Nightwalkers

by Kirstin South

  "You will probably feel a compulsion to move," Magda said. "These bonds are to prevent that. Turn her over, Theo."

  Theo went around to the head of the double frame and began to turn the crank that was there.

  And the whole frame flipped over, leaving Jackie hanging beneath it.

  "Now shove that wooden stool under her ass," Magda ordered.

  And Jackie found herself, not only with her legs splayed wide, but with her mound thrust upwards between the struts, her pussy bared to the ceiling.

  It could hardly have been a more inviting position…if you wanted to be raped.

  "Oh, almost forgot," Magda said. "Take those dildos out. Gonzago won't appreciate them."

  Jackie had almost forgotten the dildos, too, until they were removed. And then she felt a sense of wonderful relief. No longer were her pussy and her anus being stretched and seared by those electronic penetrators.

  Then she made the mistake of voicing her relief in a long sigh.

  "This is no time for you to make ghastly sounds like that!" Magda snarled at her. "Go get Gonzago, Theo, now. And tell the Twins from Hell to be ready at a moment's notice. Little Miss N. here seems to think she's winning somehow."

  * * *

  Gonzago was a huge man. Not that he was especially tall—maybe five-ten—but he had a great square head set on a thick neck and his shoulders were about three feet wide, Jackie estimated. All of this was accompanied by a barrel chest and powerful arms, a tight waist, well-muscled, flat belly, and short, strong legs. Moreover, he wore nothing but red bikini briefs which automatically drew Jackie's eyes to the huge bulge beneath them.

  What kind of monstrosity lurked there? she wondered.

  "Ready, Gonzago?" Magda asked.

  "Ready, Miz Magda," the hulk replied. And promptly answered Jackie's unvoiced question by dropping his bikini briefs around his ankles.

  God, but his shaft was huge! Much larger than any dildo Jackie had yet crammed into her pussy. Almost two inches across, for sure, and maybe ten inches long…and still growing.

  "God! I can't take that!" Jackie pleaded, her eyes seeking out Magda for some hint that this was only a threat.

  "I don't know whether you can take it or not, my love," Magda said coldly. "I only know you will take it."

  And she nodded to the brute.

  Then, like the animal he was, he took her swiftly. Without any foreplay to lubricate her passage, he drove his giant cock full into her, causing her to exhale so violently that she almost passed out. Then, abruptly, she began to wish she had. For the pain that stabbed through her belly was worse, by far, than any blow of Magda's whip, and each time he drove the ramrod into her it was like a knife cutting into her belly, tearing it apart.

  She was ruined now, she knew. Torn apart forever. Shredded by this brutal assault of a mad animal called Gonzago.

  She felt him come the first time, exploding searing, hot gism up her raw channel and she screamed.

  But, to her surprise, when he began to breathe raggedly a second time, she found herself pushing her belly up to meet his vicious thrusts and crying,

  "Yes! Yes! Yes!" as he shot his cum violently into her.

  And, when he came again, without once pulling out of what she was sure was her totally ruptured and bleeding vagina, she locked her heels behind his knees and writhed against him, sharing their mutual orgasm with a lusty cry of,

  "Yeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!"

  "Damn! She's a goddam fucking machine! She won't quit!" Gonzago grunted angrily as he rolled off her.

  And Jackie saw to her surprise that his huge, hard cock was not covered with her blood as she had been sure it would be.

  "You quit too soon," Magda chided him. "Where's your pride, man?"

  "All right," the brute muttered, climbing off the frame and standing up. "Roll her over and let me at her ass."

  "Nohhh…" Jackie panted, her belly muscles seizing up with terror again. Somehow her pussy had managed to take that gargantuan weapon. But she knew her anus never could.

  However, in a moment, she was lying upon her face across the padded struts and Theo had removed the stool.

  She heard Gonzago climbing over her and saw his feet upon the floor, straddling her just behind her buttocks.

  "Let's just see if you can take me three times this way," Gonzago bent and whispered in her ear.

  And she felt his fingers pry her ass cheeks apart and the tip of his massive cock just grazing the little puckered entrance there. But that was just for a second before he lunged forward, driving its full length, fiercely into her.

  "Uuunnghhh!" she grunted with the force of his entry.

  And,

  "Oh, my Gawwwhhhhhh!" as the wave of agony rolled through her whole body.

  But, somehow, she withstood that onslaught, even shoving her ass up to meet his cock as he came.

  And the second time it was the same.

  And the third.

  Even the fourth when Gonzago's semi-erect phallus slipped from her cum-slick rectum and he stepped away.

  "Nev…never seen anything…like it," he panted. "She can take it all. Woman's a goddam fuckin' animal."

  "That's what we're hoping," Miss Magda said. "However, she's still got a long way to go."

  "Not with me, she hasn't," Gonzago muttered. "I give up!"

  And Jackie heard him slam the Studio door behind him.

  Thank God that's over, Jackie thought. Now Miss Magda will let me sleep…

  "What time is it?" Magda asked.

  "Two o'clock, Miz."

  "Plenty of time. Call in the Twins from Hell."

  Jackie's heart sank. She had no idea who The Twins from Hell were. But their name didn't bode well for her.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Laeia and Raphaela, the Twins from Hell, were two tall, well-muscled, shapely beauties, blonde and full-lipped. They were even stark naked. The stuff of every man's dreams.

  Except that they were lesbians.

  And vicious bitches into the bargain.

  "You know what your job is, girls," Magda said.

  "Sure," said Laeia, who apparently did all the talking for them both. Raphaela just looked around as if she hated everything she saw. "We fuck her out of her mind."

  "You've got it."

  "Want me to tie her up?" Theo asked.

  "No. No bonds will be necessary," Laeia assured him. "Not with my sister around. Go. Leave us to our simple pleasures. We'll call you when she's foaming at the mouth."

  At that, Raphaela uttered the only sound Jackie heard from her that day…a short, raucous snort of a laugh.

  As Theo and Magda left, Raphaela moved over, untied Jackie from the rack, dragged her to her knees on the floor and undid her various ropes and bonds. Jackie just knelt there, too exhausted from Gonzago's attacks to change position.

  Then Raphaela slipped around behind Jackie and knelt also, pressing her bare breasts against Jackie's back. Her arms went under Jackie's armpits and she clutched Jackie's breasts with her claws of hands and squeezed them hard.

  "Ahhnhnn," Jackie moaned in pain.

  "Move and she'll give you something to really scream about," Laeia warned Jackie. "She'll tear your goddam breasts off."

  Her tone left Jackie no choice, but to believe her.

  Laeia kneeled in front of Jackie now and put her arms around her shoulders, effectively trapping Jackie as the meat in a Twin-Sandwich. Then her mouth covered Jackie's and Jackie found her tongue being attacked fiercely by Laeia's. The invasion of Laeia's tongue was so erotic, in fact, that Jackie felt as if her mouth was being fucked. And that, in turn, turned her mouth into an erogenous zone, a third opening into her sexual being after her pussy and anus. Jackie had never thought of a tongue-kiss being able to cause an orgasm, but this one seemed to be promising to do just that. In fact, within minutes, Jackie found herself trembling on the brink of coming, but she could not bring herself to break the contact with that invading tongue. It swirled around inside her mout
h, seeming to reach deep down into her belly, and Jackie ground her lips against Laeia's while Raphaela urged her on by manipulating her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, causing the little rings to pull hard against Jackie's flesh.

  Slowly but inexorably, that inner tension built and built…

  …spreading from her belly to consume her whole body…

  …until…

  …finally…

  …she came!

  In a horrendous convulsive orgasm that shuddered through all three naked bodies.

  Jackie screamed and Laeia and Raphaela grunted in sexual satisfaction as they all three slumped to the floor.

  Moments later, Laeia raised herself on one elbow and leered down at Jackie.

  "You're a pushover, sweetie," she chuckled. "We'll have you foaming at the mouth within an hour."

  * * *

  It was a good thing Laeia hadn't added "or my name isn't Laeia", Jackie thought with a smile, as she lay on the rack in the Studio, gazed up at the ceiling and listened to Laeia describing their session to Magda.

  "I swear that bitch can take anything! We've tried every dildo we own. Our whole bag of tricks. Somehow she's on to every one of them. That's it, godammit! We're outa here!"

  And she stomped out.

  With her silent sister close behind.

  Jackie waited till they were gone.

  And then she calmly blew a few saliva bubbles from between her lips.

  Magda whirled on Jackie, her face livid with rage.

  "I knew a certain amount of regression was common," she snarled. "But you, bitch, you push it too far. Tie her wrists together, Theo, and hang them over the meat hook. Then crank it up so that her feet are just clear of the floor. In the meantime, I'll oil the strop, so it'll really burn her tender flesh."

  Theo worked fast, yanking Jackie off the rack and stringing her up in seconds.

  That left her to hang, her arms stretched above her head and aching, to contemplate the next few minutes.

  By now, she felt, she should have begun to develop some tolerance to the pain that awful strap administered. Perhaps, this time she could take however many strokes Magda decided were necessary without flinching or crying out. And, at least, she was not hooded this time. That meant she would know where the next blow was coming from and be able to tense her muscles against the coming pain.

  "Ready, bitch?" Magda's voice said from behind her. "For your gross impertinence, I believe twelve strokes, twelve hard strokes, should be enough."

  Twelve?! Jackie grimaced. She had never taken that many at once before. How could she stand that?

  Then she swallowed hard, gritted her teeth and found a new resolve. "Twelve should be about right, I agree," she said, trying to keep her voice relaxed and even.

  And the first blow on the shoulders wasn't too bad.

  She was going to do all right, she thought.

  But the next two, on the shoulder blades and across the upper back were worse and she couldn't stifle a grunt of pain.

  The fourth which came lashing across her calves surprised her— Magda usually concentrated on her buttocks—and she kicked involuntarily.

  "Grab her legs, Theo!" Magda ordered. "Bend her knees so that her toes point to the ceiling. That's it. Good."

  And Magda brought the strop winging viciously down on Jackie's tender soles.

  As if a switch had been turned inside her head, Jackie suddenly became a manic masochist, writhing in Theo's grip and screeching,

  "More! More! Goddam it! Hit me more and more and more! Don't ever stop!"

  "Of course, my dear, it is my pleasure always to cater to your wishes," Magda purred unctuously, moving around in front of Jackie.

  But, where the first six had had the effect of arousing Jackie to a fever of pain-lust, the last six—two across the breasts, one on the belly, one across her legs just above the knee, and two vicious ones across her pubic mound which bit at her labia—reduced the girl to the blubbering, quivering, mindless jelly which Theo finally took down from the meat hook.

  "Call the usual crowd," Magda told him. "Tell them the usual: that we're having a party to train a new pet in the ways of obedience."

  "A…a p…party?" Jackie stammered.

  Magda turned to the sobbing, semi-hysterical girl.

  "Yes, dear. A party that should destroy every last vestige of your self respect," she told her. "Now, Theo, put her to bed and polish the Cage."

  Chapter Fourteen

  Jacqueline Talbot woke from a troubled sleep feeling the weird urge to go somewhere and howl at the moon. So strong was this feeling, in fact, that she soon found herself, dressed in her black jeans and matching tube top and sneakers, stepping out into the empty, three a.m. street. The park down by the lake would be best, she decided. There were no trees by the water's edge and the open sky above the lake should afford an unimpeded view of a July moon that must be approaching full.

  As it turned out, the scene was even better than she had imagined it. A light dew had settled upon the grass and it sparkled in the moonlight and the slight breeze coming off the lake was warm. Across the lake, a low bank of cloud flickered with heat lightning which rippled on the water, joining the moon-track as it walked across the lake towards her.

  Jackie sat down on a nearby bench and removed her sneakers, almost lusting to feel the moistness of the cool grass between her toes. Then, looking around and seeing no one, she decided to remove her tube top as well and let the warm summer breeze caress her braless breasts.

  She dropped the strip of material on top of her shoes and stretched her arms up to the moon, uttering a cry that was somewhere between a yawn and a howl.

  "What was that?" a startled girl's voice whispered in obvious fear from the nearby bushes.

  "What was what, honey?" a young man's voice answered her.

  "A sound l…like a dog howling."

  "It's nothing, honey," the male voice said reassuringly. "There are stray dogs sometimes wander down from the alleys in search of picnic garbage. Relax and enjoy the moon."

  "I can't enjoy the moon with wild dogs about." Jacqueline could almost see the girl pouting.

  "I didn't say 'wild,' I said 'stray.' There's a difference."

  "Yeah? What?"

  "Stray dogs won't harm you, not unless you're garbage. And you aren't garbage. Relax and kiss me."

  Jackie was almost directly behind them now, easing her jeans down off her naked hips.

  "What's that smell?" The girl suddenly froze in his arms.

  "What smell."

  "Like damp fur."

  "Sheesh! Is your imagination running on overdrive!" the boy laughed. "I just mention strays and you have them pouncing on you in the dark! Christ!"

  Jacynthe was over the back of the bench in one leap, her teeth tearing into the boy's throat as the girl sat with an expression of glazed stupefaction frozen on her face.

  Then, tearing the young man's throat away and spitting it on the ground, she turned her fur-covered face toward the terrified girl.

  The girl managed to utter only a single word before Jacynthe tore her throat out, too.

  Then she bent her head and feasted on the girl's ample breasts. Nice of her to have her blouse already open, she thought. Saved time.

  Danger of discovery removed and hunger satiated for the moment, Jacynthe now slipped down from the bench and padded down to the water's edge.

  Here she sat down on her haunches and fulfilled the original purpose of her sortie.

  She threw back her head and howled up to Cousin Moon.

  * * *

  The Cage was about four feet by four feet by six, with a front that swung open when it wasn't locked, as it was now. Just big enough, Jackie found, by bumping into every side, for her to kneel on all fours with maybe a foot or so leeway—top, sides, fore and aft. Moreover, the bars were widely enough spaced that an arm could just pass through them.

  All this had to be discovered by her sense of feel, for she was hooded again,
and naked, but for her ever-present collar and the chain between her nipples.

  From the murmur of voices around her, she could tell that the guests must have almost all arrived for the 'party' at which she was to be the star attraction. It was a presumption that proved to be well founded when, a moment later, Jackie heard Magda's voice.

  "Since the others all know the rules of The Game, I shall explain them to you alone, my sweet. It is called 'Hunters and Hunted' and my guests play the Hunters while you are the prey. They are armed with heated pokers—not quite red-hot, but hot enough, you'll find —and electric cattle prods with just enough juice to stagger but not stun you. And, of course, they have riding crops, cigars and cigarettes with which they will try to burn or hit you. And your aim, of course, is to avoid being hit, or whipped, or prodded, or burned. And also, there is no set time limit. This game will end when I tire of it."

  Jackie heard the guests murmur in anticipation of the 'sport'.

  The odds were certainly stacked against her, Jackie thought. One blind girl against god knows how many pokers, prods, whips and cigarettes. There was no chance she'd come out of this game unscathed.

  Then she heard someone mutter and Magda spoke to her again.

  "Oh, yes, one thing I almost forgot. Some of my guests prefer just to watch and talk through this part of The Game. So we try to keep your noises to a minimum."

  The Cage rattled a bit and Jackie felt Magda's hands stuff a ball-gag in her mouth and tie it tightly behind her head.

  "That should do it," Magda said. "Begin."

  Immediately, Jackie was smacked on the right buttock by what felt like a riding crop and she instinctively dodged the other way, only to run into a hot iron poker.