Krissy

by S. J. Lewis

  Finally the man holding her broke the kiss and pulled her head away from him. It was the first chance Krissy had to get a good look at his face. He was Oriental, with cruel slanted eyes and a lean, scarred face that immediately made her think of a hardened criminal. He was smiling at her as she panted and gasped for breath, hoping he would take it as signs of her arousal, though she was feeling nothing but revulsion. The respite lasted for only a moment before he pulled her close again for another kiss. Krissy squirmed a little and whimpered a lot, since he seemed to like it when she did that. She let him move her however he wanted, touch her wherever he wanted. Eventually, she felt her body beginning to respond to his rough technique, but it was purely a biological response. She certainly wasn’t enjoying any part of it. He thrust a finger up inside of her pussy and found that she was growing wet. He held the finger aloft and cried out triumphantly. The other men laughed and Krissy felt her cheeks burning with shame. She knew that she couldn’t help it if her body responded when they pushed the right buttons. They had to know it as well, but they were still celebrating their apparent triumph. The man holding her pulled her head back again and put his mouth to her nipple. His tongue rubbed against it, vigorously and wetly as he sucked hard on it. Krissy couldn’t help groaning. Her nipples were still sore and sensitive, and none of what the man was doing was at all pleasurable to her abused flesh. But he kept at it, prompting more groans from Krissy that he probably mistook for moans of pleasure. He switched to her other nipple only after he’d apparently concluded that the one he was working on was as puffy and swollen as it was going to get. More rubbing, more sucking and more groans from Krissy ensued, and then he bit down, not quite hard enough to break the skin. Krissy had been keeping her eyes shut so that she wouldn’t have to see the looks in the men’s eyes as she was manhandled. Now they flew open as she shrieked at the sudden sharp pain. She didn’t struggle, for fear of making it worse, and when she looked down she saw those cruel eyes looking back up at her, full of evil amusement. For a moment it was as if he knew exactly what she was feeling: Not just the pain, but the shame and humiliation as well, and the fear, and the loathing. She closed her eyes and let her head loll back. She felt him kissing her neck, her shoulders, her earlobes, felt his hands roaming freely all over her naked flesh. The bite had put a stop to her body’s growing responses, but now she could feel them starting to bubble back to the surface. She couldn’t help it, and the feeling was far more unpleasant than erotic. Soon she was struggling. She couldn’t help that either, though she had enough sense not to put all of her strength into that struggling. That only seemed to encourage the man. His handling of her became rougher, and he interspersed his kisses with the occasional bite. Soon Krissy was almost sobbing in frustration, and the carnal assault went on and on until she was near exhaustion.

  Then, abruptly, it was over. The man unceremoniously rolled her off of his lap and stood up, saying something to his companions. Krissy lay on her side on the mat, panting and gasping, angry tears welling up in her eyes. She tugged futilely at the handcuffs. While she was happy that her torment was over for the moment, she was still clear-headed enough to wonder what was coming next and dread finding out.

  She didn’t have long to wait. The other man made her sit up and then sat down close behind her, one arm wrapped around her waist. The next thing she knew he had hooked her legs with his feet just above her knees and spread them wide. Then his hand darted between her legs. Krissy jerked and yelped, and he clamped his other hand over her mouth as his fingers began sliding in and out of her pussy, a little too hard and a little too fast. It hurt! Krissy yelped again and tried to squirm out of his grip. He responded by pinching her nose shut with his thumb and forefinger while keeping her mouth covered. And he went on fingering her, groping for her clit. Krissy bucked and struggled, but he was too strong and all she did was run out of air more quickly. Her vision blurred and grew darker. She stopped fighting him simply because she couldn’t any more. He kept her air cut off for a moment longer and then shifted his hand to her neck. Krissy gasped noisily, trying to fill her lungs. His fingers were still working away at her pussy, finding sensitive spots that made her shudder, brushing against her clit, forcing her into arousal. She endured it, then slowly realized that he intended to make her come, right here, right in front of everybody. Desperately, she tried to pull her legs together, pushing back against him and arching her back in an effort to break free of him. He laughed and cut off her air again. Krissy wailed, the sound muffled by his hand. She thought about biting him for a moment, shuddered inwardly about what might happen if she actually did that, and finally quit fighting when she had no more air left. Once again, he held her mouth and nose past the point where she was sure she would pass out and then let her breathe again. She choked and gasped. His fingers never stopped teasing her clit and she knew that he would indeed make her come, and soon. She sagged in his grip. She began sobbing once she had enough breath for it, tears running down her cheeks. This humiliation was worse than anything she’d been put through at the hands of the bikers. They hadn’t cared if she came or not, only if they did while they were using her.

  She had plenty of warning that it was on the way, but when her orgasm hit she shrieked. It was too intense and too forced to be at all pleasurable, and the man tormenting her seemed to know how to drag it out intolerably. Finally, it stopped, leaving her weak and trembling, her mouth sagging open, her eyes glazed. She was aware that the man was still fingering her pussy, slowly and more gently, but it felt like it was happening to somebody else. Still, it was enough to make her twitch and moan occasionally. Then he let go of her and moved away. Krissy slumped over onto the pad. She felt shamed that they had forced her body to respond to them. On some level, it had been worse than rape.

  “Now, bitch,” she heard Gabriel say from somewhere very high up and very far away, “It seems that you can and will respond to a man, if he is skillful. I think this has been a lesson to you as well as to us. I must tell you, your performance was quite impressive. I think I would like to see it again.”

  Krissy stirred on the mat. “No, please, Master,” she managed to moan weakly. “No, please. Not again.” The muscles in her legs ached from her fruitless struggling, her ribs hurt from fighting for air, her pussy felt swollen and sore, and the handcuffs were digging into her wrists, bruising them. If she wasn’t careful, they also dug into her back.

  “No?” Gabriel sounded amused. “Are you begging me, bitch? Are you begging for mercy?”

  Krissy grabbed desperately at the faint chance. “Yes, Master,” she replied. “Please, no more, I beg you.”

  “Hm.” Gabriel nudged her with his foot. “What will you do to earn that mercy, bitch? Answer me.”

  “Anything!” Krissy gasped. Alarm bells went off somewhere in a remote part of her mind at the words. She ignored them. “Anything, Master!” she pleaded.

  Gabriel didn’t say anything. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and hauled her painfully up onto her knees. “Now, bitch,” he said mildly as he slapped her face just hard enough for it to sting. “Keep your promise and perhaps I will show you the mercy you crave.” Still gripping her by her hair, he said something to the other men. One of them came and stood in front of Krissy, grinning nastily. He began unfastening his pants. Krissy closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and moaned in despair. She waited for the man to shove his cock into her mouth.

  “No, bitch, it will not be that easy,” Gabriel warned. “You do not get to simply kneel there and be used. You must learn how to give men pleasure with your pretty little mouth, and your lessons will begin now. He will not move. You must do all the work. I am sure that that will be strange and unfamiliar to you, but you will learn. Now,” he gave her head a rough shake and let go of her hair. “Get to work, bitch.”

  Krissy opened her eyes. She looked at his cock, already half-erect, just a bit too far away for her to reach. She shuffled forward on her knees, loathing every inch of her progress. She leaned f
orward and took the head of his cock into her mouth, her stomach churning, her cuffed hands clenched into tight fists. She edged a little closer and took his cock in deeper. She began to suck, slowly, hesitantly.

  “Make some noise when you suck a man’s cock, bitch,” Gabriel ordered. “Moan a little, as if you’re enjoying every moment of it, as if you love the taste of a man.”

  Krissy moaned. There was no enjoyment in the sound, but Gabriel did not complain.

  Chapter Twelve

  In a way, Krissy wished that they had stuck her in an old jail cell. The little room they kept her in was just comfortable enough to make the misery of her circumstances so much worse. If she was kept in a bare cell, she would know beyond doubt, every minute of every day, that she was a captive animal, kept to be trained and used. Instead, she had a comfortable bed, her own tiny bathroom, and absolutely nothing to do whenever she wasn’t undergoing training, or visiting the doctor.

  They did take good care of her. She saw the doctor regularly, though she didn’t like it. She was an older woman with an evil glint in her eyes behind those thick glasses she wore, and long-fingered hands that were never, ever warm. The pelvic exams that she submitted Krissy to were invasive and thoroughly unpleasant, especially since there were always at least two men nearby, watching the procedure. Even worse, the doctor had declared Krissy finally fit for ‘full use’ just that morning. Krissy guessed that it was morning, anyway. She’d been hauled off to the doctor’s shortly after she’d woken up from sleep, examined thoroughly at both ends and everywhere else, and then made to walk back to her cell by the same two men who had watched her get examined. At least they had given her a good breakfast. Unlike the dog-food-textured tasteless stuff she usually got, it had been actual scrambled eggs, with what tasted like bland white cheese mixed in. They never gave her a fork or a spoon to eat with, but for once they hadn’t insisted that she eat directly out of the bowl like a dog. She’d used her hands, licking her fingers and even the bowl in order to get every last delicious bit. It was an uncommon kindness from them, and she wondered what she would have to do to pay for it.

  Lying on her bed, she examined all the parts of her body that she could see. The welts and bruises were all gone now, though her round little ass still had twinges now and then.

  ‘Full use’. She shuddered as she recalled the doctor’s words. They had been using her pretty regularly up to now as it was, except that it was always oral sex. Sometimes it was just one man, sometimes two or three in a row, and always with someone watching and telling her what to do, or how hard to do it. She hated it all. She loathed it all. And she submitted to it all for fear of what might happen if she refused, which made her loathe herself for being so weak.

  She heard the outer door of her cell start to open and immediately scrambled down off of her bed and onto the pad, assuming the pose she had been ordered to assume. On her knees and elbows, her back arched, her legs spread, her ass and pussy the first thing visible to anyone entering. She heard men laughing nastily as they entered her cell. She steeled herself for whatever would come next and surreptitiously peered back between her legs. She saw four pairs of men’s shoes, and the hands and knees of another woman as she crawled up towards Krissy.

  This was something new, and Krissy was sure that she wouldn’t like it. She stayed in place until the crawling woman disappeared from her view somewhere up in front of her.

  “Head up, bitch,” Krissy heard Gabriel order. Warily, Krissy raised her head and found herself almost nose to nose with Wendy. Wendy wasn’t wearing the chains that she always did when she was the bath attendant here. In fact, she wasn’t wearing anything at all except for a thin leather collar around her slender neck. There was a light chain leash attached to the collar. Wendy looked apprehensive.

  “Keep still, bitch,” Gabriel said. Krissy obeyed as he squatted down next to her and buckled a matching collar around her neck. This was just looking worse and worse from Krissy’s point of view. She waited for Gabriel to put a leash on her collar, but he didn’t. Instead, he removed the one on Wendy’s. Then he straightened up and walked out of Krissy’s cell, followed by the other men. Krissy heard the inner barred door shut, then the solid wooden outer one.

  “What is this?” she asked Wendy in a whisper. Wendy hesitated, looked away, swallowed, looked back.

  “It’s…” she began. “I’m a present for you. Look on my back.”

  Krissy raised her head and looked. A pair of heavy handcuffs rested on Wendy’s back.

  “I don’t understand,” Krissy looked back at Wendy.

  “You have to use those,” Wendy said and looked away. “They go either on me or on you. If you don’t choose soon, they’ll just come back in here and take me away.”

  “How will they know?”

  “All the cells have hidden cameras in them,” Wendy replied without looking at Krissy. “So do the baths. They saw how you looked at me when I couldn’t see, and they showed me some of the videos.”

  “Are you…” Krissy began.

  “No,” Wendy answered. “I like…I used to like men. But I’m a slave, so it doesn’t matter what I like or want. So are you, you know.”

  “I know,” Krissy let her head droop.

  “You don’t want me?” Wendy sounded suddenly worried. Krissy wondered if they would punish the girl if she rejected her. She did want Wendy, and it had been such a long time since she’d felt another woman’s body, soft and warm, against hers. Anyway, Wendy had said it: They were both slaves, and Krissy was learning that a slave took her pleasure where and when she could. Krissy raised her head again and looked at Wendy, with her short-cut hair and her big blue eyes. The longer she looked at the girl the more worried those big blue eyes appeared.

  Krissy didn’t know what came over her. Part of it, she told herself later, was sheer desire to hold another woman in her arms, at least for a while. Part of it was all the pent-up anger that had been slowly and inexorably building in her since all this had started. And part of it, she finally reluctantly admitted to herself, was wanting to be on top for a change, wanting to be the user instead of the used. She grabbed Wendy by the back of her neck and slammed her face-down onto the pad. Wendy let out a surprised grunt when she hit, but she didn’t even put up a token struggle as Krissy straddled her, pulled her arms roughly behind her, and snapped the handcuffs around the girl’s slender wrists. All she did was whimper faintly. Krissy remained on top as she struggled to catch her breath. For all the women and girls she had slept with, she’d never quite been able to get as rough as she wanted with any of them. Now she had the perfect opportunity to do whatever the hell she wanted, however the hell she wanted. So what if this was all being recorded? Fuck them! Let them watch, let them get their rocks off from watching if they wanted. She would never have a chance like this again, ever.

  She rolled Wendy onto her back and straddled her again, her hands seeking out the girl’s nipples. They were deep pink and apparently very sensitive. She pinched them and watched as Wendy closed her eyes and turned her head away, biting at her lower lip to keep from making any noise. Krissy pinched harder, twisting them a little, and was rewarded by a yelp of pain from Wendy.

  “You want me to stop?” she asked, leaning down over Wendy.

  “Yes,” Wendy replied, her voice strained. “Yes, please!”

  “Then you’ll do whatever I want,” Krissy said. It wasn’t a question.

  “Yes!” Wendy wailed. Krissy let go of the girl’s nipples and stood up. “Get on the bed,” she ordered. Wendy awkwardly got to her knees and shuffled on them over to the bed. Only then did she dare to stand up, and then only enough for her to get onto the bed. Krissy climbed in after her. Wendy stiffened up when Krissy took her in her arms.

  “Do what I say and I won’t hurt you,” Krissy said to her. “Now, kiss me.”

  Wendy clearly didn’t trust Krissy’s word. While she did what she was told, she was stiff and trembling the whole time. She didn’t seem to like it wh
en Krissy rubbed her body against her, but Krissy had had enough of enduring things she didn’t like at the hands and cocks of men to care anymore. She kept kissing the girl, lightly, quick little pecks until Wendy loosened up a little, all the while holding the girl close in her arms.

  “You have a beautiful body,” Krissy murmured to her at last. “Really beautiful. When was the last time somebody made you feel good?”

  “Please,” Wendy said in a tiny, trembling voice. “Please don’t.”

  Krissy snickered. “’Please’ is a word that doesn’t work here,” she said, just before she took Wendy’s nipple into her mouth. Wendy yelped and stiffened as if she expected to be bitten, but all Krissy did was suck gently and brush her tongue back and forth across the tender little nubbin of flesh. She didn’t yelp or stiffen when Krissy switched to her other nipple.

  “Doesn’t that feel good?” Krissy asked. Wendy had her eyes closed and she was breathing through her half-open mouth. “Yes,” she answered.

  “Only another woman really knows how to give a woman pleasure,” Krissy whispered to the girl. “Now, open your legs for me.”

  “Please,” Wendy whined plaintively. “They’re watching.”

  “Fuck them,” Krissy hissed. “Now do what I told you.”

  “No,” Wendy shook her head, keeping her eyes closed.

  Angered, Krissy put Wendy face-down on the bed and straddled her, her knees clamped around the girl’s waist, her feet to either side of the girl’s head. She gave Wendy’s sweet little ass a hard, open-handed smack. Wendy jerked and yelped. She jerked and yelped again when Krissy gave the other taut, round cheek an even harder smack.

  Krissy lost it. She kept on spanking Wendy, harder and harder, loving how the impacts made her palms sting as Wendy’s gorgeous ass turned pink, then red, loving how the girl jerked or twitched with each blow, loved the sound of Wendy’s sobs and cries, and finally her tearful pleas for mercy.