Doc Watson sat hunched like a gargoyle in a grimy room over the bar that had become gang headquarters. He peered through a panel of one-way glass set into the floor to serve as a viewing port. Ground like a fish-eye lens, it let him see all of the lewd spectacle below.
His emaciated body twitched with delight each time the hot lash in his daughter's hand struck. Wearing Rita's black mink and her own knee-high boots, Honey looked like an avenging angel.
Rita's tortured wails were like music to his ears. He began jacking his mighty cock once again, imagining it was the heat and fearsome vigor of his prick that made her scream. Doc kept his thumb off the necklace-tightening button and let her beg to be fucked by the whole gang as Honey demanded.
"Fuck me," Rita said in a voice hardly more than a whisper. She winced, still dancing lewdly to entice her tormentors, expecting the necklace to tighten. When it did not, she cried louder, "Please fuck me! I've had enough of the stinging whip!” "Just beg for cock, I don't want to hear any excuses," Honey said.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" Rita wailed.
Doc knew it was time to add to her torment. The worst tortures were those that dwell in the mind. He had learned that in prison, anguished by thoughts of loved ones who came to doubt his innocence when he was found guilty and dragged from the courtroom in chains.
With a macabre grin, he picked up the phone and dialed an unlisted number he'd learned through one of the electronic eavesdropping devices hidden in Rita's hilltop home. A cultured male voice answered this private line.
It was the man Rita Wallford was engaged to marry – a wealthy and respected pillar of the community, a man with a reputation to protect.
Doc claimed to be a reporter and said, "You're engaged to marry Rita Wallford, I believe.” "That's hardly news at this point," the man said. "Our wedding plans have been all over the society pages for months.” "Yes, I know… the ideal couple, both rich, socially prominent and so refined. I just wonder if you know the kind of woman she really is.”
“Of course I do! Her reputation is as flawless as her beauty.”
Doc couldn't help chuckling. "If you think so, listen to this. I'm sure you'll recognize her voice." He clamped the earphone of his headset over the mouthpiece of the telephone.
Rita was screaming, "Fuck me! Oooh, please! I want a stiff hot prick. Give me cock! I'll take three at once, mouth, pussy and ass. Fill me with cum-spitting prick! I won't tire until I've fucked all twenty of you!”
Doc broke in to say, "That's coming to you live from the headquarters of our city's most notorious motorcycle gang. Would you like to talk to your future wife and discuss her flawless reputation?" He left the man sputtering and made the necessary connections. "Rita, my darling. There's someone on the line most anxious to speak with you.” "Rita!" her fiancй said in a state of shock. "Is that really you?”
She was so stunned by the sound of a voice other than Doc's boring into her anguished mind.
"Benton!" Rita said his name with a racking sob. "You don't know what they've done tome!” "Yes, I do. I've been listening long enough. You’re nothing but a cheap slut in expensive clothes! The marriage is off!” "Benton, wait-" It was too late. He slammed down the phone with a clatter that made her ear ring.
Doc laughed. "Isn't it hell when those you love most turn against you?” "Bastard!" she snarled.
"Save your breath and beg for cock. It's that or get your luscious body whipped to a bloody pulp that even a man in prison for twenty years won't want to fuck.”
When Honey Watson had heard enough, she climbed up on the stage and keyed open the locking metal cuffs that had chafed Rita's bound wrists raw. With mind and body both deeply pained, the woman was almost too weak to stand. She had no strength or will to resist when the blonde whip-handler led her to a pool table at the other end of the room.
Four leering males, with naked stiff cocks sticking out of their grimy flies, surrounded the table, one at each corner. They drew chains fitted to locking bands from the corner pockets. Rita saw that and cried weakly.
Griz laughed scornfully. "After trying to mangle my balls, we ain't taking another chance. Flatten the bitch on her back. Spread her arms and legs and chain her down real tight.”
Rita moaned, knowing it would be useless to plead further. Honey pushed her backwards onto the table no longer used for playing pool.
Two gang members grabbed her arms and dragged her toward them, sliding her whip-burned ass across the cold top. The green felt covering had been torn off and discarded. Rita was forced down flat on her back with her arms spread.
Cold steel bracelets snapped shut around her chafed wrists. She whimpered. More cold uncaring hands spread her elegant long legs. Chilling bands snapped shut around her ankles.
They pulled the chains tight, straining her joints. The lamp once used to light the table for playing pool glared down from above.
"You and I are sort of trading places," Honey said. She wrapped the warm mink close around her slender, fine-carved figure and purred as she stroked her hands through the soft fur.
Rita shivered on the cold top of the table turned into an altar for sexual sacrifice.
Honey told her, "I ran away from the foster home. Griz and the other guys took me in. First thing I had to do was pull the train-” "Pull the train?" Rita said curiously.
"Yeah, fuck them all one right after another. Most of the guys can go four or five times.”
Griz and the other male gang members were all busy stripping off their clothes. Rita's worried eyes darted from one to another as their cocks came into view. She saw more steel-hard pricks in the next few minutes than she had in the rest of her life.
She saw stiff cocks of every description-long, short, thick and thin in various combinations. Twenty in all. With an average length of seven inches each, Rita quickly figured out that was over eleven feet of cock. And if they fucked her five times apiece it would be more than fifty feet of hot cock she would have to feel.
Although Rita sometimes enjoyed sex, she shuddered at the thought of being fucked a hundred times, one fuck right after the other.
Griz watched her ripe, whipped body tremble. "The lady's raw red welts must be paining her something tierce. What say we cool her off?” "Yeah!" agreed the anxious gang members. One added, "It's hard to fuck right when your cock is full of piss.”
Griz stood at the foot of the table between Rita's bound legs. His cock was a ten-inch-long ram of hard flesh that slanted up at a sharp angle. He gave her a smile and steadied his thick prick in one hand. Then he started to piss.
The yellow stream arched high and splattered down on Rita's splayed crotch. She cringed with revulsions but was chained too securely to wiggle out of the way. More of the beer-drinking gang members crowded around the table and let go.
They showered her with twenty fountaining cocks, burning her raw welts like a bath in battery acid. An acrid stench filled the room. Her smarting pain was intense, her humiliation even worse.
Rita's nose wrinkled in disgust. The smell of piss splashing all over her body was so rank and strong that she didn't want to breathe. Hot piss made her raw welts blaze as though salt had been rubbed in her many wounds.
She could only be thankful that none of them were pissing on her face, but her pained sigh of gratitude came too soon. Honey leaped up on the table and stood astride Rita's tossing head.
Honey parted the front of Rita's mink coat and raised her black leather mini-skirt above her waist. Looking up between the girl's legs, Rita could see a quivering blonde-furred pussy.
Honey smirked and rained piss all over Rita's face. The woman's classic features contorted in loathing. Her tightly clenched lips burned. Stinging yellow rain splashed into her nose.
Rita wanted to scream in disgust, but didn't dare open her mouth. She tossed her head and Honey wet her hair. The proud beauty had never suffered anything so degrading.
Lewd heat seeped into her body through every pore. Rita writhed and moaned, slithering on the table top like a seal on a wet rock. Though gagged by the stench and the bitter taste of her own churning bile, Rita felt an eerie sense of excitement that became stronger than her loathing.
She tensed and cried the moment Honey's flood of falling piss had stopped.
Another female gang member handed Honey a bucket of cold saltwater dipped right out of the bay. She held it high overhead and waited until the last of the men had drained his cock. Then she dumped the bucket to rinse Rita's ripe body.
Stunned by the cold and stung by saltwater, Rita twisted and jerked into spasms of pain. Someone gave Honey another bucket and she dumped that as well. Rita shivered violently, almost lapsing into convulsions.
The table on which she lay bound had been prepared for just that kind of ordeal. It slanted down toward her feet and off to the left so the stinging flood ran into the corner pocket and down to a washtub waiting below.
Shocked almost senseless by the sudden shift from hot to cold, Rita was hardly aware of Griz climbing onto the slick table top. She cowered like a timid virgin bound for pagan sacrifice.
Griz buried his head in her freshly rinsed crotch. She groaned. He wasn't just sucking cunt, he seemed determined to devour her pussy.
His beard-stubbled cheeks felt like barbed wire between her creamy thighs. His tongue probed and twisted, making her whipped pussy clench like a soft-lipped mantrap. He licked and sucked her clit until Rita screamed with delight.
Where the whip had struck, Griz could taste salt-sweet traces of blood. He licked and sucked those places to increase the flow. Rita moaned, appalled by the cruel strength of his appetite, but thrilled by the way his pulling lips and rasping tongue made her respond.
Benton Stanhope, the distinguished man she had planned to marry had never excited her so completely. He was far too dignified to eat pussy, and he wasn't all that thrilling when they fucked. His cock was timid and weak compared to those she saw ringing the table.
Rita felt sad at having lost her chance at a higher and more respected social position as wife of a civic leader, but she almost rejoiced at getting the kind of sexual satisfaction her body had craved for so long.
Maybe her embittered fiancй had been right, maybe she was just a slut in fancy clothes. Rita realized now that she had never adjusted fully to civilized life.
Griz nibbled his way up to her lush tits. The nipples were tight and shrunken with cold. He sucked one nip deep into his mouth and whirled the other with his thumb. She cried. Rita could feel the heat of lust rushing back.
"What a beautiful bitch you are," Griz said. He was leaning over her smiling face now. His huge hands kept milking her tits and the blue-red knob of his big hot prick was pressed against her clit.
That tender bud of nerves simmered in sleek fuck honey swirled up from the depths of her cunt. It hardly mattered that Griz had an ugly face scarred by dozens of fights and motorcycle crashes.
Her lips sealed soft and warm with his when he bent down to kiss her. He drove his tongue into her mouth, and she sucked on it willingly. Rapt with lewd pleasure, she pushed her tongue into his mouth and ran it over his broken teeth, playfully dueling with his tongue.
The rank taste of his mouth and foul odor of his hot breath hardly registered in her dazzled mind. Her body was filled with sultry heat. She was about to be fucked by the biggest cock of her whole life-ten glorious inches!
She cried when he began pushing his prick in. His prick strained her supple cunt lips. They had been whipped to extreme tenderness and tongue-teased to a fiery peak of anticipation.
Simmering fuck honey rose all around his intruding cock-knob. "It's sssooo big!" she sobbed.
"Get used to it," Doc said in her ear. "Mine is both longer and bigger around.” "It can't be," Rita moaned.
Griz had to assume she was talking to him. He didn't know about the earpiece or the power of the glittering diamond necklace that circled her heaving throat. "It can't be what?” "It can't be so much pleasure to be raped," she improvised.
"You're just getting what you've wanted for a long time.” "Yes!" she screamed in confession. Her departed husband's playful bondage had excited her, but the real thing was far more thrilling.
Rita arched her back as high as the chains would allow and swiveled heir ass in a spiral to take his great cock deeper into her sultry cunt. She'd taken only half of his prick's throbbing hot length and was already nearing a climax.
Griz said, "What a luscious bitch you are!" The wringing spasms of her wet cunt and the boiling pressure of his jizz load made him forget that knee to the balls. He drilled his cock in to the hilt and fucked her joyously.
"Enjoy him," Doc said. "My rage will not be so quick to cool. What you did to me was much worse than a kick in the nuts. You're going to suffer terribly when we're together at last.”
Rita tried to ignore Doc's gravel voice. She humped and pumped her ass and took Griz's cock with deep moans of delight.
Rita raised her head and gazed between them as Griz lifted and dropped his bulky frame on her like a man doing pushups. When he arched back to withdraw his cock, she could see the long vein-ridged prickshaft emerge from her delightfully tight cunt hole.
Her whipped pussy lips streaked his awesome cock with faint traces of blood, but Rita felt no pain. The sleek flow of her warm fuck honey was a soothing ointment. She giggled at the sight of his pink-stained cock. "I feel just like a young virgin!” "One of your daughters still is," Doc whispered in her ear.
That chilled her to the marrow of her bones. "Only one?” "Only one what?" Griz asked curiously. He thought the cock-crazed beauty must be cracking up.
"Er, I mean… only one at a time?” "Yeah, I'm like the head of a wolf pack. I don't share my prey with any other guy until I'm done.”
Rita's mind was reeling. She had two daughters grandly named after British royalty-Victoria and Regina-or Vicki and Reggie as they preferred to be called. Both were virgins as far as she knew. Rita had been very strict with their moral upbringing.
"Which one?" she asked Doc.
Griz wrinkled his brow. "Which one what?” "Er, which one of your women wants me to suck her cunt while you fuck me? You wouldn't mind that would you, Griz?” "No, I guess not. Hey, Honey… you want to sit on her face while I fuck?” "I'd love to!" The willowy blonde climbed up on the table and straddled Rita's head. The girl hadn't bothered to wipe her sandy-haired pussy. Her pussy curls were still damp with dribbles of piss.
Rita tasted the stinging bitterness when Honey bent down and clamped wet cunt over her mouth. She groaned. The blonde pumped her hips.
"I thought you wanted to eat cunt. Come on, bitch… get your tongue into me.”
Grimacing lips brought Honey mild pleasure. Her sultry fuck honey began to flow. That added a more pleasant tang to the taste of her pussy.
Rita timidly licked out her tongue and felt the girl squirm joyously. Griz liked staring into one pretty cunt while he fucked another, and listening to Rita's wet gurgling noises was better than hearing her disjointed conversation.
Honey's warm, supple thighs were clamped over Rita's ears. That muted the sound of lewd remarks made by anxious bikers all around the table, but it did nothing to still the Voice that came from the small speaker fitted into her ear.
"Which one?" Doc asked to taunt her. "Vicki or Reggie? Reggie or Vicki? Which one of her sweet girls has lost her cherry?” "Mummmph," Rita mumbled. The taste of simmering pussy flooded over her tongue when she tried to speak. And Griz hammered his cock in harder than before. Each thrust made her gush hot breath into Honey's cunt.
"And who was the sly spoiler of that tender cherry?" Doc asked. "I know, Rita. I know everything about your beautiful daughters.”
Rita's gushing and moans of distress delighted Honey's cunt. "Hhhmmm, good! Now stick your tongue into me!”
“Do it,” Doc said. “Vicki and Reggie aren't a bit timid about licking cunt. They've been sucking each other off for some time now.” "Nungh!" Rita didn't want to believe that.
"Make my daughter Honey cum," Doc said. "You'll need the practice if you want to please your girls.” "Urrrr!" Rita growled in disgust. Would he really make her do that? Then she shuddered under Griz's hammering cock thrusts. Doc Watson was so demented, he might make her do anything. A gang rape by a bunch of depraved bikers might turn out to be the most pleasant part of the hideous torment he had in mind for her.
Honey liked watching Griz fuck and twist his big cock into the woman pinned beneath them both. She grinned lewdly and leaned forward, bending over his brawny back. By craning her neck and extending her lips she could just reach the crack of his ass.
She said, "Fuck her, Griz! Bail her brains out!”
Then Honey planted a pleading kiss on the crack of his ass.
"Haaagh!" Griz liked that. He was sandwiched between them. Soft woman flesh warmed his chest and belly. Silky black mink teased his back when Honey pressed down to wiggle her tongue deep into the cleft of his bounding ass.
Leaning forward eased the pressure of Honey's cunt on the woman's soft lips. She licked and swiped the girl's blonde-furred pussy with her tongue, trying not to think about her daughters and the terrible things Doc had said.
The lewd trio rocked and swayed. Griz fucked Rita with roaring delight. Rita sucked fuck honey from Honey's cunt. And Honey wiggled her tongue into Griz's asshole to keep him hammering down.
Doc whispered a taunting chant into Rita's ear, "Vicki the redhead, Reggie the blonde. Which one has been fucked, and which one will fuck best?”
His voice tormented Rita, but Griz was fucking her wildly with delight. Her dazed thoughts wavered between pleasure and pain.
Honey's ass-teasing tongue kept Griz humping in a wild fuck-frenzy. It felt like she could wiggle it all the way though to make his cock tingle. He strained, wanting to hold back.
Rita's cunt ground all around his long prick. Her climax had started. Her wringing pussy milked and sucked his big cock, begging it to fire. Honey reamed her tongue into his ass and he had to let go.
"Aarrrgh!" He came with a roar. Jism gushed in steamy hot bursts.
Rita shuddered and moaned. The force of his volcanic cumming was so much greater than the old man's. Globs of cum hit the wall of her cunt like slippery fists. They battered and spattered her fuck hole.
They filled the sleek tunnel of joy with liquid fire. Honey's talented tongue kept him cumming. Tantalizing sensations in his ass flowed pleasure and pressure down into his ball sac.
Rita could not remember a man with such vigor. Griz kept grunting and gushing in cum. She felt it rise and bubble from the lips of her whipped cunt. Fuck juice dripped between her chained legs and formed a slick puddle under her bounding ass.
Her own tongue lanced out every time Honey's drove into the bearish man's ass. Rita licked and sucked and tongue fucked the daughter of her tormentor to a lesbian orgasm of shrilling delight.
For a full minute the lewdly entwined trio shared tremors of a mutual orgasm. Sparks of hot pleasure flowed from one to the other.
Honey's lewd hunger for ass fucking increased the duration and force of Griz's cumming. His wet hammering thrusts made Rita's cunt spasm with contractions of pleasure like never before. That made her tongue whip and thrust to thrill Honey's dripping cunt… which made her attack Griz's ass even more demandingly.
But for exhaustion, the cycle might have gone on forever. Rita felt limp and sated when they finally untangled themselves. She smiled weakly and licked fuck honey off her lips.
The bike gang's second-in-command was climbing onto the table before she'd caught her breath. "That's one cock down and nineteen to go," he said.
Rita sighed weakly and Doc laughed in her ear.