She couldn’t, they couldn’t expect her to do _that_. She tried to twist her head away but Ingrid just let out a short laugh and jammed Karen’s head into her crotch and began to rub her wet pussy all over her face. At the same time, Paul sunk his dick, in one smooth motion, into Karen’s pussy, and began to slowly thrust himself in and out of her cunt.
They were serious, completely serious. They would actually fuck her there, and they expected her to lick another woman’s pussy; it was awful. Ingrid cuffed her upside the head as Paul continued slowly fucking her, “Come on bitch, use that tongue.
” Tenatively she pushed her tongue between her lips and tasted the sour, slippery wetness of another woman. Ingrid let out a low moan as Karen began to run her tongue back and forth against her pussy lips, the slap of leather against flesh and Su Lee’s awful, muffled screaming counterpointing the slow fucking Paul was giving her. Karen began to settle down into a rhythm as Ingrid slapped her ears as she told her what to do–lick up and down the lips, rubbing her nose against Ingrid’s clit, then close on the clit with her mouth, suck it gently into her mouth and flick her tongue back and forth across her clit.
Then do it all again when Ingrid slapped her on the head. It wasn’t so bad, she thought, the cock pumping slowly in and out of her sopping cunt relaxing her. Her postition was awkward and uncomfortable, but this was so much better than the whipping.
..poor Su Lee.
..she could still hear the slapping of the belt followed by Su Lee’s muffled screams.
As she thought about it, about her bent across the bar, force to lick a woman’s cunt while a man used her cunt for his pleasure, Su Lee’s screams in the background, warmth began spreading through her loins and she began to tremble. Suddenly, though, Paul pulled out, “Time’s up,” and, grabbing her asscheeks, pulled them wide apart, exposing her tiny asshole. Karen began to panic.
..just when it was feeling so good.
..why couldn’t they just fuck her?
…
why did they have to hurt her?..
.and tried to pull away from Ingrid. Ingrid merely gripped her head more firmly and thrust her hips forward against her face, “Come on,” she said, “I was almost there.
” She kept struggling but she couldn’t do anything to stop this violation of her ass. She froze with horror, receiving a few blows to the head from Ingrid, as she felt Pauls slick dick prod against her anus. She tried to yell, to say no, stop, but her voice was muffled by Ingrid, who pushed her face against her pussy, effectively muting her.
“Come on, slut, keep moving that tongue,” Ingrid urged as Paul pressed his cock harder against her small, puckered opening. “Give her ass a little incentive to open up, Greg,” she heard Paul say, then jerked forward hard against the bar as pain exploded in her lower back, and the sickening slap of the belt came to her ears. Her anus spasmed at the blow and Paul shoved his cockhead in, bringing a grunt of pain from Karen.
Ingrid was growing angry at her for stopping her licking, and began to cuff and slap her ears, “Come on, bitch,” she growled. She jerked forward again as the belt drove more pain into her lower back, and Paul drove his dick farther into her tormented ass. The blows against her head were disorienting her, distracting her from the pain in her ass.
She stuck out her tongue and began to lick again, and felt Ingrid relax, holding her head tightly between her thighs. Almost without her knowing, Paul had sunk his cock its full length into her ass, his balls hanging against her swollen pussy. She felt so full, like she did just before she deficated, her anus stretched painfully around his cock.
A strange shiver of pleasure and pain went through her as he slowly began to slide his cock back, seeming to draw her innards with it, and she grunted into Ingrid’s wet cunt as he slammed his cock back into her ass. He grabbed her hips in strong hands, bruising her, and began to fuck her ass with abandon, each forward stroke bringing a grunt from Karen. It was so different: it hurt, his plunging cock hurt, but it also felt good, like when she took and extra big shit; she felt an orgasm begin to build deep within her guts, a hard knot of pleasure slowly increasing with each pounding stroke of Paul’s cock.
She began to lick fervently at Ingrid’s clit, sucking the soft flesh into her mouth and flicking her tongue wildly across its bulging head. Ingrid let out a gasp and pulled her head even harder against her cunt, thrusting her hips into Karen’s face as she came. Feeling Ingrid come around her face sent Karen over the edge, the hard knot of pleasure bursting, consuming her entire body, causing her to jerk against the bonds and hands holding her, her ass spasming around Paul’s penis, bringing his seed spilling into her ass.
Slowly she came down from her orgasmic high, her body tingling with sensation. Ingrid stood up uncertainly and Paul pulled out of her ass with a gently POP, leaving her feeling empty, hanging over the bar at the waist, too tired to raise her body to a standing position. She knew she should feel humiliated, ashamed, but she was too numb, too tired, to care.
These people could use her all they wanted, a small part of her _wanted_ them to use her, to beat her: she shuddered inwardly at this thought, resisting it. She didn’t want this, no matter how much her body betrayed her, she didn’t; she wanted to be home, safe and secure, to be a normal teenager again, not subject to the sexual whims of a group of sadists. She came back to herself as she felt a rope thread between the cuffs connecting her wrists, and moaned in discomfort as her arms were pulled from her back, dragging her upper body with them, until she was parallel with the floor.
She didn’t resist, didn’t even respond, as a collar was attached to her neck and a rope run through a ring on the collar to another ring between her legs. She moaned again as her arms were pulled further from her body, until they were at a 45 degree angle from her back, and the rope pulling them was tied to the rafters overhead. Her head was then dragged back by her hair until her face was directly forward, her mouth open to relieve the strain on her neck, her hair tied around the cuffs on her wrists.
She opened her eyes as Ingrid began gently stroking her cheek, “It looks like Merc has something special planned for your friend, Karen,” she said, her voice smooth and mocking. Still in a state of mental numbness, of mental abstraction, Karen saw what Ingrid meant: Su Lee was bent over a something like a strange looking ottoman, her knees bent wide under her, her knees held to the floor by leather cuffs, her arms spread at right angles to her body and also cuffed to the floor at bicept, elbow, and wrist, pressing her chest into the ground. Her head was propped by her chin on a padded chin gaurd, so that Karen could look directly into her eyes, only 6′ away and swollen with tears.
Her pretty asian face was still distorted by the ball gag, making her, Karen though wistfully, look almost alluring. Her ass was elevated high in the air, causing her back to curve painfully back and exposing her abused vagina and her anus. Karen closed her eyes for a moment, feeling her own aching body, with Ingrid’s juices drying on her face, Paul’s semen leaking from her bowls down her pussy lips, her head pulled painfully back, her body bent obscenely over the parallel bar: a wave of tired resignation passed through her–she couldn’t do anything, she was helpless.