Enslaved landlady

CHAPTER THREE

Arnie dragged Sandy from the bathroom by the cuffs that bit into her slender wrists. Sandy came awake as he pulled her through the hall to the living room, and then she saw something that made her scream in horror.

"What's the matter, Sandy, don't you like your new bedroom?" Bridget asked, trying to sound sad but giggling as she asked the question. "We made it especially for you."

Sandy's new bedroom was a tiny cage. It was no more than a foot high and three feet across. Sandy couldn't imagine anyway she could fit inside it, but there was no doubt that it was the destination Arnie was dragging her to. The most horrible thing about it was the chain that led from it up to a pulley in the ceiling. The cage could be pulled off the floor. They were going to stuff her into that tiny cage and hoist her off the ground like a caged bird. "No!" Sandy murmured as Arnie dragged her toward the cage. "Please, no! I'll do anything you want! You can fuck me anyway you want to! Please don't put me in there!"

"Fucking bitch!" Arnie growled, stopping to kick Sandy hard in her silky ass. "Taking a free ride, bitch? If you're awake you ought to be on your hands and knees, crawling like the slut you are!"

Bridget, Chuck and Rocky gathered around Sandy, kicking her lean, lithe body and spitting on her face and tits.

Slowly, painfully, the sexy blonde rolled over onto her hands and knees. It took every ounce of her strength just to lift herself from the ground, and pain lanced up like burning needles through her ass and pussy. "Now crawl, Sandy-slave!" Bridget hissed, kicking Sandy brutally in the pit of her flat little stomach. "Drag your lazy, worthless ass into that cage!" Sandy had to turn her shoulders to wedge them through the cage's tiny door. Fiery agony coursed up from her pussy and asshole with every push of her legs against the plush living room carpet. Sandy's head hit the far side of the cage before her ass had entered the tiny door, and the sensuous blonde collapsed in a heap, her long, lean legs sliding out from under her and her head dropping to her arms.

"Bitch!" Bridget screamed, driving her foot savagely into the swollen, pouting pocket of Sandy's pussy. "Lazy, worthless whore! Shag that ass, bitch! It's time to crawl into your new home, you skinny little whore!" The others gathered around Sandy's ass, lashing her ass and pussy and thighs with brutal kicks. Every jolting impact sent new waves of pain shooting through Sandy's sleek, tawny body. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, she began to inch her way forward into the cage.

Stuffing herself into the tiny cage was the hardest thing Sandy had ever had to do. Every muscle in her body screamed with fatigue as she twisted and turned her way into the tiny steel box.

She had to fold her knees to her ears to get into the tiny cage, and spread her legs out wide to either side of her body. She had to press her face against the floor of the cage and press her ass against its top to fit herself inside. "I'll be damned," Rocky said as he shut the tiny door and snapped its huge lock shut. "I never thought she was going to be able to get in there. That's an awful lot of bitch for such a tiny fucking cage."

"I told you," Bridget said, smirking at Sandy as the caged blonde moaned in agony. "All the skinny little cunt ever did was shake her ass through her ballet and her yoga shit. A few days in this cage will tell us just how fucking limber she really is."

Sandy moaned in despair at the idea of spending days in the tiny metal cage. Her shoulders and neck were already starting to ache horribly from the way they were smashed against the bottom of the box, and her impossibly wide-spread legs were already tingling from lack of circulation. Her silky thighs were crowded so closely against the sides of her head that she could barely draw a breath. Then something worse happened. Arnie and Rocky started to lift her into the air.

Sandy screamed as the cage lifted into the air. The swinging of the tiny metal box made the strain on her svelte body even worse. Arnie and Rocky lifted the cage to their waist level, and when they walked back toward her, their rock-hard cocks in hand, Sandy uttered a tiny, broken moan of despair. She was certain that she knew what was going to come next.

"Here's the cart," Bridget said proudly, wheeling Sandy's dinner cart from the kitchen. "You guys can do whatever you want with her, but I get first dibs on the vibrators. I'm going to make the silly whore cum." Sandy looked at the cart with a sick, tired fascination as Bridget picked up two silver torpedoes of shining metal. A hopeless moan escaped her lips when she saw what was arranged on the three shelves of the cart. There were tongs and pins, long staffs of iron and vicious-looking clamps. There were dildos of every size, some spiked, others sporting straps and rubber balls. There were coiled whips and ping pong paddles, canes and riding crops. There were metal rings and candles and dozens of other devices. On the bottom shelf there was a small generator.

Bridget clicked the vibrators on.

"Like it, don't you, Sandy-slut?" Bridget laughed happily as she touched one vibrator to the shuddering, silky skin of Sandy's ass and slid the other along the cum-stained smoothness of her inner thighs. "You bet you do, you skinny tramp! I'm going to make you so crazy with these little babies that you won't know what the fuck to do!"

The vibrators made Sandy's firm, bronzed skin shake, heated her flesh until it felt like she was burning. They tickled and massaged away the itch at the same time.

Sandy tried with every ounce of her will power to keep from responding to the seductive touch of the vibrators, but as Bridget brushed them over her firm ass and long, lean thighs, she began to squirm with pleasure. "That's it, slut!" Rocky growled. He scowled and pulled a cigarette from his pocket. "You're just a dirty little whore, aren't you?" Sandy stared with wide-eyed tenor as Rocky lit the cigarette. Chuck picked a handful of pins up off the dinner cart, and a tiny mewl of horror escaped the trapped beauty. Still she couldn't still the slow, sensual squirming of her sleek body against the enticing massage of Bridget's vibrators. She knew that Rocky and Chuck were going to hurt her terribly, but she was feeling things now that she had never felt before.

"Suck my cock," Arnie said, picking up two strong metal clamps from the table and stepping in front of Sandy's face. The huge head of his cock would just fit between the bars of her cage. "Give me a good blow-job, landlady." Sandy stared up at the huge man with hate and desperation. Horrible pain tore through her body, both from the savage rapes of her pussy and cunt and from the horribly unnatural position the cage forced her into. Her face was crushed against the bars, an easy target for Arnie's massive cock. She clamped her lips tightly shut and stared at him defiantly.

"Stupid bitch," Rocky said, and dragged the lit tip of his cigarette over the slender biceps of Sandy's right arm.

"Noooooo!" Sandy howled as fire burned her flesh. She writhed wildly inside the cage, swinging it from side to side. "Bastards! Bastards! Bastards!" Rocky moved the cigarette at a speed just fast enough to keep from scarring the sultry blonde beauty, just slow enough to turn her bronzed skin a dark shade of red.

He ran the cigarette all over her arm, wiggling it into the sensitive fold of her elbow and then dragging it straight up her tender inner arm. When Rocky touched the burning cigarette tip to her armpit, Sandy moaned with pain.

"That's it," Bridget said sarcastically, moving the vibrators all over Sandy's ass and upper thighs. "Shake that pretty little ass. See, Sandy-cunt, you thought you were all tired out. Silly bitch, you haven't even gotten started yet."

Rocky pulled the cigarette back to take a puff on it. The ember was flaring bright red when he slid it over the tender flesh behind Sandy's right knee. The sexy slave screamed in agony. Sandy opened her mouth wide for the advance of Arnie's monstrous cock.

"Flap out your scummy little tongue," Arnie said, and when Sandy did, he snapped a metal clamp shut on it.

Pain exploded through Sandy's head, pain more intense than any she had ever felt. She tried to jerk her tongue back between her lips. The clamp was too big to fit inside her mouth. Her tongue felt crushed beyond repair. She jerked her head from side to side, trying desperately to dislodge the horrible metal clamp. Arnie and the others laughed at her pitiful display, and Chuck stepped in with the pins.

Sandy screamed around the clamp as Chuck pushed his first pin into the firm, tanned flesh of her left thigh. She thrashed helplessly inside her cage as he worked the pin around, sending waves of paralyzing pain through her svelte, sexy body.

On the other side, Rocky pushed the tip of his cigarette against the side of Sandy's right tit, and she jerked so hard that the cage bounced at the end of its chain.

Sandy surged wildly from one side of the cage to the other, unable to move more than a few inches inside the tiny metal box. Her mind exploded with fear and desperation as she realized how completely helpless she was. Every inch of her silky, sexy body was vulnerable to their torture, and she was pinned so tightly inside the tiny cage that she couldn't move to protect herself. Arnie unsnapped the clamp from her tongue. Sandy tried to pull her tongue back inside her mouth, but it didn't seem to want to move. It was as though Arnie had sprained her tongue with the clamp. Then Arnie was rubbing the leaking, nasty head of his cock all over her tongue, smearing it with greasy fuck-lube. As Sandy slowly, painfully, pulled her tongue back inside her mouth, Arnie followed it with his cock.

At the angle she was forced into by her position in the cage, Sandy's open mouth was on a straight line with her throat. Arnie pushed his huge cock straight down her gullet, stretching her lips until they cracked and bled, wedging her jaws apart until they felt as though they'd never fit together properly again. When his cock-head plugged her throat, Sandy struggled desperately, unable to breathe at all. Arnie didn't care. He scoured her constrictive throat with his mammoth cock, plugging the tight channel so completely that Sandy thought he might not be able to pull it back out.

Arnie moaned in pleasure at the tight clasp of Sandy's throat. She gagged uncontrollably as he fed her his whole foot of cock, and the frantic squeezing of her throat around his monster prick turned him on even more. With a grin, he reached through the bars of the cage and snapped one of the clamps shut on Sandy's pretty cheek.

Sandy was lost in a world of hellish agony. Rocky and Chuck circled her supine, sexy body, burning her and stabbing her at will. Chuck stabbed a pin into the long, brown bud of her left nipple, and Sandy's back arched with anguish. Rocky touched his cigarette high on her inner thighs, right next to where Bridget was teasing pleasure from Sandy with her vibrators. The pain was so intense that Sandy wanted to die.

Arnie's balls settled heavily over Sandy's chin and his black crotch hair pressed into her nose and forehead. His cock plugged her throat so completely that she couldn't breathe, and her trapped, sultry body squirmed with desperation as she slowly suffocated. Arnie worked on her beautiful face with his clamps, sending sharp bolts of pain through her head. But there was something else too, something that was threatening to drive Sandy mad. She was feeling pleasure.

Her three masters were visiting a dozen different varieties of pain on her helpless, sexy body. But she was feeling pleasure too, pleasure that was being forced on her unwilling body by the vibrators Bridget was moving over her ass and thighs.

Sandy's lower body tingled with warmth and excitement, and she couldn't stop her cunt from twitching, her ass from swinging from side to side inside the narrow confines of the cage. Bridget played the vibrators over Sandy's body, teasing the trapped beauty by moving them all around her pussy and asshole without ever touching them to the quivering fuck-holes.

"Going to stick you like a pin cushion, you sexy whore!" Chuck whispered, pushing one pin after another into the pointy cushions of Sandy's tits. "After I'm finished, we'll play connect-the-dots all over your slutty little body!" Sandy burned with shame at Chuck's words and squirmed with pain with each new pin he stuck into her ravaged tits. Her perky nipples looked like the centers of a dart board, speared with a dozen pins each, and the firm, pointy mounds which surrounded them were sprinkled with dozens more steel bars. But the pain the pins caused was nothing compared to what she felt the first time Rocky dragged his cigarette over the pink lips of her pussy. "That got the lazy whore going!" Bridget giggled like a schoolgirl as Sandy whipped her ass from side to side in a frenzied attempt to escape the brush of Rocky's lit cigarette over her tender pussy-lips. "Are you shaking your ass for a fuck, tiny tits? Here, you skinny slut, fuck on this!" Sandy screamed around the throat-clogging girth of Arnie's cock as Bridget fucked a vibrator up inside her devastated pussy. Pussy-juice filled her cunt. Waves of burning, pain-filled pleasure coursed through her trapped body, making her squirm and twist with passion.

Arnie moaned as Sandy's throat vibrated around his big cock. He bucked his ass, trying to drive his cock even farther down her throat. He pulled at her lust pink lips with the clamps until they stretched inches from her teeth. Then he pulled at her cheeks until her face face was pulled grotesquely out of shape. He had never felt any pleasure to equal that of Sandy's tiny throat struggling hopelessly around his massive slab of cock. He felt like he was going to cum any second.

Sandy felt the exact same way, and it terrified and revolted her. Never in her life had she orgasmed, but she could feel her cunt twitching, her clit wriggling under the electrical stimulation of the vibrator. Sandy burned with humiliation at the idea that she could be manipulated to a climax against her will. And Sandy was terrified because of what the orgasm might mean. Could it be that she really was some kind of slut, a pain-loving whore who got off on being treated like an animal? The idea made the luscious blonde wish she were dead. Arnie looked down on the trapped beauty, smiling at what they had done to her. Sandy was almost unconscious from lack of oxygen, and in her newly blacked out state, her will power was disappearing. She was about to cum, cum while she was being smothered to death by a huge prick, while being turned into a human pin cushion, while being burned with a lit cigarette in a cage that folded her body almost double.

The sexy blonde landlady was a strong-willed bitch, but Arnie was confident now that she was going to break. After all, they had all the time in the world to fuck her over, and there was nothing she could do to stop them. The thought of how utterly helpless Sandy was sent a wave of excitement coursing through Arnie, and his jism boiled up through his balls. He snapped his clamps shut on the corners of Sandy's lips and pulled her mouth wide open as he shot his spunk down her throat.

Sandy's spit and his pre-cum drooled down over her face, and a moment later it was joined by clotted waves of jism. Arnie pulled his cock out of Sandy's throat and let her have it in her face.

Sandy smiled in pitiful gratitude as air filled her lungs once more. She choked on Arnie's gooey jism, but even choking on a load of cum was better than being cock-smothered.

Arnie slapped and rubbed his spurting prick all over Sandy's beautiful face, bathing her perfect features in slimy jism, but the cruelly trapped blonde didn't try to pull away. She would have done anything for Arnie in gratitude for him letting her breathe again. She even licked at his geysering prick when he rubbed it past her wide-open mouth.

"Cock-hungry whore," Chuck said, sticking pins all over the tanned, silky firmness of Sandy's rounded asscheeks. "Look at the way she's going after that jism. She loves it! She's nothing but a hot-assed tramp!"

"Tell us how it feels to cum!" Bridget cried, brutally fucking Sandy's cunt with one vibrator while she dragged the other all over Sandy's quivering pink pussy-lip. "Talk to us, you skinny little whore! Tell us every fucking thing you're feeling or I'm going to rip your scummy pussy-lips right off your worthless cunt!" Sandy gasped around a throatful of gummy fuck-cream, going into convulsions under the vibrating fuck she was getting. Her cunt clamped around the vibrator so tightly that Bridget ha to struggle to stab it back and forth. Her cunt gushed juice in waves that covered the second vibrator in streams of sticky fluid.

"Good," Sandy said at last. She shrieked in sudden pain as Arnie joined Chuck in covering her smooth back and long, slender arms with sharp-tipped pins. "Tickles! Hurts! Burns! It feels so good! You dirty bastards! You're turning me into an animal!"

"Turn into one, then," Rocky said, and put out his cigarette on the vulnerable pink ring of her asshole.

Sandy screamed insanely as her first-ever orgasm thundered its way through her tortured, helpless body. She whipped her ass against the bars of the cage and banged her head against the hard metal floor.

Arnie and Chuck stuck pins in her palms and the soles of her feet, and Rocky ground out his cigarette on the tender bud of her asshole. It all felt like pleasure to Sandy. And when Rocky dropped his cigarette to the bottom of the cage, Bridget drove the second vibrator completely inside the clutching chute of Sandy's asshole.

The blonde's lean, sultry body bounced uncontrollably inside the tiny cage, writhing against her will in an unbelievable erotic display of passion. She frothed at the mouth and snapped at the air like a rabid dog. She cried out in despair, realizing finally and fully that her body was no longer her own. She was a slave.

And she couldn't stop cumming.

They watched her for almost thirty minutes before they left her. Even after they were gone, the buzzing of the vibrators plunged deep in her pussy and asshole and the pain from the pins that stuck out all over her sexy body kept her bucking and twitching through one orgasm after another. She could hear her tormentors rummaging through her possessions, tearing things up and fixing their dinner.

They went into her bedroom and she heard them laughing as they broke up her things and shredded her clothes. Then she heard Bridget moaning with passion as she took on all three of the men.

Finally she heard nothing, and she cried like a lost soul at the knowledge that they had gone to sleep, leaving her hanging in her torture cage. But she never stopped cumming. Even after her unnatural position had made her arms and legs go numb and her back knot with cramps, she came. Sandy climaxed and cried, knowing that her life would never be the same again.