The small, weasel-faced pimp riffled casually through the roll of bills. Its girth was scarcely diminished by the subtraction of fifteen hundred dollars. Perry stuck the roll into the pocket of his sports coat. Castle had left, and Perry was alone with Mary.
He turned to face Mary and sat. His beady dark eyes bored into her. "Well," he said, "you're a damn fine little fuck. But you've got too much spirit, you know what I mean? You might just get the idea you can cross me up." He shook his head. "We'll just have to cure you of that little notion."
The pimp stuck his fingers in his mouth and gave a shrill whistle. The door connecting the room with the room next door opened. Two people came in, eyeing Mary with frank curiosity.
The girl looked uncertainly back at them. The man was short and squat and looked immensely powerful. He had short curly brown hair and a broad flat face. The girl, or woman rather, was an inch or two shorter than Mary. Her blonde hair was dark at the roots. She was slim-waisted with voluptuous hips and unbelievable huge tits, swinging unconfined inside her blouse.
Mary didn't like the way the blonde looked at her. The liquid brown eyes held undeniable lust, but it was a sort of lust that made the skin crawl between Mary's shoulder blades.
"Larry and Cat," Perry said, "meet my new thoroughbred filly, Mary. Mary, meet Larry and Cat. They're your, shall we say, trainers."
He lounged back and lit up a cigarette. He shot the squat muscular Larry a bored look. "What are you waiting for?" he asked, sucking smoke into his lungs. "Saddle-break her!"
With surprisingly broad strides Larry crossed the room. He picked Mary up, then started to undress her.
After a moment of shocked immobility, the teenager fought back. She kicked and struggled and tried to bite. Her hands curved into claws and raked for Larry's eyes.
The effort was wasted. Her fierceness failed to impress the man, who methodically stripped her clothing from her writhing, lithe body. He managed to unbutton her blouse and work off her short skirt without damaging them, but her bra and panties he simply ripped off her. In a matter of moments she was stark naked. Her pale limbs flailed and flashed.
The woman named Cat had disappeared into the next room. Now she returned. In one hand she carried a tangle of leather straps. In the other she had a short riding whip. Mary, thrashing in Larry's strong arms, saw her through a disordered cloud of yellow hair. At once, she stopped struggling.
"What-what are you going to do?" she asked. Fear tinged her voice.
"What I told them to do. Saddle-break you," Perry said, blowing smoke through his nostrils. "Ride you till you're worn down. Whip every last vestige of resistance out of you. Oh, and it's going to hurt. Gentleness is wasted on sluts!"
Standing behind the nude girl, Larry gripped her forearms and held them out to Cat. The slinky woman with the bleached hair, quickly and professionally strapped them together at the wrists. She cinched the straps cruelly tight. Mary bit her lip as the leather bit into her skin.
Kneeling before the naked adolescent, Cat strapped her ankles together. Then she stood up. A wicked smile crossed her full, red lips.
Her heavy breasts rose and fell as Cat eyed the prisoner. Then she slapped Mary hard across the face. Mary's head rocked back. Cat hit her again. She sagged against Larry. He let her slide to the carpet. He held her pinioned wrists above her head in one brawny hand.
Cat picked up the whip, moving gracefully like the animal she was named for. "No!" exclaimed Mary, shaking her head madly. "No, don't!"
The tip of the whip flicked out. Gently, it caressed Mary's cheek. She winced.
"Now, now," purred Cat in a low sensuous voice. "That didn't hurt, did it?" The whip snapped, stung Mary's cheek. She gave a cry and blinked back tears.
"That did, didn't it?" Cat licked a lip and ran a hand over her ample boobs. "You see how much power I have over you, darling?"
Mary tried to fight to her feet. Larry moved, pulling her upraised arms back till they strained in their sockets. Her early-ripened tits were thrust forward and up. The nipples jutted out like small fingers.
The ship twitched restlessly. Then it licked out and gave one of the nipples a feather light touch. Mary gasped. Again it lapped at the nipple, and again. Then the thin lash began to tickle both her tits, thrilling the tender pale skin.
"Oooooh," Mary moaned. She rubbed her thighs together. She could feel the warmth in her pussy. This felt sooooo good! Cat was incredibly skilled with the little whip. Her delicate touching and teasing of Mary's boobs was turning her on!
Mary closed her eyes, let her head loll against one upraised arm. Sensuous delight flowed from her tits as the whip caressed them lovingly. The smell of her aroused cunt filled the room as the sweet oils started to flow again.
With one hand Cat unbuttoned her blouse. The restless whip never stopped kissing and licking Mary's boobs. Cat's own huge tits swung free of the blouse. Thumb-thick red nipples hardened instantly in the cool air.
The whip twitched away as Cat shrugged out of the blouse. In the open air her tits were fully as magnificent as they had promised to be when concealed by her blouse. Big as melons and firm, with palm-sized patches of brown forming halos around the swollen nipples. One of her specialties was taking a customer's cock between those tits rid fucking him with them. The sensuous wealth of tit flesh was guaranteed to drive anybody mad.
Long fingernails fondled the boobs. Cat took one of her nipples between her nails and twirled it. Searing pleasure shot into her chest. On the floor before her Mary was writhing around with an ecstatic expression on her face.
Cat smiled still more widely. She cocked her arm and cut the whip savagely across Mary's super sensitized boobs. Mary shrieked with agony, bouncing off the floor.
His face expressionless, Larry held the helpless girl in place while Cat lashed her tits with the whip. The skin of Cat's face and jugs glowed with excitement. Her pendulous boobs flew to the rhythm of her blows, flopping on her chest with a sloppy sound. Though it felt to Mary as if her tender tits were being beaten raw, Cat was working with the skill of an artist. Though red lines soon crisscrossed the heaving mounds, the delicate white skin was never broken and no permanent marks were made to mar their milky perfection.
When Mary's shrieks got to be too much to take, Larry stuffed a handkerchief in her mouth. Cat, with one hand stuffed down the front of her jeans to play with her aching pussy, signaled him to turn the prisoner over.
Effortlessly, Larry did so. Mary's tortured tits hung toward the floor, feeling as if they were on fire. Her knees were rubbing on the rug and her cheek was pressed into the man's crotch. She could feel the hardness of his cock beneath her cheek. It radiated heat.
The girl's upturned ass peeked toward the ceiling. Cat began to whip Mary's asscheeks. They could take much more punishment than the tender boobs, and she laid it on accordingly. Her fingers were thrust deeply into her cunt, jacking herself off.
A red crosshatched welt appeared on Mary's asscheeks. Then Cat shifted her aim and landed a stinging cut right between the reddened buttocks. The whip bit into the crimson crack and stung the fisted asshole. Mary's cry was sharp inspite of the gag.
Breathing heavily from passion and exercise, Cat stepped back. She laid three more strokes right smack between her captive's asscheeks, then collapsed with a soft cry. Mary turned her head and stared in wonder as Cat lay on the floor, writhing as she fucked herself furiously with her hand. It was obvious the big-titted woman was coming hard.
Perry waved a hand to Larry. He dragged the girl around and propped her on all fours, facing her tormentor. Cat gave a long sobbing cry, her tits seeming to swell as she arched her back skyward. Then she fell back to the floor with a sigh.
"As you see," Perry said, getting out of his chair, "Cat likes to hurt people. It turns her on. Keep that in mind, baby. And here's something else. Cat, shuck out of those pants. I want to show Mary something, and anyway we're going to fuck while Larry continues her education."
Cat bounced to her feet, tits flopping. She unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down off her ass. The big firm cheeks were pale, with the same olive tint as the rest of her skin.
Cat's bare butt was as splendid as her tits, but it wasn't its beauty that made Mary gasp. It was the two initials on her right asscheek, burned in inch high red letters: A.H.
"That's right," nodded Perry as he walked to the bed. "Artie Howard used to be Cat's pimp. She tried to run away. Got as far as Las Cruces before he tracked her down and brought her back. That was her reward."
He sat down, finishing off another cigarette. "Artie had a little disagreement with a sawed-off shotgun shortly after, and Cat came the way of someone more appreciative of her and her talents…" Perry grinned at his captive. She looked up at him with her face blank. Her butt and tits smarted. Cat stepped out of her jeans and walked to her pimp with a springy step that made her jugs bobble enticingly.
"Being branded like that sort of changed Cat. Now she doesn't care what she does to someone. No compassion, you might say. And if one of my girls got out of line, say tried to run off, or maybe spill some dirt about a famous uncle – well then Cat would just have the greatest time playing with her. She likes knives, too." The big-boobed Cat slithered onto the bed beside him and stuck her tongue in his ear. He slipped an arm around her and fondled one giant tit casually. "I'm sure you get the idea. You'll have time to think about it while Larry fucks you up the butt."
Before Mary had time to realize what he had said, Larry had his pants off. Mary could actually feel the warmth of his turgid prick behind her upturned, beaten bottom. Then Larry plunged his cock into the kneeling girl.
Mary's first thought was, that isn't my ass! She was glad, too. Larry's cock was still bigger than Perry's, from the unbelievable way it stretched the walls of her cunt as it plunged in. What would it do to her tiny, virginal rectum?
Warm oily pressure enfolded Larry's cock. What a tight pussy! He fucked in and out of Mary for a half dozen eager strokes before pulling out. He was sorry he was not going to be able to blow off in her twat. But orders were orders.
His huge thick-veined cock liberally smeared with Mary's cunt grease, Larry positioned his prickhead at the little opening of Mary's rump. He ran his fingers lightly over the slope of her buttocks. Then he put broad flat thumbs to either side of her anus and pulled it as far open as he could.
At last Mary realized what was going on. Larry had merely been getting his cock lubricated in her dripping cunt! Now he was going to plow into her asshole with that oversized prick.
She gave a yelp as the tip of Larry's prick touched her gaping asshole. With her wrists and ankles tied she couldn't get her balance to leap away. Larry's fingers made white indentations in the cheeks of her ass as the awful pressure began.
By slow, agonizing degrees the mighty cunt sauce smeared cock drove into Mary's butt. The first entry of the bulbous head wasn't so bad. But when the great ballooned head was inside the ring of her asshole and sliding with excruciating friction up the ass channel, it was sheer torture. Tears flowed from Mary's tightly-shut eyes. Her jaw was clenched. Every muscle of her fit body stood out as she fought with all her strength to keep the massive invader from sliding into her rump.
It was no good. Like a spiked bar the cock forced its way in. She could feel it wedging her buttocks apart. It felt as if the walls of her asshole would rip to shreds at any minute. Slowly she was forced forward and down, till her tits were pressed into the floor with her bound wrists between them. The carpet grated her cheek.
"Oooooooooh, God," she moaned as another inch of prick slid up her butt. "Stop. Please, stop!"
"No can do, lady," Larry grunted. "Gotta do what old Perry says. You better learn to, too. Ungh! What a tight ass!"
He stopped. Though it felt to the helpless girl as if a telephone pole was stuck in her butt, only three quarters of his cock was buried between her mounds of ass meat. For a minute Larry just stood there on his knees, reveling in the most incredible tightness his prick had ever felt. Mary spit the rest of the gag out.
It wasn't really so bad now that the cock was just sitting there in her butt. But if he tried to stick any more in, she'd surely die!
On the bed, Perry was lying on his back smoking a cigarette nonchalantly, Cat sat astride him, ecstatically fucking herself on his big stiff prick. She held her boobs in her hands, kneading and rolling the doughy flesh, teasing the taut nipples.
Larry glanced over his shoulder at the pair just as Cat brought the tip of one outsized jug up and tilted her head to kiss the nipple. The wantonness of the sight tightened Larry's ball-sac with a twinge. He could hear the lewd sucking sound of Perry's cock going in and out of the woman's cunt. She was gyrating her hips wildly around the impaling pole of prick.
A sudden surge of lust boiling in his balls, Larry tightened his muscles and shoved two inches more of his cock into Mary's vulnerable anus. She screamed into the carpet as the agony overwhelmed her.
Her cry of pain was answered by a scream of joy from Cat. The teenager's agony sent her over the edge into a fantastic climax that sucked the jizz in a seething torrent from Perry's nuts.
Mary's cries were continuous and piercing as Larry pulled his cock out of her ass. It was almost worse than it had been going in. It felt as if he had barbs on his prick, tearing into her ass channel in a million hooks of pain.
Sweating with the effort, Larry began to fuck Mary's butt for real. As his prick stretched the small passage ever wider he was able to fuck her faster and faster. Spurred by Cat's cries of joy and Mary's wordless pleas for mercy, he hurtled in seconds to the brink of climax.
Pain and shame and sickness overwhelmed Mary. The degradation of forced anal penetration was almost as bad as the pain. To be tied like an animal, and used like a piece of meat – broken like a horse, her tender body debased to be used to make profit for these disgusting, evil creatures.
Mary had been betrayed. As the warning pulse of Larry's cock warned her he was about to come, she knew in a moment of clarity what she must do.
Larry came. His wad traveled the length of his dong like a runaway locomotive and blasted into Mary's rectum. It seared her like acid as it filled the passageway and leaked out her butthole. She didn't cry out. She wasn't going to give them the satisfaction!
Let them do their worst! She was going to make it through. And someday her chance would come – and she'd make them cry.
Larry grunted as the last of his jism pulsed into Mary's butt. After an eternity, the softening prick popped out. Cum leaked from the tip. Jizz leaked from her violated asshole.
Perry got up off the bed. Cat lay on her back feeling herself. Apparently her appetite for sex was insatiable. The now-naked pimp walked over to stand beside his half-naked muscleman.
"How's her ass?" Perry asked. Larry grinned lewdly. "Good deal. Got my money's worth, then. Get her up on her knees."
Strong hands lifted Mary, sat her down on her bare heels. She winced as her butt touched them. It sent a spear of pain into her asshole and up her back.
Two limp, gooey cocks confronted Mary. "That's right," Perry said. "Our lovely cocks are all dirty and sticky. What you do now is make them nice and clean."
Numbly, Mary stared at the pricks. The one so recently thrust to the hilt in a woman's oily, rank pussy, the other just out of her own asshole. Her stomach turned over.
But no. If she tried to refuse they'd hurt her. She could not get out of it. She had to go along with them. Her chance would come.
"Well?" Perry asked.
She'd pay him back one day, Mary silently vowed. But she would really wait for the day she could get back at the man who had done this to her – who had beaten and raped her, then sold her to these evil men.
Her uncle. District Attorney Herbert Castle. Her uncle, the crusader.
Live through this, Mary, she told herself. Uncle Herbert will pay for it all, with interest. Some day.
Clear, dry blue eyes looked from one goop smeared prick to the other.
Mary opened her mouth and leaned forward.