They bound Brenda in a contraption of chains. Four of the lengths of the heavy metal links reached down from the ceiling to within about three feet from the floor. There the chains held a criss-crossed lacework of smaller links that suspended Brenda with her back toward the floor. The damps that held her wrists and ankles were walked up the main supporting chains, spreading her hands and feet and holding them high. At one end, the last small string of links was positioned at her waist, causing her ass to dangle off the end. Pulleys high overhead caused the whole contraption to raise or lower, controlled by a small switch on a nearby stand.
The poor, naked Brenda, tortured and abused, was virtually immobile, staring up at the ceiling and wondering what new horrors would be forced upon her now.
She had glanced around, looking desperately for Bill, but her husband was nowhere to be seen. And she wasn't given an opportunity to look further through the house or to even ask questions about where he might have been. Immediately, she had been locked onto the interlocking chains and raised up from the floor. Then the two pairs of brutal, bondage-loving neighbors had left her alone in the monstrous room, to worry and be frightened alone.
By straining her neck and shoulders, Brenda could raise her head and look around. What she saw didn't tell her a lot except that she wished frantically that she wasn't there. Near her, circled around like a nook, were heavy backless couches. The way they were positioned left no doubt that the person in the chains in which she new swung was certain to be the center of attention.
Outside that small group of divans, there were other sets of chains and unusual wooden devices. One of the devices looked like the framework to a doorway, and another appeared to be some sort of electrically wired chat. In a couple of places on the walls were pegged boards where strange things were arranged. Brenda gulped when she saw that one whole section was a collection of whips, all neatly coiled and suspended from the pegs. There were thin ones and thick ones, long and short, but the thing that stood out was that all of them were black. Her skin burned from the memory of earlier agony and she ripped her gaze away from the whips.
Another set of pegs held up the whole assortment of tubular devices, and she had to strain her eyes to see that most of them were shaped like pricks. But heavens, what variety! There were a few thin, short ones but most of them were obscenely bulky, ranging from six inches long to one that was almost two feet in length. That one had a thick rubber cockhead on both ends, and in the middle was a collar of heavy rubber. She realized that two women could be fucked with that rubber prick at the same time.
Brenda groaned and allowed her head to fall back. "My God!" the tormented woman moaned to herself. "What have I gotten myself into here?"
She felt like she had somehow fallen into an old Vincent Price movie. But, deep down inside, Brenda knew that the end to all this wouldn't come so easily as a director calling the finish to the scene. All of what was happening now, instead of pretend, was brutally and harshly real.
Not even her husband could save Brenda now, since he must also be locked up somewhere in a set of his own chains.
Brenda knew that whatever would come would now happen, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. And her lonely time to worry about it was almost over as she heard the click of the unlocking of the door.
Before she saw the people, she heard the shuffle of their bare feet, and it sounded like a whole crowd was walking in the room. Cursing herself for even making the effort, Brenda raised her head, and she could see the whole group approaching.
They were all naked – bare tits, asses, and cocks swinging all over the place. Every one of the neighbors who had tormented Brenda before was back for another try. There were the Stones, Laura and Jim – firm, beautiful tits and the big cock that had fucked Brenda's ass. The Wymans were next, Tom and Carla – fiery haired bitch and the masculine man who had first pushed Brenda down onto her face. At the back were Hank and Sally Moore, looking almost like kids, but Brenda knew they were also committed members of the bunch. It had been Sally who had almost smothered Brenda with juicy pussy, then Hank had fucked the long cock clear down into the young newlywed's throat.
No, Brenda could expect no mercy from any of the six, who seemed determined to cause her pain and agony while working out their own lusts. She glanced through the collection of eager faces, searching for her husband, but this time apparently Bill wouldn't be there. That frightened Brenda even more, but perhaps it was for the best since he, at least, wouldn't see what she knew would be more degradation and shame for her.
"Well, well," Carla Wyman laughed as she walked up beside the suspended naked girl. "It's seemed like a long time since I got a look at this little bitch's pussy, although I guess it's only been twenty-four hours."
A motion on the other side of Brenda's body caught her attention and she rolled her head that way. Laura Stone had also stepped up to her side and was looking down at Brenda's naked body.
"It looks almost good enough to eat, doesn't it?" Laura said, her voice brimming with lust.
"I guess so," Carla snarled, "but I prefer my meat both tenderized and hot."
"Then why don't we both do our own thing?" Laura purred. "There are plenty of tenderizing instruments over there on the wall. I'm sure any of them would cook this delicious skin."
"Me, too!" Sally Moore chimed in, and she left the couches where all three of the men had sat down. "If this is a women's party, I don't want to be left out!"
Brenda was aghast. All around her now was hairy cunt. She raised her head and stared at fiery-haired, chestnut-colored and lightly golden-fleeced pussy. The three vertical cunt gashes, inner cuntlips glistening with hot moisture already, were like mouths eager to attack her body.
The pack of panting pussies split up, circling like predators on the prowl. The brown cunt silt moved down until it was between Brenda's upraised legs and it pressed its own lips against Brenda's tender pussy. The big, red-haired pussy monster disappeared for a minute or two, as the smaller golden one came toward Brenda's face. Then Brenda heard footsteps to her right and she glanced over to see the fiery-haired pussy gyrating back toward her between the walking legs of Carla Wyman. Pussies were everywhere, attacking Brenda from every direction, and a crazy panic began to pound in her mind.
Her head leaped up and she looked down and could see that it was Laura's mouth that was plastered to her pussy. She could see the woman's brown head, then the top of her face down to where her long, satiny red tongue was licking into the pink little pussy slit.
Brenda groaned as her head was pulled back down by fingers in her hair. As soon as her face was tilted backward, Sally Moore stood on tip toes and moved forward, then rocked back onto her heels with her cunt smothering into Brenda's face. The frightened newlywed woman's eyes bulged then focused and she realized that she was staring directly at Sally's ass cheeks and shithole from just an inch or two away. Her whole visual world was now confined to a sea of pink skin and the brown bud of an asshole. The smell of pussy and the muskiness of shitter both swirled into Brenda's nose, as the flavor of cunt flooded through her mouth.
And then her tits exploded in pain. Carla had lashed a thin riding crop right down across the nipples. The tit mounds leaped from the blow and danced all over the young captive's chest. A scarlet line was etched across the top of both tits, broken by the cleavage, but crossing both of the aching nipples.
Brenda tried to shriek, but her sounds were muffled by the young blonde's cunt. Sally giggled when she felt her pussy balloon inside from the slave's efforts to scream. In response, she wiggled her cunt gash even more firmly down onto Brenda's mouth, wishing she could force the captive's whole head inside.
"This will teach you, you fucking slut!" the fiery Carla hissed as she slashed down with the riding crop.
An angry red line of tortured skin scared across Brenda's stomach. Again, her efforts to cry out were smothered by pussy, so the young captive couldn't even protest the beating.
"Take this!" Carla laughed sadistically, and she slammed the riding crop again into Brenda's tits. "All cunts who aren't dominating like me had better learn a lesson. There are those in the world who are going to make the pain, and those who have to take it!"
Brenda couldn't see the blows coming and prepare herself for the pain, so each time she was caught unaware. Whether the next lashing would land on her tits, stomach or the fronts of her thighs, there was just no way for the tortured young woman to know. But no matter where, each time the riding crop kissed her, it was with the fiery agony of flame. An instant trail of burning skin would erupt somewhere on the front of her body and a blinding flash of pain would almost tear her brain from her spine. The torture of the riding crop was almost beyond comprehension, particularly when mixed with the other confusing sensations that were now running rampant in her body.
A great portion of that other sensation was being stirred up in Brenda's pussy. Her cunt gash was spread by the chains holding her feet high and to the sides, so Brenda's neighbor had full access to her tiny flowering pussy. At first Laura licked it, running the tip of her tongue from the miniscule cunt still hiding in its folds clear down to the mouth of the cunthole at the other end of the slit. There the tongue swept around the curve of the end of the pussy gash, licking the edge of the fuck-pit. A couple of times, Laura allowed her tongue to skip out of the chasm and onto Brenda's puckered little asshole. There the tip wormed its way a fraction of an inch into the tightly gripping ass ring, causing Brenda's hips to tremble and sway. The muscles of the thighs of the young captive tensed and loosened again and again as the pleasure of the woman's tongue drove her wild.
And Laura was proud of that. She knew that all torture didn't involve the lashing of tender flesh with whips, such as Carla decided to do. A taunting, tempting touch of tongue to sex-crazed pussymeat, stimulating but never quite enough to make it cum, often caused a female slave more agony than the beating of her body. And Laura was an expert at eating pussy, knowing just what to do to make the young woman's cunt grip with anticipated release but never quite giving it enough to find its sexual relief. Her fingertips tugged at the sensitive inner cuntlips, distending them outward, then she licked along their sides.
Leaning back for a second, she could see that Brenda's cunt hole was gasping open, looking like a dark tunnel reaching far into her guts. The tiny asshole was also working, forcing its bulge in and out, and Laura knew she had this slave almost demented from her pussy needing sexual relief. A few more minutes and she'd push the slave's body past its limits, and then even cumming wouldn't settle Brenda's hot pussy down.
Brenda was going wild. She wanted to scream at Laura Stone to hurry up and make her poor pussy cum. Brenda's whole lower body felt like it was on fire and the base of he spine had already melted into a puddle. But each time the sexual blast seemed to come near, the sadistic female pussy-eater would back off with her tongue. Brenda's cunt and ass ached from the exquisite agony of being denied a desperately needed cum.
And that agony blended with the pain of the lash as Carla continued to beat. Brenda's stomach and tits with the riding crop. The blows came regularly now, spaced around the front of her body, until her skin was a cross-hatch of bright scarlet lines.
But, if those two things weren't enough, Brenda's face was filled with pussy. It seemed like the fluttering cunt was trying to suck her whole head in and swallow it, and Brenda groaned when she lustily wondered how such a lewd thing would feel. Her tongue was shoved far out of her lips to glide back and forth inside Sally's pistoning pussy. As earlier in the day, the young blonde neighbor couldn't seem to keep still while she had her cunt mashed against a feminine face.
Brenda felt like she had already swallowed a gallon of pussy juices, and there was always more on the way. Part of it was smeared thickly over her entire face, even up into her hair, but most of it gushed into her mouth. Every few seconds the back of her mouth would grow full, then she'd gulp desperately and swallow it down. And each warm drop that slid down her gullet to her stomach seemed to set off its own individual sexual spark.
Brenda, in a flash of understanding, realized that sucking pussy juices was like drinking an aphrodisiac.
Swack! The riding crop struck her tits again. Was that pain that was gripping her, or was it sexual lightning bolts flashing up from her cunt?
Swack! Her abdomen was on fire. Was it from the brutal riding crop, or was the pussy juice lightning blazed in her stomach and guts?
Brenda could no longer sort the sensations out. She couldn't tell the pleasure from the pain. All of it combined in her body into a single tidal wave that threatened to wash her away.
The cunt on her face slid down off her chin as Sally reached back and spread her ass cheeks with her fingers. She went up onto her toes then sat back down again with her shit hole smashed against Brenda's lips.
"Eat my asshole!" the sex-crazed blonde screamed, pulling her ass cheeks even more severely out of the way. "Corn-hole your fucking tongue clear up my shitter!"
Brenda felt the woman's asshole against her lips. Her tongue snaked out of her mouth. The tip touched the wrinkled bud then the whole tongue curled to give it the strength to fuck up into the shitter. She pushed and the stiff tongue rammed up into the terrible tightness of Sally's sexy little asshole.
Laura had heard what was going on. She clipped her own face clown below Brenda's cunt. When her tongue found the shit hole, it curled and fucked up the slave's ass.
It was too much to believe! Brenda's mind whirled through the fog of her lust. Here she was eating out one neighbor's shit hole while another neighbor fucked her asshole with a tongue. The blazes in Brenda's body grew even hotter and all burned into one. No longer was there any separation; her whole body was a bundle of fired-up sex nerves just as hot as her throbbing clit.
Carla shrieked in laughter. She pulled the riding crop high overhead. The evil black lash slashed down, searing the young captive's tits. But no longer did the slave girl recoil from the blow. Her body seemed to arch up for more.
Carla's cunt was about to explode. She had finger-fucked it with one hand while she beat on the little bitch's body. Now she needed the satiny feel of feminine flesh on her clit and pussy to allow herself to cum. Quickly, she stepped forward then threw one leg over Brenda's thrashing naked body to straddle the girl's abdomen and stomach. Her cunt fitted down tightly onto the captive's tortured flesh, and Carla began to thrust back and forth with her cunt. The pussy and clit rode hard against Brenda's tightened flesh, spreading cunt juices thickly, and that caused Carla's cum to erupt. And, all the time, she beat down on the newlywed's violently shaking tits with the riding crop held sideways in one hand.
"Oh shit! I'm going to piss!" Sally screamed as the last of her cum roared through her pussy. "It's burning so much I don't think I can hold it in!"
"Don't try!" Laura shouted, leaping to her feet. She spread her legs and thrust forward with her hips as her fingers spread her pussy wide. "Let's give this little bitch a piss bath she'll remember for the rest of her life!"
It was one of Carla's favorite things to do. Now that her pussy was through cumming, the small piss hole flared open. A scalding yellow stream of piss burst out onto the captive woman's stomach to mix with the pussy juices already spread around. The red-haired woman went up onto her toes and edged forward, until her hot piss was splashing off Brenda's tits.
"Yes!" Laura yelled triumphantly, and a stream of golden piss hissed from her cunt directly into the young woman's pussy. The piss splashed hotly into the girl's cunt crease, and leaked down over her puckered asshole.
"Eeeek!" Sally shrieked as her own hot piss began to flow. It streamed directly into Brenda's face, splashing over her chin and nose. Then the current was aimed right into her mouth, and it was now scalding piss that the young captive was swallowing instead of pussy juices. The steaming liquid bit harshly at her tastebuds as it filled her mouth and poured out the sides of her lips.
Brenda's naked body thrashed in chains. Her cunt was still cumming like a continuing eruption of a volcano. And now her cunt, tits and mouth were being flooded with hot, feminine piss.
And, during those totally demented seconds, Brenda's ears were filled with lusty male laughter as the men watched from the couches and eagerly waited their turn.