Then she heard the men talking to one another.
"You want her ass, or cunt?"
Her mind recoiled at the words. They were going to fuck her right here, right here with everyone around!
"Please, please, Master, not here, please!" she groaned.
A stinging slap resounded across her naked ass. "Shut the fuck up, cunt, no one's speaking to you!"
Her body lurched forward slightly and hands grasped her naked hips, jerking her back roughly.
"I'll take her ass, you can have her cunt," the slim said.
"No, no, please, don't fuck me in my ass, please! I'll do anything! You can fuck my cunt! I'll suck your cum into my mouth, but please, not my ass!" she cried.
The tall man stood up, unzipping his pants. He pulled out a long slender cock. He moved up behind her and slid his cock between her legs.
Susan felt the cock press up between her legs, rubbing across her cunt-lips. She looked between her legs and saw it pull back and rub at the crack of her ass. The man's fingers grasped her asscheeks and separated them until he could see her puckered shit-hole. With a smile, he poked the tip of his cock at her shitter.
Susan cried out, "Please, Master! Please, not there, anywhere but there!"
Bob stepped in front of her. "Are you denying a master the pleasure of fucking you in the ass?"
She raised her head. "Please, I'll do anything! Please, Master, not there, it'll kill me! It'll rip me!"
"Since you feel that way about it, maybe you'd rather feel the riding crop across those beautiful asscheeks."
"No! No, Master, it's just that I've never had anything in there and I know it's going to rip me!"
Bob smiled. "Beg for it up your ass, slut."
"No, I beg of you, please don't make me!" Susan cried.
Bob looked at the slim man. "You want the privilege of making her beg?"
"Love it," the slim man said.
"Oh, Master, please, Master, please don't!"
Susan cried out.
"I'll get something that'll get her to quit that damned begging," Bob said.
The door slammed and she felt the slim man's cock slide back and forth through her asscrack, rubbing across her asshole. "Looks like you're about to get it good, cunt. Too bad you couldn't obey orders."
Tears welled up in Susan's eyes. She knew the pain would soon be burning through her body, but she couldn't help it. She couldn't let them fuck her in her ass, she just couldn't. Her mind was spinning with anticipation, knowing Bob would soon be coining back to hurt her, but she couldn't help it, he would just have to do it and she would just have to do her best to resist. She wondered if she could really hold out.
She was still bent over, the slim man rubbing his long cock roughly between her cunt-lips, when Bob returned. Without a word he grabbed her and pulled her wrists behind her back. She felt metal handcuffs snap around her wrists.
"Now, cunt, this is your last chance. Are you ready to beg for an ass-fucking?"
"Please, no – I can't – please don't make me!"
She was forced down on her back, her weight pressing harshly against her arms as she lay on them.
Bob smiled. "Okay, men, raise her legs up and hold her ankles between your knees."
They grabbed and spread her legs as they pressed their knees tightly up against her ankles. The soles of her feet weren't quite, the way Bob wanted them, so he had the guys switch legs and flip her over on her stomach.
Susan had no idea what was going on. She tried to turn her head but couldn't get it far enough around to get a good look.
"Okay, cunt, now we'll see how long it takes before you're begging to get ass-fucked." He brought a straightened wire coat hanger around for her to see. "We'll see how long your feet can take this."
"No! No! No!" she screamed as Bob stepped back.
She heard a hiss as the wire hanger flew through the air and landed across the instep of her left foot.
"Aaaaaaniiieeeeee!" she screamed as her body jerked up, then bounced against the floor. Her foot felt like it had just been set on fire as a horrible pain rushed into her bed.
"Aaaaaaggggghhhhh! Noooooo! Nooooooo! Pleeeeeaaaaaase! Stop!"
The wire slashed across her left foot again.
"Aaaaaaiiieeegh!" Needles of shooting pain. Tore through her body.
"Beg, cunt! Beg!" Bob yelled as the coat hanger dug cruelly into the bottom of her right foot.
"Nooooooo! Ooooohhh! Gaaaawwwwwd, noooooooo! No moooooore! No moooooore! Yes, yes, yes, fuck my ass, fuck my ass! Please stop, I'm begging, I'm begging! Fuck my ass with your cock! Just stop, I can't take anymore!" Susan cried out.
The wire coat hanger stopped. Bob knelt down and grasped a handful of her hair.
"Uuuuungggh!" she groaned as he pulled her hair.
Bob arched her neck backwards until she was looking into his face. "Now, you little trashy tramp, tell Mr. Anderson you're sorry for making him wait so long to fuck your asshole."
Immediately, Susan cried out. "I'm sorry, Mr. Anderson! I'm truly sorry for making you wait to fuck me in the ass!"
"Tell him how much you want to be ass-fucked. How much you want to be corn-holed by his beautiful prick," Bob said.
The pain tore at her scalp as she cried out, "I really want your cock up my ass, Mr. Anderson! You have such a beautiful prick and I want it fucking up in my asshole, Mr. Anderson! Please fuck me! Corn-hole my asshole, Mr. Anderson!"
The two men looked at the bottoms of her feet as he pleaded with Mr. Anderson, to assfuck her. There was a mass of red welts. Where the wire had slashed into a welt blood was seeping out of cuts. They knew that when she was forced to stand up, she would be very lucky if she could tolerate the pain.
"Get up now, cunt, and bend over so Mr. Anderson can get at that asshole of yours!" Bob shouted.
The two men released her feet and slowly she got to her knees. With her wrists still cuffed behind her it was difficult to maneuver. She brought her right foot under her and the moment the bottom of her foot touched the floor she cried out as pain shot up into her leg. She looked up at Bob. "I-I don't know if I can stand!"
Showing no mercy, he told her she would either stand or take another lash of the hanger on each of her feet.
Sobbing as she put a little weight on her beaten foot, she pushed herself up.
"Ooooooh, God!" she cried out as fiery tongues of pain shot through the soles of feet.
Finally she was standing, bent over, offering her asshole to Mr. Anderson. She felt his cock slide between her legs once again and waited for the pain she was sure was coming.
"Got any Vaseline?" Mr. Anderson asked. "Yeah, here in my desk," Bob said, stepping to his desk and opening a drawer.
Susan felt her ass cheeks being spread wide. "Oh!" she gasped as fingers spread Vaseline all around her shitter.
She rose up on her toes as a finger pressed up into her body, smearing the grease around the ass walls. She felt the finger twisting painfully around within her body before slipping back out.
"Please don't hurt me! Please!" she cried. "Here we go gentlemen," Mr. Anderson said as his stiff prick slid between her asscheeks, his fingers digging sharply into her pliable flesh.
The tip of his cock-head touched the tight little opening as his hands slid onto her hips. She felt the pressure as he pulled her back, his cock-head pressed into the outer ring of her shitter. The pressure grew as he grunted and thrust at her body.
"Uuuuuurrrgh!" she stretched as her shitter spread wider and wider, shooting pain up into her bowels just before his cock-head popped up into her virgin shit-hole.
"Oooooh, noooooo! Pleeeeeaasse! Oooooh, it hurts! It hurts! It's too big!" she cried out, but the cock fucked farther and farther up into her body, spreading her asshole.
"Man, this chick has one tight asshole," Mr. Anderson said, and with a heave and a grunt he fucked another two inches of cock into her bent-over body.