by S. J. Lewis
“Well?” she demanded.
“Your ass is safe, Barbie,” Stan said. He put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her back down onto her knees. Out of reflex, she opened her mouth. “As for the rest of it…we’ll see. Now, you’re going to pay for that little display.” He slapped her, just hard enough for it to sting, and she felt her blush returning. A moment later, his cock was filling her mouth.
She paid, all right. As she sucked, the one named Mike came up behind her. Intent on what she was doing, she didn’t even know he was there until he brought his belt slashing down across her backside. Her yelp was muffled. Mike hit her again, hard enough to bring tears to her eyes. She started sucking at Stan’s cock desperately, her eyes open and looking up at him pleadingly. He just smiled, and then the belt stung her again.
***
“What do you guys think?” Stan asked. We were sitting around the kitchen table in the lodge. For once nobody was watching our playmates, but we’d left an air horn for one of them to use if there was an emergency. We didn’t think there would be. Both of their pretty round asses were sore, but aside from that they were all right. We’d left them together in Toy’s stall with some food and water so they could comfort and care for each other.
“Damndest thing I ever saw,” Jim shook his head. “She was dead serious about it, too.”
“I know,” Stan nodded. “Man, those blue eyes were fierce! She called our bluff, guys, and then raised us. The question is, do we call?”
“Do we have to decide tonight?” Fred yawned. “I need to sleep on it myself. We had a reason for always bringing new girls with us, except for that one time with that little gymnast. It’s always more fun breakin’ in a new girl.”
“Yeah,” Jim nodded. “But I’m thinkin’ that there’s somethin’ different about that blonde. I’m not one for anal sex, usually. But I’d really like to give it to her now.”
“Mike,” Stan said, “I don’t have to ask you how you feel about it. I saw your eyes light up when you heard what she had to say. But it is getting’ late, and I don’t have my mind made up yet. Let’s sleep on it like Fred suggested. We don’t even have to decide tomorrow. We still have a couple of days left with those two, and then several months before we have to start planning for next year. It might do her some good if we left Barbie stewin’ over what we’re gonna do. We can always have Emma contact her once we’ve decided. In the meantime, we can sleep on what paces we can put Barbie through for the next couple of days. I’d say she earned it.”
We laughed.
Chapter Twelve
The sound of the stall door being violently slammed open roused Barbie out of her fitful sleep. She felt tired and weak and sticky. They hadn’t taken the time to clean her or Toy up after last night. Nonetheless, she untangled herself from Toy and struggled up into her proscribed position, face down, ass up and wrists crossed behind her. Just doing that, and wondering what was to come, could get her wet now. Beside her, Toy did the same thing, with a weary groan. Barbie had wanted to ask her what the rough anal sex had been like, but poor Toy had fallen asleep the moment they had been left alone together in the dark.
***
By now we had them trained pretty well. As we entered the stall we were greeted by the sight of our two playmates side by side, their pussies on display for us. Barbie’s ass still had marks on it from the belt-whipping she’d taken, but there were no welts and her silky skin hadn’t been broken. It takes skill and practice to do that.
Stan and Jim moved to Toy. They used a ziptie to bind her wrists while Fred and Jack did the same to Barbie. Toy groaned when she felt the hard plastic bite into her flesh. Barbie moaned. They were hauled up roughly onto their knees by their hair and made to turn around. Toy yawned, sighed and waited, looking up at us with an air of weary resignation. Barbie was another matter. She seemed wide-awake and expectant. The look in her eyes was, for lack of a better word, steamy. She’d defied us last night, and while what she did had been strictly within the rules she had to know that we’d make her pay for it. Her expression went from sexy to surprised when Jack looped a length of rope around her arms just above her elbows and began to pull it snug. She whimpered as her elbows were drawn closer and closer together, but didn’t struggle. She whimpered again as Jack cinched and knotted the rope tight, leaving only about two inches of clearance between her elbows. She wasn’t looking at anybody in particular right now, but I could have sworn that her eyes were alight with excitement and anticipation. She was already blushing. Her face was pink, and the glow was spreading down to her neck and shoulders. More telling, her nipples were already fully erect. She took a couple of deep breaths. It was interesting to watch. You hear about ‘heaving bosoms’, but you don’t often get to see them. Jack grabbed Barbie by her long, tangled ponytail and yanked her head up and back. That was my cue. I stepped close in front of her and looked down on that wealth of helpless, eager female flesh. The look in her eyes was a little worried now, I told myself. I slapped her face, just hard enough for it to sting a little. Barbie gasped and opened her mouth.
“You’re a defiant bitch, aren’t you?” I asked her.
“Yes, sir,” she answered in a tiny, frightened voice. I slapped her again, on her other cheek. She gasped again and opened her mouth wider.
“We’re gonna teach you not to be that way,” I grinned down at her. I took her chin in one hand while I unzipped my jeans with the other. Her eyes went from my face to my cock as I pulled it out. I was only semi-erect so far.
“Suck it, bitch!” I snapped. “Suck it and swallow!”
Barbie leaned forward slowly, but not slowly enough to earn her more physical punishment. She kept her eyes on the heavy cock in front of her. Last night it had been fucking Toy up her ass. She knew he’d used a condom for that, and he must have at least showered by now, but still…
“Suck it!” he bellowed. Barbie closed her eyes and groped for him with her lips and tongue. She found him, closed her lips around the shaft gently, and began sucking. She couldn’t suppress a shiver as she thought again of where that cock had been. He let go of her chin and she began moving her head slowly back and forth, using her tongue to tickle and tease him. She shivered again and moaned. She was starting to feel like a shameless slut again. Her arms and shoulders hurt from the uncomfortably tight bindings, she was tired and hungry and thirsty and badly in need of a bath since last night, but all that really mattered to her right now was the cock in her mouth and the need to give it pleasure. She felt it swelling and stiffening in her mouth and she moaned again. She felt his hand come down and rest on her head, but he didn’t try to make her take him in deeper. It seemed as if he was going to let her do all the work. Without urging or threats, she leaned further forward until she felt the head of his cock hit the back of her throat. It was easier to suppress her gag reflex now, after all the practice Jim had forced on her while she’d been tied to that tree, but she still gagged a little. She began sucking faster and harder, tilting her head from side to side, keeping her eyes closed. A bit of drool trickled down her chin. She felt a warm drop land on her thigh, then another. She made a slurping noise as she tried to swallow all the excess saliva in her mouth and kept sucking.
She heard the man groan, and picked up her pace, getting tiny gulps of air through her nose when she could. It wasn’t enough. She was starting to feel a little lightheaded, but she was intent on obeying her captors and giving pleasure. Then he groaned again, louder, and his hand slid around to the back of her head. He held her in place as his semen, thick and salty, spurted again and again against the back of her throat. She gulped and swallowed and risked a quick breath around his cock as he emptied himself. She just had to breathe, but somehow it made her cough and gag. Now her saliva and his sticky cum, mixed, dribbled down her chin and splashed on her breasts. He kept his cock in her mouth for an excruciating moment longer and then whipped it out and away. Barbie slumped, coughing and gasping and dribbling all over herself.
; Then another man yanked on her ponytail, bringing her head up. She barely had time to see that his cock was already out and hard before he shoved it into her mouth. It took her a moment to realize what was happening and begin sucking again. She risked a look up at her new attacker. It was the one named Stan. He had an evil grin on his face and a nasty glint in his eye. She whimpered, dropped her gaze, and tried to concentrate on sucking. She was a lot sloppier about it now. She still hadn’t recovered all her breath and he wasn’t giving her much chance to do so. He was also a lot rougher. As her head moved forward to take him in, he would thrust from his hips to drive his cock a little further into her mouth than she was expecting. It made her gag and cough, but he didn’t seem to care. She started to whine, first in complaint and then pleadingly. He didn’t seem to care about that either. When he finally came, the head of his cock was pressed so tightly against the back of her throat that his cum spurted all over: Down her throat, back into her mouth, even a little up into her nose. He kept his cock buried deep in her mouth as she coughed and gagged sloppily. Gobs of drool dribbled onto her breasts and thighs. That was another thing he didn’t seem to care about.
He pulled out when he felt like it, and left her bent over, gasping for air. Then yet another man hauled her upright by her hair and another cock was sliding between her lips, filling her mouth. She closed her eyes. She didn’t want to see who was doing it to her this time. She was certain that all five of them would, now. She sucked desperately, acutely conscious of the fluids cooling and drying on her naked flesh, and prayed that this man would be content with the best blowjob she could manage. Dimly, she heard the sound of a palm striking other flesh. She heard Toy’s instant yelp, and then a deep male voice, low and commanding. She had no time to look and see what had happened. Moving only her head, she slid her lips up and down the meaty shaft, sucking hard and grunting through her nose with each effort.
***
Toy knelt upright, looking straight ahead as she’d been ordered. Right next to her, she heard all the noises Barbie made as she sucked cock. Those noises were beginning to sound desperate now. Three men in quick succession had to be rough, and it looked like all five of them were going to do it to that big-titted blonde. On the one hand, it was good to see her getting her comeuppance for her scene last night, but on the other hand it meant that she herself would have to wait a while before any of the men would be ready to do her again. That rankled her more than she thought it would, but if they were going to keep her naked and collared all the time they ought to throw a little action her way, shouldn’t they?
She heard Barbie squealing loudly and her current attacker groaning even louder and knew that the big-titted blonde was dealing with another hot mouthful of cum.
***
The fourth man gave her no time at all to catch her breath. It seemed like one cock was no sooner out of her mouth than another one was in it, thrusting and stabbing for the back of her throat. Barbie gulped air noisily and moaned before she sealed her lips around the cock and tried to suck. Her jaws were starting to ache and she was feeling more and more lightheaded. If they would only let her set her own pace she could do a better job of cocksucking, she was sure, but that apparently wasn’t going to happen. No, they were doing this to demonstrate their power over her here and now and keep her from getting any ideas about rebelling any further.
He came sooner than Barbie expected, and in a way she hadn’t expected at all. Instead of ramming his cock home and making her swallow, he pulled out of her mouth at the very last instant and came all over her face, shoulders and breasts. Surprised, she shut her eyes and squealed. She would have turned her head as well, but somebody still had a death grip on the base of her ponytail. She didn’t shut her mouth: She was too busy gasping for air. Once again, she tasted cum.
Then the fifth man took the fourth man’s place and her mouth was full of cock again. From the size and thickness of it, she knew it had to be Jim. Weak and dazed, Barbie hoped that he might show her a little mercy as she began to suck him. She knew that he preferred her to Toy, and she knew that he especially preferred her mouth to her pussy. She sucked deeply and desperately, trying to make him come quickly so that all this would be over.
***
When Jim finished with Barbie’s sweet, bruised mouth he slapped her face with his cock twice. He was a big man, with a big, heavy cock, and the slaps made Barbie flinch. Then he stepped away from her, zipping up his pants. Barbie slowly bent over, coughing and gasping and sobbing. She was a complete mess now, and gorgeous. I wished I had a picture of her like that. We let her catch her breath and try to compose herself while Stan saw to our other playmate. Toy had seemed a bit miffed at all the attention we’d paid to Barbie so now it was time to give her a little. Stan knelt behind her and put his arm around her neck. He pulled her back so that she was leaning against him and made her spread her legs by pulling and pushing them apart with his free hand. She looked up at us as we all stood around watching Stan’s magic fingers go to work on her pussy. She jerked and made an odd little noise at the first contact, and jerked again as Stan began massaging all that pink, slippery, sensitive flesh. Then she closed her eyes. We could see her nibbling at her lower lip as she began to moan weakly.
Stan had some secret skill or technique that he never shared with us. That, or he just had magic fingers. In a very short time Toy was moaning and groaning and slowly grinding her hips as Stan did whatever it was he did to her pussy. When he took his hand away, Toy moaned again, but in frustration. He held his fingers under her nose, making her inhale her own special scent. He always said that it could really turn on some girls. Then he made her suck and lick his fingers clean, threatening to leave her hanging if she didn’t. She obeyed him, whining and moaning the whole time. Once Stan was satisfied, his hand went back between her legs. Toy shuddered violently at the first contact and then settled down into her hip-grinding and moaning.
“Do you wanna come?” Stan said directly into her ear. “Do you wanna come?”
“Yes, sir,” she replied in a high, whiny voice. “Please, sir!”
“How bad?” Stan asked her.
“Real bad,” she panted. “Real bad! Please, sir! Please, sir! Please, sir!”
“Are you beggin’ for it?” Stan teased her.
“Yes, sir!” she answered promptly. “I’m begging! I’m begging, sir!” She moaned loudly as he did something new. Her mouth sagged open and her breathing began to come fast and ragged. “Please! Please! Aaaahhhhh!”
He still dragged it out, bringing Toy right to the edge a couple of times, teasing her, torturing her. Toy gasped and panted and howled and begged until she was in tears out of desperate frustration. When Stan finally gave her the orgasm she was begging for her body erupted in a series of twitches and shudders as she shrieked and howled straight up at the timbered roof. Stan kept going. She just gasped for breath at first, and then came the moans again. Her second orgasm wasn’t as strong as her first, but there was still a lot of jerking, gyrating and noisemaking on Toy’s part. Sometimes Stan makes come three or four times. When he does, the girl is out of it for some time. He left Toy with only two, but she must have still been a bit weakly after last night. She just kind of toppled over onto the blanket and laid there. Her breathing was fast and shallow at first. After a while she started breathing more normally. Meanwhile, Barbie was done with all her coughing and sobbing. She was still bent over, her knees far apart and her head almost between them.
“Clean ‘em up now?” Fred asked as he surveyed our two spent playmates.
“No,” Stan shook his head after a moment. “Not right away. Anyway, after all this we’re gonna hafta clean up this stall too. I just don’t feel like doin’ that much work right now. Cut ‘em free and we’ll let ‘em both rest for a bit.
***
After the men had left, Toy began massaging her wrists where those plastic cuffs had bitten in too deep. There were red marks, but they would fade. She kept massaging until all of
the feeling had returned to her fingers.
The big-titted blonde had just stretched out where they had left her. All Toy could see of her was her back and that long mane of hair. She wasn’t sobbing any more. In fact, she wasn’t making any noise at all, and she was so still that only the slow, regular movement of her breathing showed that she was even alive. Toy moved closer and snuggled up close to her. It wasn’t particularly chilly here in the barn, but it was comforting to be close to her cellmate and share their body warmth. The man who had finger-fucked her had said that they would leave them alone to rest for ‘a bit’. Toy yawned and wondered just how long ‘a bit’ would be. She could use a nap. Her ass was still a little sore from last night, but otherwise she was feeling sated and sleepy. She put an arm around Barbie and soon drifted off to sleep.
Barbie felt Toy cuddling up close behind her, but she didn’t move or give any sign that she wasn’t really asleep, even when Toy put an arm around her so that it was just brushing the undersides of her breasts. She’d known that her captors would come up with something nasty in punishment for what she’d done last night, but she hadn’t expected them to do what they did. Her mouth felt sore, her jaws ached a little and she felt even stickier than she had before. She could still taste semen. She was tempted to see if their captors had left any bottled water again, but not tempted enough to actually do anything to find out. She took a deep breath and sighed. She thought she’d felt like a helpless captive before, but now she knew just how much more helpless and captive she could feel. What they’d done to her had felt like a gang rape of her mouth. She shivered deliciously at the memory. They had been brutal and aggressive. There hadn’t been a thing she could do about it, not a thing at all, except try to please them, and swallow. She kind of hoped they’d do it to her again, but not right away. It would have been thoughtful of them if they’d made her come afterwards, like they had to Toy. She hadn’t seen what they’d done to Toy, even though it had been going on right next to her: One of the disadvantages to really long hair was that sometimes it blocked your vision. But there was no mistaking the sounds Toy had been making.
