"Bitch pig!" Antonella screamed. She straddled Karen's stained, panting face and flailed the whip against the helpless woman's quivering thighs. "Oink, you rotten slut. Oink and beg me to whip your ass!"
"Mistress…" Karen pleaded, but then her voice was cut off as Antonella let loose a flood of piss into her face.
Antonella whipped Karen brutally as she pissed into her face. She let the metal tips of the whip scour the long, lean, thoroughbred legs of the deranged blonde, then played them more lightly across her trembling stomach and jouncing tits. She was frustrated in her attempts to give Karen's cunt a good whipping because of the way the widow's fist was spearing into her pussy, so she had to content herself with ripping the golden hair from the straining bitch's sensitive pussy-mound. Soon Karen's helplessly thrashing body was blotched with the angry red wounds the whip inflicted.
Karen cried in pain and lust, wondering what terrible thing she'd done to make her deserve what was happening. Her body blazed with pain and her cunt felt like one great festering wound, but she was still cumming madly and she couldn't force herself to pull her fist, her own fist, from her body.
She drank down Antonella's piss as if it were the most priceless champagne in the world. She gargled with it and cupped it in her tongue and wallowed in it. She wished she were dead.
And even after the pissing stopped, Antonella kept beating her, and she kept driving her hand inside her demolished, spasming cunt. The men laughed and Karen called her names, and the first time the cruel whip bit into the skin of her pretty face, Karen's cunt clasped so tightly around her hand that she could no longer move it.
Pussy-juice squirted out around the plug of her wrist and her hips shot above the floor as her fist pounded remorselessly on. And she didn't even hear the plant's dozens of workers begin to gather outside.
CHAPTER SIX
Karen didn't resist or complain as Antonella dragged her across the room by her leash and dumped her in a sunken tub. She felt her battered, overstrained muscles easing with the soothing influence of the hot water. Antonella dumped soap over her and made her wash herself. By the time she stepped from the tub she felt almost like a human being.
The bath had washed the filth and slime from her body, but nothing could take away the things she'd experienced during the last few hours, the things she'd found out about herself. She was a rutting, wanton animal, and it hadn't taken that much of an effort on the part of her captors to bring out the slut that dwelled inside her. She had cum more often and more powerfully than any of the people abusing her. She was nothing more than a dirty whore.
She wondered at the idea that she'd thought she could run her husband's company. That kind of thing seemed a million miles away from her now. Mark could do those kind of things, and Antonella. She was a fuck, a dumping ground for jism and pussy-cream and piss. The office they'd given her was nothing more than her own private whore house.
"We're going to dress you up so pretty," Antonella cooed mockingly in Karen's ear as she led her out of the tub and made her stand up straight at the edge of the pool. "We're going to dress you up like a pretty little whore so all the men will want to fuck you. Won't you like that?"
Karen wasn't sure what Antonella was talking about. She tried to stand very still, though, as the sexy brunette wrapped a thin leather band tightly around her tits and lifted her feet one at a time to pull lacy black panties up over her hips. She knew that if her lady wanted her to move, she'd say so. Antonella pulled the leather top so tightly around the blonde's slender frame that Karen groaned with pain and the silky white flesh of her tits squeezed out at the top and bottom of the strap. And the panties were little more than a V-shaped strip of cloth, barely covering the blonde mound of her cunt and cutting between the firm cheeks of her ass as soon as Antonella pulled them into place.
After that, the cruel brunette slipped high heels on Karen's feet and made up her face. The high heels hurt Karen's feet but she didn't dare complain. And Antonella brushed Karen's cheeks with dark rouge and colored her eyelids purple and painted her lips with thick red lipstick. Karen knew that Antonella was dressing her up like a whore, but she didn't protest. She was a whore, wasn't she?
"This way, piggie," Antonella said with a laugh, leading Karen by her leash to a device that looked like the outline of a seesaw. She made Karen lean down over it and hooked her feet in tight stirrups at the bottom. "Can you oink for me, piggie? Just a little oink, please?"
Antonella's long, sharp fingernails bit into Karen's nipples as she asked the question and the confused blonde widow knew that she was going to be hurt unless she did as the cruel brunette asked.
She oinked for her, bleating as she guessed a pig would. Antonella smiled her approval and lifted Karen's hands over her head to cuff them securely on the far end of the seesaw. Karen was now locked into place on the metal structure, her weight balanced on the railing beneath her feet.
Antonella felt a wave of lust sizzle through her body as she looked at the helpless blonde bitch strapped to the seesaw. With her arms lifted over her head her tits stood out even higher and more full than usual, and the sharp inward curve of her waist was accentuated. And on the seesaw, all of her orifices were left available while she was completely helpless. The men who worked at the plant, or a few dozen of them anyway, were in for a treat of a lifetime today.
"Do you like your new toy, piggie?" Antonella asked, tickling her cruel nails teasingly over Karen's helpless body. "It's just like a real seesaw, except that we can flip you all the way around. And there's a hinge in the middle we can snap loose if we want to bend you over. And see how your feet are bound together? Well that makes your pink little blonde cunt so much tighter than already is that you and the men are just going to scream. You're probably going to scream a little bit louder."
"What men?" Karen asked, mustering all the courage she could.
"Why, your new co-workers," Antonella answered, looking surprised. "Mark, Wayne, you can bring them in now."
Terror tore through Karen as the words Antonella had spoken began to sink in. She twisted her head to see the door of her office swing open. Mark smiled as the spacious room began to fill with men. Karen was certain she was staring into the face of her own death.
They came in all sizes and ages. Some of them leered openly at her sexy, bound body, others sneaked furtive glances at her as they filed into the room. Some of the men called her names or talked to others about some aspect of her face or body they found interesting while others studied her in lustful silence. Soon the office was filled and Karen could hear dozens more in the hallway outside the room. Had they invited the entire plant to be a part of her degradation?
Karen couldn't believe what was happening.
"I assume you all know who this is," Mark said simply, a path clearing for him as he made his way over to stand next to Antonella. "Most of you hated this blonde bitch's husband for years. I'll bet every man of you who saw this tight-assed whore has had wet-dreams about her. Well, I told you that things were going to be different around here once I took over. Karen here is the first proof of that. You guys can consider yourselves off for the rest of the day, with pay. She'll be here for you from now on, so don't fight over her. Everybody's going to get their turns."
For an instant none of the men spoke. Even seeing the luscious, lithe body of the blonde widow spread helplessly before them they couldn't seem to believe their good luck. A couple of them started to step forward, but when they was that their fellow workers weren't following suit, they held back. Karen wondered if she were going to be saved from the inhuman gang-rape Mark had planned for her.