a drink." 

    Mona went to fix him a drink. She made it strong. For a moment, she had a 
    thought of turning on him. She wouldn't be treated like this by her own 
    husband! One look at his face made her humble again. 

    Edward reached up and he pulled her down into his lap. One hand fondled her 
    tit as he sipped his drink. His hand grew rougher as he drank more. Mona 
    could feel a quick stir in her belly. He was making her hot. The whole 
    situation was making her hot. 

    "What do you want me to do?" she asked. "I'll do anything to make things up 
    to you for the way I've acted." 

    "I like that picture," he said. 

    It was a picture of Mona with a cock in her mouth. She understood 
    immediately what her husband wanted and she was more than willing. A growing 
    excitement pounded in her body. She went down on her knees in front of him 
    and spread his legs open wide. Mona was trembling as she undid his belt and 
    pulled down his zipper. 

    She pulled his trousers down to his knees, then bent down and touched her 
    lips against his cock hairs. Mona could smell his prick and the sense seemed 
    to spread through her body. She licked at his belly a little more. 

    At the same time, Mona was pulling his trousers and shorts down to his 
    knees. She had freed his cock. She looked at it and licked her lips. Her 
    husband's prick had never looked more beautiful to her than at that moment. 

    Mona bent her head, letting her hair fall around her face. She licked his 
    cock gently. She swirled her tongue around his cockhead and got it wet with 
    her spit. Then she raised her head and looked down at his red, bloated 
    cockhead. 

    "I bet you've had plenty of practice doing this lately," he told her. 
    "Some," she admitted. 

    "Well, do it good, baby," he said. "Enjoy yourself with it. I want you to 
    love my fucking cock!" 

    Mona didn't say anything as she bent her head over his prick again. She 
    carefully took the head of his cock inside her mouth, then let it rest on 
    her silken tongue for a moment. She started sucking on it a little more, and 
    his prick was sliding into the back of her throat. 

    Mona deep-throated him. She held his swollen cockhead at the deepest part of 
    her throat and closed her lips tightly around his swollen prick. Edward 
    groaned and grabbed the back of her head. He started pushing gently. 

    "You fucking bitch," he groaned. "That feels so fucking good. Your mouth 
    feels so fucking good. Oh, shit!" 

    Edward kept pushing until his cock was even deeper inside her throat. Mona 
    almost choked but she kept sucking. He pulled her head back, and she let her 
    teeth skim across his throbbing cockmeat. Mona raised her head and looked 
    into his face. He was really enjoying himself. His face was bloated with 
    lust. 

    Edward put his hands on the sides of her head, guiding her head in the 
    direction that he wanted her to go. She moved her head slowly up and down. 
    Her teeth skimmed his prick gently. Mona thought that she would get good at 
    this if she did it often enough. And she was planning to do a lot of it with 
    her husband. 

    "Fucking nice, bitch," he groaned. "That does feel fucking nice. You know 
    how to make me feel good!" 

    One hand stayed on her head. His other hand moved down to her tits. Edward 
    started moving his hand from one creamy tit to the other. He squeezed her 
    tit flesh and made her shiver. His fingers stroked her nipples. 

    "Your tits feel good and hard," he said. "I bet you're getting turned on 
    doing this. I bet it makes your pussy hot." 

    It was crazy but it was making Mona's pussy hot. It was causing a shivering 
    excitement all through her body. She was beginning to like the taste and 
    smell of cockmeat. She sucked at his prick harder and used her tongue on his 
    bloated cockmeat. 

    "I'm fucking your face," he said. "I've always wanted to do this, and now 
    I'm fucking your face. Shit, it feels good!" 

    His ass started coming up off the couch and he was fucking his rigid prick 
    even deeper into her throat. She was moaning softly each time his hips 
    moved. 

    "Shit, I'm getting my prick so deep, so fucking deep," he groaned. "It feels 
    so fucking good!" 

    Edward acted like he was trying to squeeze her tit off. She didn't mind 
    that. She didn't mind anything her husband wanted to do. He was her master 
    at that moment. 

    Edward pulled her head away from his prick and she didn't like that. Sucking 
    his cock was giving her that same feeling. 

    "What do you want me to do?" she asked. 

    "Take a shower first," he said. "Right fucking now. And wait for me up on 
    the bed. In the doggie position." 

    "Yes, sir," she said. 

    Mona wasn't the same woman she had been a few days before. Now she was 
    nothing but a cunt who needed fucking. She didn't ever want to give her 
    husband a hard time again. All she wanted was to pleasure him. All those 
    awful men had made her appreciate him a lot more than she had. 

    Mona went upstairs and into her bedroom. She took a long, hot shower and it 
    made her body tingle. She got out and dried herself off, then went to the 
    bed. She remembered this bed as the one she had fucked with her husband on. 
    Now she wasn't just going to fuck with him. She was going to fuck him like 
    an animal. She was going to do anything he wanted. 

    The brunette got up on the bed on her hands and knees. She spread her legs 
    apart wide so that he could see her cunt when he walked in. She bent her 
    head down to her pillow. 

    It didn't take long before her husband came up. Edward stood in the doorway, 
    sipping his drink and appreciating the view she was offering him. 

    "Come on and fuck me, honey," she whispered. "I want your big cock bad." 

    "You talk like a slut," he said. 

    "I am a slut," she said. "I'm anything you want me to be. I'll do anything 
    you want, baby. I'll be anything you want." 

    Edward came over to the bed and he sat down. His hand moved down her curvy 
    ass and around to her pussy. He touched her cunt, and she shivered with 
    pleasure. 

    "You like that, baby?" he asked. 

    "Oh, yes," she whispered. "It makes me feel so wet and tingly all over." 

    "You sure have changed. Maybe it was a good thing for you to be kidnapped. 
    You've acted like a cold-hearted bitch long enough. You acted like your 
    pussy was gold. You sure aren't acting like that right now." 

    Edward shoved a finger into her pussy, then moved it around inside her. He 
    started rubbing his finger against her clit. Mona had been hot all night 
    long, and his finger's touch made her want to jump out of her skin. She 
    rubbed her pussy against his finger. 

    "You make me feel good," she said. 

    Edward shoved another finger into her pussy. He started shoving his fingers 
    in and out, and it was making her tremble all over. He rubbed his fingers 
    against her clit, and it aroused her animal needs. 

    "I want to be fucked," she moaned. "I want your big cock inside me. I need 
    it bad!" 

    Edward didn't fuck her right away. He seemed to be enjoying the heat he had 
    caused in her body. He moved around to her back and let his tongue brush 
    against her asscheeks. She bucked back against him with a moan of pleasure. 

    "Don't do that," she moaned. "That feels good. Oh, please don't do that to 
    me!" 

    He licked at her asscheeks for a moment, then pushed her, and she rolled 
    over onto her back. Her plump thighs were spread open, and he bent his head 
    to lick at her cuntlips. He started pushing his tongue between her cuntlips, 
    and it made her shiver. 

    "You're making me so crazy," she moaned. 

    Edward spread her thighs a little more apart. He stabbed his tongue between 
    the plump lips of her cunt. Reaching down, she grabbed the back of his head. 
    His mouth was filling up with her cunt juice, but he didn't seem to mind. 

    "I need it bad," she moaned. "I need your cock. I need your cock bad. I want 
    it in my cunt right now!" 

    "That's just what I'm going to do, baby," he assured her. 

    He moved up her body and rested his swollen cockhead against her cunt. He 
    pushed just a little and his prickhead rested against the entrance to her 
    pussy. 

    "Lift your ass up high," he told her. 

    Mona lifted her ass off the bed until she was where he wanted her. She 
    gasped as he stabbed his prick deep into her hot pussy. He left his cock 
    inside her for a moment without moving. 

    "Shit, it's good," he groaned. "It's been so long since I had your ass. It 
    feels so fucking good!" 

    Edward began fucking her. Her husband wasn't fucking her as he usually did. 
    He wasn't gentle with her this time. He fucked her like Hugh had fucked her, 
    and she loved it. 

    She needed to be treated this way. 

    "I love your cock," she whispered. "You're making me feel so damned good!" 

    Edward fucked her with wild, hard strokes. Mona could feel his throbbing 
    cockhead going deep into her pussy. She lifted her ass as high as she could. 
    She had never been fucked this good before, not even by Hugh. It felt like 
    her skin was on fire. 

    "I love your cock," she groaned. "Oh, shit, I do love your big cock!" 

    Her husband had either gotten experience somewhere, or he was suddenly 
    better with his cock than she had ever dreamed he was. He was fucking her 
    hard and fast, and she felt tingly all over. 

    "I'm going to come," she moaned. "Your big cock is going to make me come. It 
    feels good. Oh, shiiiit!" 

    Mona's body seemed to explode in a dozen different directions at once. She 
    could feel his body's jerking movements and she knew he was getting ready. 

    "You fucking whore," he moaned. "You sweet fucking whore. I'm going to blow 
    my fucking wad. Fuuuuuck!" 

    Edward groaned as his thick spurts of jism filled her cunt and smeared the 
    sides of her thighs. He kept fucking his prick into her pussy for a long 
    while. Finally his body relaxed. Mona kept moving her ass for him until he 
    pulled away. 

    "You are a fucking whore," he said. 

    "I'll be your whore from now on," she promised. "I'll be anything you want. 
    I promise. I'll suck your prick. I'll let you fuck me in the ass. I'll let 
    you do anything, anytime you want it. That's a promise." 

    And Edward knew that she meant every word of it. 


THE END
