Nathan Silvers

Widow in bondage

CHAPTER ONE

Strong hands grabbed hold of Karen Anderson's arms the moment she stepped into her dead husband's office. She started to scream, but another hand closed tightly around her long, slender throat and cut off the cry. She struggled for a moment, but the pain in her arms and lack of oxygen soon quieted her. In the darkness she couldn't even see her attackers. Her husband's plant had always had top-notch security, how had someone managed to get inside and all the way into his office?

The lights came on, and now Karen wanted to scream even more. Standing in front of her was her husband's partner, Mark Drey!

Twisting her head around she saw that the man holding her from behind was the plant foreman, Wayne Waldheim. Just an hour before, as her first act as new head of her husband's company, she had presented Mark with a forced buy-out plan that would drive him from the company, and she had given Wayne his walking papers. She'd never liked either one of them.

"Let me go this instant!" Karen hissed between clenched teeth. Mark's hand around her throat was still blocking off most of her air, and she felt a little faint. "You two must be crazy as well as crooked and incompetent. I'll have you in prison for this!"

"You're a beautiful woman, Karen," Mark said mildly. He was a giant of a man with a full black beard and steely eyes. He owned parts of a hundred different companies. "Much better than your limp-pricked husband ever deserved. But you're a bitch, and you made a mistake when you fucked with me. Now I'm going to have to humble you!"

"What he means," Wayne drawled laconically from behind her, "is fuck your hot little ass into the dirt!"

Karen began to struggle again, her eyes widening and her heart hammering in her chest. They couldn't mean that. Trying to scare her into backing down was one thing, even breaking into her new office and trying to force her to listen to them. But rape? She couldn't believe that a man as powerful as Mark Drey would do something so stupid.

But she could see the lust in Mark's eyes and she knew they were serious. She'd seen this look before, from boys she wouldn't date in school, from men who came to see her dance before her marriage, from the men who worked for her husband.

It was a mix of lust and hatred, and though she'd always loved getting that look before, now she dreaded it, because unlike all the others, Mark could act on what he felt.

Mark smiled when he saw the dawning terror in Karen's eyes. He stepped back, surveying her openly, inspecting her body. She was an exquisitely beautiful woman.

She was tall, with a dancer's long, muscled legs and tight, taut ass. Her waist was narrow, her stomach cupping in beneath the cut of her ribs. Her tits, though not too large, thrust high and firm on her chest. She was sleek and tanned, made for sex, and Mark was going to put her to use.

Even her face was perfect. High cheekbones, full lips, blonde hair struck through with darker highlights. Her eyes were wide and brown, her nose long and straight.

Mark wanted to see her full lips straining around his cock. He wanted to see her perfect features dripping with his cum.

She wore pearls, a fluffy, pale-pink sweater, stylish pants in the same color, white three-inch heels. Mark took hold of the collar of her sweater with both hands and yanked down as hard as he could, ripping the front to shreds.

"No," Karen whimpered. They were actually going to fuck her. She could see it in their eyes. "Stop it! Stop it now and I won't tell anyone!"

"Look at those tits," Mark sighed, ignoring her, and he grabbed one in each hand.

Karen almost never wore a bra. Now she wished she did as Mark abused her lush tits, squeezing them until her flesh bulged out between his fingers. Wayne was grinding against her from behind, and she could feel the hard length of his cock rubbing her ass through the thin protection of her pants. She was surrounded by male flesh. She wished she were dead.

Mark dropped one hand from her tits and began to lick and bite at one nipple while he pinched the other. Karen forced herself to remain silent, not wanting to give the two monsters the benefit of hearing her cry.

She almost whimpered, though, when she realized that Mark's hand had left her tit to travel down to the waistband of her pants.

"We're going to fuck you good, pretty lady," Wayne hissed into her ear. "We're going to fuck every hole you've got! And you're going to love it!"

"No!" Karen moaned, though whether she was answering Wayne or reacting to Mark unfastening her pants she wasn't sure. "I'll let you keep your part of the company, Mark. I won't fire you, Wayne. Please stop, though! Please just stop!"

"Too late for that," Mark replied, stripping her pants down her legs until they lay puddled around her ankles. "You fucked up when you pulled your stunt this morning. If it makes you feel any better though, I'd decided to train your hot little ass as soon as I heard your husband died!"

Karen had to fight back her tears. Now she was standing almost nude between the two men, her sexy tits revealed through the tatters of her sweater and only a pair of transparent pink panties hiding her creamy ass and pink cunt from their eyes. Wayne began to nibble and lick his way over one ear and the side of her neck, and Mark bit down so hard on her nipple that she thought he'd bitten it off. She realized now that there was nothing she could do to keep these two men from using her body any they liked.

"Look at that cunt," Mark said, and his hand slipped back and forth over the spot where Karen's thin panties protected her pussy-lips.

"You should be looking at this ass," Wayne replied, hunching against her silky, panty-covered ass while he slobbered and bit at Karen's cheek and jaw.

"Don't worry, I will." Mark whipped off his belt and Karen cringed back in fear until he grabbed her wrists and used the belt to tie them together. "Let's get this bitch in an easier spot to fuck!"

Mark jerked Karen along using the belt as a leash. When he'd walked her to her husband's old desk, he circled around to the other side and then yanked on the belt as hard as he could. Karen tried to resist being flung against the desk, but Wayne kicked her feet out from under her and she went flying forward.

She moaned in pain as her elbows and tits and hips banged against the hard wood. Wayne snickered and Mark smiled as he tied the other end of his belt to the casement of the window, pulling Karen's arms painfully while Wayne held her hips to keep her in place.

"We need to tie her legs or she'll slide over the desk," Wayne said with something like disinterest. His cock was still in his pants but he was humping Karen's ass steadily. "I want her legs spread out good!"

"Don't worry," Mark answered. "If I know Karen's late, lamented hubby…" he pulled open the top desk drawer, "… ah yes. Ties. Will it make you feel better to be staked out with your husband's ties, Karen?"

"You bastard!" Karen hissed, tears in her eyes as Wayne tied first one ankle and then the other to the front legs of the desk. He pulled her pants off to spread her legs but left her shoes on. "You aren't half the man my husband was!"

"I think you're wrong, there, bitch!" Mark unzipped his pants while Wayne chuckled. "I think you're very wrong there."

Karen screamed for the first time when she saw Mark pull his cock from his pants. Her mind refused to accept what her eyes were seeing. She'd seen porno movies when she was younger, with the big studs who acted in them. Her own husband had been no slouch and she'd thought his seven inches was just about right.

What Mark pulled out didn't even look like it belonged on a human being. It was over a foot long and it was as thick as the fat end of a baseball bat. Its head was bigger than a baseball and colored bright red, and angrily throbbing blue veins coursed up and down its length.

And it was growing quickly, menacingly erect.

"No!" Karen screamed. "You're not putting that in me! You're not touching me with that! No, no, no, no!"

"Oh shut up, Karen," Mark sighed. It was as though he'd expected her reaction and found it tiresome to have to play it through. "I'll let you warm up with Wayne first. For now just suck my cock."

"How long's it been since that sick old fuck of a husband managed to get it up?" Wayne pulled the tiny band of her panties away from her cunt and stared at her pussy. "I bet you're really dying for a hard fuck."

"Or two," Mark added, his monster cock pointing toward her face.

"Or ten," Wayne finished, unzipping his pants and pulling out a cock that topped ten inches itself.

Karen grunted at the unexpected intrusion of Wayne's cock as he plowed it into her dry, tight cunt. No foreplay, no thought to getting her ready, she realized now that they were going to be brutal and unmerciful in the way they used her body.

Wayne's cock felt like sandpaper as it rasped over her dry cunt-walls, and he plunged into her fully on his very first thrust. Karen's hips banged painfully against the desk and she just hoped that he'd cum quickly and finish with her.

Mark stepped closer to her and held his cock up above her face. His balls were huge too, bigger than eggs, and as he stepped closer, Karen was overcome with the base smell of his crotch. Mark could see the fear and disgust on her face and he smiled. He slapped his huge cock across her cheek.

"Suck!" When she shook her head, he raised his cock up and hit her with it again.

Karen still shook her head, her cheek smarting from the sharp blows he was giving her with his cock. She grunted with each plunge of Wayne's cock into her unwilling cunt, the air driven from her lungs by the brutal force of his thrusting. Her cunt already felt like raw hamburger from the reaming Wayne was giving her. She almost wished that her cunt would start to juice up, if only to save her from serious injury.

Mark bashed her with his cock again, this time across the bridge of her nose. Karen felt sick at being beaten with a man's cock, but she wasn't going to give in. She couldn't keep them from fucking her cunt if they wanted, but at least she could keep her mouth shut to them. Mark's next blow hit her squarely across her lips, almost knocking her mouth open. She wondered if it was possible to be beaten to death with a prick.

"Suck!" Mark's voice was calm, commanding. His tone told Karen that he knew that sooner or later she was going to obey him. It made her want to resist even more.

His cock was leaking pre-cum now, and Mark stopped her prick-whipping to rub the slimy juices over her face. He painted her cheeks with his fuck-lube, then rubbed his cock all over her nose so that all Karen could smell was the scent of male excitement. He even rubbed the fat head of his cock into her eyes so that Karen couldn't open them without being stung by the salty liquid. And he leaked so much, more than her husband ever had, more than any of the few men she'd ever allowed to touch her body.

"I don't know if her husband ever fucked her," Wayne growled, driving into her with all the strength his powerful body could muster. "She's tight as a little girl, and a dead-fish fuck to boot. I guess you'll take care of the tight part, anyway."

"Move your ass for Wayne!" Mark ordered, painting Karen's lips with his greasy pre-cum. "And open your mouth, Karen, before I get impatient."

"Fuck, I can get her to move her ass," Wayne said with a laugh. Karen felt sick with horror at the thought of what Wayne had in mind. "You ready, you dead cunt? A little pain might do you good!"

Wayne dropped his hands from around Karen's hips and began to pinch the tanned, flawless skin of her ass. She groaned in pain as his fingernails tore into her satiny skin, bucking wildly to avoid the ripping pain. He caught tiny pieces of her flesh between his fingernails and then sliced into it, burning agony through her lithe body. She squirmed helplessly from the sudden, intense agony.

"Oh yeah!" Wayne shouted, fucking her harder now, riding her like a rodeo horse. "I'm warming her cunt up now. She's fucking almost like she knows what she's doing."

Karen twisted desperately, trying to escape Wayne's punishing fingers or give him enough pleasure that he would stop pinching. She opened her mouth wide for Mark, sick at giving in to them but knowing that she was helpless. If the pinching was the first thing they thought of to bend her to their will, she didn't want to think about what they'd do if she drove them further.

Wayne stopped pinching her when he saw her open her mouth for Mark, but he pulled his belt off and doubled it in his hands. As Mark began to push the monstrous head of his prick against the tightly stretched ring of Karen's mouth, Wayne began to beat her with the belt.

Karen screamed again, her mouth going wider, and Mark managed to drive the tip of the head of his cock into her mouth. She writhed and twisted wildly on the desk, unable to understand why they were still punishing her now that she was going along with them, unable even to plead with them now that Mark had wedged her mouth wide open with the tip of his cock.

Mark bludgeoned forward, grinning at the way Karen's lips were stretched like a rubber band around the huge girth of his cock. His cock was really too big around to go into the helpless widow's mouth, but he forced it in anyway, thinking about the way Karen had teased her husband's employees, about the way she'd treated him like an errand boy. Now she was choking on his cock and taking a beating and a fucking at once. And he was just starting the process of paying the bitch back.

Wayne beat Karen with a brutal abandon. He laid the doubled leather strap of his belt first against her ass and then across the tanned, muscled curve of her back. She bucked and jiggled under his attack, screwing herself against his fucking cock in a frenzy. And she was getting juicy, too. Wayne beat her harder, his own excitement growing as her cunt worked frantically on his big prick.

Mark forced more of his cock into Karen's mouth, and the world started to go fuzzy for her. He had only two inches of his cock lodged in her mouth, not even all of the ghastly head, and already she felt as though her jaws had been sprung.

Her back and ass were burning with the beating that Wayne was giving her and her cunt felt as though it had been fucked with a club instead of a cock.

She cold feel her cunt clasping on Wayne's cock and slicking, but that was more out of self defense than excitement. Her whole body was acting in defense against the brutal sexual attack the two men were dealing her.

Mark's clear, sticky pre-cum was leaking steadily into her mouth now, and her mouth was filling with saliva as well. The saliva and fuck-lube were coursing back out of her mouth, staining Mark's cock and Karen's pretty face. She couldn't open her mouth any farther, but Mark's cock was lodging it farther open as he drove relentlessly forward. When the fist-sized head of his cock hit the back of Karen's mouth, she opened her eyes and almost fainted when she saw that a foot of wrist thick cock still extended out of her mouth.

"Ready to deep-throat me, Karen?" Mark asked mockingly. "Wait until I put this up your ass!"

Karen's mind was whirling away from her now. There was too much going on. She couldn't breathe at all as Mark's cock clogged her throat. Wayne was slowly beating her unconscious, and for some reason her cunt was burning hotly as Wayne drove his prick into her.

She realized dimly that it had been months since her husband had fucked her, and though she'd never liked men much, she and her husband had enjoyed themselves sexually before his illness. She couldn't be getting hot, though, not while being fucked like this!

"Fuck me, bitch!" Wayne shouted, watching Karen's tanned, taut ass shimmy as he drove his cock into her and laid the belt across her shoulders. "Suck up my cum you high-class twat!"

Karen moaned incoherently deep in her throat. Her cunt was clamping on Wayne's cock like a clenching fist. Her juices were leaking out of her pussy and wetting the golden hair of her cunt and the powerful stock of Wayne's prick. Her whole body was on fire, from the fucking, from the beating, from the cock that was smothering her. The muscles in her arms and legs stood out like steel cords as she strained against the bonds that held them.

Mark drove his cock in harder, plugging her throat, flattening her tonsils as he shoved inch after inch of his gigantic prick past the stretched ring of her lips. Saliva and pre-cum bubbled past the tight ring, leaving smears on her cheeks and chin. There was a constant drip of fuck-juice down her throat now, too. This was the first cock other than her husband's that Karen had ever sucked, and now she was drinking his pre-cum. She knew that soon she'd get more to drink than that.

She tried to apply suction to Mark's cock as he drove it into her. She tried to do anything that would get him to stop driving his cock down her throat and let her breathe. There wasn't much she could do, though, with her jaws levered unnaturally far apart and her tongue smashed flat to the bottom of her mouth. She could use her cunt on Wayne's cock, though, and she fucked back against him with animal lust now, her mind confused about whether she was just trying to end his brutal fucking and beating of her or if she were truly excited.

Suddenly Mark pulled back, his cock sliding slowly out of Karen's throat and back through her mouth, its leaving almost as painful as its entrance. Finally even the fat, red head popped free and Mark laid his cock on Karen's cheek. It was slick with her saliva and leaked a steady stream of pre-cum on her face, but Karen was grateful that Mark had taken it out of her mouth.

She tried to close her mouth again and couldn't quite seem to do it, and her throat felt raw. She prayed that Mark wouldn't stick it down her throat again.

"Karen, suck and lick my cock! Kiss it and suck it and lick it until I shoot and I won't make you swallow it all again!" Mark grinned, seeing that the slickness of her saliva only reached about halfway back his giant shaft. "And you only swallowed half of it that time."

Tied on her stomach and with her hands bound far above her head, it was almost impossible for Karen to do what Mark asked, but she stuck her tongue out of her mouth and twisted her neck until it burned with pain to lick and kiss his cock. His cock shifted lazily across her face and Mark made no move to help her as she tried to balance it on her cheek while she kissed and licked it. Wayne laughed at her desperate eagerness to please Mark and slapped her creamy sides with his belt. He fucked her even harder, the jolts of his body driving her against the desk, making her task even harder.

Karen smooched and gnawed the underside of Mark's massive cock, running her tongue along first one pulsing vein and then another as she moved her head up and down the foot-and-a-half-long cock. She dribbled saliva on it and then licked it off and flapped her tongue along every inch of its ghastly length.

Taking a chance, she caught the very tip of the head between her lips and held it there while she teased her tongue over the head. She even stuck her tongue in his piss-hole, and he rewarded her with a burst of fuck-juice that overflowed her mouth and dripped in lines down her face.

Every inch of Karen's back was burning red with the beating that Wayne had given her. She arched her back against his blows and drove her clutching cunt back against his cock. Wayne fucked into her pussy while he raised the belt above his head and pulled back for another thrust while he brought the belt crashing down.

"Here, Karen, I guess I'll just have to help you." Mark sounded disgusted and Karen felt a flush of shame at his disapproval that made her wonder if she were losing her mind. He reached up and loosened the belt long enough to pull one of her hands free, then tightened it on the other. "Now you'd better finish me off or I'm going to introduce your throat to the other half of my cock."

Karen grabbed hold of his monster prick immediately. Her hand didn't even reach halfway around it, but she jacked his cock determinedly and held it close to her mouth so that she could kiss and lick its head. She worked on it as though she were in a frenzy, her hand a blur as she jacked it up and down the monster, her tongue lashing and her lips smooching as though there was nothing in the world she cared for as much as the gargantuan cock that hovered above her.

"Oh Karen, yes!" Mark hissed, and his hips began to buck for the first time. His pre-cum dripped in lewd strands from Karen's lush lips and his cock jerked so powerfully that it almost escaped her manic grip. "I think I'm going to have fun training you. I think you're going to be a perfect little slave."

Karen refused to believe what was happening. She was lashed over her dead husband's desk, being fucked and beaten by his plant foreman while she jacked and sucked off the freakish cock of his crazy partner.

And she was cumming. Somehow, in some perverse, insane way, this was making her cum. She writhed insanely against Wayne's brutalizing cock, her cunt dripping juice, her body on fire.

"Tell us you love it!" Mark ordered.

"I love it," Karen muttered against the steady spritzing of Mark's pre-cum in her face.

"Tell us what you love!" Mark ordered, his hand digging beneath her to crush one of her tits.

"I love you fucking me! I love your giant cock!" Karen's hips were doing a dance above the table now, her ankles were bleeding from the strain she was putting on the bonds that held them.

"Ask me for my cum!" Mark ordered. Wayne was tearing into Karen's quivering ass-cheeks with the belt now, forcing her into even more frenzied thrashings against him.

"Please give me your cum. I want to suck it, I want to drink it. Please!" Karen's arm ached but she jerked harder yet, and her lips smooched desperately at the blood-red cock-head, her tongue licking circles around it.

"All right, Karen. Anything you ask!"

Mark began to cum. The first shot of his sperm hit Karen in her right eye and splattered over her face. It sealed her right eye shut.

The second shot flew straight into her mouth, too much for her to swallow all of it. She choked and cum stained her tongue silver, bubbled past her lips and traced a river over her cheeks.

The third blast drew a line from her right ear to the corner of her mouth, the fourth added a streak of silver to her hair. The fifth joined the second in her mouth and Karen was swallowing cum, choking on cum and drooling cum all over herself.

Wayne began to cum, too, his cock firing line after line of burning cum into Karen's battered, clutching cunt. She squealed as she came, her cunt gushing with her own fluids as Wayne filled it with his.

Her blonde cunt-mound was stained silver and her tanned thighs were painted with cum. Their twined juices poured from her spasming cunt onto the desk top and streamed down over its edge.

And Wayne continued to beat her, his blows now coming down in rhythm with the pulses of his jism in her sodden cunt.

Mark fired burst after burst of gooey white stuff against Karen's face. Her hand never faltered in its jerking up and down on his prick, though, and she kept her mouth open, her tongue wagging, as he buried her face in slime. He stepped closer and she rubbed his still-leaking cock over the trails of jism he'd spurted on her, rubbing the cum into her face until she wore a solid mask of silver.

Finally it ended. Karen's orgasm faded, her hand slipped from around Mark's still-hard cock. He took some of her shining blonde hair in his hand and wiped his cock clean in it. Wayne pulled out too and rubbed his cock against the reddened, silky flesh of Karen's ass-cheeks. Karen slumped weakly against the desk, horror filling her mind as her orgasm faded.

"Welcome to the company," Mark said, amused at the way her cum-stained face flushed red. "I think we've found the perfect position for you."

Wayne laughed wildly and Karen thought she would die from shame. And then Wayne said the words that made her heart freeze in terror.

"Where do we fuck her next?"

CHAPTER TWO

Karen didn't resist when Wayne untied her from the desk and hoisted her up over his shoulder like a sack of garbage. She wouldn't even look him in his leering face.

She moaned a little when she saw Mark wheel her dead husband's rolling chair out from behind his desk.

For an instant she'd thought her nightmare was over, when they'd pulled their hideous cocks from her body and her own orgasm had begun to fade into memory. Wayne's words had told her that the pain and degradation they had in store for her was just beginning. It didn't matter, she'd had an orgasm while being raped atop the desk her husband had worked at for years, by the two men, she now realized, who hated him most. How much lower could they drive her?

Wayne lowered her into the chair, draping her legs over the arms. Then he and Mark tied her quickly, so that her knees pointed toward the ceiling, her legs were spread painfully wide and her cunt gaped wide open. It still sparkled with her juices and the cum Wayne had spilled inside her. Her ass hung perhaps an inch above the seat of the chair, and every muscle in her legs howled in immediate agony.

"Oh please, this hurts!" she whimpered. She had cramps in both her thighs and one calf already. "This is killing me! Please stop it!"

"Beg some more," Wayne sneered, walking behind her with more ties. "It sounds good coming out of your slutty, prick-tease mouth!"

Karen immediately clamped her mouth shut, in spite of the terrible pain she was feeling. It had been stupid to think that begging these men would do anything more than drive them to greater cruelties. They wanted her to beg, wanted her to scream out in pain.

Wayne grabbed her arms and pulled them roughly behind her, drawing an involuntary cry from her lips. He tied them to the bottom rung of the chair and then tied her elbows together, tightening the tie around them until her elbows touched.

Karen clenched her teeth to keep from crying out in her anguish. Now she was bowed back in the chair, her tits upthrust, her long body made to seem longer, her neck straining to keep her head from tilting back. Her body was alight with pain.

"All right." Mark opened the door of the office and nodded to Wayne. "She looks ready. No, one more. Around her eyes."

"No!" Karen pleaded again as Wayne wrapped the tie around her head, blinding her. She knew that they were planning to take her out of the office, take her out into the halls where anyone could see her. "No. You don't want to be caught, do you? If you take me out there, you're sure to be caught!"

"Can I put one in her mouth, too?" Wayne joked as he wheeled her toward the door.

"No, I want Karen to tell us how she wants us to fuck her," Mark said as Wayne rolled her out the door and into the hallway. "How she wants to suck our cum and swallow our cocks and take our pricks up her cunt and ass. Tell us, Karen."

"Fuck you," Karen answered, tears flowing down her cum-stained face. "I'll make you both pay for this!"

"Ah, good." Mark reached down and pinched one of her nipples between his finger-nails, squeezing it until Karen's body shook with the pain. "I thought you were going to give in too easily. Nice to see that you have a little spirit left in you."

Now Karen was glad for the blindfold. Mark had everything in his favor, and he was treating her debasement, her enslavement, like it was a joke, just a little diversion. She wondered if that was really all she represented to him, and it made her burn with shame.

Two men walked down from the other end of the hall. Karen could hear the footsteps, their conversation, before they saw her. She flushed red from head to toe at the thought of their discovery, but at least this could be the end of her torment. It would be terribly humiliating, but she would see Mark and Wayne both in prison for what they'd done.

"Help me!" she screamed. "Help me, please!"

"My goodness, Karen," Mark moaned. He took one pink cunt-lip between his fingers and jerked on it so hard that Karen almost passed out. "How melodramatic."

"Help me!" she screeched again. "Help me! These men are kidnapping me!"

The footsteps grew nearer and Karen's spirits soared. Maybe the men would be so outraged by what Mark and Wayne had done to her that they'd kill them on the spot. But she began to sense something wrong.

There was no urgency to the men's approach, no shouts in return to her own. And neither Mark nor Wayne seemed very concerned. Something was wrong, and Karen's heart began to sink.

"Damn, boss," a new voice said. "I know you said things were going to be more interesting around here from now on, but tied-up sluts in the hall? Sexy ones at that."

"Oh shit!" the other voice said. "That's the old guy's bitch wife. The blonde cock-tease. Oh shit. All right, Mr. Drey, you put that cunt in her place!"

There would be no help. Karen slumped as far as her bondage would permit, the cramps in her tortured legs causing her to shudder uncontrollably and the pain from both her arms and legs and back making her break into a cold sweat. It made her look sexier yet, her muscles standing out in bold relief, her stomach pulled in and her tits thrust out from her position, her whole body sparkling with sweat. Both the new men had instant erections. Both men looked at their boss hopefully.

"I want to keep Karen a secret for a while," Mark said. "Wayne and I were getting ready to install her in her new office. It's about time for your breaks, isn't it? You could come along if you like."

The words hit Karen like an especially sharp blow from Wayne's belt, but the two men chortled with glee. As Wayne pushed her down the hall, they pawed at her like a couple of horny teenagers, mauling her tits, poking her cunt, pinching her all over. Karen kept her mouth firmly shut, refusing to cry out even when one of the men shoved his finger up her ass. No matter what had happened already, she refused to be humiliated in front of a couple of low-level employees.

Karen could sense the change of light when Wayne wheeled her into the new room. She heard a door close behind her and wondered where she'd been taken. Mark had called it her new office. How long had they been planning to do this to her?

"You never sucked me before," Wayne said. She felt the slap of his limp cock against her cheek. "I'm feeling sort of deprived, cumsucker!"

Karen turned her head as much as she could, trying to avoid the loathsome touch of Wayne's cock. They wouldn't get her to suck cock again, she thought. Especially not in front of a pair of nobodies.

Wayne curled his hands in her lush blonde hair and jerked her face around to his and kissed her, driving his tongue into her mouth. Karen gasped for breath as he probed his tongue inside her mouth, burning at the demeaning laughter of the two men. Wayne held her mouth open with his hands as he broke the kiss, and then he spat into her open mouth. Karen gagged but he slammed her mouth shut until she swallowed.

"Dumb cunt!" he said, yanking the young widow's head back and forth by his grip in her hair. "She'll suck my spit but not my prick. What are we going to do with her, boss?"

Karen heard the snap of what she immediately knew was a whip, and her heart began to race. They had a whip in here. She knew that it was Mark who held it even before it snapped across her stomach just above the line of her golden cunt-fur.

And before she could scream from the first blow, Mark hit her three more times, once across her wide-spread thighs, once across the cut of her ribcage and once against the erect bud of one nipple.

Karen screamed. She was certain that Mark had torn her nipple off. She wanted to tell Wayne that she'd suck his cock, that she'd suck all of their cocks, even Mark's if he wanted, but before she could get the words out of her mouth, Mark had hit her again, this time letting the whip bite her other nipple. She lurched so violently at the pain that she almost tipped the chair over, but Wayne held her steady and slapped his cock across her face again.

"Ready to suck now?" he asked. He rubbed his fingers on the young widow's crimson nipples. She opened her mouth meekly and waited for Wayne to put his prick in. She knew they'd won again.

Wayne drove his cock into her mouth and she tasted her cunt on his prick and felt sick again. He thrust into her throat with one fast, violent stab that caused her to choke, then let his cock sit there for a moment to soak in the heat of her mouth. The other men laughed but it was Mark's reaction that Karen cared about most. She would do anything to keep him from using that evil whip on her again.

Wayne pulled his cock back and pulled her blindfold off with the same motion, and Karen gasped for breath and took a look at her surroundings. She almost cried. Her office contained three beds, and chains and whips and devices of metal and plastic and rubber that Karen couldn't begin to identify. There was a closet filled with clothing made of leather and rubber and gauze. And the two men who were her first visitors here were just office boys, pimple-faced kids of eighteen. She was almost glad when Wayne wrenched her head back around and fed her his cock again, blocking her view of her surroundings.

"Sit on the chair with her!" Mark instructed one of the boys. "And you, help out Wayne. She has a mouth big enough for two cocks, believe me!"

Karen couldn't bite back the sob as the two boys approached her. She'd just taken two men at once, now she was going to have to handle three. Wayne pulled his cock from her mouth and draped his balls over her lips, and Karen sucked them into her mouth like a dutiful slave. Her gaze flickered to Mark and the evil black whip he held and she laved the crinkly, smelly ball-sac with her tongue.

The blows from the whip had left fiery red welts across Karen's svelte, tannned body. One of the boys ran his fingers across her stomach, then stuck first one leg and then the other beneath the arm of the chair and sat down facing her. He unzipped his pants and pulled out a fairly long, hard cock.

The other boy stood at the other side of her face and flopped his half-hard cock against her cheek. It stiffened quickly on contact with her skin, and when Wayne pulled his balls out from between her clasping lips, the boy drove his cock between them. At the same moment, the boy sitting in front of her speared his cock into her cunt and Karen groaned in pain.

Karen's ass was driven painfully back toward the back of the chair, pain shooting through her legs and arms as the force of the boy's fucking pulled on the ties which bound her. Her cunt, still raw from the reaming that Wayne had given it, hurt too. She groaned and sucked harder at the prick that was pistoning in her mouth. Wayne rubbed his cock all over her face, seeming to delight as much in smearing his sticky cock-head over her nose and cheek and neck as he did from ramming it down her throat. Three cocks, and the terrible pain from the way she was tied in the chair. Karen was sure she wouldn't survive.

Each punch of the first boy's cock into her cunt lifted Karen up and back against the chair. Pain pulsed in swift streams of fire down both her tortured legs each time the boy fucked in, but Karen still kept her mouth and tongue working on the cocks that fucked her face.

The boy pulled out and Wayne pushed in, driving his cock into her throat until Karen's nose nestled in the wiry hair around the base of his prick. The boy followed Wayne's example and rubbed his spit-soaked cock all over Karen's face. Her already-soiled features got stickier and slimier as the boy smeared pre-cum and spit all over her face.

Mark stepped toward her and it took Karen a moment to realize that what he had in his hand wasn't his cock. It was a short club made out of a dozen strips of leather tied together. He slapped it against his palm and it made a wicked cutting sound. Karen's heart skipped a beat and then he slapped it against her tits.

Karen screamed around Wayne's cock and jerked in the chair, unable to hold herself still even though she knew her movement would cause her more pain. Her cunt clamped tight around the cock of the boy fucking her as her whole body tensed with agony. He moaned his pleasure and fucked her faster. Her tit felt as though someone had exploded a bomb inside it.

Mark hit her other tit, and then he hit the first, and the world spun away from Karen. Back and forth he went, first slapping one tit with the demonic strap, then the other. The young widow's world became a haze of pain. And all the time her tongue and lips worked on Wayne's face-fucking cock and her cunt flexed against the beat of the cock of the boy fucking her pussy.

Sweat poured from her golden-brown body as she strained against her bonds and the cocks and blows of the men who surrounded her. She switched from Wayne's cock to the boy's and then back again, faster and faster, her throat a vacuum tube, her mouth a suction cup, her tongue a flicker of liquid heat. Her cunt clamped like a vise against the cock of the boy who fucked her. She was starting to get wet again.

No, she thought desperately through the haze of pain and lust that encompassed her. She couldn't let them get to her again. She couldn't let herself cum like a cheap whore, cum on command like a trained animal. They'd already turned her into a willing victim once; she couldn't let them do it again.

"You want it, Karen," Mark whispered, slapping first one tit, then the other. She writhed madly but her nipples were thick and hard and filled with blood. "Beg us for it. Beg us to fuck your cunt!"

Karen's shining blonde hair flew about her face as she switched from one cock to the other. Her saliva trickled from both corners of her mouth as she slurped up Wayne's fat, throbbing cock, then gobbled down the boy's smaller one. Her eyes were glazed over with lust, her pretty face reddened with the pain of her exertions. She jammed her mouth all the way down their cocks, choking herself without hesitation. Her spittle speckled the hair at the bases of both men's cocks. The lower half of her face was sodden with her spit and their fuck-juice.

She fucked back against the cock in her cunt, ignoring the screaming pain in her muscles, trusting her balance to the men who surrounded her. Her cunt was a hot flesh vise around the boy's prick and her juices covered the seat beneath them. She flung herself at him repeatedly, and he slammed upward to meet her every time.

"Beg us to let you suck our cocks," Mark hissed. He slapped her tits harder now, drawing his arm back farther and bringing it forward with more power. His huge cock was as stiff as a bar of iron. "Beg me to beat your tits! Beg me to whip your tits!"

Karen wished Mark would stop bothering her. Of course she wanted to drink their cum, of course she wanted them to fuck her and beat her tits.

She sobbed as the realization of what she was thinking hit her, but she kept fucking the boy savagely and she kept sucking both the cocks above her face like a woman possessed. She even kept urging her battered tits up against the beating Mark was giving them.

"Beg! Beg! Beg!" Mark threw down his strap and sank his teeth into one of Karen's tits until he drew blood. He looked up at her and snarled. "Beg!"

"Fuck me!" Karen squealed, letting both cocks slide from her mouth and wagging her tongue desperately in the air. Her hips beat a tattoo against the boy fucking her cunt. "Fuck me into the dirt! Fuck me you bastards!"

Her tits felt like molten lava had been poured over them. They were fatter than they'd ever been, swollen with blood. Her nipples were spikes of hardened lust. Her flat stomach roiled with excitement and her straining thighs and ass quivered. Her cunt was a swamp, fluttering on the edge of an explosive climax.

"Pull out!" Mark screamed at the boy fucking her, and when the boy looked up at Mark in confusion, Mark screamed again: "Pull out or you're fired!"

Karen screamed in rage and disappointment as the boy pulled his cock from her cunt. Her hips flipped wildly about against the restraining ties, her fuck-juices squirting and drooling from her cunt to soak the boy and the seat of the chair. The boy rose from his crouch to drive his cock between Karen's burning, silky tits, and he smashed them together over his prick as he began to shoot.

The boy shot ropes of thick white jism over Karen's slender white throat. More splattered against her chin. Pasty jism ran down her sides, into her armpits and over her shoulders. The boy fucked a groove between Karen's brutalized tits as he showered her upper body with his slime.

Wayne and the other boy began to cum too, both of them aiming their cocks down at Karen's face. They showered her face in jism, bathed it in their sticky goo. For the second time in minutes Karen's face was covered in slippery white slop. Their cum made a web between her open lips, and ran up her quivering nostrils.

And Karen whimpered and gyrated in frustration because Mark had made the boy leave her an instant away from orgasm. Her cunt-lips fluttered on air. Her ass-cheeks flexed as she fucked nothing. Her tortured thighs lifted her impossibly high, though there was nothing to meet her thrusts.

"Sit back!" Mark ordered, slapping her across her quivering, flat stomach with the palm of his hand. The boy carefully stepped off the chair so as not to tip it over. His cock hung limp now, but he rubbed it clean on Karen's arm as he stepped away from her.

Wayne and the other boy had stepped away from Karen too, leaving her to squirm and sob untouched by the men. Her face was a mask of silvery cum now, almost unrecognizable beneath the three coats of jism that had been deposited there. She licked her lips, as though in hope that collecting some of the cum on her face might give her the orgasm she needed so much.

"What a sleazy whore," one of the boys muttered in wonder.

"She's a hot-assed cunt," the other agreed.

"Look at that face," Wayne added. "What a scum-bucket."

Then he suddenly aimed his cock at Karen's face and began to piss.

Karen gasped, unable to believe what Mark was doing to her. First they'd driven her almost insane with lust and Mark had kept her from cumming. Now he was pissing in her face. She closed her eyes and mouth as tightly shut as she could, her lust cooling fast under the spray of Mark's stinging, stinking piss. Piss. How much lower could they drive her? Now she was just a toilet.

"Open up, cock-sucker!" Wayne shouted, driving his fist into her stomach. "It's like a water fountain. Take a drink!"

Karen's mouth gaped open as the breath rushed from her and Mark aimed his stream of piss right for her parted lips. Karen choked and coughed as she tried not to swallow the bitter yellow liquid, but soon it was flowing down her throat. Someone was pinching her nipples and a quick fire of lust lit in her cunt.

"Come on kids," Wayne said. "Give it a try!"

Karen's heart froze as the three men gathered around her and began to piss on her. Every time she tried to shut her mouth someone would hit her in the stomach and twist her tits until she opened back up. They bathed her face in their piss, each of them trying to blast his piss down her throat. She was certain they were going to drown her. All she could taste or smell was their stinking piss, and she couldn't open her eyes because of the burning streams.

Mark's spray faltered first and Wayne moved closer to take his place as Mark shook his last drops of piss off on Karen's stomach. Wayne's piss was almost orange and burned worse than the others, seeming to sizzle on Karen's tongue and down her throat.

"Drinking last night," one of the boys joked and they both laughed as they waved their cocks back and forth, soaking Karen's whole body in their waste.

"You guys," Wayne said with a grin and jammed his cock between Karen's lips so he could piss straight down her throat.

Karen thought she must have descended into hell. Four men were pissing all over her while her body burned in brutal bondage.

They had covered her in their cum and then washed their jism away with their piss. Now they made fun of her while she drank their filthy wastes.

And she was getting hot. With four men pissing on her, her cunt was burning.

CHAPTER THREE

"Kill me!" Karen whimpered as Wayne loosened the tie that circled her elbows. "Just kill me and get it over with."

"Kill you?" Wayne sounded truly surprised. "But Karen, we're having so much fun."

Mark walked the two boys to the door and spoke to them for a minute before they left. Wayne untied Karen's arms and she buckled over, her piss-soaked blonde hair curtaining her face. She watched fat drops of piss fall from her hair.

"The whole section?" one of the boys asked loudly, and Karen tilted her head a little to look toward him.

"At afternoon break," Mark answered, his voice so low that Karen hardly heard him.

Karen didn't care. What could the running of a major company have to do with a slut whose body was beaded with droplets of four men's piss, whose tits had been beaten until they were fiery red, whose nipples stood out like hard pencil erasers and whose cunt leaked a steady stream of sex-juice even when none of the men were touching her?

"Okay now," Wayne said, stepping away from her and grinning. "You do the rest. Untie yourself, you lazy slut!"

Mark walked back across the room, stripping his clothes off as he crossed past Karen. He sat on the edge of a fancy four-poster bed and stroked his monster cock. It jutted like a spear from his muscular belly.

"Come on, piss-sucker!" Wayne growled, stripping his clothes off.

His body rippled with muscles. His cock was only half hard, but it grew more erect as he watched her. "Untie your fucking legs. Or do you like sitting like that? We could arrange to leave you there for a long time!"

"No!" Karen cried, lifting her head to peer at the two men. Her arms were numb from the way they'd been tied, but she brought them around and tried to unfasten the tie that locked her left knee to the arm of the chair. "No, please. I'll untie myself. I'll get down!"

Karen worked frantically at the tie, her fingers feeling cold and useless as she pulled at the knotted fabric. Wayne tapped his foot impatiently for a moment, then walked to the far wall of the room and took a long metal rod down off a set of hooks. He hit a button on it and it began go buzz. Karen's eyes grew large with terror and she tore the tie loose from her knee.

"Bravo!" Mark said snidely as Karen's knee slipped precariously low over the arm of the chair and the chair began to tilt. "Give her some encouragement, Wayne."

Karen worked frantically at the knot holding her ankle, twisting her body painfully to reach it, trying to ignore the pain that flared from her ankle and thigh now that the front rope was no longer there to support her weight. She balanced uneasily on her other leg as she pulled the second tie free.

With both ties on her left leg loose, Karen's weight shifted suddenly to her right side and the chair started to tip. She waved her arms and tried to throw herself to her left, but at that moment Wayne poked the lip of her navel with the metal rod he held. Pain exploded through Karen's body and the chair toppled over.

"Good shot!" Mark laughed.

"Lazy fucking sleaze," Wayne muttered.

Karen's body shook uncontrollably on the floor. Electricity short-circuited her muscular control and she flopped like a dying fish. She barely felt the pain of her hard landing on the floor. It was nothing compared to the fire that was rushing down her veins. Wayne stepped forward to touch her again.

"Get to work, cum-sucker!" He touched the metal rod to the quivering fullness of Karen's lips.

It felt as though her head had been blasted off her body. Karen's arms shook, her fingers clutching at air. Saliva ran freely from her mouth. Her eyes bugged, then fluttered shut.

She twisted like a dying snake against the hard wood floor.

She thought that they must be killing her now, that this was how they'd decided to end it. Certainly that was what the cruel electrical prod was doing. She tried to speak, to beg them for her life, but only gibberish came out. She could no longer control her lips or tongue.

"Untie yourself, Karen," Mark said. "Wayne loves to use the shock stick, and he's very good with it. It could be twenty or thirty minutes before he even knocks you out."

Karen wanted to plead them for death now. She couldn't conceive of suffering this kind of pain for that long. She put her hands on the rope that held her right knee, but her arms were so much dead weight. With two doses of electricity still coursing through her and the time she'd spent being bound to the chair, she had no strength left.

"Bitch!" Wayne stuck the stick against the golden-furred mound of Karen's cunt. "Lazy bitch. When you get an order follow it!"

Wayne leaned on the stick, forcing the head inside the mouth of Karen's cunt. Her body vibrated with the shock, her eyes glazing over and saliva pouring from her mouth. Desperately her fingernails tore at the tie on her knee, ripping the cloth away from her skin.

Her cunt juices poured from her to coat the stick, pulsing from inside her in waves. Her ass-cheeks flexed over and over, her asshole dilating with the shockwaves.

Wayne drove the stick in deeper, watching the muscles of her stomach flexing out of control and her nipples fill with blood. Her tongue lolled from her mouth and her head thrashed, but her hands were ripping at the tie that held her right thigh. Driven to the brink of unconsciousness, she had almost freed herself.

Wayne leaned harder on the stick, driving half a foot of it into her cunt. Her pussy-lips fluttered like a butterfly's wings, and the wrenching of her cunt almost tore the stick from Wayne's hand. Her freed left leg was kicking wildly in the air, the silky flesh of her thigh tensed over knotted muscles.

Karen slammed her head against the floor and her eyes rolled back in her head and Wayne pushed harder yet, fucking her with the stick.

Karen freed her leg from the chair.

Wayne pulled the stick from her cunt, a sour look on his face. Karen continued to shimmy on the floor, though, her body twitching wildly on the bare wood. Her hand snaked down to her leaking cunt and she plunged two fingers deep inside herself, moaning low in her throat. Wayne and Mark exchanged a shocked glance. Karen added a third finger to the first two and drove them fully up inside her.

Karen was still shaking with the electricity. Her cunt-lips were vibrating with excitement. Was the stick still inside her? No, it was her fingers. She drove them in deeper, her hand shaking with shock and excitement. She scratched her buzzing clit with her fingernails and came again. All that mattered was cumming. All that mattered.

"Fuck, Mark, she's a crazy bitch," Wayne said, a little awed at the display Karen was putting on.

Her legs still hung limp, their muscles knotted with cramps, but both of her hands clawed at her cunt. Her pussy-lips were dark red now, filled with blood. She pulled at them with one hand while she speared fingers from the other deep inside her cunt. And she moaned, long low wails that sounded more animal than woman. Pussy-cream belched from her cunt.

"Come on, Karen, it's time for us to fuck," Mark said mildly. Karen ignored him, continuing to tear at her cunt with her fingers. "Wayne, you're going to have to pull her hands off that slimy cunt if she's ever going to listen."

Wayne nodded and grabbed a leather case off the wall. Pulling Karen's hands away from her pussy and holding them trapped in one hand, he slipped the case down over her arms. When he zipped it shut, Karen's two arms had become one, trapped together in front of her by the elbow-length leather glove. It was as though a long leather sock had been forced over her hands. She hit her cunt with it, but all she could do was rub the leather over her inflamed pussy-lips.

"Karen!" Mark said. "Look over here. Look what I have for you."

Karen twisted groggily, trying to focus her eyes on Mark. She saw his cock and a groan escaped her lips. Her cunt was itching, burning, alive with hunger. His cock was almost as big as her arm. Her mouth began to water for his prick, and saliva trickled over her full lips.

"Come and get it, Karen," Mark said. "If you walk over here, I'll let you have it."

"Yes," Karen gurgled. A tiny reasonable part of her mind was horrified, but the pain and lust in her cunt overwhelmed it. "Yes."

Karen rocked herself slowly to her feet, unable to find her balance with her arms bound together in front of her. Finally she stood up, weaving, her pussy-cream running down her tanned thighs and her tits heaving with lust. When she tried to take a step, she fell though, the knotted muscles in her legs refusing to carry her. She fell on her face and began to cry, the burning in her cunt out of control, her clit buzzing as though all the electricity Wayne had shot into her had gathered there.

"Lazy bitch!" Wayne shouted and kicked her in the silken curve of her ass. "Move it, scum-cunt! Drag your sleazy ass over there!"

Karen tried to stand up again and fell down. Her legs just wouldn't respond. She was so tired, more tired than she could ever remember being, but her cunt was itching so badly it was driving her mad and she had to have something to scratch it.

She began to squirm toward Mark, unable to use her arms because of the way Wayne had bound them, unable to use her legs because of the pain that still flared through them. She slithered like a snake, using her shoulders and stomach and hips to undulate her way to Mark and his massive cock.

The reasonable part of her brain, the tiny bit of Karen that hadn't been overwhelmed by the lust that Wayne had forced on her with the stick tried to stop her from this humiliation.

But that part of her brain didn't control her body. She whined and slobbered and her cunt convulsed on air and squeezed a trail of sizzling juice out behind her as she inched across the floor. Wayne touched her with the stick again, this time pressing it between the cheeks of her ass, and Karen squealed as her body bounced against the floor and a tiny orgasm peaked inside her. Her ass-cheeks went numb but she kept crawling. Mark was only a foot in front of her and she raised up on her knees to make her final lunge for his cock.

Mark raised his leg and put his foot against her shoulder, pushing her back. He looked her over and smiled. Her hair was a tangle of gold stained with piss and cum now, more like the mane of a wild animal. There were still traces of dried cum on her face and tits, and a long smear of what looked like dried snot on her arm. Cunt-cream dribbled from her pussy and her cunt-lips hung fat and red. Her tits were swollen and her nipples fat and hard. Her eyes were glazed with lust and her lips were even fuller than they'd been. She was slobbering for cock she wanted it so bad, saliva trickling from both sides of her mouth.

"Why are you here?" he asked, feigning surprise.

She looked helplessly at his huge cock, held back from it by his foot. Tears welled up in her eyes and she clamped her mouth shut.

"Boss asked you a question!" Wayne said, dropping to one knee beside her and pulling a couple of hairs from her cunt. "It's impolite not to answer."

Karen sobbed uncontrollably, her cunt squirming with the pain of Wayne pulling her hairs out. She wanted Mark's cock, needed Mark's cock. But she couldn't beg them for it. That would be too much. They'd already degraded her in every way possible.

They'd fucked her and made her suck them and pissed in her face and mouth. They'd beaten her into servility, hit her with belts and whips and straps and cattle prods. But this would be the final debasement. To beg for that freak cock to destroy her body was too much. She wouldn't do it.

"I want your cock," she whispered, tears tracking down her soiled face.

"Where?" Mark asked, jerking it off slowly. He winked at Wayne.

"In my cunt," Karen whimpered. She could see the contempt in their faces. "Would you please put your cock in my cunt."

"I want to piss on you," Mark said, aiming his cock at her.

Karen sobbed. Her cunt was doing flip-flops. She rubbed her silky thighs together, greasing them with the juices of her cunt. She wanted to lower her head so that she wouldn't have to see the looks of amused disgust on Mark and Wayne's faces, but she couldn't tear her gaze away from the magnificent cock Mark was pointing at her. The need of her cunt was too much. She could deny them nothing.

"Piss on me please!" she begged.

"Suck my ass," Mark said, taking his foot off her shoulder and rolling up on the bed. "Stick your face between my ass-cheeks and stick your tongue up my asshole."

Karen shook with sorrow and lust. She crawled forward and stared at Mark's ass-crack. It was dark and lined with black hair. She wondered if she could try for his cock, but he was holding it away from her. He wasn't even spreading his cheeks apart, and with her hands bound she couldn't either.

"Now Karen!" Mark said.

Karen let herself fall forward, burying her face in the crack of Mark's ass. She braced herself with her bound hands and nuzzled her way into the dank crack of Mark's ass. She was almost overpowered by the shitty smell, but she pushed on, driven by the desperate lust that burned inside her. The hair that lined his ass scratched her cheeks and something moist and humid smeared her nose. Only the unholy excitement that controlled her kept Karen from throwing up, kept her digging toward the dark, tight bud of Mark's asshole.

"You know, boss, her asshole doesn't look too bad itself." Wayne dropped to his knees behind her, staring at the creamy, taut cheeks of her ass. "I don't want to kiss her ass, but I wouldn't mind fucking it."

"Wouldn't mind?" Mark laughed as he held his cock out of the reach of Karen's mouth. "Well, I wouldn't want to put you out, but if it won't be too much of a bother I guess you could ream her out for me."

Karen quaked with terror, wanting to pull her head out of Mark's ass and beg them not to fuck her ass. But she'd worked her way to his asshole, and her mouth clamped around it instead, and her tongue licked around its mouth. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad to have a cock up her ass. It might even help scratch the terrible itch in her cunt. Besides, she wasn't going to give up Mark's asshole now that she had her mouth glued to it.

Wayne spread Karen's tight, ass-cheeks and whistled to himself. Her asshole was a pretty pink bud that was drawn up tighter than any asshole he'd ever seen. He jammed his little finger in and listened to her whine. Her asshole contracted against his finger so powerfully that he began to wonder if he shouldn't just shove it up her cunt.

Karen groaned against the ring of Mark's ass. It wasn't that bad being fucked up the ass, she thought. A little uncomfortable, but it didn't hurt nearly as bad as she'd thought it would. She drilled her tongue deep inside Mark's asshole and clamped her lips tightly around it. She had to drive Mark to fuck her. If she didn't, she was going to lose her mind. She didn't even mind the taste of his ass in her mouth. Everything was turning her on now.

"Boy, she's tight," Wayne said, scooping a handful of her juice off the floor and rubbing it all over his cock. "She can barely take my little finger."

Wayne grinned as he placed the head of his cock against the tight pink bud of Karen's asshole and locked his big hands around her hips. His hands completely encircled her narrow waist.

Karen's face was buried too deep in Mark's ass for her to pull free, but she screamed into his humid asshole when she heard Wayne's words. She'd thought his little finger was his cock. Now she realized that she was in for another dose of terrible pain. Even the crazed lust that had overcome her faded a little at the thought of her asshole being torn by Wayne's ten-inch cock.

"Smile, ass-sucker!" Wayne grunted and yanked back on her waist as he drove forward.

Karen screamed, but only a muffled groan escaped the tight, dank confines of Mark's ass-crack. Karen squirmed, but she was trapped between Mark's ass and Wayne's cock, her waist held tight by Wayne's strong hands and her face trapped between the muscular flexings of Mark's ass-cheeks. She contracted her asshole as tightly as she could, but that only made the pain that much worse as the mushroom head of Wayne's cock popped inside her.

"She loves it," Wayne said between clenched teeth, heaving his hips forward while he pulled her back. The head of his cock had already bulled its way into Karen's throbbing asshole, now another two inches slid slowly inside. "This hot cunt'll take anything as long as it hurts a little."

Karen writhed desperately as Wayne pressured his cock up her ass, but it wasn't from pleasure. She wanted to pull her face free from Mark's ass, tell Wayne that it didn't hurt a little, that it hurt a whole lot and that she didn't like it. She wanted to tell him that it was killing her, sending lightning bolts of pain all the way up her back, making her shoulders hurt, making her stomach feel as though something was tearing it apart. She wanted to tell him that she thought he was ripping her asshole as he plowed inside her. She wanted to tell him anything to get him to pull his terrible cock out of her ass.

She felt the scratch of his groin on the trembling cheeks of her ass a moment before his pelvic bone struck her. She jolted against Mark, wedging her face more tightly inside his ass. He clenched his ass-cheeks powerfully, trapping half of Karen's pretty face inside the humid crevice. Karen could hardly breathe with her nose pressed flat inside Mark's asshole. All she could smell was the scent of his shit and her face was damp with the dank sweat of his ass-crack. Behind her, Wayne pulled back for another thrust.

Karen had never felt anything so wonderful as the terrible intrusion of Wayne's cock being removed from her asshole. She sighed in relief, squirming and contracting her ass to aid his exit. She knew that he was about to drive back inside her, but at the moment it was enough that he had pulled out for an instant.

"Fuck her ass hard, Wayne," Mark said quietly. "She sucks my ass better when she's got something in her own ass to think about."

"She's a sleazy slut all right," Wayne said in an offhand way as he slapped the quivering cheeks of Karen's ass. "Who'd have figured her for a cock-hungry whore?"

Karen's lust was cooling now, and the depth of her humiliation was striking home with every word that Wayne uttered. They considered her a cheap whore now, and were they wrong? She'd responded to every terrible thing they'd done to her, squirmed and screamed and begged for more. She guessed she deserved everything they did.

Wayne drove back in and Karen screamed into the bud of Mark's ass. The pain was tremendous, ripping up her back. It felt as though he were splitting her body in half with every powerful plunge. Her knees began to slide out from under her and Wayne followed her down, pushing her with the punishing thickness of his cock until her belly kissed the floor and her knees were spread out on either side of her. She screamed again, and her spit began to drool down the crack of Mark's ass, pooling on the floor by the bed.

Her face began to slip out of Mark's ass, and Mark released his giant cock to grab Karen by her hair. While Wayne fucked her virgin ass, Mark mashed her face into his, rubbing her face up and down his slick ass-crack and delighting in the fact that she kept her tongue wagging even now. He had almost broken her spirit completely. It wouldn't take much more now.

Wayne couldn't believe the way Karen was spread out beneath him, but it turned him on even more, and he fucked her ass faster, jerking out and thrusting in as fast as his hips could propel him. He rammed his palm into the small of her back, pushing her even farther into the floor, and began to slap her ass with his other hand. She oinked like a pig in the dirty trough of Mark's ass and wallowed on the floor with every shove, slap and fuck-thrust Wayne gave her.

Karen couldn't stop screaming. Her spine was bent in a curve. She was flat against the floor up to her navel and then tilted up unnaturally to Mark's flexing ass. And her knees were pointing in opposite directions straight out from her body, her thighs flush with the floor. Wayne was tearing her asshole apart with his ravaging cock and Mark was tearing her hair out of her head as he pulled her face back and forth inside his ass.

Wayne fucked her faster yet, his ass a blur as he pounded her into the floor. He watched her spit dribble out of Mark's ass and splatter the floor, watched her tanned ass-cheeks blaze crimson in the imprint of his whipping hand. Most of all, he watched the flutter of her helpless asshole against his plunging cock. He knew she was in agony and it turned him on. He slapped her and fucked her harder, and felt his cum begin to boil in his balls.

Karen lashed her tongue up and down the tight crack of Mark's ass, her rational mind once more slipping away as the pain and humiliation grew too great to bear.

"Oh, fuck me!" she whimpered into Mark's dilating asshole as the passion overwhelmed her reason.

She began to grind back against Wayne's savaging cock, her hips rotating in tight hard circles on the hard floor. Pain flared from her asshole with every move she made, but she couldn't stop herself. There was something so degrading about her obscene defilement at the hands of the two men that she lost control.

"Fuck, she's going to make me cum if she keeps that up!" Mark said with something like wonder in his voice.

"You aren't the only one, Mr. Drey," Wayne agreed. "The scuzzy little slut's gone crazy again."

Gone crazy. Yes, Karen thought as she lathered her tongue up and down the spit-soaked crack of Mark's ass, she had gone crazy. That was why she was driving her ass back at Wayne's cock every time he rammed it up her battered ass. They had forced her to do these horrible things and it had driven her crazy. That was why she was enjoying herself while Wayne tore into her ass-chute like it was a cunt.

Fresh pussy-cream speckled the lips of her cunt. Her fat cunt-lips began to shudder as she drove herself back against Wayne's cock. She fucked him harder, hoping, praying that she might climax. Karen locked her lips on Mark's asshole again and sucked with all her might, thrusting her tongue deep inside while she drew out the musky taste of his ass. She flipped her shuddering ass back harder against Wayne, impaling her brutalized ass-chute on his massive cock. She was teetering on the brink.

"Fuck!" Wayne shouted, his cock jerking deep inside her ass. He began to spurt inside her, his cum blasting so far into her ass that she felt jism heat in her stomach. "Fuck you bitch, grind that sweet ass on my cock!"

Blast after blast of his cum rocketed into Karen's asshole and she launched herself back at him, urging his cock deeper and deeper inside her.

Her clit was doing a dance inside her cunt, her pussy-muscles were convulsing in ecstasy. Another plunge of his cock and she'd be over the edge.

Wayne yanked his cock out of her asshole and wiped himself clean on the satin curve of her ass. Mark brought his feet down hard on Karen's shoulders and knocked her flat on the floor. Her face hit the wood hard. For an instant Karen was sure she was going to pass out.

"Nooooo!" she whined, shuddering and thrashing at their feet. She rubbed her shaking thighs frantically together, hit at her cunt-lips with her leather-bound hands. "Make me cum! Make me cum! I've got to cum!"

Mark's cock stood rock-hard at a right angle to his body. It was like a fleshy cannon, long and fat and lined with veins. He held it over Karen's flushed face and watched a slimy strand of pre-cum slip from its tip to stain her cheek. She thought she was ready, but she wasn't. He was going to show her what sex was all about.

"Fuck me, Mark!" she cried, and Mark smiled. She was pleading for a new cock to fill the hole her husband had left vacant. "I licked your ass out. I sucked it good. Please fuck me, please!"

"Are you my slave?" Mark asked. He watched Wayne's jism slip from her asshole, her own juices bubble from her cunt.

"Yes," she nodded her head quickly, pitiful in her desperation.

"Okay." Mark sat back down on the bed. "Wayne, get her ready."

And Karen felt a chill go through her superheated body. Mark was going to fuck her.

CHAPTER FOUR

Wayne pulled Karen up from the floor by her hair and dragged her to one of the beds. As Wayne threw her atop it, Karen saw that this one wasn't a bed at all but a hard platform with just enough leather cushioning to give comfort to knees and elbows. She realized, sadly, that there would be no give beneath her when Mark impaled her on his monstrous cock.

Wayne rolled the sex-crazed widow onto her shoulders, turning her over until her cunt hung over her mouth. Karen tried to struggle when she realized the position that Wayne was putting her in, but he put his foot on her forehead and held her in place as he spread her legs into an obscene split and strapped them with leather thongs to posts that stood at the sides of the bed. Then, quickly, to keep her from slipping out of her spread position, Wayne looped a length of shining silver chain around her stomach and tied it to the end of the bed.

Karen groaned in pain and lust. Her legs felt like spaghetti from all the ways they had been tied. She watched the way the muscles in her thighs jerked and tensed and wondered that they hadn't been torn to pieces by the strain they'd been placed under. Her back hurt now, too, and she was humiliatingly aware of how open her pussy had been pulled by the position she was tied in. Still her cunt drooled juice and her swollen tits burned with lust. She needed Mark's giant cock.

"Fuck me!" she whimpered, and then Mark was standing above her. "Fuck me please!"

Wayne unzipped the glove that had bound her hands together and slipped the leather off her arms. The brush of air against Karen's sweaty arms felt so good that her cunt clutched tight, and a low growl of pleasure escaped her lips. Both of the men laughed at his terrible need.

"Hold your cunt open," Mark said, "… and put my cock in."

A burst of shame swept through Karen. Her face flushed red and she closed her eyes. This was it, the ultimate defilement. She was going to be torn to ribbons by Mark's monster cock, but the excitement of her body had betrayed her so much that she was going to spread herself open for him and guide his killing cock inside. She knew now that anything they wanted she would give them. They had stripped her of her will, she no longer had any self control. She was the slave of the two men, the slave of her own body as well.

With trembling hands, she reached toward her cunt. It was hard to keep her fingers from plunging into the moist, hot cavern, but she resisted, knowing the punishment that act would bring. Instead, she propped the fingers of her left hand against the puffy, red lips of her pussy and spread them even farther than the split Wayne had forced her into had done. And her right hand grasped hold of Mark's cock and tugged its fist-sized head toward the waiting hole of her cunt.

"Fuck me," she mumbled, unable to take her eyes off the drama that was playing itself out above her head. "Fuck me, Mark! Fuck my slutty ass into the dirt!"

"Yes!" Mark hissed as the tip of his cock brushed the fevered flesh of her cunt. His cock-head dwarfed the entrance to Karen's cunt, even spread apart and held open as it was. "Put me in, Karen. Put me inside your pretty pink pussy."

Wayne sat down by Karen's head, his legs spread out on either side of her face, his cock lying half hard on her cheek. Karen barely noticed him. She was staring at Mark, thinking blearily that he looked like a God standing above her. She too saw that his cock-head was larger than her cunt, and fear knifed through her, but there was no going back now. She had to have a cock inside her, and even if Mark killed her putting it in, at least he would scratch the terrible itch that was burning her cunt.

Mark lunged forward without warning, wanting to catch Karen off guard so that there would be no quick, involuntary contraction of her already-tight cunt. His giant cock-head dwarfed Karen's hole and she grunted with pain at the first impact of his cock. Mark grabbed her widespread thighs for leverage and bore down harder, leaning all of his two hundred pounds against Karen's pussy. He didn't even relax enough to smile when he heard her first scream.

It wasn't going to go in. It couldn't go in. Karen thrashed against the chains and leather bindings that locked her in place. She dropped her hands from her cunt and Mark's cock and clawed at the air. Her eyes bugged from her head and every muscle in her body marbled with tension. She hadn't known it would be like this. She hadn't even imagined it would be like this.

Mark's cock-head began to bull its way into Karen's cunt, pushing her fat, pink cunt-lips in front of it. The pressure from his giant cock spread Karen's legs even farther. Her body bent more and more under the pressure until her pussy rested no more than an inch away from her face. Mark's feet left the cushions now and he leaned all his weight atop her. Karen couldn't stop screaming.

"Open up, you fucking slut!" Mark shouted gleefully, hunching his hips against her pussy, watching his cock-head slowly wedge its way inside. "Widows can't be picky, Karen! With a dead husband you've got to grab your cock wherever you can get it!"

"And you've grabbed a lot of it this time, you fucking widow sleaze!" Wayne added, rubbing his leaking cock back and forth over Karen's pretty face.

Karen gasped for breath like a dying fish. Her face was turning bright red. She could feel her pelvic bones being pushed out of place as Mark implanted his massive cock into her body. Her back bent even more, until she could feel the brush of her labored breathing against the silky blonde hair of her cunt. Now she could see in gruesome close-up the ravaging of her tender pussy, the endless stalk of Mark's prick as it extended from the open wound of her cunt back to Mark's heavy, powerful body.

Mark grinned savagely as he forced his cock into Karen's helpless, straining body. The head of his cock was tearing the lips of her cunt farther open than they had ever been stretched before. Mark knew that fucking his cock was like delivering a baby in reverse, that the sweep of his prick when he fucked it fully into her trapped body would push all her internal organs aside. And Karen had a tighter cunt than he'd ever found on a woman her age. He knew that she'd never had a child, but just an average amount of fucking should have opened her up more than this. She was as tight and tender as a virginal teenager. Well, he thought, his grin growing wider still, she wouldn't be for long.

"Please!" Karen pleaded in a tiny voice. She could feel the rim of her pussy tearing to allow the penetration of Mark's terrible cock. "Please! Please, please!"

She wasn't even sure what she was pleading for anymore. Her cunt was drooling sticky pussy-cream, her clit was wiggling like a worm on a hook, but she knew that Mark was going to kill her with his cock. Her belly felt plugged with flesh already, and she hadn't even taken all of the ghastly, grapefruit-sized head of his prick.

She squirmed, but she could barely move with her legs and waist bound and Mark's heavy weight lying stop her. She could feel her body being opened up as his huge cock-head slipped inside her, but she couldn't believe that her cunt could be stretched so far. She felt something tearing at the mouth of her pussy and she knew that even the most elastic flesh of her body couldn't accommodate the monstrous intrusion being forced on it now.

The head of Mark's cock popped fully inside her cunt with a wet tearing plopping sound, and Karen went into a fit. Her legs thrashing against their bindings and her ass danced back and forth under Mark's onslaught, almost knocking him from her. Her head whipped back and forth and Wayne amused himself by bringing his cock around to slap her in the face with each turn of her head. Mark felt her cunt tearing to accept him and he drove forward. He knew that now the head of his cock was inside her that the rest would be easy. Easy for him, anyway.

Mark drove forward relentlessly and Karen watched through glazed eyes as his cock disappeared into her beaten cunt. Her pussy-juice flowed in tidal waves, trying to ease his passage, but her body couldn't cope with the power of his gargantuan prick. Her juices splattered against her face, and the wet slap of her sticky fuck-lube was the only thing that kept her conscious as Mark tore her body in two.

Karen's belly swelled as Mark pushed his cock inside, the huge sausage size of his prick puffing her flat belly up until she looked almost as if she were pregnant. Karen stopped breathing for a moment at the shock of his intrusion. She'd stopped screaming, no longer having enough breath or mind left to do so. Seven inches of his cock was inside her and already she had taken far more than her body could accept.

She could feel every inch of Mark's cock as it passed into her body. Her torn cunt-lips burned as his massive prick rubbed over them. Her cunt-sheath was stretching, flattening, pulling out of itself as it accepted the ball-bat thickness of Mark's cock. Eight inches, nine inches, she hadn't taken half his cock yet and her pussy was being stretched to its limits. Her tight ass-cheeks trembled, her legs kicked helplessly while her hands clawed at air. Ten inches. She felt the awful, fat head of Mark's cock bang against the back of her cunt, nudging her cervix.

"Put it in, boss," Wayne groaned in disappointment as Mark pulled his cock back out of Karen's cunt. He pushed the leaking head of his cock along her parted lips and watched a juicy drop of pre-cum slip inside her mouth. "Give her it all!"

Karen wasn't even aware that Mark was pulling his cock out. Her cunt was burning with pain, torn and stretched beyond endurance. Mark pulled back until only the head of his prick was still inside her throbbing pussy and waited for her to tighten up again. This time she was going to take it all, but he didn't want to make things too easy for the tight-assed whore.

Karen screamed at the instant Mark drove forward again, and she continued to scream as he fed her every inch of his terrible cock. She felt it filling her, stretching her, tearing her apart. Her body bent farther still, until her gasping mouths was filled by the golden fur of her cunt and Mark's balls draped heavily over her nose. She stared up blankly into the ass-crack she had just cleaned with her tongue, not seeing the awful drive of Mark's prick into her devastated cunt.

Mark yelled with joy as he passed the foot mark. He was pushing her cervix hard now, feeling the tiny hole of that second chamber straining against the advance of his cock. Karen's cunt was giving way before his unstoppable advance and he ground his ass harder to deliver the last third of his prick.

Wayne stood up for a better view of the fuck, his cock as hard as a rock in his hands. He'd already cum three times with the sleazy bitch in the last couple of hours, but he was so hot again already that he was afraid he'd blow off at any second. He'd hated Karen and her husband for the last six years of his life, and he'd lusted after her tight, twitching ass and bouncy tits and pristine cunt for almost as long.

That cunt wasn't so pristine anymore, he thought with grim pleasure. Fourteen inches in, fifteen inches in, only three or four more to go. Mark was going to stick it all the way in. Wayne was surprised it hadn't killed she scummy bitch. She'd had a fucking tight cunt.

She didn't anymore. Karen didn't even move now, her body frozen as Mark force-fed the last inches of his horse cock into her blasted cunt. She could feel the monster head of his cock poking up between cunt-lips. She could feel the lips of her cunt drawn inside her as her body strained desperately to accept Mark's perverse intrusion. The silky skin of her ass and stomach was drawn tight with the pressure Mark was putting on her battered cunt.

Her clit was smashed flat by the width of Mark's prick, but it wiggled and danced against the crush of meat. Pussy-juice gushed from her cunt, pouring over Mark's balls, splashing against Karen's pale face in a waterfall. She raised her head to lick at the little stalk of Mark's cock that had yet to impale her and she screamed out her pleasure and pain. He was killing her, but he was driving her insane with pleasure too.

"Look at this," Mark rasped to Wayne. "She loves it. The stinking whore loves it!"

Mark's cock hit bottom and Karen screamed louder at the feel of his pelvis kissing hers. Drops of blood spattered her face along with the gush of pussy-cream, but the pain from the spots where he'd torn her just added to the insane ecstasy of her writhing, burning cunt. Her pussy worked on his cock like a jacking fist, and the throes of Karen's massive orgasm almost drove Mark over the edge.

"Fuck me!" she screamed. "Wayne, put your cock in too. Fuck me hard! Cum on me! Piss on me! Mark, shit in my face!"

Mark savored the feel of her cunt for a moment and then pulled back. He looked down to see the glazed look of delirium on Karen's face, watching the way her body twisted and tossed even beneath his weight and the tight bonds that held her.

He stabbed in again, as hard as he could, and her cunt clutched spastically around his cock for all eighteen inches of its entrance. She was loving it. He was tearing her to pieces, but the sluttish whore loved every second of it.

Agony sizzled through Karen's torn cunt and tethered legs, but the pleasure that bubbled through her veins was far stronger. She lifted her head and took Mark's fat, cum-filled balls into her mouth, sucking on first one huge ball and then the other. She lathed her tongue over the crinkly, hairy bag until his balls glistened with her saliva.

Mark was spurred to greater action by her tonguing, fucking her fast and hard. Karen's cunt was stretched obscenely around the monstrous girth of his prick. Her trembling thighs were coated with the slick cunt-juice her pussy gushed in a desperate effort to ease the devastation of the terrible fuck. Her torn pussy clamped spastically around Mark's thundering cock, and with a tiny, hopeless cry, Karen began to cum.

Her asshole puckered with every stab of his prick and her satiny ass-cheeks flexed in rhythm with the spasms of her cunt. She drank her own cunt-juice as it poured over the pistoning shaft of Mark's cock. Her tongue never stopped wagging and her cunt kept jerking spastically with each punch of Mark's cock inside her. Mark smiled. If the haughty whore loved this so much, he was going to give her something really special.

"Wayne, why don't you stick your cock up this gutter slut's ass?" he asked as he ripped into Karen's cunt again. "She's not enjoying herself enough yet."

Wayne leaped to his feet without a word. His cock was painfully hard, and he wasn't sure that he would be able to keep from shooting his load until Mark was finished with ripping the stuck-up whore's cunt to pieces. He was glad that now he wouldn't have to find out. He stood up above Karen's shuddering, tanned ass-cheeks and pointed his big, hard cock right at the squirming circle of her asshole. And then he slammed in.

The world exploded around Karen. She could only squirm a little trapped beneath their heavy bodies, but pain and lust ignited through her body in a blast of sexual delirium. Her back felt as though it would snap under the pressure of their combined weight. The lining between her cunt and ass felt as though it had already been burst.

All Karen could feel was a massive intrusion inside her, a living impalement that pushed her bones and vital organs aside with every thundering stroke. She lifted her head again and tongued the straining mouth of her cunt and the terrible stalk of Mark's cock as it swept in and out of her body.

Karen's tongue whipped madly about the raw opening of her pussy and the slick juice of her cum splashed directly into her mouth. It was tinged pink with her blood and mixed now with the heady broth of Mark's copious fuck-lube. She slurped it up, unable to drink enough of the sexual fluids. She tried to pull her head up farther and get at Wayne's ass-ramming cock, but her tongue wagged inches away from her goal.

She squirmed her ass between them, and in spite of the weight and ropes that held her, she humped back and forth to match their brutalizing beat. She couldn't think anymore, all she could do was fuck. Pain had lost meaning for her now, it was all part of the mass assault of sensation that was driving her mad. Cock was goring her savaged cunt and asshole, and she couldn't stop cumming, couldn't stop urging them to damage her more.

Karen cried at her humiliation, at her degradation at the hands of the two men, but she couldn't keep her body from responding. They were tearing her up now, maybe ruining her forever, and still her body betrayed her fucked them back, exploded with climaxes, forced her face up to lick Mark's cock and drink the juice and blood from her own cunt. Tears and saliva and fuck-juice mixed to cover her pretty, pale face.

Mark groaned as he felt the stuck-up widow's body thrash helplessly through another climax. She wasn't so stuck-up now, he thought happily as he pounded remorselessly at her ruined cunt. But he could see that he hadn't broken her completely yet, either. It was okay. He had all the time in the world.

She licked and sucked at his cock like a slave, twisted like an out-of-control marionette between his and Wayne's hard-fucking bodies. Her face was twisted with shame and lust and little-girl eagerness, and Mark could feel his cum boil in his balls as he looked at the helpless play of feeling across her slimy, pretty face. He couldn't wait to see it dripping with the cum that he was going to drown her cunt in.

One orgasm was starting before the last one finished and the itching was just getting worse with each climax that rumbled through her Karen's hands clutched at her pointy, silky tits and clawed them raw.

She tore at her nipples with her fingernails and mauled her tits, twisting them across her heaving chest and pulling them cruelly out from her body. She needed more. She wanted a cock in her throat. She wanted them to fuck her harder. She came again and bucked harder against her ravishers.

Mark and Wayne grinned at each other over the bowed back of the sex-crazed widow. Both were on the brink of cumming, and each was determined to fuck the lithe, snotty bitch into the ground before he spilled his load.

They stabbed their cocks into her faster, cramming their thick meaty shafts to the hilt in the straining blonde's over-stuffed holes. They see-sawed her body back and forth between them, never letting a moment pass when Karen's trembling body was empty of battering, reaming cock.

And Karen had been driven into a frenzy, her body convulsing beneath them, her hands clawing at her swollen tits. She shrieked as she was buffeted between the two men. Her cunt and asshole engulfed their massive cocks. Orgasm after orgasm burst through her, merging into a single overwhelming climax that went on forever. Dimly Karen realized that she would never be happy again without a cock fucking brutally inside her.

They used her like a piece of meat, slapping her between them with no regard for her body. When they hammered her cunt and asshole so hard that a shadow of pain crossed her lust-contorted face, it spurred them on to brutalize her pulverized sex-holes even more. Karen orgasmed through it ail.

Wayne and Mark began to spurt in the same instant, and the first explosion of cum into her body drove Karen mad. They geysered into her with firehose velocity, filling her belly with steaming white jism. With Mark's second burst, his cum began to pour back out of Karen's demolished cunt. It streamed down over Karen's gasping face, painting her chin and filling her open mouth.

Wayne saw the cum gushing down over Karen's delicate features and yanked his cock out of her grasping asshole. His cum began to drool out over the widespread slit of her cunt. Wayne aimed his cock for her wide brown eyes and jerked himself off.

While Mark's waterfall of jism glossed Karen's chin and cheeks silvery white, and pooled between her glistening, parted lips, Wayne barraged her eyes and golden hair with greasy lines of slop.

Karen bucked against Mark's powerfully fucking cock. She came every time he pulsed another gluey wad of jism into her swampy pussy. His frothy cum fountained out of her as quickly as it exploded in, and Karen's upper body was mottled with his fuck-slop. Her open mouth was a deep lake of jism, her throat held a pool that trickled down the sides of her neck with every gasping breath she took. Her cheeks and chin were painted white, and even her shoulders and tits were blotted with drops of pasty cum. Karen was awash with the juices of lust.

"Take it, you scuzzy cunt!" Wayne moaned, and he jerked his cock, festooning Karen's hair and forehead with his cum. He'd submerged both her eyes under dollops of cock-cream and even shot one pasty string up the quivering holes of her nostrils. "Drown in it, you fancy bitch! Drown in our fucking cum!"

Karen swallowed as fast as she could, rubbing the cum that had slopped onto her tits into the heated flesh until her skin glistened with a coat of jism.

Her injured cunt wrenched at Mark's spurting cock, wringing every ounce of his foaming goo into her thrashing body. He pulled his cock from her, still hard and oozing cum, and he drained the last of his jism out on the bridge of her nose before he stepped away from her.

Wayne rubbed his cock clean on the quaking flesh of Karen's tanned ass before he, too, stepped back off the bed. Karen continued to thrash against the bindings that held her legs and waist, her writhing wilder now that the bodies of the two men no longer held her down.

She walled her lust and pain and gulped down the cum that still sloshed from her lush, parted lips. Her hands tore at her burning red nipples.

Karen's cunt looked as if a truck had been driven through it. It was a swamp of male and female cum-juice. Her cunt-lips were almost purple with the boiling blood that filled them and her clit was extending like a cock, just peaking from the swollen lips of her pussy. Wayne whistled at the awesome sight. Mark had shattered her cunt with his gigantic cock.

But her cunt-lips still fluttered with excitement, and her fresh cunt-juice was pumping out to freshen the old. And her cunt began to tighten as the men watched, adjusting itself to its normal size now that the inhuman intrusion of Mark's prick was no longer buried inside it. And still it squirmed on itself, her clit buzzing with lust while her luscious ass-cheeks squirmed.

"Fuck me!"

Karen dipped her fingers in the cum that submerged her face and stuck them in her mouth. She spread the plaster of jism over her pretty face and rubbed it down over her silky tits. Her tongue wagged out over her lips and chin to collect every bit of cum-juice she could reach. Her eyes were dull with earthy, animal lust. Her lips and tits and cunt were bloated, swollen with an overload of sexual excitement. She scratched at the heavy lips of her creaming cunt with her long, sharp fingernails.

"Fuck me again, please! Oh please, please fuck me!"

"No, Karen," Mark said, an evil smile tilting his lips. "Take care of yourself, you sewer bitch. Lick your own cunt, Karen. Eat yourself out!"

Karen scooped gobs of tacky jism out of her eyes and stuffed them in her mouth. Then her eyes fluttered open, stinging with the jism that leaked in, eyelashes painted silver with spilled cock-cream. Her cunt looked like a cesspool. She had licked around it while Mark was fucking her, but she couldn't, wouldn't do this.

"Eat yourself out, Karen." Mark jerked on his cock. His magnificent, pussy-rending, world-ending cock. "You're burning up. Your filthy little pussy is squirming for attention, and your pretty pink tongue and soft red lips and sharp little teeth are just inches away. Eat yourself out!"

"No!" Karen's voice trembled as she spoke. Her body jerked against its bonds as she tried to quell the lava flow of lust through her long, lean frame. "No. I'm not your servant. I won't eat my own cunt!"

She stared at her pussy. It was an open wound on her body, a red slash that was leaking sex-juices. Her pussy-lips slithered together and her clit wiggled with the tumult of her cunt. Her head lifted from the table.

"Fasten your lips around that aching cunt, Karen!" Mark ordered. "Bite your little clit and play with it with your tongue! Stick your pretty little face into your dirty gash and lick yourself clean. Then we can dirty you up all over again!"

A fat drop of pussy-juice squeezed out of Karen's cunt and hit her right between her eyes. Her tongue flickered out like a frightened pink worm between her thick red lips.

Her head was spinning, and the stink of her cunt was driving her over the edge. She wanted to throw up, but she wanted to bite down on the swollen red lips of her cunt even more.

"When you lick yourself clean, we'll fuck you again, Karen," Mark called and he waved his wonderful prick at her to get her attention. "You'll get all this hard meat again just as soon as you lick yourself dry."

Karen groaned hopelessly. She was their slave.

After everything they'd done to her, after the horror of being raped by Mark's horse cock, there was still lower to sink. Karen knew now that Mark and Wayne were going to push her completely into the muck.

Tears tracking through her slime-fouled face, Karen clutched her thighs with her hands and pulled her head up into her crotch.

CHAPTER FIVE

Karen buried her face into the swampy slash of her cunt. At first she wanted to throw up as Mark's cooling sperm, mixed with the thinner more pungent fluid of her cunt, dribbled into her mouth and up her nose.

She wanted to pull her face away, scream at the vile monsters who were forcing her to degrade herself. She wanted to get away and spend the next year of her life locked in a hot shower. Instead, she locked her lips around the slimy mouth of her cunt and lashed her tongue inside its creamy, heated depths.

"Look at that bitch," Wayne said, his cock soft but his eyes glittering. "She's starving for it. What a hot fucking whore!"

"She'll do anything we want now," Mark observed simply. His cock was still a rock-solid pole jutting almost two feet out from his stomach. "She needs fucking now and she knows it. She needs other things, too. She needs to be hurt. She needs to be humiliated. Don't you, Karen? Doesn't it get really hot when we make you cry?"

Karen sobbed but she drove her face farther into her steaming pussy. She collected every trace of Mark's and Wayne's cum with her flicking tongue. Now she was nipping at her clit and smooching at the lips of her cunt. Her ass-cheeks and tightly muscled thighs shuddered with the pleasure she was giving herself.

"Put a finger up your asshole, Karen!" Mark slapped her ass-cheek to punctuate the command, leaving a sizzling red handprint on her tanned ass. "And keep feeling your tits. Do it, bitch!"

Karen groaned helplessly and closed one hand over her tits. Her other hand reached slowly around the sleek curve of her hip, her fingers splaying out over the trembling cheeks of her ass. She scratched at the fevered skin of her ass, digging welts into her flesh, puffing her ass-cheeks far apart. She cried at the depth of her enslavement, but she slowly teased her fingers into the crack of her tender ass.

Her cunt damped spastically against her burrowing face, squirting pussy-juice into her eyes and up her nose. Karen sputtered and choked and screamed as a massive orgasm shattered her trembling body. She bit her clit hard and then slithered her tongue as far into the spasming reaches of her cunt as she could. She plucked at her nipples wildly, as though she wanted to tear them from her body. And she slammed two fingers into the loosened grommet of her ass.

"Fucking whore," Wayne muttered.

Another orgasm tore through Karen as her fingers penetrated her asshole. A fresh wave of sweat broke out on her twisting, tortured body and animal cries sounded from her cunt-stuffed mouth. The muscles of her flat stomach roiled and her ass-cheeks clamped like a vise around her violating fingers. She sucked her clit into her mouth and worried it as a dog would a bone. Her cunt gushed pussy-cream down over her already-slimy face.

The world was spinning away from her. Karen could feel crashing waves of lust batter through her, one hitting her body as the last was just pulling away. She twisted against her bonds and yelped like a dog. She tried to force her head completely into her cunt. One of her legs tore free from the ropes that held it, and she kicked wildly through the air, hanging now by one foot and her waist. With her foot loosened, Karen's cunt began to raise away from her face, but she locked her arms around the backs of her thighs and pulled it back down, engulfing it with her mouth.

"She's really getting it now," Mark said, satisfaction coloring his voice. "Every inch of her body's coming unglued."

"I can see it," Wayne agreed. "The sleazy cunt's really getting off!"

Karen wished that she had more hands. Three or four, anyway, so that she could crush both her tits and use hands on her cunt and asshole at the same time. She sawed her fingers back and forth inside the damp tunnel of her ass and slurped hungrily at her squeezing cunt. Her entire frame was shuddering with the strain of her pleasure. She wondered if she was going to survive this orgasm, but that was a tiny concern placed against the hellish ecstasy that was tearing through her body now.

"There's someone I want you to meet, Karen," Mark said, and Wayne looked up with a smirk as Mark hit the buzzer by the door of Karen's office. "Since you're going to be so important to the running of the company from now on, I thought that you'd want a personal assistant, and I was nice enough to hire you one. Wasn't that nice of me? Answer, Karen!"

"Yes. Ohhh, yessss!" Karen pulled her face away from her convulsing cunt for just an instant, but it was long enough to see the change in her face. "Yesss!"

Her eyes were rimmed with red now and dilated with lust. Her face glistened with her cunt-juice. It ran into her golden hair and puddled in the hollows of her throat and ears. Her lips were scratched red and swollen with sexual excitement. Mark knew that she was almost reduced to the thing he wanted to make of her.

Karen buried her face back into her cunt, unmindful of what Mark was saying, uncaring that he was going to bring in a stranger to view her debasement. Her body was ravaged by the orgasms that whirled through her, her mind destroyed by the waves of agonizing pleasure that burned through every neuron. She could feel the procession of climaxes begin to weaken now, and she strained, wanting to squeeze all the pleasure she could out of her body.

"Karen," Mark said theatrically. "I want you to meet your new assistant." He flung open the door.

"Hello, Miss Antonella," Wayne said.

"Hello, Wayne," the newcomer replied with a sweet smile. Her face turned hard when she looked at Karen. "Hello, Karen, I'm here to assist you in your new job. You can call me Mistress. But only when I give you permission."

Karen's face fell away from her cunt, the back of her head striking the hard surface of the bed. Her arms dropped limply to her sides as the maddened pleasure of her orgasms subsided. Wayne cunt her other foot loose and she fell flat on the bed, still secured to it by the leash of rope around her stomach. She had never before felt the kind of shame she experienced now.

Mark had brought in a woman to witness her debauchment, and not just any woman. The sexy brunette standing at the foot of Karen's bondage bed was a woman Karen had met before. The bitch was a negotiator, a professional go-between for the big companies, and a few years before she'd worked on a deal with Karen's husband. She'd tried to work her way into his pants as well. It had ended with Karen calling her a slut and slapping her in the middle of a party, and Karen had tried very hard to put her out of her mind ever since. Mark had brought her back, to both Karen's mind and life.

Karen had never seen her like this before. She was dressed in a leather corset that slimmed her already-narrow waist and lifted and thrust out her big, firm tits. A pair of black leather panties bulged with the lush cheeks of her ass and outlined the mound of her cunt so tightly that Karen could see even the cleft of Antonella's fat-lipped cunt. Her long, shapely legs were packed into sleek black nylons and she stood atop five-inch spiked heels. Even through the haze of her pain and hatred Karen could not help admiring the wild sensuality of the woman who stood before her.

"It's been a long time, Karen." There were other things different about Antonella as well. Three-inch-long, black-polished, razor-edged fingernails clicked at the ends of her fingers now. And a black whip tipped with dozens of shining metal hooks curled in her hand. "I'm going to make you scream, cunt. I'm going to break you into a whimpering little slut slave. I fucked your limp-dicked husband for the last three years just so I'd be around when he died and you'd be alone. I've always wanted your sexy ass, bitch, and that slap you gave me made me want to hear you scream!"

Karen looked up wearily, unable to muster even the energy to respond to the ravishing woman. The string of orgasms she'd just experienced had wracked her, wrecked her, and now she was almost too exhausted to even be ashamed of the lewd way she was displayed for Antonella's inspection. The day's beating and fucking and bondage had reduced her to near insensibility.

"You stink, cunt!" Antonella said, sounding only mildly disgusted at the state Karen was in. She stepped closer and loosened the rope from around the blonde widow's waist. "You're filthy as a pig. Is that what you are, Karen? A filthy little pig?"

Karen tried to rouse herself to answer, but she couldn't. The pain was overwhelming. All she could do was watch through lidded eyes as Antonella pulled off the stray scraps of her clothing that remained on her body. Antonella let her hands wander freely as she finished the job of denuding the young blonde. She pinched her red, sore cunt-lips and scratched the reddened cheeks of her ass. She tweaked stiff nipples with her sharpened fingernails and even traced an inquisitive finger around the red, scum-smeared oval of Karen's lips.

Karen could deny her nothing, had neither the energy or will to protest. She tried to knock the dark-haired woman's hands away from her cunt when Antonella pinched her there, but it was so much effort just to raise her arm that Karen let it fall limply back to the bed. The hours of straining at the bonds Mark and Wayne had confined her in had taken their toll. She was battered from their fucking, bruised from their beatings. She was broken. She would deny Antonella nothing.

"What pretty blonde hair," Antonella said mockingly, drawing it away from Karen's neck while she slipped a collar around her. Karen saw, with a pang of humiliation, that there was a leash connected to her new, metal collar. "What a pretty blonde piggie. Does the piggie want to have a nice bath or lie here and wallow?"

Karen's cunt was so much tenderized meat, her asshole felt loose and wet and ruined. She was afraid of what the water would do to her, but she wanted the smell of cum and piss cleansed from her body. She knew that Antonella was expecting an answer, but she wasn't sure what to say.

Tears trickled from her eyes when she realized that they had broken her will so completely that she couldn't even decide whether to take a bath or not.

"Come on, piggie, it's bath time," Antonella sighed at last, yanking on her end of the leash that was wrapped tight around Karen's slender throat. Karen was pulled up slightly, but she still couldn't urge her body to move her off the bed. "Come on, piggie. Move your stinking ass!"

Karen felt anger fire through her, but she knew she couldn't act on it. Here was this woman who claimed to have been having an affair with her husband for the last three years of his life, a slut who'd steal another woman's husband, and she was acting like she was the better of the two of them. Karen suddenly hated Antonella more deeply and fiercely than either of the two men who had placed her in this bondage.

"Do it, you slimy, dirty, pig!" Antonella screeched, her calm dissolving to rage in an instant. She jerked on the leash so hard that Karen couldn't draw a breath. "Move your hot little ass off that bed!"

Karen screamed, surprising even herself with the sudden strength and rage that flared through her body. She came off the bed in a lurch and rushed the dark-haired beauty who held her trapped.

A look of concern flashed over Antonella's face, and Karen felt a grim rush of satisfaction. The two men might hold her in their power, but she wasn't about to let this whore tell her what to do.

Antonella watched coolly as the dumb blonde bitch rushed her. She'd hoped to goad that slinky little cunt into attacking her, had hungered for a chance to really unload on the high-classed bitch.

She'd wanted the cunt's husband for years, wanted the power and wealth that she could wangle from the old man, but all she'd ever managed to get were the kind of scraps a man tossed a part-time mistress.

Now she was going to have it all, and she was going to have the cunt who'd stood in her way for her plaything.

Antonella ducked just as Karen reached her and slammed her fist into the bronzed surface of Karen's flat belly. Then, before the blonde could buckle, Antonella jerked back on her leash, pulling her upright, and dug her long, sharp fingernails into the sensitized lips of Karen's cunt. She closed her fist tight, a handful of pink cunt-flesh trapped inside, and the abused blonde widow began to scream.

"Bitch!" Antonella hissed as she choked Karen with one hand and tortured her cunt with the other. "Pig! Don't ever try that again or I'll tear your stuck-up little cunt to pieces. Do you hear me?"

Karen knew that the weakness of her body had let Antonella beat her so easily. Battered and exhausted as she was she should have known that she'd be no match for the fresh woman and the terrible claws she had at her disposal.

She nodded her head, her spirit crumbling, accepting the terrible fact that her dead husband's mistress was now her master.

"Oink if you hear me, Karen." The brunette roughly pulled the blonde's lithe body against her own.

She ducked her head and sucked the tender whiteness of Karen's throat on either side of the cruel leather collar she'd fitted her with. "Oink like a pig if you hear me. Oink like a little bitch piggie who wants to take a bath and suck a lady's cunt."

"Please…" Karen whimpered, leaning her body against Antonella, barely able to stand now that the adrenaline burst that had fueled her rush at the dark-haired woman was fading. "Please… I'm sorry, Mistress. I won't do anything like it again."

"Sweet thing," Antonella cooed, her voice all light and happiness once more. She was biting her way over the proud thrust of Karen's shoulder now, leaving red tracers that would fade to bruises in her wake. "Sweet little blonde piggie. Do you want to take a bath?"

"Please…" It felt like the sexy brunette was tearing her cunt-lips to pieces. "I would like that very much, Mistress. Oh, please."

"Do you want to suck my cunt?" Antonella asked innocently, biting down the flawless flesh of Karen's right arm. She was working her way around to the inside of the arm, where the flesh was less tanned and more sweet. "You want to lick and suck my cunt and tell me how sweet it is, don't you?"

"Please…" Karen didn't know what else to say. She could deny the evil woman nothing, but she couldn't oink like a pig. She couldn't demean herself so completely in front of the two men. "Let me suck your cunt, please! I want to suck your cunt until you come!"

"Then oink like a pig, bitch!" Antonella hissed and bit into the tender flesh of Karen's armpit until a scream jittered from the tormented widow's lips and a trickle of blood flowed down her side. "Oink, pig! Oink!"

Karen collapsed, her legs buckling beneath her. Antonella backed away, relinquishing her grips on the woman but not the one on the leash, and let her fall. Karen landed in a tangle of arms and legs and splashing blonde hair, whimpering wordlessly at the high-heeled feet of the sadistic brunette. She knew that she looked like a cowering animal at the feet of its master.

"Oink!" Antonella commanded, sounding almost bored now. She jabbed the spiked heel of her right shoe into the bouncing firmness of Karen's left tit. "Oink like a pig, piggie, or I'll have to punish!"

Karen looked up at the whip Antonella had curled around her right forearm. She knew it could flay the flesh from her bones. She knew that even without it Antonella was her mistress, and she must obey her. She opened her mouth and bleated like a broken animal.

"That's the best you can do?" Antonella asked almost sadly. She prodded Karen's cheek with her foot. "Lick my shoe a little, piggie. It got smudged when you fell down."

Karen still oinked as she opened her mouth and flapped her tongue over the leather slickness of Antonella's high-heeled shoe. She was mindful of the fact that Antonella hadn't told her she could stop.

The first touch of her tongue against the shining leather made her feel a little sick, but she didn't let it stop her. Oinking like a pig, Karen licked the shoe until it shone with her spit.

It occurred to Karen now just how beautiful Antonella was. She was so dark, so exotic, so perfectly formed. Her figure was like an hourglass, full-breasted and wide-hipped, and her legs were so long and shapely, her waist so perfectly narrow.

Karen felt ashamed of her own slender figure, her blonde hair and thin face. It was no wonder that her husband had wanted to sleep with this woman. Karen was barely worthy to lick her shoes.

"Oh yes, honey, that's the way to do it!" Antonella was rubbing at the clearly outlined lips of her cunt now, dragging the hard butt of the whip up and down over the leather that encased them. "Don't forget the bottoms. Suck on the heel honey, just like it was a big, fat prick."

Karen slurped over the dirty bottom of Antonella's shoe, then took the cruel spike of the heel between her lips. She sucked it into her mouth and ran her tongue up and down its shaft. She flicked her tongue at its cold leather surface the way she would have teased along the throbbing hot length of a cock. Her mouth began to water and her cunt began to heat up. She was getting hot being forced to lick the filthy soles of a woman's shoe.

"Look at her cunt!" Wayne shouted from the other side of the room. "She's getting hot again!"

"Is piggie getting hot?" Antonella asked, a look of concern draping its way across her face. "Oh, my poor little piggie. Licking my shoes gets you all hot in your slimy cunt? Then I guess I'll have to let you lick the other one!"

Karen shuddered with shame and lust as Antonella lifted her other foot and wiggled the spiked heel in her face. Karen knew how she looked groveling at the feet of the sexy brunette bitch, but she didn't care anymore. Her cunt was beginning to squirm and the pain and fatigue were beginning to fade from her body. She eagerly sucked the spike of the second shoe into her mouth, and she crawled her lips around the dirty sole as if she were kissing the face of her husband.

"So good," Antonella whispered. She was pinching her nipples now as she tilted her foot this way and that, making sure that Karen got every inch of its surface wet with her spit. "So good, piggie. Keep oinking. Lick up over my stockings!"

Karen's eyes flashed to the lusting woman's cunt. Karen could still see its form, the fat lips and short, narrow gash between them. She could make out the lush crop of hair that was almost pressed flat from the sweaty embrace of the leather. Karen knew that Antonella's cunt was going to be the target where her mouth was guided, but that didn't matter. She had never sucked a woman's cunt before, the thought of lesbianism had always been horrible to her, but that didn't matter either. She was a slave here, no better than a pet dog at the feet of her masters. Antonella wanted her to worship at her cunt, and so she would.

She oinked like a pig as she lathed her tongue over the thin material of the brunette's stockings. She licked over both shapely, sexy ankles. Her own ankles had never struck her as beautiful, but lolling her tongue over Antonella's made her gasp with pleasure. She licked higher, over the little humps of Antonella's calves, making sure the gauzy material of her stockings was evenly moist with her spit. And she made her mistress yelp with sudden pleasure when she fastened her lips to the back of first one knee and then the other. She remembered the dark-haired woman's vicious bite at her own tender cavity. But she gave no thought to reciprocating. She was a dirty slut and deserved the bite. Antonella was a Goddess.

"She's going nuts again!" Wayne marveled. "I thought she'd be out for days after the workout we gave her, but here she is up and going again. Fuck, she's got more stamina than I do!"

"There's no big accomplishment, is it, piggie?" Antonella groaned as Karen licked her way over the shivering lushness of her thighs. "How many times did he stick it into you, piggie? Three times? Two? Maybe only one?"

"Now, now. 'Nella," Mark broke in with a smile. His cock was stiff and dripping and red. "We all know that Wayne's always good for three times. A month."

"You guys," Wayne said crossly as the other two laughed. His cock was almost as hard as Mark's. "I'm ready to go again right now."

"Wait your turn!" Antonella hissed in response, but the smile didn't leave her face. She watched expectantly as Karen's tongue lapped near the tops of her stockings. She was waiting for the first electric touch of the cunt's tongue against her bare flesh.

Karen felt more inferior at the way they talked. They could all laugh and joke with each other, but she was only the slut they fucked and hurt. She was more a pet than a participant. Her cunt squeezed together at the thought and she licked over the buckle of her dark-haired captor's garter.

"Yes, piggie!" Antonella jerked on Karen's leash and ground her hips forward as the blonde's tongue laved over her bare heated flesh. "You know where to go now, piggie. Keep oinking. Lick my cunt!"

Karen could smell the thick musk of Antonella's cunt now, the damp stench of her leather-bound excitement. It made her sick, but her cunt was clutching at itself and her blonde cunt-hair was sparkling with the fresh juice of her excitement. She tongued her way over the firm alabaster flesh of Antonella's thighs and slurped her way onto the leather that nestled tightly against her cunt.

"Look at her!" Wayne muttered. He was jacking his cock steadily, staring fixedly at the action going on between the two girls. "She's sucking her off right through those panties. What a fucking sleazy slut!"

Karen could hear Wayne's words, hear the filthy way he was talking about her, and it made her more excited yet. Yes, she was suckling at the pooching leather pouch around Antonella's cunt, yes she was soaking it with her spit and trying to suck it whole into her mouth. Yes, her tongue was trying to squeeze inside at its edges, was straining to shift the leather and reveal the heated bare flesh of Antonella's cunt. She was gasping for breath and squirming with excitement and oinking in pleasure.

Antonella began to cum as the slavish blonde flailed her tongue over the leather-bound lips of her cunt. She could feel the leather fill with her cunt-juice and squirmed deliciously against the smacking mouth of her sex-crazed slave. She had always known that this wanton slut lived inside the prim and snobbish woman Karen had been. She was exulted at the chance to bring it out.

She grinned at the thought of her leather panties ballooning with her juices and what it would look like when she let it all flow out over Karen's pretty slave face in one tidal wave of pussy-cream.

"Is she getting you hot, 'Nella?" Mark asked. Both he and Wayne had stepped closer now, were jerking their massive hard cocks just inches from the action. "She doesn't need encouragement to improve her action, does she?"

"Noooo!" Antonella was doing a slow buck-and-grind against Karen's munching mouth and she stared lustfully at the big cocks the two men were pointing in her general direction.

Suddenly a perverse idea sprang into her head and she waved them toward the beds that lay to either side of the action. "Get up on the beds. Stand up. I want to suck your beautiful cocks!"

Neither man needed to be asked twice. Wayne and Mark jumped atop the beds that stood on either side of the leather-clad brunette and brandished their cocks in front of her face.

She cooed sexily at them, her fingers plucking at her stiff, dark nipples while Karen sucked her cunt through the leather purse that held it. She reached out a hand to both the monster cocks and guided them toward her beautiful, lust-filled face.

"Suck, piggie!" she sighed and spread her legs so that Karen would have more room to work with. Karen had managed to thrust her tongue just beneath the crotch-band and had gotten her first taste of another woman's cunt. Her body ignited with pleasure. "I'm cumming, you little slut, I'm cumming!"

Karen bit through the leather of the panties, sucked the brunette's pussy-lips into her mouth and gnawed on them. Then she found a hard nub dancing at the center of the leather panties and she pulled it into her mouth instead, and ran her teeth and tongue around it roughly.

Antonella screamed insanely and brought both of the giant cocks she held toward her open, waiting mouth. She stuffed first one in and then the other, only taking a couple of inches of either of the big cocks inside her mouth but whipping her tongue around their heads and shafts with an artist's inspiration. She jerked on them frantically too, her skilled hands raising the boil of cum in the dangling sacs of their balls.

"You're going to make us cum too fast," Wayne complained as she held his cock in front of her mouth and slurped around its fat head with her tongue and lips. "I wanted to fuck somebody with this."

"Fuck yourself!" Antonella wheezed as she turned her head from his cock to Mark's. She popped the monstrous head of Mark's prick easily into her mouth and then squeezed her tongue out beneath it to lick at the shaft that stuck out of her face. "I've got plans for your cum."

Karen guessed that those plans had something to do with her. It would be something obscene, something debasing, and she licked harder over the blistering hot leather of Antonella's panties. Knowing that she was disobeying one of her masters but unable to stop herself, Karen reached up to pull down the brunette's panties. She had to have a taste of her juicy cunt. She had to feel the creamy, heated flesh of the magnificent woman's gorgeous pussy against her lips and tongue.

Antonella was squeezing out one orgasm after another, building toward an explosion she knew would devastate her. She'd never had her cunt eaten like this and it was driving her wild. She knew that she had both the men just instants away from spurting. She wanted them to cum just as she was hitting her peak. She shrieked with lust and surprise when Karen yanked down her panties and fastened her mouth against her.

The instant that Karen pulled Antonella's panties down, a flood of juicy pussy-cream flooded her face. Karen hunched down lower so that more of the juice would hit her face. She wagged her tongue this way and that and savored the taste of Antonella's hot, salty cum-juice.

Then she moved her face up and began to slurp on the twitching brown lips of the dark-haired woman's cunt. Karen's nose was buried in a thick thatch of wiry black hair and her mouth was encompassed by creamy hot cunt-flesh.

Her chin rested in the soaked crotch of Antonella's panties where they stretched tight around her quivering thighs. Her senses were filled with the taste, smell and feel of her lady's cunt. Karen was in bliss.

She found her own cunt with her hands and knifed three fingers inside her while her other hand stretched the lips of her cunt. Her pussy-juices streamed out over her hands and wrists. Her legs were splattered with her juice. She came with every muscular pulsing of the cunt her mouth worked on. It was as if she were sucking her own cunt again, but even more exciting because of the groaning and humping Antonella was doing.

"Four fingers!" Antonella hissed to her slave, seeing the blonde's fingers pistoning in and out of her pussy. "Four fingers, piggie! And keep oinking!"

Karen groaned with pain, but she slipped her little finger in beneath the others and continued fucking herself. Her hips flipped about on the floor and pain and ecstasy knifed through her. The fat intrusion of all four of her fingers reopened the injuries that Mark had done her with his massive cock, but her cunt sucked and spasmed around them all the same.

And Antonella's cunt was squeezing just as wildly on the tongue Karen was pistoning deep inside her. She dropped one hand from the cocks she was sucking and pushed Karen's face deeper into her cunt, jerking on the leash and pulling her fluffy blonde hair. Pussy-cream erupted from her in gushes, sliming Karen's spluttering, servicing face. Antonella rasped her tongue over the nerve bundle on the underside of Wayne's already-jerking cock and triggered his orgasm in her mouth.

"Five fingers, piggie!" she hissed down at Karen in the instant before Wayne's jism filled her mouth. "Five fingers. Stuff your whole hand in your piggish cunt! And keep oinking, piggie!"

The piggie did as she was told. Karen wailed in agony as she cupped her thumb under her fingers and formed a tight fist to ram inside her already-brutalized cunt. She twisted about wildly with pain as she drove her fist deep inside her. She could feel the torn, stretched fabric of her pussy straining against the fist she was driving inside her, but she could also feel the vibrating bud of her clit rubbing against the back of her hand. Pussy-juice coursed down over her arm and dribbled off her elbow. She fucked herself hard with her fist.

Wayne's jism almost filled Antonella's mouth but she didn't swallow a drop of it. Instead she tore her mouth from his cock and tilted her head back as she opened her mouth wide. She was cumming so violently that it was hard to keep control of what she was doing, but Antonella used all her willpower not to spill or swallow a drop of the salty, luscious cock-cream that filled her mouth. She pointed Mark's gigantic cock right at her open, cum-filled mouth instead, flickering her silver-coated tongue out to bring him over the edge.

"Damn 'Nella!" he husked as his cock began to spurt thick plumes of jism into her beslimed mouth. "What the hell are you doing? You trying to stock a lake in there?"

Antonella hardly heard him speak. Her hips were flipping against the blonde slave's slavering face, and she was dragging the bitch's head back and forth over the creaming gash of her pussy. Karen's slobber speckled Antonella's dark pussy-fur and mixed with her cunt-juice as it slid down over the prone girl's face and tits. Antonella was cumming nonstop with such powerful muscular contractions that she was capturing Karen's tongue inside her cunt with each hard squeeze. Karen slurped at her pussy-lips and worried her clit as a dog would a bone. She seemed to be trying to wash every inch of Antonella's twitching cunt with her dexterous tongue.

Karen could feel Antonella's climaxes cresting just as her own began to build. She worked more frantically at the brunette's cunt and drove her fist into her own cunt harder and faster. The lust and agony were driving her wild. Her body shivered uncontrollably and she plied Antonella's cunt as though she wanted to devour it. She was losing herself entirely in giving the cruel woman the pleasure she wanted.

"Oh shit, 'Nella, you're wild!" Wayne groaned as he saw the sexy brunette's pretty cheeks swell with the added cum Mark was showering into her mouth. "What are you going to do with that? You guys!"

Antonella's cheeks were bursting with the two heavy loads of cream. The mix of their cum was drooling out over the corners of her mouth and was starting to curtain over her whole lower lip. If not for the fact that they'd both cum several times already, she could never have held it all. Now, as her orgasms began to fade slightly, she knew it was time to give her little blonde piggie her prize.

Karen gasped with surprise and pain when Antonella slammed one high-heeled foot into the soft incline of her stomach. She reared back from the dark-haired woman, and then Antonella landed the sharp tip of one high heel into the soft firmness of her right tit. The tearing pain made Karen scream as she fell over.

Antonella dived on the hapless blonde like a bird of prey, grabbing her head and pulling it up as she slammed her mouth against the gasping one of her victim.

She let the cum boil from her mouth into Karen's and began to climax all over again as she stared into the panic-stricken, lust-crazed eyes of her pet bitch. Karen began to choke and struggle, but her heaving body couldn't dislodge the powerful grip Antonella had her locked in.

"Fuck!" Mark said, his voice filled with admiration, his cock, impossibly, filling with steel once more. "I'd never guessed this. Antonella, you're a genius. I could almost love you!"

Antonella smiled as she spat Mark's cum into the mouth of her blonde victim because she knew she's already entrapped Mark almost as fully as the piggish blonde cunt beneath her. She grabbed the slender wrist that Karen slammed into her bedraggled cunt and hurried its motion, driving Karen's arm deeper and harder into her body. She watched the jerk of muscle in the poor girl's twisted arm and hoped she wasn't doing any permanent damage. She wanted to be able to go on hurting Karen for a very long time.

Karen wasn't sure she existed anymore. Someone had just torn her arm from its socket, and Antonella's wondrous mouth must have just grown two cocks because she was feeding a double dose of juicy, sticky cum down her throat. Karen choked and coughed, but Antonella knew that she really wanted it all and kept their mouths locked firmly together. She wasn't going to let Karen lose one drop of the lip-smacking good jism, and Karen burned with pride that he lady would take such good care of her.

And more than that. Antonella was pulling it, twisting it, turning it until it could go farther into her pussy. And she was helping her fuck her fist in a bit. She must have known that however much I hurt, however much it felt as though her cunt was being perforated, that she wanted it harder, wanted it meaner, wanted it to hurt just a little bit worse.

Antonella fucked Karen's arm murderously into her blonde cunt, watching the arm turn silver and red as she plunged it more savagely inside the girl with every thrust. She sucked Karen's tongue inside her mouth so the girl could clean away the last of the cum she'd held there, and she spat into the girl's open mouth to give her any of the jism that might have slithered farther down her throat. She wrapped her long, lush legs around one of Karen's longer, slimmer ones and rubbed her cunt against the widow slave's svelte, satiny thigh. She raked the vicious fingernails of one hand over Karen's bouncy, heaving tits and flat, silky stomach. She came over and over and over again. She wanted to torture this stuck-up blonde cunt forever.

"You piggish, sluttish cunt!" Antonella screamed right into Karen's ear as she finally pulled her mouth away. She untwisted herself from the blonde's body and let go of her arm and rolled away from her. She let her rage flow through her now, wanting to work herself into the state of excitement she'd need to use her whip just right.

Karen was a fucking beauty. Even now, stained with every kind of sex-juice and soaked with piss, with her body bruised and scratched and her hair hanging limp and matted, she was ravishing. Her tits, scratched and dirtied and reddened, were firm as big rubber balls. Her quivering, flat tummy was covered by the sweetest down, and her ass-cheeks were perfectly round and firm and muscled. And her cunt, even after Mark had ravaged it with his horse cock, even while Karen ground half her arm inside it, was sweet and hot. Karen might be a slut and a pig and a whore, but she was also a beauty.

"You pig!" Antonella shrieked, uncoiling her killer whip and admiring Karen's rutting, sexy body. She hoped she got the chance to do all sorts of nasty things to it. "I've hated you for years, pig. And now you're not oinking. You're not even fucking oinking!"

Karen felt a chill of panic go through her along with a burst of shame at having failed to do what her lady asked. She wanted to explain that it was impossible to oink when her mouth was full of cum, but she knew that it was a poor excuse. She quivered in fear of her just punishment. And she kept plugging her forearm into her pussy, cumming without end.

"Bitch pig!" Antonella screamed. She straddled Karen's stained, panting face and flailed the whip against the helpless woman's quivering thighs. "Oink, you rotten slut. Oink and beg me to whip your ass!"

"Mistress…" Karen pleaded, but then her voice was cut off as Antonella let loose a flood of piss into her face.

Antonella whipped Karen brutally as she pissed into her face. She let the metal tips of the whip scour the long, lean, thoroughbred legs of the deranged blonde, then played them more lightly across her trembling stomach and jouncing tits. She was frustrated in her attempts to give Karen's cunt a good whipping because of the way the widow's fist was spearing into her pussy, so she had to content herself with ripping the golden hair from the straining bitch's sensitive pussy-mound. Soon Karen's helplessly thrashing body was blotched with the angry red wounds the whip inflicted.

Karen cried in pain and lust, wondering what terrible thing she'd done to make her deserve what was happening. Her body blazed with pain and her cunt felt like one great festering wound, but she was still cumming madly and she couldn't force herself to pull her fist, her own fist, from her body.

She drank down Antonella's piss as if it were the most priceless champagne in the world. She gargled with it and cupped it in her tongue and wallowed in it. She wished she were dead.

And even after the pissing stopped, Antonella kept beating her, and she kept driving her hand inside her demolished, spasming cunt. The men laughed and Karen called her names, and the first time the cruel whip bit into the skin of her pretty face, Karen's cunt clasped so tightly around her hand that she could no longer move it.

Pussy-juice squirted out around the plug of her wrist and her hips shot above the floor as her fist pounded remorselessly on. And she didn't even hear the plant's dozens of workers begin to gather outside.

CHAPTER SIX

Karen didn't resist or complain as Antonella dragged her across the room by her leash and dumped her in a sunken tub. She felt her battered, overstrained muscles easing with the soothing influence of the hot water. Antonella dumped soap over her and made her wash herself. By the time she stepped from the tub she felt almost like a human being.

The bath had washed the filth and slime from her body, but nothing could take away the things she'd experienced during the last few hours, the things she'd found out about herself. She was a rutting, wanton animal, and it hadn't taken that much of an effort on the part of her captors to bring out the slut that dwelled inside her. She had cum more often and more powerfully than any of the people abusing her. She was nothing more than a dirty whore.

She wondered at the idea that she'd thought she could run her husband's company. That kind of thing seemed a million miles away from her now. Mark could do those kind of things, and Antonella. She was a fuck, a dumping ground for jism and pussy-cream and piss. The office they'd given her was nothing more than her own private whore house.

"We're going to dress you up so pretty," Antonella cooed mockingly in Karen's ear as she led her out of the tub and made her stand up straight at the edge of the pool. "We're going to dress you up like a pretty little whore so all the men will want to fuck you. Won't you like that?"

Karen wasn't sure what Antonella was talking about. She tried to stand very still, though, as the sexy brunette wrapped a thin leather band tightly around her tits and lifted her feet one at a time to pull lacy black panties up over her hips. She knew that if her lady wanted her to move, she'd say so. Antonella pulled the leather top so tightly around the blonde's slender frame that Karen groaned with pain and the silky white flesh of her tits squeezed out at the top and bottom of the strap. And the panties were little more than a V-shaped strip of cloth, barely covering the blonde mound of her cunt and cutting between the firm cheeks of her ass as soon as Antonella pulled them into place.

After that, the cruel brunette slipped high heels on Karen's feet and made up her face. The high heels hurt Karen's feet but she didn't dare complain. And Antonella brushed Karen's cheeks with dark rouge and colored her eyelids purple and painted her lips with thick red lipstick. Karen knew that Antonella was dressing her up like a whore, but she didn't protest. She was a whore, wasn't she?

"This way, piggie," Antonella said with a laugh, leading Karen by her leash to a device that looked like the outline of a seesaw. She made Karen lean down over it and hooked her feet in tight stirrups at the bottom. "Can you oink for me, piggie? Just a little oink, please?"

Antonella's long, sharp fingernails bit into Karen's nipples as she asked the question and the confused blonde widow knew that she was going to be hurt unless she did as the cruel brunette asked.

She oinked for her, bleating as she guessed a pig would. Antonella smiled her approval and lifted Karen's hands over her head to cuff them securely on the far end of the seesaw. Karen was now locked into place on the metal structure, her weight balanced on the railing beneath her feet.

Antonella felt a wave of lust sizzle through her body as she looked at the helpless blonde bitch strapped to the seesaw. With her arms lifted over her head her tits stood out even higher and more full than usual, and the sharp inward curve of her waist was accentuated. And on the seesaw, all of her orifices were left available while she was completely helpless. The men who worked at the plant, or a few dozen of them anyway, were in for a treat of a lifetime today.

"Do you like your new toy, piggie?" Antonella asked, tickling her cruel nails teasingly over Karen's helpless body. "It's just like a real seesaw, except that we can flip you all the way around. And there's a hinge in the middle we can snap loose if we want to bend you over. And see how your feet are bound together? Well that makes your pink little blonde cunt so much tighter than already is that you and the men are just going to scream. You're probably going to scream a little bit louder."

"What men?" Karen asked, mustering all the courage she could.

"Why, your new co-workers," Antonella answered, looking surprised. "Mark, Wayne, you can bring them in now."

Terror tore through Karen as the words Antonella had spoken began to sink in. She twisted her head to see the door of her office swing open. Mark smiled as the spacious room began to fill with men. Karen was certain she was staring into the face of her own death.

They came in all sizes and ages. Some of them leered openly at her sexy, bound body, others sneaked furtive glances at her as they filed into the room. Some of the men called her names or talked to others about some aspect of her face or body they found interesting while others studied her in lustful silence. Soon the office was filled and Karen could hear dozens more in the hallway outside the room. Had they invited the entire plant to be a part of her degradation?

Karen couldn't believe what was happening.

"I assume you all know who this is," Mark said simply, a path clearing for him as he made his way over to stand next to Antonella. "Most of you hated this blonde bitch's husband for years. I'll bet every man of you who saw this tight-assed whore has had wet-dreams about her. Well, I told you that things were going to be different around here once I took over. Karen here is the first proof of that. You guys can consider yourselves off for the rest of the day, with pay. She'll be here for you from now on, so don't fight over her. Everybody's going to get their turns."

For an instant none of the men spoke. Even seeing the luscious, lithe body of the blonde widow spread helplessly before them they couldn't seem to believe their good luck. A couple of them started to step forward, but when they was that their fellow workers weren't following suit, they held back. Karen wondered if she were going to be saved from the inhuman gang-rape Mark had planned for her.

Then Antonella stepped forward. She grabbed the top of the seesaw and pulled it over, and Karen was sent spinning in tight circles. The sexy brunette let Karen spin around a dozen times, then stopped her again.

Karen was dizzy and felt a little sick to her stomach. Her mouth hung limply open as Antonella clamped her own over it.

"Kiss me, bitch!" Antonella hissed as she speared her tongue deeply into Karen's throat. "Suck on my spit!"

Antonella jammed her hand roughly between Karen's legs, squeezing her fingers between her thighs and scratching them over the fat, pink lips of Karen's cunt. Her other hand twisted in Karen's hair, turning her head so all the men who surrounded them could see the perverse kiss they were sharing. Karen felt her whole body flush with shame, but her pussy began to squirm under Antonella's rough caress.

"Come and get a feel, guys!" Antonella shouted, pulling her mouth off Karen's, turning to stare at the assembled men with fire in her eyes. "You've got to get the stuck-up bitch screaming for cock before you start feeding it to her. Touch her, kiss her, suck her! Make her hot, you stupid bastards!"

"Right," Wayne growled. "First off get her begging for cock, then…"

Mark cut in mildly: "I do think you men ought to get started. Time's wasting, and I'm willing to offer a thousand-dollar bonus to the first man who makes Karen scream her little slut's ass off."

At Mark's words the men surged forward as one, and Antonella had to duck out of their way to avoid being crushed by them. Karen couldn't escape, and she watched through slitted eyes as the men came at her from every direction. There were so many of them, and they all wanted to fuck her. She didn't know how she would ever survive.

Hands closed over her leather-bound tits, and hands squeezed the firm cheeks of her ass. Her hair was wrapped in five or six different hands and her head was pulled first in one direction and then another. A hand stroked the sleek curve of her collared throat. Fingers tickled the sensitive soles of her feet.

Hands played along the plush valley of her stomach and the slender curves of her thighs and the satiny hillocks of her flanks. A hand traced her ripe red lips and a finger twisted her nose this way and that.

Karen opened her mouth to scream, but a pair of hands invaded her mouth before she could and began to stroke her teeth and tongue.

Karen thrashed in her bonds but she was tied so tightly on the seesaw that she barely moved. There were hundreds of hands pawing on her body now, pulling her tender flesh. The tight leather strap was pulled down from over her nipples and fingers immediately went to work on the nubs, twisting and crushing them.

Pain flared from her tits. Other hands were hard at work on the panties Antonella had fitted her with. They were pulled out from her body and the men groaned in a collective burst of lust at their first peek of Karen's pink-lipped, blonde-furred cunt. In an instant a dozen sets of hands fought for position in the tiny valley of her crotch.

"She's so fucking sexy," someone muttered close by her ear. A moment later she felt a tongue in that same ear, slurping over the gentle outer curve before a set of teeth bit hard on the same spot. "You're such a sexy bitch. I've wanted to fuck your creamy ass ever since the first time your old man brought you swinging it in here!"

Karen wanted to cry out to the men, to beg them to stop, but all forms of communication had been robbed from her. Now other men began to fasten their mouths as well as their hands on her body, and Karen screamed in agony. Four or five mouths were locked onto each quivering cheek of her ass. Her nipples were popped into two mouths, and others circled the nipple suckers, biting and licking the bulging flesh of her tits.

Mouths bit into the shuddering flesh of her belly and the sensitive hollows of her arms and knees. Teeth nibbled at her shuddering tanned thighs and slender, shapely arms. Mouth after mouth clamped over her red-streaked lips, and tongue after tongue was forced down her throat. Mouths slobbered over her cheeks and nose and ears and chin. Mouths suckled at her toes and fingers.

"Please…" Karen whimpered in between the penetrating kisses the men were forcing on her. "I can't take this. No woman could survive this."

"Sure you can!" a fat man husked as he clamped his mouth over hers. He smelled of alcohol and tobacco and his tongue was like a fat, stubby worm as it probed inside her sweet mouth. "A nympho cunt like you should be able to go weeks straight without a break!"

"And you're going to get a chance to prove it, you fucking hot-assed cow!" Another man added as he replaced the fat man's mouth with his own.

Karen couldn't breathe, couldn't think. Five tongues were wiggling over the pink lips of her cunt, three from the front and two from behind. Fingers from four different hands sloshed up inside her. Fingers from two other hands were pistoning in and out of her clasping asshole, and tongues were washing her ass-crack while others bit deeply into the cheeks. Juice was pouring from her in response to all the action, but Karen was beyond excitement.

The feeling of being pawed and abused by a hundred men at once put the blonde widow beyond fuck-lust, beyond any feeling besides that of being completely overwhelmed by sensation.

And yet Karen was getting hot. Her cunt was twitching as pussy-cream flowed down her thighs, and her ass-cheeks were flexing with each agonizing bite of a workman's teeth into her silky skin. Her tits were swollen with lust and she urged them toward the hordes of mouths that descended on them to bite and slobber, the hands that came to maul and twist. And she kissed the men back freely now, her tongue wrapping about the ones that invaded her mouth, her throat gulping down the spit that each man fed her.

"She's getting turned on," Mark observed from the sidelines. He was toying with Antonella's big tits while she stroked his cock. "Keep it up. Drive her out of her mind!"

Karen wondered crazily why Mark would tell them to do something that they'd already done. She wiggled her hips back and forth and wondered why all the men were so intent on hurting her. They bit her and slapped her and pinched her tender flesh. They twisted her from one side to the other as though she were a rag doll instead of a woman. Suddenly a man fastened his lips to her blonde cunt-hair and pulled out a thatch, causing Karen to shriek in anguish. Then they all began to bite out her pussy-fur.

Karen screamed in torment, her eyes opening wide, her face twisted into a mask of unbelievable pain. She jerked her body frantically against her bonds and threw her head from side to side. Each mouthful of cunt-hair that was ripped out of her sent a dagger of molten pain through her pussy. Her cunt went into seizures and spurted juice in an effort to ease the suffering. Her limber body contorted in its bonds as her satiny skin glistened with sweat.

Cocks began to appear around her, surrounding her sweat-drenched face, pointing like spears at her captive body. The men tilted the seesaw until they could rub their cocks over her pretty face. The man driving his tongue down her unresisting throat pulled away and immediately a dozen cocks smudged the caked red lipstick over her face.

Karen shut her mouth tight for an instant, terrified at the thought of all those cocks fighting for a spot inside her tiny throat, but then a man took another bite of her golden pussy-fur and Karen screamed. A cock slid into her mouth and almost instantly began to shoot.

Karen choked on the unexpected burst of jism. She tried to turn her head away from the spasming cock but the men saw what was happening and several of them grabbed her shining blonde hair and forced her face back around. The workman's cum filled Karen's mouth and trickled down her cheeks and chin. She tried to swallow it, but less got down her throat than slid over her upturned face. The men hooted and jeered, and as soon as the man had finished spurting, the jism he'd shot over her face was smeared in by a rush of hard male cock.

Most of Karen's cunt-hair was gone now, scattered on the floor of her office or over her trembling flesh. Her cunt-mound was red and bare and mouths were still working at it. Her pussy-juice was licked up almost as soon as she spurted it, so her crotch was kept clean in spite of her drooling cunt. Karen thought she was cumming but the pain and pleasure were so mixed up in her mind now that she wasn't really sure.

She knew that her clit was buzzing, and her heart almost stopped when one of the men clamped his sharp teeth on it and bit her hard. And she was drooling pussy-juice in a steady stream while her cunt clamped in a never-ending series of quakes.

But no woman could enjoy this, she thought dimly. No woman could enjoy being mauled and battered by dozens of men. Her pussy-hair had been pulled out, strand by strand. Her tits were covered with teeth marks and her tanned ass-cheeks were trickling blood in spots from where they'd been bitten too hard.

Her cunt was being worked over by five mouths and ten fingers. Twenty cocks swished across the rise and fall of her pretty face. No woman could cum while being mowed under by these men.

But she was.

"The cunt's getting off," one of the men shouted. Karen could feel his breath on her ass as he spoke so she guessed it must be his three fingers that suddenly popped into her ass-chute. "Miss high-class-boss-wife is getting off."

The men cheered and called her names and called her names and a couple leaned in and spat in her face. Karen cringed, but she couldn't stop the wriggling of her body. The men were right, she was cumming. They were driving her out of her mind. Another cock began to shoot in her face, and its owner didn't even try to stuff it in her mouth. He just let his jism throb out over her eyebrows and into the shiny mass of golden hair. The remaining men smeared the cum into an even gloss on her face. Karen squeezed her thighs tightly together as another climax slammed through her body.

Without warning, a man straddled her and smashed her tenderized tits together around his cock. Karen's breath caught in her throat and she howled with pain as the additional weight pulled at her bound wrists and ankles. Other men stepped closer and steered the leaking heads of their cocks around her erect pink nipples. Karen felt the cool trickle of pre-cum on her heaving tits and knew that all three men were close to cumming.

The man reaming her asshole with his fingers added a fourth, and Karen groaned in pain. Fear froze her mind as she realized what was next, but her body continued to squirm as the man formed his hand into a fist and began to ram it up her ass. Karen shrieked and twisted in delirium against her steel bonds. Her cunt blasted pussy-juice so forcefully into the faces of the men tonguing her that they drew back, thinking she was pissing.

Karen's body was a sheen of glistening sweat as she strained hopelessly against the metal seesaw. Her face was a living contortion of agony and ecstasy. She gasped for breath hoarsely and bleated at the men who engulfed her. The man fucking between her tits came, showering the valley of her throat with his cum, and the two men at her nipples followed him instants later, leaving streamers of oozing white slime to decorate her bouncing tits.

The fist up her asshole was tearing her apart. It was as bad as fucking Mark's cock, worse even, because at least Mark's horrible cock had been fucking a hole that was meant to be fucked. Now a fist bludgeoned into her cunt too, and Karen writhed helplessly between the two battering intrusions. Her cunt gobbled at the fist in her cunt, and she shrieked like a dying cat as a whirlwind orgasm blew through her.

"Fuck me!" she screamed, and a cock blasted in her face, webbing her lips together and painting her tongue silver. "Fuck my cunt and ass and mouth! Fuck me a thousand times!"

Mark smiled at her, catching her eye as he nodded for the men to let her loose.

"They will," he said, and his words made Karen convulse with lust. Five hundred men worked in her dead husband's plant. Karen wondered how many of them were going to get to use her body.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Karen expected to hit the floor with a bang, but instead she never hit the floor at all. Instead the men caught her, grabbing her by her arms and legs and by her tits and cunt and ass-cheeks and hair, and pulled her away from the machine. They dropped her onto a massive waterbed and before Karen could even catch her breath, she was engulfed by male flesh. A cock slammed into her cunt on the first bounce of her ass against the wavy bed. Her hands were fitted around fat pricks, and a hand that smelled rank and felt wet brushed her lips. Karen's eyes fluttered open to see the leering face of the man who'd fist-fucked her ass.

"Suck my hand clean," he ordered, thrusting his fingers between Karen's parted, gasping lips.

Karen went to work immediately, her tongue flickering slavishly around the dank-smelling, shiny-tasting digits. And she jerked on the cocks that filled her hands and bucked against the cock that was entering her cunt from behind. Another man leaned over her body and wedged his cock beneath the one fucking her cunt, pushing his own fat prick into Karen's ass. She squealed with pain. The man behind her was fucking her cunt and the one in front her ass. The fingers of the man who'd fist-fucked her ass were pulled from her mouth and Karen barely saw the cock that took its place.

Soon cocks were poking all over her face. When Karen looked up all she could see was a forest of hard pricks. They dripped fuck-lube all over her. Other cocks were rubbing along every inch of her body, glazing her with their pre-cum.

The men in her cunt and ass came quickly and were pulled from her by other workers. Hands twisted her body onto its side and two more men slipped between her tanned thighs. This time the man behind her fucked her ass and the man in front her cunt. Cum splattered down her arms from the men whose cocks she was jerking off and more cocks took their place, bulging between Karen's sperm-soiled fingers. A cock erupted across he stomach, branding her with thick stripes of white goo. A man's cock exploded down her throat and she swallowed every drop of his cum. A man came in her ear and his jism filled the tiny cavity and hung from her lobe like an earring, until it broke free to soil her shoulder.

"This bitch is hot as hell!" one of the men said wonderingly. "Did she fuck her old man to death or what?"

Karen screeched at the degrading question and took another cock into her mouth. Cocks slid into the shallow hollows under her arms and a man pressed her feet together to jack his cock off between them. A man wrapped his legs around her heaving stomach and fucked the tip of his cock into her navel, knocking the breath from her lungs. Cocks rubbed along her hips and thighs and four or five men beat off with the shining strands of her beautiful blonde hair. Two cocks rubbed over her lips even as she sucked one into her throat. Her face dripped with sparkling fuck-lube.

The men in her cunt and ass fired off at almost the same instant and Karen thrashed like a wounded animal between them. Her cunt gushed out juices, both hers and the men's who had fucked her. She mewled insanely around the cock throbbing in her throat and brought the cocks in her hands closer to her face so they could spurt on her when they came.

More cocks slipped into her body, one in her cunt and one up her ass. There was no shortage of prick-meat waiting to fuck her over today. Karen wondered how much of it she could take before she passed out, how much she could take before it killed her. Her cunt was already sore and her asshole felt numb and loosened beyond repair.

The man fucking her navel erupted and his jism clogged the delicate cup of her navel before it spread over her heaving stomach and down her sides where other cocks already fucked. A man rubbing his cock into her face spurted too, aiming his cock first up one of Karen's nostrils and then the other so she could smell nothing but his fuck-slime, suck his greasy goo down through the roof of her mouth every time she snorted with excitement.

Karen couldn't keep track of all the things the men were doing to her body anymore. Someone had taken off his belt and was beating her ass into one massive red welt. The guy who'd held her feet together squirted his jism all over her toes and then her legs were bent back so that two cocks could fit into the hollows behind her knees.

The guy sawing his cock between her lips erupted his jism into her mouth and she didn't even try to swallow it. Some drooled down her throat, but most simply filled her mouth and spilled out over her face in a wave when another man yanked her face to one side. Three cocks started rubbing back and forth across her lips at once, none of them entering her mouth. Karen licked and kissed them frantically, starving for more hot male jism.

Another cock fucked between her tits, and cocks erupted in her pretty blonde hair. A man was rubbing his cock back and forth between her shoulder blades and Karen's body burst in orgasm when she felt the gooey caress of his jism on her back. Her cunt and asshole flexed powerfully against the men fucking them. Her clit felt as though it were on fire. A man had cum just rubbing his cock on her back.

"The bitch is going nuts!" an older man, one of the foreman, gasped. He grabbed one of the whips from the wall. "Get her up on her knees. Turn her over, damn it!"

The men laughed as Karen writhed uncontrollably under their fucking. The three cocks that were rubbing across Karen's face erupted, drowning her pretty features under a drizzle of cum. The men fucking her cunt and asshole rolled with her as men gripping her ass and tits and cum-matted hair pulled her over onto her knees. Jism and pussy-juice poured from her cunt with her change of position and she howled as her orgasm continued to build, peaking and cresting and peaking again in a never-ending rush of lust.

As soon as she was rolled to her hands and knees, men pulled her up by her hair. In an instant she was crouching low on the cocks hammering into her cunt and asshole and there was enough room for a man on his knees in front of her to fuck his cock up between her tits. Other men crowded around her cum-slimed, upturned face and took turns sticking their cocks down her unresisting throat. The foreman uncoiled his whip, and the man who'd been beating Karen with his belt reached for one too. She squirmed through her damning, destroying climax, oblivious to their intentions.

"Taste hot leather bitch!" the foreman screamed as he slashed the leather strap across Karen's vulnerable, cum-stained shoulders. "You lusting, dirty whore!"

Karen screamed in agony when the leather thongs at the tip of the whip raked across the pure, tanned skin of her back. She thrashed against the restraining bodies of the men, but they crowded closer and held her still. The other man lashed out next, and his whip put a vivid red stripe across Karen's lower back. Then it was Lindy again. In moments Karen's back was a crazy roadmap of intersecting red welts.

Men grabbed her hands and made her steer their cocks over her face. She already had three cocks taking turns in her mouth so she had to work on the new pair with just her hands and the befouled skin of her face.

Karen remained as she was, raised on her haunches, until two more men came to take their places. She immediately began to impale herself on their thick staffs, groaning and muttering like a crazy woman and bathing their cocks and balls with her slick juices and the jism of the men who'd cum before them.

Men knelt at either side of her, braving the nearby slashes of the whips, and fucked their cocks up into her armpits. Karen tightened her arms against her sides and squirmed her body against them, and they groaned with building lust. She poked the cocks in her hands over her eyes and lips and cheeks and ears and jerked them until they spilled their jism all over her face.

Her beautiful features were already clotted with cum and fuck-lube, and the new fuck-slime puddled on her face and then slipped down into her tangled, matted hair and onto her shoulders. By degrees the men were painting her white with their cum.

"More!" she whimpered, jerking back and forth with the fucking rhythm of the cocks in her cunt and ass, flicking her tongue from her mouth to tease an orgasm out of another man. "Fuck me harder! More! Fuck me! Fuck!"

"Beat you?" Lindy called, laying his whip across her beaten, straining back. "Beat you until you bleed?"

"Beat me to death!" Karen screeched as the cock erupted against her lips, filling her mouth with jism that rolled unheeded back out of her mouth and down over her chin. "Beat me until I die! Fuck me until I die!"

The two men whipped her harder even though Karen's bronzed back was already spotting with tiny, red drops of blood. She stared madly back over her shoulder at the men who were torturing her, her eyes glaring out from a slimy mask of cum.

Lindy aimed his whip higher and cut the lashes across her cheek. Karen howled as the pain ravaged her and the inferno of her orgasm flared hotter.

"Again! Hit me fucking again!"

"Fuck you, bitch!" Lindy screeched. "I'll beat your ass to death and then fuck your filthy cunt!"

Lindy brought the whip back and forth across her cheeks while the other man whipped her back. The men fucking her armpits came at the sight, splashing their jism into the hollows beneath her shoulders. Their sticky goo slid back down her shuddering sides and slender arms. Each time the whip hit Karen's face, jism splashed across the room.

"You bitch!" Lindy shouted, and he threw the whip at Karen. The handle hit her in the temple and knocked her over. "You stinking, whorish cunt! You corrupt, filthy harlot!"

"Oh yes!" Antonella whispered to Mark and Wayne. "We definitely need to keep him a regular visitor."

Before Karen could rise back up from the blow, Lindy leapt atop her dazed, lusting body and buried his cock in her cunt. He pulled her off the bed and to her feet and another man closed in behind her to fuck her up her ass. Men on either side grabbed her sperm-soaked hands and clamped them tightly around their cocks.

Karen realized dully that she had been borne aloft, that her weight was being fully supported by the cocks fucking into her ass and cunt and the hands that were jammed roughly into the creases of her jism-fouled armpits.

The pain was terrible, worse by far than the whipping had been, even when Lindy had aimed his whip at her face. Karen howled her pain, but her hips kept jerking back and forth between the two cocks. Her hands never stopped moving over the leaking pricks that filled them. She thrashed her whip-stung and jism-covered face back and forth, and Lindy released her arms to grab her jouncing tits. He sank his dirty fingernails into her tender flesh and held her high. Karen screamed again and Lindy ducked his head to suck and bite at her nipples.

"You'd better watch out!" Antonella cautioned, sliding atop Mark so that she could take his monstrous cock inside her. "If they're not careful, your men could really damage her. And if she's going to be damaged, I'd rather it be us who did it."

"That's what we're here for," Mark groaned as he felt the velvet flesh of Antonella's tight cunt on the throbbing stalk of his cock. "So far everything's going just the way we want."

Karen screeched in pain and orgasm as she was borne about the room by the two cocks fucking her body apart. Her cunt and asshole had to be tearing under the stress of supporting the whole weight of her body. The pain was so extreme that Karen's cunt convulsed on the cock impaling it.

Her cunt cramped against this newest outrage and Karen wrenched her body so wildly that she pulled free of the horrible grips Lindy had on her tits. She spun on the two cocks and her head struck the wood floor.

Only after a man knelt atop her and forced his cock between her open lips did Karen realize that neither the cock in her cunt nor the one in her ass had slipped out.

The two men whose cocks she'd released when she fell, crowded back around her and she grabbed for their pricks again, hoping that no one would punish her for letting go of them, hoping that someone would.

As she rubbed them over her cheeks, both began to jerk, and her face was hosed with another twin burst of fuck-slime.

She dragged the cocks over her face, rubbing their cum into a sheen on her features. Old jism mixed with new, the mixture at once crusty and sticky and wet. The man forcing her to suck him came in her mouth and Karen let his jism bubble down her throat and out the corners of her lips.

Lindy cursed her as he came, and he pulled his cock out of the upturned, drooling mouth of her cunt to let his jism burn down onto her helpless face. The man fucking her ass kept his cock inside her, but her ass-chute was already so full of jism that the fresh load squirted back out of her asshole and dribbled between her ass-cheeks and down her back. Her cunt was leaking cum, too, drooling it down over the stinging flesh of her freshly denuded cunt and and the trembling firmness of her stomach.

A man stepped in to take over for the workman who'd cum in Karen's ass, and two men bent her knees over their thrusting cocks. While Lindy still blocked the way to her cunt, letting his jism drool onto her pretty, slimy face, all three of the men orgasmed.

The men fucking behind her knees coated her legs with a silvery sheen that dripped down her body. The man in her ass blasted so strongly into her asshole that it felt like she was receiving a cum-wad enema.

When he pulled out of her, he looked for a clean spot to rub his cock off on, but there was none. Karen's whole body was covered with the cum-juice of the plant's work force.

"Sleazy harlot!" Lindy shouted down into Karen's bleary, uncomprehending face. "Corrupted, slovenly slut! Have you had enough?"

Karen felt a new cock sliding into her reamed out ass and tried to make sense of what the funny old man was screaming at her. She thought she recognized him, a skinny old man named Lindy who'd helped run who'd helped run somebody's plant for them. Karen wasn't sure anymore. She wished that she could answer him. And her cunt was itching so badly.

She couldn't squeeze her asshole or cunt around the cocks that speared inside her anymore. She guessed that they were tired out. She hope that it wouldn't make the men so bored that they'd stop fucking her, because they hadn't scratched half her itch yet. And her tongue and lips felt numb and slimy and tired, but she hoped more of them would fuck her throat because she wanted to drink some more cum.

"I asked you a question, whore!" Lindy thundered. He held his fat, limp cock toward her gasping, mired face. "Have you had enough? Do you want some more?"

"If her slut's ears are filled with cum, let us clean them out!" Lindy made the pronouncement, and then he began to hose his piss directly into the maddened blonde's cum-encrusted face.

"All right, Lindy!" one man shouted. "Drink piss, you whore!"

"Yeah!" another man added. "So much for you and your fucking high-class old man. Now you're getting a jism facial and a piss shower to wash it off in. How you like it, bitch?"

"More!" Karen screamed, writhing free of the man who was fucking her ass. As she squirmed away from him across the floor, his cock jerked wildly and he began to cum.

His jism spotted the already soiled curve of her ass.

"Fuck me, suck me, piss on me, beat me! Please do something, damn you. Do something!"

"I'll do something," a man laughed, stepping closer to her frenzied body and pulling out his cock. "I'll piss on you, just like old Lindy. Maybe that'll cool your hot ass down!"

"Yes!" Karen hissed, clawing at her battered, reddened tits with her fingernails and bucking off the floor, her cunt-lips snapping open and shut. "Piss on me! All of you, more of you, all of you. Everybody, piss on the whore! Piss on the slut!"

Dozens of the men stepped forward to do as Karen begged, but even more simply stood in awe of the fiery lust that possessed the blonde widow.

She writhed like a tortured snake beneath the torrent of piss, her slick, wetted thighs rubbing together, one hand tearing at her tits while the other tore at her cunt.

Lindy's piss hadn't been enough to penetrate all the layers of jism that caked Karen's face, but as more men stepped up to help, the slime sloughed away, revealing the whip-welted, sensual face of the demented blonde. Even Antonella and Mark were shocked at the intensity of her orgasm.

Karen undulated across the wood floor, unmindful of the chafing of the rough wood against her tender skin, her mouth gaping open so that she could catch the maximum amount of piss.

She dug her fist into her cunt and began to fist-fuck herself, and then she bent over and began to force her other hand up the tighter channel of her ass. As the gallons of piss rained down atop her, Karen tumbled head over heels across the floor, fucking her hands into her pussy and asshole at the same time.

"Fuck boss!" one of the men gasped. "What kind of whore is this?"

"The best kind," Mark answered drily, pulling his cock from Antonella's cunt so that they could both save their orgasm for the beautiful blonde. "The kind who takes everything she can, more than she can. The kind who'll eat your shit and thank you for beating her for it."

The men followed Karen, laughing at her as they pissed on her lust-wracked body. They spit on her and called her names and kicked her when she floundered too close to a corner. Men jerked off over her body and watched their cum being washed away by the piss that splattered down from every direction.

Men leaned over so that they could piss straight into her gasping mouth and they kicked Karen in her tits or head when she couldn't swallow it all and coughed acrid yellow piss out through her nose. Finally they tilted her up on her knees and shoulders so they could whip her while she fucked her fists into her ass and cunt.

Mark watched it all with a smile. Karen's ass waved wildly back and forth as whips flickered pain across the welted, tawny cheeks. Her cunt and asshole were both distended insanely by the penetrations of her fists and she seemed intent on driving them farther inside her with each new thrust. A man dropped down to sit on the floor in front of her and she took his cock into her mouth without hesitation. A moment later his piss began to bubble out of her nose and seep from the corners of her lips but she didn't pull her head away. Mark's smile grew with every contraction of her throat as she drank the man's piss.

Karen was smiling too, smiling madly with the fuck-lust that had driven her mad. She pounded her fists into her cunt and asshole and drank down the piss the man was shooting into her throat. She wriggled her hips against the lashes that were being welded by the workmen behind her.

And she came. And she came. Her orgasms were never ending. Each one was stronger than the last. It was like one eternal, ever-increasing orgasm. Karen didn't ever want it to end. And when the man who'd pissed down her throat began to fuck her pissy mouth in earnest, her smile grew even wider.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Karen was sitting atop a cock now, too tired to move. Five cocks speared toward her face and she switched from sucking one cock to another. A lot of the workmen had gone home over the hours since Karen's mass abuse had begun, but a lot more had stayed. Karen wasn't sure what time it was, but the light that had been slanting into the room from outside had vanished a long time ago. It seemed to Karen that it must be very close to morning, but she really wasn't sure. She guessed it shouldn't matter much to her what time it was anymore. It was always time for cock.

A man groaned as he pulled Karen's unresisting mouth over the fat bulb head of his prick. Her thick red lipstick smeared obscenely over the vein-lined stalk of his cock and he moaned again at the sight. How many times had Antonella replaced the blush on her cheeks, the eyeshadow over her eyes, the lipstick on her trembling lips? Karen wasn't sure she remembered anymore. She knew she'd had five trips to the tub, but that had been for the men more than her. She couldn't stink too bad and she had to look pretty.

The man beneath her fired his cum up inside her aching cunt, and Karen suffered through another orgasm as he did. Her yelps were whining, pitiful things, and one of the men standing next to her pulled her face all the way down the shaft of his cock to plug her throat and shut her up. His cum began to boil directly down Karen's grasping throat and she swallowed the pulsing waves. It was all she'd had to eat today, as the piss had been all she'd had to drink.

"How does it feel, Karen?" Mark asked, walking close to her. She watched the bob and sway of his massive cock with glittering, hungry eyes. "Are you still getting hot?"

Karen whined like a whipped puppy and reached for Mark's wonderful cock. He had it just out of her reach and shook his head. One of the men standing at her side erupted against her cheek and Karen clamped her mouth over the jerking prick, keeping her eyes on the massive, cunt-ruining length of Mark's cock.

"All right, you guys!" Wayne shouted on a signal from Mark. "Everybody out. Mark wants a private conference with the company whore. You guys can come back in a couple of minutes."

Karen suckled the last of the cum the man had to give her, and then he pulled away, following the rest outside. Karen slumped against the floor and looked around, her face a mask of puzzlement. Where was everybody? Why wasn't anyone fucking her, making her suck their cocks or their balls or their asses? No one was whipping her or pinching her tits. Where had everybody gone?

"We've got to talk, Karen," Mark said simply. He nodded to Wayne and Wayne stood the see-saw device up straight. "I've got some papers I want you to sign. Just a couple of them, really. One is to sign your husband's assets over to me, the other is to entrust your care to Antonella. You do need care now, you know? Hard cocks in your cunt and ass and mouth. You wanted to make the plant work better Karen. Remember?"

Karen whined and tried to reach for Mark's cock. Wayne held her back and dragged her toward the see-saw. Why were they talking business to her? All she cared about was cock, any cock, especially the wonderful, monstrous cock that was swinging back and forth between Mark's hairy, muscular thighs. She knew now that all she was good for was fucking.

"Fuck me!" she whimpered as Wayne strapped her into the see-saw. This time he spread her arms and legs wide one the metal device. "Fuck me, Mark! Fuck me with your big cock!"

"We will!" Antonella hissed. "We'll both fuck you with Mark's big cock. This is your new office, Karen. We'll have fun here for a long time together, you and I and everyone we can find for you. Won't that be fun?"

Karen looked blearily toward Antonella and her breath caught in her throat when she saw that the beautiful brunette was wagging a cock every bit as long and hard as Mark's. Through her haze of lust, pain and confusion Karen tried to figure out what was happening, but it was beyond her. Most everything was beyond her anymore, she realized sadly, except what to do with a big, hard cock.

"Fuck me!" Karen walled, twisting her body against the metal cuffs that held her in place. Her long, lean body writhed with her need, her lush tits roiling across her chest, her curved hips bucking out in a shameless bump-and-grind. "Fuck me up my cunt and ass! Fuck me, fuck me, please!"

Each shuddering thrash of Karen's hips sprinkled her cunt-juices out across the floor. Each jerk of her blonde head left a trail of her spittle behind it. Mark smiled at the way he had utterly destroyed the old Karen and replaced her with the sex-crazed animal before him. He'd transformed a prim and proper high-class cunt into a pain-craving nymphomaniac.

"Will you sign those papers, Karen?" he asked reasonably, rubbing the grapefruit-sized head of his cock up and down the crack of Karen's taut ass. The head of his cock dwarfed the crack it rubbed against. "Will you do that for me?"

"Yes, please," Karen pleaded, and then she began to oink, squirming her body against him. "I need a cock so bad, sir! I really need to be fucked!"

"We know that, Karen," Antonella said, standing in front of the tortured blonde and rubbing her huge artificial cock over the drooping red lips of her cunt. "That's why we had this made for you, honey. It's an artificial prick made one inch bigger than Mark's cock so that when he's busy, you can still have his big prick around to play with. Wasn't that nice of us?"

"Oh, yes!" Karen babbled insanely. All she could see was the two monster cocks, one in front of her and one behind. It was more than she'd ever imagined possible, better than anything she'd ever dreamed of. "Thank you, Mistress, thank you Mark! Thank you! Please fuck me with them!"

"Fuck who with them?" Antonella asked, a sly smile tracing itself across her lips. "Fuck who, honey?"

"Fuck me… no, fuck your piggie," Karen said, whipping her hips back and forth between the two cocks that rubbed against her. "Fuck your piggie with them! Fuck your piggie good and hard!"

Karen smiled at getting the answer right. She wasn't tired anymore. Now all she could feel was the lust, the insane lust coursing through her body. The only thing that mattered now was pleasing Mark and Antonella and Wayne and anyone they said could have her.

The only thing that mattered was fucking, sucking and being hurt.

Wayne climbed up the side of the see-saw and settled his legs over Karen's broad, sexy shoulders. His cock brushed her red painted lips and his balls hung against her chin. Pain tore through her arms in waves with Wayne's added weight pulling at them, but Karen sighed with lusting pleasure at feeling his big cock touch her skin.

"Suck my cock, Karen!" Wayne ordered with a sneer, banging his cock-head over her pretty face. "Suck it good, whore and maybe I'll piss in your mouth when I'm done!"

"Please?" she asked in a little-girl voice, her eyes sparkling. Her heart beat faster at the thought she'd get to drink Wayne's piss. It was an honor she was going to try hard to deserve.

"You've been a good piggie," Antonella added. "Maybe we'll all piss in your mouth."

Karen started to thank them, but Wayne plunged his fat cock fully into her red-lipped mouth and speared it to the root inside Karen's clasping throat. Her cheeks hollowed as she went to work sucking it, and her tongue squeezed out over her lower lip to tongue his hanging balls. Her cunt spilled sex-juice in a solid stream from the excitement of having Wayne's big prick inside her.

Mark and Antonella moved forward at the same instant, their matching monstrous cocks pushing against Karen's body. Mark reached around to grab her tits, and Antonella's clawed hands dug into the shivering cheeks of her ass and they both surged forward. Karen screamed around the fleshy gag of Wayne's cock. The rational part of her mind stepped forward now, too late.

Her ass hole and cunt fought against the intrusion, reamed out and swampy as they were. Mark mauled her tits as he battered forward, straining to plunge his cock-head into the unyielding chute of her ass. Antonella dug her claws into the tender cheeks of Karen's ass and pulled the blonde toward her as she rammed her cock into the battered woman's cunt. Karen jerked helplessly between them, a savaged rag doll.

"You love it, don't you, you dirty cunt!" Wayne cackled, pulling Karen's blonde hair as he slapped his pubic hair into her lips and nose with every throat-clogging thrust of his cock. "Beg for all this big prick, you slimy bitch. Beg for it, you grunting pig!"

Karen whined helplessly, her eyes rolling back into her head as the pain overwhelmed her body.

Waves of solid agony crashed over her as Mark and Antonella's cocks fucked farther inside her. Antonella had fucked most of her artificial cock into Karen's overloaded cunt now, and Mark's fat cock-head was less than an inch away from popping fully into the straining, tearing mouth of her asshole. Karen's legs were spread impossibly wide by the inhuman assault, her body was being raised off the see-saw by the power of the two upward-fucking cocks.

"Slut!" Antonella hissed as she drove her cock to the root inside Karen's cunt. A smaller prod lanced into the brunette's cunt as she fucked the widow, making her knees weak with pleasure. "After we've fucked you this time, you're going to have to get those men to fuck your pretty little holes four at a time just to feel anything. Won't that be fun?"

Karen couldn't have answered the woman's cruel taunts if she'd wanted to. Her legs had been lifted free of the stirrups that held them in place and now hung limply, pushed out of place by the doubled intrusion of her body. Her flat stomach puffed out with the one cock that was already fully buried inside her. Her breath rasped into her chest in fitful bursts and she wriggled weakly, managing only to drive herself farther on the two poles that fucked her.

The pain was incredible. Mark's fat cock-head finally popped fully inside her asshole and he fucked it the rest of the way up her shit-chute in one heart-rending, ass-ripping push. Karen babbled around Wayne's cock in her mouth, unable to deal with the pain and shock of this newest violation of her enslaved body.

And now Mark and Antonella began to fuck her in earnest, yanking their body-ruining cocks back and driving them forward, spitting Karen's squirming frame on massive poles of flesh and rubber. Karen's cunt-juices splattered down over them, but it was nowhere near enough to ease their lumbering passage. Fresh spots of blood dribbled down too, as Karen's sex-holes tried to adjust themselves to this massive impalement.

Antonella began to punch her fists into the blonde's stomach as she fucked her, and Karen howled in agony. The blows made the cocks that rammed inside her vibrate and pulsate through her tortured frame. Karen's cunt began to clamp on Antonella's punishing cock, and her ass-cheeks flexed with every inward rush of Mark's pulverizing prick. Karen wailed through the most painful orgasm she'd ever suffered.

She sucked wildly on Wayne's cock, using it for a pacifier as Mark and Antonella ravaged her fuck-holes. She squirmed between them as her orgasm splashed through her. She urged her tits into Mark's torturing hands and rolled back and forth to give Antonella a clear target for every crushing blow of her fists.

Saliva drooled from her mouth almost as quickly as pussy-juice splattered from her cunt. She screamed and blubbered as they all fucked her into ecstasy.

Wayne came first, and Karen guzzled his cock-cream as fast as he could shoot it. He yanked at her hair and squirmed his cock deeper into her throat, but Karen savored every burst of pain, every drop of jism. She suckled him, drawing out every drop of cum he had to give her.

Antonella fucked her faster and harder as the smaller probe in her dark-haired cunt brought her to orgasm. Her cunt-cream dribbled from her cunt to mix with Karen's on the floor, but she didn't falter as she gored the blonde's devastated cunt with her terrible rubber cock. She did stop beating Karen in the stomach, though, grabbing her ass-cheeks instead to hug the blonde tight against her. She dropped her head to Karen's hard, spiky nipples and chewed on them until Karen wailed at the new pain.

"Here it is, Karen!" Mark hissed from behind her, and Karen gasped as he began to cum inside her. Her own climax exploded through her. "You wonderful, filthy little slut!"

The first blast of his cum shot so far up her ass that Karen thought she could taste it in her mouth. His blistering jism filled her bowels. She felt the pulse of its heat and its gradual cooling inside her before it slipped out of her ass to coat her slimy thighs, and every sensation drove her into a greater frenzy of lust.

Her climaxes erupted one atop the last, each one more powerful, each one more devastating. With each creamy injection of Mark's thick, white jism Karen screeched through another orgasm of her own.

Finally it slowed. Karen could hardly feel her cunt or asshole when Mark and Antonella pulled away from her, but her clit still burned, and her hips still wriggled against her bonds. Wayne kept his cock in her mouth as she sucked him clean, and just the feel of his flaccid, emptied cock in her mouth made Karen cum again. She wondered if there was anything that wouldn't make her cum now, if there was any terrible thing they could do to her silky, limber body that wouldn't make her quake with lust.

"You're going to be happy here, piggie," Antonella cooed lovingly as she took a whip down from the wall, her rubber cock still swinging out in front of her, huge and hard and painted with cunt-cream. "We're going to make you do so many nasty things!"

"I'm going to piss in your mouth now, slut!" Wayne hissed into her ear. "I don't think I'll ever use any toilet but you again!"

Karen came just hearing his words, and she came again when his acid piss began to gush down her throat. She was still cumming when Antonella hit her across her nipples with the whip and Mark opened the door for the plant workers to come back inside. The pain of the lash and the humiliation of them seeing her made Karen cum even harder.

"This is good," Mark said with a smile, his cock growing rock-hard once more. "It's always nice to see a new employee fit in at her job!"

Karen burned with shame at his words, but her orgasm just flared more hotly. He was right, the blonde widow thought. He and Wayne and Antonella had put her in just the place where she belonged.

Content

Nathan Silvers
Widow in bondage

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT