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.