Enslaved landlady

CHAPTER FOUR

They left Sandy in the cage for three days. For three days they kept her trapped in the tiny metal box, her legs folded on either side of her head, her arms and face and ass pressed against the unyielding bars.

For the full three days they gave Sandy neither a bite to eat nor a drop to drink. They tormented her by eating and drinking in front of her. They poured water onto the floor in front of her and put food on a table inches in front of the cage. On the third day Bridget made Sandy plead for an hour for a glass of steaming yellow piss. Sandy promised the voluptuous redhead everything, offered herself to her body and soul. Then Bridget smashed Sandy's lips together with one of the big metal clamps and poured the glass of piss all over her face. During her three days in the cage, Sandy was being almost constantly molested. Often two or three of her captors, and sometimes all four, would take part in her torture. Even during the few times when all four of her masters were gone there were vibrators and other devices to continue her sexual abuse. For the first two days they amused themselves with finding things of Sandy's to destroy in front of her. They burned her picture albums, broke her china, smashed her furniture and shredded her clothes.

Sandy knew that they were destroying things from her old life to make it easier for them to turn her into a mindless slave without a memory or past, but she couldn't stop what they were doing from working.

They fucked her constantly through the bars of the cage. By the end of the three days Sandy had been fucked dozens of times, in both her cunt and asshole. Even Bridget had fucked her, using a variety of strap-on dildos. They used her mouth, too, though none of the men would cum in her mouth and give her something to drink. By the third day her mouth was so cracked and dry that the men gave up on blow-jobs entirely.

By the fourth morning Sandy was broken. Arnie looked out at her from the doorway of her bedroom and smiled proudly at what a good job they had done of enslaving the proud blonde.

Sandy was a slave now, and a slave was what she was going to be for the rest of her life. Three days of torture in the cage had broken her to her new life in bondage. Arnie figured she was just about ready for the second part of her training.

"Good morning, slut," he said, walking into the living room. He was dressed, but his hard cock was sticking out through his open zipper. "Hey, tramp, I didn't hear you say good morning!"

"Good morning, sir!" Sandy croaked, her voice a dry whisper.

"Please can I drink today?"

Sandy's lips were dry and cracked and swollen. Her tongue was swollen too. Three days without food and water had robbed Sandy's body of what little fat it had possessed. Even on her hands and knees, her silky stomach was a tight hollow.

Arnie thought she looked sexier than ever. Her tits even looked bigger now that she was so thin.

"You lazy slut," Arnie said evenly, walking around to the back of the cage. He unlocked the door and swung it wide open. "Complaining after three days of not having to move a fucking muscle. Get your lazy ass out of this thing! You've got some fucking work to do to make up for all your fucking lying around!" Sandy couldn't believe what she was hearing. Sometime the day before she had given up hope of ever leaving the cage.

She had figured they would leave her in there until she died from thirst or hunger, then throw her out like some worthless bag of garbage. Her heart pounded with excitement at the idea of being freed from the cage. "Move it, you skinny bitch!" Arnie shouted, pinching her ass so hard that Sandy moaned with pain. "You keep me waiting, whore, and you're going to be the sorriest little tramp that ever lived! You hear me, slave?"

"The whore hears you, sir," Sandy said. The past three days had taught her to answer when one of her masters spoke to her. "The slave's sorry. She won't keep you waiting, sir."

Sandy cried. Three days with her body doubled over inside the tiny cage had robbed her of strength and put her arms and legs so deeply to sleep that she couldn't move them. Her muscles were drawn into tight, knotted bunches, cramped so hard that they wouldn't move.

Sandy tried to slide her legs back out from under her, but the pain that shot through her was worse than any of the tortures her master had given her. "Please!" she screamed, her voice still little more than a whisper through her dry throat. "Please! Please!"

Sandy wasn't sure who she was begging to or what she was begging for. The pain that was shooting up her long, lean legs and through her bowed back was so debilitating that her already confused mind blanked altogether. Animal instinct was what drove her to push her legs out from beneath her. "Faster, slave-slut!" Arnie yelled, grabbing a pin from the dinner cart and jabbing Sandy in the ass. The muscles in her ass were drawn so taut that it was hard to stick the pin into her.

"You worthless, lazy whore! If you want to stay in the fucking cage that bad I can always lock you back up!" Sandy whined like an animal, pushing her legs out through the cage's open door. Muscles and tendons unfolded for the first time in three days, and free circulation returned where it had been denied through all her time in the cage.

Sandy screamed and tumbled from the cage. She hit the floor, writhing in agony. Her muscles twitched and spasmed, pulling her this way and that. Her skin burned with sheets of fire as her circulation returned.

Cramps seized her legs and arms and stomach. She tried to straighten her neck and screamed again as pain speared its way up through her head and down through her spine.

Rocky and Chuck came out of the bedroom. They both stopped and smiled when they saw what was happening. They had seen this before, with other women who had spent time in the cage. They had never stuffed a bitch as tall as Sandy inside though, and the longest they had ever left a slave inside before had been two days. They were more than a little interested to see how the tall blonde had held up.

"Bridget's going to be pissed she missed this," Rocky said, puling his already-hard cock out of his pants.

"Fuck her," Arnie said mildly. "She knew the slut had to come out today. She should have hung around. Besides, we aren't the ones she's going to take it out on."

"That's right," Chuck said eagerly. "And we're going to be gone later getting the party together."

Sandy listened to what the three men were saying, but their words had no meaning. The only thing that meant anything to her now was the pain that was ripping through every inch of her body.

She squirmed on the floor like a dying, sexy snake, her lean body writhing and jerking.

"Do you want a drink, slave-slut?" Arnie asked, kicking Sandy in her tits to get her attention.

Sandy's eyes snapped open. Even through the agony that flowered through every inch of her body she could hear the mention of something to drink. She licked her lips in a futile attempt to moisten them and stared pleadingly up at her three masters.

"You're a dancer, slave," Arnie said, kicking Sandy in the stomach this time.

"Do the splits for us and you can have something to drink." Sandy whimpered with pain, but she tried to do as Arnie told her. She rolled onto her stomach, moaning hoarsely with agony as the muscles in her sides and tensed and flexed uncontrollably. The men gathered close around her to watch the muscles in her taut ass and velvety thighs spasm.

The first time Sandy tried to spread her legs she couldn't move them at all. Her stomach muscles tightened so much in response to her trying that she screamed in sudden agony and couldn't draw a breath. The muscles along her creamy flanks tensed and relaxed in rhythm, making her jerk and twitch in terrible pain. "Shit, Sandy-slut ain't even thirsty," Chuck said with a shrug. "Too bad, too. I've got to take a wicked piss. Now I guess I'll have to flush it down the toilet."

"No!" Sandy gasped, licking her lips at the thought of a mouthful of steaming hot piss. "Please gave me another chance! I'm trying! The slave's really trying!"

Sandy braced herself for agony and tried to spread her legs once more. Normally she could have bounced into the splits without the slightest efforts. Now the task seemed almost impossible. She tried to focus her dancing skills onto the effort, pointing her toes and staring her movement with her calves instead of letting her thigh muscles do all the work.

Sandy spread her palms on the floor and slowly, painfully levered her legs apart. The pain was awful. But before Sandy had spread her legs more than a few inches apart she was shivering with weakness and agony. The muscles in her long, slender legs knotted with strain and fatigue. Sandy banged her head on the floor, trying to drive away the pain in her legs by focusing on other agonies. The last few inches were the hardest. Dehydrated as she was, sweat glistened on her bronzed body as she scissored her legs out to her sides. Pain shot through her swollen, over-worked pussy. Pain tore through the swollen, abused channel of her asshole.

Agony worked through the muscles of her sides and back and stomach. Her legs felt as though they were on fire, and the muscles were tensed so powerfully that they stood out against her silky tanned skin like cords of metal.

"Yes!" Sandy cried as she pushed her legs out across the floor and tipped herself up into a sitting position. She stared up at the three cruel men, a strange look of defiance on her beautiful face.

"The slave did it! Now please give her something to drink! Please!"

Arnie smiled down at the sexy, slinky blonde. Staying in the splits was causing her excruciating pain, but she looked sexy as hell with her long legs stretched out to either side. Arnie fingered his huge cock, aiming it right down at her beautiful, upturned face. "Open wide, slut," he said as he started pissing. "And you better not miss drop, if you know what's good for you." Sandy opened her mouth wide, burning with humiliation as she guzzled down his piss. She could feel the piss as it splashed down her throat, filling her empty, shriveled stomach. It tasted so sweet that she wanted to cry with gratitude. Arnie controlled the flow of his piss, and he aimed his cock carefully. No more than a few drops of the stinking yellow fluid splattered over Sandy's pretty face. When his stream weakened, Arnie stepped in closer, finally resting his enormous cock-head between Sandy's dry, cracked lips. The thirst-maddened blonde sucked the last of his piss from his cock, washing it around inside her dry mouth before swallowing it. She kissed his cock in gratitude when he finished pissing.

"Now mine," Rocky said, and stepped up to take Arnie's place. "Swallow every drop, slave-whore, or you'll spend the next four days back in that box." Sandy opened her mouth to the stinking yellow blast of Rocky's piss. She was still dying of thirst, and she swallowed eagerly as he splashed his piss into her mouth. While she drank Rocky's piss, Arnie snapped cuffs around her wrists and ankles, and tied some kind of metal rod to her widespread legs, but Sandy hardly noticed what he was doing. She was too busy drinking down Rocky's sweet, stinking piss.

By the time Rocky finished pissing, Sandy's stomach felt strangely full. She felt sick, and her head was spinning. But her mouth was still dry, so when Chuck stepped up and demanded that she drink every bit of his piss, she opened her mouth and welcomed the salty, burning spray.

Rocky was helping Arnie set up some pulleys, but Sandy was really too light-headed to keep track of what they were doing. Halfway through Chuck's piss the first lightning bolts of pain shot through Sandy's stomach. Her stomach was cramping around the sudden flood of liquid, her body rebelling against being given so much fluid at once when it had been denied it for three long days.

"Oh, you dirty motherfuckers!" Sandy screamed, and Chuck stopped pissing as she let a mouthful of piss splash out over her lips. "Bastards! Assholes! Killing me! Killing me!"

"Drink my piss," Chuck said, his voice level, "or you're going back in the cage."

Sandy clamped her lips tightly shut, but she knew she couldn't refuse Chuck's demand. Her body shook with pain as she opened her mouth. The sucked-in cavity of her stomach was already twisting on the flood of piss it held. But she knew that anymore time in the cage would break her completely, maybe even kill her. Chuck made her drink every last drop of his piss. By the time she licked the last droplets off the bulging head of his cock, Sandy's stomach was doing flips and turning cartwheels.

The pain was so incredible that it seemed to seize her chest and stomach with strong hands, first crushing her head and then trying to tear her in two. Sandy hung her head, her silky blonde hair curtaining her beautiful face. "Lift her up," Arnie said, and then the real pain began. Sandy shrieked as she left the floor, and for the first time she took notice of how Arnie and Rocky had bound her. Her arms were taped together above her head, the tape pinning her arms together from her wrists to halfway up her forearms. Shackles circled her wrists, too, and the chains were connected to them were part of what was lifting her into the air.

But the real pain was coming from her legs. The steel pipe that Arnie had taped to her legs kept her trapped in her splits, her long legs forming a straight line out to her sides at the bottom of her body. Shackles circled her ankles, too, and it was from these that most of her weight rested. The already weakened and overexerted muscles in her thighs and calves were stretched beyond endurance by this latest, most awful indignity. Sandy could feel them pulling and tearing, and she cried in fear and pain.

"Let me down!" she gasped, looking frantically from one to another of her three masters. "It's tearing me up! Please let me down! Please!"

"Okay, guys, let's see how far Sandy-slut can stretch," Arnie said. They had lifted her no more than a foot and a half off the floor, and now all three of them were scooting beneath her. They folded their legs together, and for a maddening instant Sandy thought they were going to fuck each other. Then she saw that they had laid down so that all three of their cocks were bunched together, pointing skyward in a single, massive stalk of fuck-meat. She also noticed that each of them was holding the end of one of the chains that was suspending her from the ceiling.

"No!" she shrieked, her wide brown eyes going even wider with terror. "No! No, please, please, no!"

"Yes," Arnie said, and started to lower her. The split she was in pulled her cunt wide apart, but it was nowhere near large enough to accommodate the trio of huge fuck-poles it was being lowered on. Sandy screamed as the triple stalk of cock pushed against the swollen pink lips of her pussy. There was nothing Sandy had ever felt to compare to the slow spreading of her cunt-lips around the three massive pricks. At first her cunt-lips spread out around the three huge cock-heads, but after they had stretched as far as they could, they were pulled inside the mouth of her cunt. Her pussy was trained well enough by now to start juicing at the first brush of a hard cock, but no amount of lubrication could ease the unnatural triple fuck she was receiving. And unbelievably, impossibly, her legs were being spread even farther apart. They pulled her legs farther apart, then farther, and finally all three of the fist-sized cock-heads popped inside Sandy's tiny pussy. Sandy's asscheeks felt as if they had been split apart and her legs no longer felt as if they were connected to her hips. Sweat poured off her svelte body. Rocky said, thrusting his ass up off the floor to drive a few more inches of his massive prick inside Sandy's ravaged cunt. "You're full of a yard of cock, slut-slave. And you love it!"

"Look at that pussy!" Chuck sighed, pumping his hips fast, fucking the tortured beauty in earnest even though she had descended less than halfway down the length of his prick. "You wouldn't think a tiny little cunt could stretch that much!"

Sandy wanted to tell them that her cunt wasn't stretching, it was tearing, and it was hurting her so badly that she couldn't stand it. She wanted to beg them to stop, promise them anything if they would just pull their three huge cocks out of her body. But she knew it wouldn't do any good. She thought that she might find out soon, because what they were doing to her cunt was killing her with anguish. They had released all the tension from the chains that were holding her suspended, and she had no choice but to sink down over their enormous cocks. Sandy was halfway down the three monstrous pricks, all her weight supported by her stretched, tearing pussy. The pressure was enormous. Her pelvis seemed to be separating. She wondered if this was how a woman felt while she was having a baby, then decided that no woman would ever want a child if she had to suffer agony like this. Her cunt, which had been stretched out by the past three days of constant rape, was tearing again under the unnatural triple intrusion.

"Pull her down," Arnie said, grabbing one of Sandy's silky thighs and pulling. "Shake your lazy ass! You're getting fucked by a lot of cock, slut! You better fucking show your appreciation by showing us how you much you love it!"

"When you cum, tell us about it, Sandy-slut," Rocky said, wrapping his big hands around Sandy's sexy hips. "Thank us for fucking your worthless ass good." Then all three of the strong men yanked her down on their huge cocks. Sandy didn't even scream. She just went limp. As the three men tore her pussy to ribbons, something in her mind tore loose as well.

"Fuck those three giant cocks in my slutty little pussy!" she gasped, her wide brown eyes dulled with agony, spit dribbling from the corners of her lush lips. "My cunt's ripping! I can feel your big cock-heads pressing against my womb, you're pulling me open so far! Please – you're fucking my whole body! You're fucking me to death!"

"We haven't even started to fuck you yet," Arnie said as Sandy's drawn straight leg settled across his body and her ass came to rest on his swollen balls. He bit her tanned calf until he drew blood, then laughed at her moan of anguish. "Keep talking, slave-slut! Describe what we're doing to your cum slut body!" Sandy couldn't have begun to describe what the three huge cocks were doing inside her willowy body. She didn't even want to consider the damage they were causing in her cunt. The tiny hole of her cervix had been stretched wide, her pussy-lips had been pulled inside her cunt. She was tearing under the inhuman assault of the three giant cocks.

"Look at her stomach," Chuck said, and Sandy looked too, then cried out in horror. "She looks like she's pregnant! Hey, I wonder which one of us is the dad?"

They were all three the fathers of the mass of flesh that caused Sandy's tiny tummy to bulge out so obscenely. As the three men fucked their cocks back and forth deep inside her, the pain-dazed beauty could even see one fat cock-head pressing against her lower belly, edging its way clear up past her navel. She could feel that cock, too, grinding through the ruins of her cunt. "I hate you, I hate me! I love it!" she cried, her eyes wide as she stared down at her puffed out stomach. "Pulling me apart! Pull me apart! Fuck my pussy! Fuck my pussy!"

Someone pulled on the chains, lifting her up off the huge stalks of their cocks. Their cocks moving back out of her pussy were almost as painful as when they had fucked them in.

Blood and pussy-cream bathed the three hard pricks. When the men released the chains the second time, Sandy plunged down the stalks of their cocks, screaming every inch of the way.

"Fuck her!" Chuck started, almost out of his mind with the pleasure of the savage rape. "Fuck the slave to pieces!"

"Fuck her!" Sandy screamed in agreement, whipping her head from side to side and squirming her sleek, sweat soaked body against the chains and tape that bound her. "Fuck her slutty ass to pieces! Fuck her until she cums! Fuck her until she dies!"

They were tearing her cunt to pieces, but Sandy didn't care. Her clit was throbbing wildly and her cunt was clenching in agonized spasms around the monster cocks that were plunged inside it. An orgasm smashed its way through her bound body, and Sandy screamed as it struck her, spittle flying from her parted lips.

The men lifted and dropped her faster and faster, and thrust their hips up to meet her every downward plunge. Sandy couldn't move her hips an inch in any direction, and she absorbed every bone-jarring impact. By the time the men had dropped her on their cocks twenty times, her back and legs felt broken and her pelvis seemed shattered. Her cunt was a tattered mess, stretched so wide around the three cocks that any of the men could have fit his head up inside her. But Sandy came with every new injury they inflicted. The guys came almost at once, and Sandy screamed and snapped at the air as they pumped her shredded cunt full of their jism. Their cum poured back out almost as quickly as they shot it inside her, borne on sticky waves of blood and pussy-cream.

The last thing she remembered was each of the men wiping his cock clean all over her face. She thanked each one for fucking her as they smeared her perfect features with jism and blood and cunt-juice.

But before she collapsed into the welcoming arms of unconsciousness, Arnie did one last thing to her. He unshackled her wrists, letting her flip upside-down to smash her head and shoulders against the floor. And then he shackled her ankles and hoisted them high up in the air, hanging her upside-down. It was when he stuck both his arms up her pussy that Sandy passed out.