by S. J. Lewis
“Sonofabitch,” she snapped. “Is this how you get off?”
I slapped her tight round ass hard, and she yelped. “Shut the fuck up and take it,” I snapped back. I pushed deeper into her. She was as tight as I remembered. She shuddered violently, but didn’t say anything. I leaned forward over her to get even deeper, placing my hands carefully to be out of range if she tried to bite. When my cock was in all the way to my balls I bent my head down and bit down on her neck gently. She shuddered again and moaned helplessly. I could feel her pussy contracting around my cock, but I didn’t know if she was doing it on purpose or not. It felt good either way, so I didn’t care.
I started pumping her, hard and fast, still keeping my teeth clamped on her neck. It wasn’t the most comfortable position for either of us, but I wouldn’t have to be in it for long. I was already primed, and it only took a few hard strokes before I felt myself starting to come. Underneath me, Toy lay still except for straining hard against the ropes that bound her. She was grunting and moaning. It didn’t sound like she was particularly enjoying the experience, but I had a feeling that she’d act like she wasn’t no matter what the truth was.
I came hard. It was more intense than any orgasm I’d had in a long while, and I wanted it to go on forever. I had to let go of Toy’s neck for fear that I’d bite hard enough to break the skin. I was sure that my groans could have been heard upstairs in the kitchen. Toy certainly heard them, and she shivered and whined under me as I emptied myself. For a long moment afterwards, I just lay on top of her, trying to catch my breath. I heard Toy whimpering. I could even hear Barbie whimpering in the bed across the room. When I finally had enough strength left to pull out of her, her pussy didn’t seem to want to let me go. She was harder to get out of than it had been to get in, but she was so slippery now that I managed. She wriggled and whined when she felt my cock slide out of her. I knew the signs of frustration when I saw them. Stan had briefed me pretty thoroughly on what to do and how to do it to her. The idea was to wind her up but never give her any release until she started begging for it. We’d done that before with other girls who’d acted just like her, and it always worked. After a while they’d do just about anything we told them to as long as they got their reward. We didn’t know how tough Toy was, or how long she’d hold out, but so far three days was the most it had ever taken, and we had six more days to go here. Sooner or later, Toy would break.
I got off of the bed, still careful to keep from giving her a chance to bite me. I peeled off the condom and dropped it carefully into the wastebasket we used for that. Before I left the room, I patted and stroked Toy’s ass for a bit. She was still whining when I left the room.
Chapter Six
We couldn’t leave the girls tied up as they were all day. Stan was expert at tying women up so as not to interfere too much with their circulation, but even his skill had its limits. After we’d all taken our turns at the playmate of our choice we let them rest for a couple of hours and wonder if they were going to be kept tied up like that forever.
When it was time, we all went down to the playroom in a group. We didn’t expect any trouble from Barbie, but Toy might still have some fight in her. As it turned out, Toy seemed so weak and tired that she gave us no trouble at all. The first thing we did to each girl was buckle a thick, wide dog collar on her. From now on, we’d keep them both collared for most of the time that they were here. We padlocked lengths of heavy chain to each collar and padlocked the other ends of the chain to their bed frames. Once that was done, we untied them. Both girls made loud sounds of relief as they were freed. There were rope marks on their wrists and ankles, and I saw that Toy’s neck still had fading marks from my teeth. I must have been biting her harder than I’d thought. Her ass had faint bruises on it. We didn’t make them get up, but we did show them a button they could push if either of them needed to go to the bathroom. It looked like a doorbell set on the inside of the door to the playroom.
Neither girl asked any questions or said anything at all. Barbie just lay there on her bed, wide-eyed and quiet. Toy stayed on her belly, watching us intently, her gaze shifting to each of us in turn. She gave me a particularly nasty look. She knew I was the one who had flogged her earlier. I smiled warmly at her to let her know that I’d gladly do it again.
***
The rest of the day was pretty quiet. By now, everybody was either tired or sated or both. Still, the knowledge that we had two attractive naked women available down in the playroom kept a little tension in the air. The girls didn’t know it, but there was a hidden surveillance camera in their room. It was more for safety than for playing peeping tom. We might treat our playmates roughly at times, but we always take good care of them whether they realize it or not. One of us would always be awake and on watch just in case something happened. Nothing happened this time, though. Barbie simply curled up on her bed and went to sleep. Toy actually got out of her bed and paced around for a while, testing how far she could move and how secure the padlocks were before she finally settled down and went to sleep herself. Both of them must have been fairly tired by then, and there really wasn’t a lot else they could do down there. One time, we had two hard cases like Toy at the same time, and while we used both of them pretty hard, we also left both of them hanging, so to speak, multiple times. Once we’d collared them and left them alone, though, it didn’t take them long to start giving each other some ‘comfort’. It was an interesting thing to watch, since neither girl seemed to know what she was doing at first. They were both quick learners, though. We let them get away with it, but starting the next year we made sure that the chains were long enough for either girl to reach the doorbell, but just a bit too short to let them get into each other’s beds. Some day we’ll probably have a pair that are willing to do it on the cold, hard floor and we’ll have to make more adjustments. It was getting dark outside when it was my turn to keep watch at the camera feed. I wouldn’t have to be on watch long. Once it was fully dark we’d move our playmates out back to the barn. At first, there wasn’t much to watch. Barbie tossed and turned a lot in her sleep, but Toy hardly moved at all. Then it looked like she woke up, looked around furtively, and started to do something interesting. I could just see Jim sitting in one of the old easy chairs in the main room. He was reading another one of those crime mystery novels he liked. I called out for him to go and get Stan.
***
Susan woke when she heard the sound of a chain rasping against metal. She tensed up, afraid to open her eyes for a moment. Were they going to fuck her again? The thought roused her Barbie persona awake and she realized that she was getting a little wet just from the possibility. The sound came again. Were they going to do something to Toy? Curiosity overcame her. She rolled carefully over onto her other side, moving slowly so that her own chain wouldn’t make any noise.
Toy was kneeling on her bed with her back to the headboard. The chain padlocked to her collar ran down between her perky little breasts and then down and back between her legs. Barbie could see that from there the chain was stretched taut back to where it was locked to the bed frame. Toy’s eyes were closed, and she was slowly grinding her hips against the chain. She didn’t seem to realize that Barbie was watching.
Barbie opened her mouth to ask Toy what she was doing, but the answer was already obvious. Then she thought about asking why Toy was doing it, but somehow the words wouldn’t come. Toy looked completely intent on what she was doing. Her hands were on her hips. Her face was a mask of concentration. She started to make little noises, small grunts and moans and heavy breathing as she worked herself towards orgasm.
Barbie chewed nervously at her plump lower lip. It hadn’t sounded as if either of the men who had fucked Toy earlier had been at it long enough to make her come. Maybe Toy was feeling frustrated. Barbie herself had been fucked three times and had come twice. If anything, she was feeling glutted, not frustrated. Toy kept grinding away at her chain. Furtively, Barbie reached up and felt the heavy links with h
er hand. They were smooth and hard and cold. She wondered how the chain would feel between her own legs and shivered. Then she heard heavy footsteps coming down the stairs. She closed her eyes, feigning sleep, but she couldn’t help opening them just enough to see Toy break off what she was doing and quickly lay down as if she was sleeping too. She had no sooner gotten into an innocent-looking position than the door to the room opened.
***
If it had been up to me, I’d have let Toy get herself off using the chain and watched her do it. Stan had other ideas. He didn’t want her to get any satisfaction at all yet. I don’t know what his reasons were. He didn’t always explain everything, but I’m sure he knew what he was doing. All he said was that we had to break up Toy’s little autoerotic episode and move the girls out back to the barn now. Then he asked Fred if the barn was ready. Fred shrugged and said sure it was. He’d seen to it himself.
Barbie gave us no trouble at all. She didn’t even try to fight it when Jim started tying her hands behind her with the braided nylon rope, just stood there with her head bowed. Toy seemed especially angry with us. She would not go quietly, and she managed to bite Jim while he was holding her down so Stan could tie her hands. She didn’t say much of anything, but she certainly made a lot of noise, at least until Stan had her bound and Jim stood her up so he could knock her back down onto her bed with a backhanded slap. She’d bitten his arm, and while the thick flannel shirt he was wearing had kept her from breaking the skin it had to have hurt like hell. She was a lot quieter after the slap, and put up no fight at all when Jim hauled her back to her feet and held her so Stan could tie her elbows together. She was almost limber enough for them to touch, but not quite. The extra ropes made her stand very straight with her shoulders pulled back, putting her cute little tits on prominent display. Stan tweaked her nipples until she had recovered enough to snarl at him.
“Okay,” he said, smiling down at Toy. “Lets get ‘em moved in. Jim, you lead this one. I ain’t sure she’s learned her lessons yet.”
“Gladly,” Jim rumbled. He took up the slack on her chain, raising it high until she was just about standing on tiptoe. Now she was too intent on keeping upright and breathing to make any more trouble. Stan took Barbie’s chain himself and led the way upstairs. Jim brought up the rear with Toy on her short leash. The rest of us crowded up behind Barbie so we could watch her climb the stairs. It seemed a little juvenile even to me, but that girl was a symphony of female flesh and pheromones when she moved and none of us wanted to miss the show.
Both girls seemed surprised and confused when we led them outside through the back door. It was still a little light out. We usually moved them in the dark, but Stan had been very insistent. Even Barbie resisted a little when she saw the building we were taking them to. We called it ‘the barn’, but it was way too small to be a real barn. It had come with the lodge, and it took us a while to remodel it and put it to any use. It had originally been built to hold up to four horses in small individual stalls, two to a side. There was an open area on the side facing away from the lodge where riding gear had been stored, and a low loft overhead where I guess they’d stored hay and feed for the horses. We’d converted one of the stalls into a tiny powder room and a larger communal shower area. The other three stalls we kept pretty much the way they’d been after we’d cleaned them up. The floors were smooth concrete. For our guests, we’d put down a layer of straw and a couple of blankets each. The best thing about the stalls was that the planking that made up the walls went up only to about chest height. Above that there were round metal bars that went the rest of the way up to the ceiling. The inside was too cramped to allow for swinging doors. Instead, the doors slid open along tracks, and they could be locked shut. The stalls were about six feet wide by eight or nine feet long. They made perfect cages to hold the women that we brought here.
Stan switched on the lights as he entered. A row of them ran along the middle of the building, directly above the passageway that ran from one end of it to the other. They weren’t very bright. The generator could only handle so much. But they were bright enough for us to see where we were going. Barbie was whimpering again as she entered the barn. Toy just put up a fight to keep from going in at all. Jim let her wear herself out a little before hauling her inside.
We took Barbie to the stall we’d set aside for her and led her in. She was acting nervous and scared, looking around constantly without appearing to really see anything. Stan turned her leash over to us and went to help Jim with Toy. He had something special in mind for her.
We made Barbie kneel on the blankets. Fred kept hold of her chain and I hit the switch for the stall light. It was a lot brighter than the ones in the passageway and she blinked when it came on.
“You know what we’re gonna do now?” I asked her. I smiled. She just looked at me, big-eyed, and then at Fred and Jack.
“N-no,” she shook her head. It was clear that she had a pretty good idea, but was hoping that maybe we weren’t actually going to do it. We heard an angry shriek from Toy across the way, and Barbie flinched.
“You got a sweet pussy, girl,” I said to her. “Now we’re gonna find out what that pretty mouth of yours is like.”
“Oh,” she shook her head. “No. Please, no.” It didn’t sound like her heart was in her plea, or maybe she just realized that pleading wouldn’t do her any good. She seemed to shrink back. We cold see her tugging futilely at the ropes binding her wrists. There was another shriek from Toy, and then the pistol crack of a hard slap hitting her taut rump. She yelped and shrieked again before spouting a stream of invective that would have made a sailor blush.
“Yes,” I nodded. I came closer and stood smiling down at her. Her eyes went from my face to my crotch when she heard the sound of my zipper. We hadn’t made any arrangements as to who would go first this time, so I figured whoever took the lead would get it. Fred and Jack didn’t raise any objections. I took my cock out, inches from Barbie’s pert little nose. She stared at it like it was a snake, but didn’t try to back away. She flinched when she heard more screams and swats coming from Toy’s stall.
“Come on,” I said, putting one hand on Barbie’s blonde head and holding my cock out for her with my other hand. “Do it.”
She just knelt there, staring, until we heard repeated smacks coming from Toy’s stall, accompanied by muffled shrieks and yells from Toy. I don’t know if Barbie thought she was going to get the same treatment if she didn’t obey or not. More likely she was getting into her role as the helpless captive of hard, rough men. She leaned forward, opening her mouth to take the head of my cock between her lips.
She had to be familiar with the mechanics of a blowjob, but at first she was so hesitant that I wondered. Then she closed her eyes and took me in deeper. Her mouth felt good on my cock. It was soft and wet and very warm. She started making little back and forth motions with her head. Her cheeks were puckered inwards from her sucking. There’s an old saying to the effect that there’s no such thing as a bad blowjob. I don’t know how true it is. But I can tell you that there’s nothing like getting one from a lovely young woman when she’s naked, bound, collared and kneeling right in front of you. I thought my bout with Toy earlier would have left Barbie with a bit of a job to do to, but the sight of her, so sweetly submissive and anxious to please and the wet little grunts she was starting to make made me feel like I could punch a hole through the wall with my cock just then. I kept my hand on her head but let her go at her own pace and depth. Deep-throat training would come later, once we had her broken in on sucking when we told her to. Then I noticed that she was blushing again.
Barbie concentrated on the warm, heavy cock in her mouth, trying to remember everything she knew about fellatio and trying to forget the two other men standing so close to her, watching her suck and waiting their turn. It wasn’t easy doing this with no hands, but the ropes were tight around her wrists and the collar and chain were heavy around her neck. In her mind’s eye she could picture how
she looked kneeling naked in this cell, trying to please her captors. She felt an unexpected warmth growing, deep in her belly, and then on her face. Was she blushing? Her breasts felt strangely heavy and her nipples felt acutely sensitive. She told herself at first that if they were swelling it had to be from the coolness of the air here in this barn, but as she felt her own arousal growing she had to admit that it was because of that, not because of the air. She would not have believed it possible, but their brutal treatment of her was getting her powerfully excited. She broke off sucking to lick and kiss her captor’s cock for a moment. She told herself that any captive woman might do this to please her captors and so avoid torture and whipping to compel her to obey, but the fact was that she hoped that at least one of them would rather fuck her than make her suck cock. She could still hear the screams and shrieks from Toy and the sounds of impacts that made her scream and shriek, but those noises seemed muffled now, far away. She looked briefly up at the man in front of her before she took his cock back into her mouth. They’d always used condoms before when they were using her, but he wasn’t wearing one now. She remembered what they had told her before about sucking and swallowing. She was sure that he wanted to come in her mouth. She wasn’t so sure that she’d be able to swallow. She never had before. She whimpered, mostly for the benefit of her captors, and concentrated on what was in her mouth.
***
Barbie was good. She was very, very good. When she heard me groan for the first time she made a whimpering noise, shut her eyes tighter, and started sucking faster. She was so deep into her submissive role that she’d take to the training very well. In all the years we’d been taking young women along with us on our hunting trips I’d never seen one submit as quickly or as thoroughly as Barbie had. I had a feeling that she was enjoying this, in spite of the way she was acting. The blushing was a dead giveaway, and so were her nipples. They were swollen now, and stood out prominently from the soft globes of her tits. This had to be one of the best blowjobs I’d ever had. I could feel myself starting to come, and I groaned again, louder. Barbie whimpered again, but she kept to her work. I pressed down on her head with my hand to keep her from pulling away at the last moment. That last moment came a little quicker than I’d been expecting, and there was no time to warn her even if I’d wanted to.
