by S. J. Lewis
***
Barbie felt her captor shudder and an instant later something thick, hot, wet and salty spurted into her mouth again and again. She squirmed and struggled as if she was trying to pull away, but not hard enough to break free of the hand holding her head. He jerked her head a little closer as he came, groaning loudly. The head of his cock hit the back of her throat, making her cough and gag. Now she had to pull away. Mercifully, he let go of her then. She rocked back onto her heels, choking and sputtering and gasping for air. His semen, mixed with her saliva, dribbled down her chin and dripped onto her breasts and thighs. Her chest heaved as she gulped in air. They let her catch her breath, and then one of the other men stepped up close in front of her. He gripped her by her hair hard enough for it to hurt a little and shoved his cock, already hard and erect, into her open mouth. She whimpered in earnest this time. She was so aroused that she was sure that the least touch on her clit now would send her off into an explosive orgasm, but it didn’t seem like she was going to get that touch any time soon.
***
I had to lean up against the low wooden wall of the stall. My legs felt so shaky at first that I wasn’t sure I’d be able to stay upright otherwise. I saw Jack move in for his turn while Fred held on tight to Barbie’s leash. I saw Barbie’s face redden even more as he shoved his cock into her mouth and started fucking it as he held her head still. Barbie whimpered and whined and squirmed at first, but after a moment she was reduced to holding still and grunting weakly with each stroke. Jack wasn’t going in as far in as he usually liked, and Barbie seemed to be just able to handle him. She kept her eyes closed, held still, and let him fuck her sweet mouth. She wasn’t even struggling with the ropes binding her wrists now. I was starting to get turned on again by the sight, so I turned my head to see what was going on over in Toy’s stall.
The walls were too high to see much, but it looked like Stan and Jim had Toy strung up in a standing strappado. I could see Toy’s arms raised up high, still tied at her wrists and elbows. Every so often I would see Toy’s head as she tried to straighten up and relieve the strain on her back and shoulders. Her hair was a tangled mess, and it looked like there was a heavy bit gag in her mouth. She was grunting and snarling around the gag. Jim was standing close behind her. It looked like he was holding her by her hips. His face was a mask of concentration as he fucked her hard from behind. I could see Toy’s body quiver every time he slammed into her. Stan was standing off to one side, arms folded and smiling. He looked very casual about it, but I knew he was keeping a close watch on everything. A standing strappado puts a lot of stress on a girl’s body. Stan would make sure that Toy was made as uncomfortable as possible without letting her actually get hurt. In the overhead light of her stall, Toy looked as if she was beginning to sweat from the strain. The light was picking out highlights on her taut, toned body. It looked like she was still fighting, though there wasn’t much she could actually do. Then I heard her snarls and garbled curses turn into whines and garbled pleading. I saw Stan release the rope that held her in her painful position and slowly and gently lower her arms. She sank slowly onto the floor of her stall as Jim kept pumping away at her from behind, holding on to her so she wouldn’t just fall. They slowly sank out of view as if they were on an elevator. Then I heard Jack groaning loudly and Barbie choking and sputtering and I turned back to what was going on there. Jack was holding Barbie’s head in both hands, making short, jerky thrusts as he came. Barbie’s face went beet-red, but that was for lack of air now. When Jack finally let go of her she coughed up sticky white globs all over herself and then fell over onto her side, gasping for air.
“I think I’ll just fuck ‘er this time around,” Fred muttered to me. “She’s too far gone for any more cocksucking now, and I don’t wanna wait until she’s ready again.”
Barbie lay on her side, curled up and looking miserable, but her face was still flushed and her nipples were still nicely puffy. It looked like Fred was right about her condition.
“Think you’re right,” I nodded. “Want me to hold her leash for you?”
“Nah,” Fred shook his head. “I got ‘er.”He knelt down, still holding Barbie’s chain, and made her get up on her knees and spread her legs for him. She was still huffing and blowing, but she did what he wanted.
“Damn, she’s hot already,” Fred observed as he started to put on a condom. “Look at that,” he nodded. “Her pussy’s drippin’.”
I looked. There was a creamy white fluid oozing out of her pussy. This girl was wound up tight. “Have fun, man,” I grinned at Fred.
“Oh, I will,” he grinned back. He got a grip on Barbie’s round hips and thrust his cock as deeply into her as he could. He was no more than halfway in when Barbie arched her back, raising her ass higher for him, as her body was wracked by shuddering spasms and her huffs and puffs turned into loud, loud moans.
Chapter Seven
Everybody was feeling a little worn out when morning came. We’d taken turns keeping watch over the girls in the barn. We’d untied them, of course, but we left their collars and chains on them. Toy was completely exhausted and acting weak and shaky, so we put her in the same stall as Barbie for the night and told Barbie to take care of her. When it was my turn on watch I saw that the two of them were cuddled together spoon-fashion, with Barbie holding Toy in her arms. I couldn’t see much more than that because they had one of the light blankets pulled up over them. Barbie had pushed most of the straw into one corner of her stall and laid the other blanket over the pile, making kind of a nest for the two of them. The barn wasn’t wired up like the playroom, so we always had to have someone there to keep an eye on them in case there was any trouble or if one of them woke up and wanted a drink of water or had to use the bathroom. Nothing happened on my watch, so it was pretty boring. You can watch two naked women sleeping together for only so long when all they’re doing is sleeping. Barbie didn’t even toss and turn much. Once in a while she’d stir and maybe one of her long legs would slide out from under the blanket until she felt a chill and pulled it back under the blanket again, but that was it. Toy barely moved at all. I wondered how much fight she’d still have in her come morning. After a long, quiet while Stan came to relieve me. I gave him a report. It was short, because nothing had happened, and then I went back to the lodge to get some sleep.
***
When the girls are well behaved, we treat them well. In the morning we brought them in from the barn, still collared and leashed. They both balked a little when we told them that from now on they could only move around in the lodge on their hands and knees, but Barbie was already more than a little eager to play a submissive role and Toy’s memory of last night’s strappado was fresh enough for her not to want to make a fuss. Stan had been sure that she’d wanted to be forced to submit in the first place. Maybe last night had been enough force for her and maybe she’d need a little more forcing further down the line. We’d find out.
Some time ago, one of our playmates told us that we had treated her like an animal. In spite of her choice of words, she hadn’t really been complaining. She was one of the select few who contacted Emma later and offered to go hunting with us again. She’d even lined up a friend to come with her. We never bring a girl out here with us twice. It’s not quite so interesting when they already know what to expect. But Misty—that was the name we’d given her—had been a special case. She was a gymnast, not quite five feet tall and marvelously flexible. For her, and her friend, we made an exception. Her friend turned out to be as tiny and as adventurous as Misty. Since they already knew each other, we’d had Emma deliver them both to the same spot. Once Emma had left we’d made both girls strip naked before starting the long hike to the lodge. Misty was wriggling with anticipation as we tied her hands. Gypsy, her friend, was almost as excited. It seemed a shame to waste all that energy, so we made them both kneel and suck us off before we started the hike. Those two girls just about wore us down to nubs before the time was up.
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sp; It was a bit late for breakfast, so we made brunch: Sausages, eggs, toast and hash browns. To get any food from us, we told Barbie and Toy that they had to nuzzle our legs and ask ‘please, sir’ for a mouthful, and they couldn’t go to the same man twice in a row. They took to it so quickly that I think they ate more of the food than we did. It’s hard to concentrate on eating with two naked girls crawling around begging and flirting for food. There’s something very appealing when they open their mouths wide for a forkful, and each one of us did some fondling along with the feeding. Toy had a habit going under the table and nuzzling our thighs, which made it really hard to concentrate. She was deliberately teasing us. We knew it, and she knew that we knew. What she didn’t know was that other girls had tried that before, and she was putting herself on very thin ice. It didn’t matter if she was truly horny and sincere about her flirting and teasing or if she was trying to show us the power she had arouse us. We let her think she was getting away with it until the brunch had all been eaten and then Stan grabbed the end of Toy’s chain and pulled her over to him. She didn’t fight it, but all of a sudden the sly little smile she’d been wearing up until then was replaced by wide-eyed apprehension.
“Show me that cute little ass of yours, girl,” Stan grinned down at her. “Turn ’round for me and stick it up in the air.” He gave her a little bit of slack on her leash so she could. Toy kind of gulped and obeyed. Stan kept a grip on her leash and gently caressed her ass.
“You got some bruisin’ here, girl,” he said to her. “Does this here still hurt?” he rubbed a little harder on the worst bruised spot and she flinched.
“Yes, sir,” she answered nervously. She kept her eyes fixed on the floor.
“You want more?” Stan asked as he tugged at her chain.
“No, sir!” she answered quickly. Her bruises weren’t so bad. We’d all seen worse. But they probably still smarted, and the pain reminded Toy about what happened to disobedient playmates.
Stan shifted his free hand from her ass to her pussy. Toy shuddered. I could see her biting at her lower lip to keep from crying out. She did make a whimpering noise, though.
“You seem a little excited, girl,” Stan grinned. “Maybe there is somethin’ you would like a little more of, hey?”
“Yes, sir,” Toy replied. She sounded almost relieved.
“Get up on your knees, girl, and put your hands behind you.” Stan ordered.
Toy obeyed almost instantly. She didn’t move when Stan handcuffed her. Then Stan pulled on her leash, making her lean backwards until her ear was very close to Stan’s mouth.
“Still wet?” Stan asked with a wicked smile.
“Yes, sir,” Toy answered. She was starting to understand what she was supposed to do, or at least she thought she did.
“How ‘bout you, Barbie?” Stan turned to her. She was nearby, on her hands and knees, looking concerned for Toy.
“Yes, sir,” Barbie nodded. I didn’t think she’d understood the question at first, until I saw her blush faintly.
“Hey, Jim, check ‘er pussy, would’ja?” Stan called out to Jim. Barbie meekly lowered her head and raised her ass so Jim could check her.
“She’s a bit wet,” Jim said. He wiped his fingers off on the small of Barbie’s back. Barbie stayed as she was, blushing more deeply now. Stan stood up and stretched, smiling down at the girls. Then he tugged on Toy’s leash. “This way, ladies,” he said.
***
Nobody was holding her leash, but Barbie crawled along behind Toy. Her chain dragged noisily after her. They were heading out into the big living room with all its mismatched furniture. She didn’t know what was coming, but she had a feeling of apprehension that draped over her smoldering excitement like a cold, wet blanket. When that sweet little old lady had first approached her with an offer for a special, short-term job that paid very, very well her first reaction had been shock and horror. Emma had smiled and told her to think about it. So, she had thought about it, and after a few days she’d convinced herself that it was something she could endure for a week, especially considering how well it paid. She’d told herself that she was also a tiny bit curious. She had gone beyond enduring it now, way beyond it. The captivity, the rough treatment, being kept naked all the time, never quite knowing what was coming next had her in a constant low simmer of arousal. When they touched her, or fondled her, the low simmer quickly turned into a rolling boil. They had made her do things that she’d never done before, including sleeping cuddled up to another naked woman. She shivered. They would make her do more things, she was certain. They had already pushed her past the limits she’d thought she had. How much further were they going to push her? That thought made her shiver again. She knew that she wouldn’t resist, because she longed to find out if she had any limits left at all.
***
We led Toy into the living room and made her lie on her belly on the old bearskin rug. That thing was going to need some serious dry cleaning after this week, but that wasn’t anything new. Stan got a heavy bit gag from the toy chest and forced it between Toy’s teeth. She stopped resisting after Jim gave her ass a sharp swat, but muttered angrily while Stan buckled the gag tightly in place. Jim stepped on her chain leash to keep her from getting up.
“Grab her ankles and spread her,” Stan said to Fred and Jack. They moved so quickly that Toy had no chance to kick or struggle. She squalled angrily as they spread her legs wide, and started to struggle in earnest. She was a strong girl, but she didn’t really have a chance, and after a while she realized that and settled down. Now it sounded as if she was pleading. I was pretty sure that she was expecting us to use her ass. It was too soon for that, but she didn’t know it.
“Hey, Mike,” Stan grinned at me. “Let’s put our little Barbie doll to work. You know what to do. And you, stay put!” He barked that last order at Barbie, who was on her hands and knees trying to take in everything that was going on. She looked curious, confused and worried, but she made no move to leave or look away. Her long hair, still done up in a ponytail, drooped onto the floor alongside her. It was going to need some serious cleaning too. There were still small bits of straw caught in it. She looked up at me with a question on her face. I just smiled at her and went over to the toy chest. I knew what to do, all right. I opened the drawer that held the vibrators. We had half a dozen of them, different makes and models and all run on batteries. Some were meant to be used just like dildos, but there was one that looked something like a stone club that didn’t. The handle was almost a foot long and the round vibrator part was a bit smaller than a baseball. It vibrated like all hell on three settings: Low, Medium and High. It was also very noisy no matter what setting you were using. I loaded the batteries into the handle and flicked the little switch. Someone had left it set on “High” when it had last been put away and Barbie flinched when the thing started making a loud buzzing noise. I switched it off and came over to hand it to her. She didn’t seem to want to take it.
“Go on, girl,” Stan told her. “Do it.”
She looked up at me and then at Stan and then at Toy’s vulnerable pussy exposed to view. She got up on her knees and took the vibrator from me.
“Ever used one of those things before, girl?” Stan asked. Barbie just held the vibrator in her hands, staring at it as if it was something she’d never even heard of before.
“Not like this one, sir,” she answered, and then she blushed. I was pretty sure that it was really due to embarrassment this time.
“But you know what it does,” Stan persisted.
“Yes, sir,” Barbie nodded. Pinned down on the rug, Toy was struggling to turn her head enough to see what the hell they were talking about. She was also trying to cover her pussy with her cuffed hands. She couldn’t quite turn or reach far enough.
“Yes, sir,” Barbie answered.
“Good,” Stan nodded. “Now switch that thing on and use it on your little roommate there.”
“What?” Barbie looked up at him, mouth open.
“You heard me, girl,” Stan went on sternly. “Use that thing on her pussy and make her come.”
Toy howled angrily when she heard that. Barbie went from bright pink to ashy white in an instant.
“Oh, no, sir, I couldn’t,” She protested, shaking her head. Toy was bucking hard and screaming around her bit gag now. “I couldn’t,” she repeated.
“The hell you can’t,” Stan snapped. “Now switch that sucker on and put it on her pussy!” He yelled. Barbie flinched. She almost dropped the vibrator as she fumbled with it to find the switch and turn it on. There was a sudden loud buzz and she almost dropped it again.
“That’s it,” Stan nodded. “You just turn the knob on the end of the handle to set the speed. You got it on high right now. That how you wanna start out?”
“Sir?” Barbie looked up at him again.
“Never mind,” Stan shook his head. “Get goin’.”
Barbie inched forward on her knees. Stan squatted down next to Toy and pulled her cuffed hands away, up into the small of her back. Barbie looked at him one last time and then gingerly reached out and put the head of the vibrator gently on Toy’s pussy lips. That set Toy off on another round of bucking and yelling. She was a strong girl, but there was no way she could break free or even move much. Stan reached out with his free hand. His fingers closed around Barbie’s. She let him make her press harder.
“That’s it,” he said encouragingly. “It ain’t hurtin’ her, no matter what kinda noises she makes. Now, move it around a little.”
