Widow in bondage

CHAPTER TWO

Karen didn't resist when Wayne untied her from the desk and hoisted her up over his shoulder like a sack of garbage. She wouldn't even look him in his leering face.

She moaned a little when she saw Mark wheel her dead husband's rolling chair out from behind his desk.

For an instant she'd thought her nightmare was over, when they'd pulled their hideous cocks from her body and her own orgasm had begun to fade into memory. Wayne's words had told her that the pain and degradation they had in store for her was just beginning. It didn't matter, she'd had an orgasm while being raped atop the desk her husband had worked at for years, by the two men, she now realized, who hated him most. How much lower could they drive her?

Wayne lowered her into the chair, draping her legs over the arms. Then he and Mark tied her quickly, so that her knees pointed toward the ceiling, her legs were spread painfully wide and her cunt gaped wide open. It still sparkled with her juices and the cum Wayne had spilled inside her. Her ass hung perhaps an inch above the seat of the chair, and every muscle in her legs howled in immediate agony.

"Oh please, this hurts!" she whimpered. She had cramps in both her thighs and one calf already. "This is killing me! Please stop it!"

"Beg some more," Wayne sneered, walking behind her with more ties. "It sounds good coming out of your slutty, prick-tease mouth!"

Karen immediately clamped her mouth shut, in spite of the terrible pain she was feeling. It had been stupid to think that begging these men would do anything more than drive them to greater cruelties. They wanted her to beg, wanted her to scream out in pain.

Wayne grabbed her arms and pulled them roughly behind her, drawing an involuntary cry from her lips. He tied them to the bottom rung of the chair and then tied her elbows together, tightening the tie around them until her elbows touched.

Karen clenched her teeth to keep from crying out in her anguish. Now she was bowed back in the chair, her tits upthrust, her long body made to seem longer, her neck straining to keep her head from tilting back. Her body was alight with pain.

"All right." Mark opened the door of the office and nodded to Wayne. "She looks ready. No, one more. Around her eyes."

"No!" Karen pleaded again as Wayne wrapped the tie around her head, blinding her. She knew that they were planning to take her out of the office, take her out into the halls where anyone could see her. "No. You don't want to be caught, do you? If you take me out there, you're sure to be caught!"

"Can I put one in her mouth, too?" Wayne joked as he wheeled her toward the door.

"No, I want Karen to tell us how she wants us to fuck her," Mark said as Wayne rolled her out the door and into the hallway. "How she wants to suck our cum and swallow our cocks and take our pricks up her cunt and ass. Tell us, Karen."

"Fuck you," Karen answered, tears flowing down her cum-stained face. "I'll make you both pay for this!"

"Ah, good." Mark reached down and pinched one of her nipples between his finger-nails, squeezing it until Karen's body shook with the pain. "I thought you were going to give in too easily. Nice to see that you have a little spirit left in you."

Now Karen was glad for the blindfold. Mark had everything in his favor, and he was treating her debasement, her enslavement, like it was a joke, just a little diversion. She wondered if that was really all she represented to him, and it made her burn with shame.

Two men walked down from the other end of the hall. Karen could hear the footsteps, their conversation, before they saw her. She flushed red from head to toe at the thought of their discovery, but at least this could be the end of her torment. It would be terribly humiliating, but she would see Mark and Wayne both in prison for what they'd done.

"Help me!" she screamed. "Help me, please!"

"My goodness, Karen," Mark moaned. He took one pink cunt-lip between his fingers and jerked on it so hard that Karen almost passed out. "How melodramatic."

"Help me!" she screeched again. "Help me! These men are kidnapping me!"

The footsteps grew nearer and Karen's spirits soared. Maybe the men would be so outraged by what Mark and Wayne had done to her that they'd kill them on the spot. But she began to sense something wrong.

There was no urgency to the men's approach, no shouts in return to her own. And neither Mark nor Wayne seemed very concerned. Something was wrong, and Karen's heart began to sink.

"Damn, boss," a new voice said. "I know you said things were going to be more interesting around here from now on, but tied-up sluts in the hall? Sexy ones at that."

"Oh shit!" the other voice said. "That's the old guy's bitch wife. The blonde cock-tease. Oh shit. All right, Mr. Drey, you put that cunt in her place!"

There would be no help. Karen slumped as far as her bondage would permit, the cramps in her tortured legs causing her to shudder uncontrollably and the pain from both her arms and legs and back making her break into a cold sweat. It made her look sexier yet, her muscles standing out in bold relief, her stomach pulled in and her tits thrust out from her position, her whole body sparkling with sweat. Both the new men had instant erections. Both men looked at their boss hopefully.

"I want to keep Karen a secret for a while," Mark said. "Wayne and I were getting ready to install her in her new office. It's about time for your breaks, isn't it? You could come along if you like."

The words hit Karen like an especially sharp blow from Wayne's belt, but the two men chortled with glee. As Wayne pushed her down the hall, they pawed at her like a couple of horny teenagers, mauling her tits, poking her cunt, pinching her all over. Karen kept her mouth firmly shut, refusing to cry out even when one of the men shoved his finger up her ass. No matter what had happened already, she refused to be humiliated in front of a couple of low-level employees.

Karen could sense the change of light when Wayne wheeled her into the new room. She heard a door close behind her and wondered where she'd been taken. Mark had called it her new office. How long had they been planning to do this to her?

"You never sucked me before," Wayne said. She felt the slap of his limp cock against her cheek. "I'm feeling sort of deprived, cumsucker!"

Karen turned her head as much as she could, trying to avoid the loathsome touch of Wayne's cock. They wouldn't get her to suck cock again, she thought. Especially not in front of a pair of nobodies.

Wayne curled his hands in her lush blonde hair and jerked her face around to his and kissed her, driving his tongue into her mouth. Karen gasped for breath as he probed his tongue inside her mouth, burning at the demeaning laughter of the two men. Wayne held her mouth open with his hands as he broke the kiss, and then he spat into her open mouth. Karen gagged but he slammed her mouth shut until she swallowed.

"Dumb cunt!" he said, yanking the young widow's head back and forth by his grip in her hair. "She'll suck my spit but not my prick. What are we going to do with her, boss?"

Karen heard the snap of what she immediately knew was a whip, and her heart began to race. They had a whip in here. She knew that it was Mark who held it even before it snapped across her stomach just above the line of her golden cunt-fur.

And before she could scream from the first blow, Mark hit her three more times, once across her wide-spread thighs, once across the cut of her ribcage and once against the erect bud of one nipple.

Karen screamed. She was certain that Mark had torn her nipple off. She wanted to tell Wayne that she'd suck his cock, that she'd suck all of their cocks, even Mark's if he wanted, but before she could get the words out of her mouth, Mark had hit her again, this time letting the whip bite her other nipple. She lurched so violently at the pain that she almost tipped the chair over, but Wayne held her steady and slapped his cock across her face again.

"Ready to suck now?" he asked. He rubbed his fingers on the young widow's crimson nipples. She opened her mouth meekly and waited for Wayne to put his prick in. She knew they'd won again.

Wayne drove his cock into her mouth and she tasted her cunt on his prick and felt sick again. He thrust into her throat with one fast, violent stab that caused her to choke, then let his cock sit there for a moment to soak in the heat of her mouth. The other men laughed but it was Mark's reaction that Karen cared about most. She would do anything to keep him from using that evil whip on her again.

Wayne pulled his cock back and pulled her blindfold off with the same motion, and Karen gasped for breath and took a look at her surroundings. She almost cried. Her office contained three beds, and chains and whips and devices of metal and plastic and rubber that Karen couldn't begin to identify. There was a closet filled with clothing made of leather and rubber and gauze. And the two men who were her first visitors here were just office boys, pimple-faced kids of eighteen. She was almost glad when Wayne wrenched her head back around and fed her his cock again, blocking her view of her surroundings.

"Sit on the chair with her!" Mark instructed one of the boys. "And you, help out Wayne. She has a mouth big enough for two cocks, believe me!"

Karen couldn't bite back the sob as the two boys approached her. She'd just taken two men at once, now she was going to have to handle three. Wayne pulled his cock from her mouth and draped his balls over her lips, and Karen sucked them into her mouth like a dutiful slave. Her gaze flickered to Mark and the evil black whip he held and she laved the crinkly, smelly ball-sac with her tongue.

The blows from the whip had left fiery red welts across Karen's svelte, tannned body. One of the boys ran his fingers across her stomach, then stuck first one leg and then the other beneath the arm of the chair and sat down facing her. He unzipped his pants and pulled out a fairly long, hard cock.

The other boy stood at the other side of her face and flopped his half-hard cock against her cheek. It stiffened quickly on contact with her skin, and when Wayne pulled his balls out from between her clasping lips, the boy drove his cock between them. At the same moment, the boy sitting in front of her speared his cock into her cunt and Karen groaned in pain.

Karen's ass was driven painfully back toward the back of the chair, pain shooting through her legs and arms as the force of the boy's fucking pulled on the ties which bound her. Her cunt, still raw from the reaming that Wayne had given it, hurt too. She groaned and sucked harder at the prick that was pistoning in her mouth. Wayne rubbed his cock all over her face, seeming to delight as much in smearing his sticky cock-head over her nose and cheek and neck as he did from ramming it down her throat. Three cocks, and the terrible pain from the way she was tied in the chair. Karen was sure she wouldn't survive.

Each punch of the first boy's cock into her cunt lifted Karen up and back against the chair. Pain pulsed in swift streams of fire down both her tortured legs each time the boy fucked in, but Karen still kept her mouth and tongue working on the cocks that fucked her face.

The boy pulled out and Wayne pushed in, driving his cock into her throat until Karen's nose nestled in the wiry hair around the base of his prick. The boy followed Wayne's example and rubbed his spit-soaked cock all over Karen's face. Her already-soiled features got stickier and slimier as the boy smeared pre-cum and spit all over her face.

Mark stepped toward her and it took Karen a moment to realize that what he had in his hand wasn't his cock. It was a short club made out of a dozen strips of leather tied together. He slapped it against his palm and it made a wicked cutting sound. Karen's heart skipped a beat and then he slapped it against her tits.

Karen screamed around Wayne's cock and jerked in the chair, unable to hold herself still even though she knew her movement would cause her more pain. Her cunt clamped tight around the cock of the boy fucking her as her whole body tensed with agony. He moaned his pleasure and fucked her faster. Her tit felt as though someone had exploded a bomb inside it.

Mark hit her other tit, and then he hit the first, and the world spun away from Karen. Back and forth he went, first slapping one tit with the demonic strap, then the other. The young widow's world became a haze of pain. And all the time her tongue and lips worked on Wayne's face-fucking cock and her cunt flexed against the beat of the cock of the boy fucking her pussy.

Sweat poured from her golden-brown body as she strained against her bonds and the cocks and blows of the men who surrounded her. She switched from Wayne's cock to the boy's and then back again, faster and faster, her throat a vacuum tube, her mouth a suction cup, her tongue a flicker of liquid heat. Her cunt clamped like a vise against the cock of the boy who fucked her. She was starting to get wet again.

No, she thought desperately through the haze of pain and lust that encompassed her. She couldn't let them get to her again. She couldn't let herself cum like a cheap whore, cum on command like a trained animal. They'd already turned her into a willing victim once; she couldn't let them do it again.

"You want it, Karen," Mark whispered, slapping first one tit, then the other. She writhed madly but her nipples were thick and hard and filled with blood. "Beg us for it. Beg us to fuck your cunt!"

Karen's shining blonde hair flew about her face as she switched from one cock to the other. Her saliva trickled from both corners of her mouth as she slurped up Wayne's fat, throbbing cock, then gobbled down the boy's smaller one. Her eyes were glazed over with lust, her pretty face reddened with the pain of her exertions. She jammed her mouth all the way down their cocks, choking herself without hesitation. Her spittle speckled the hair at the bases of both men's cocks. The lower half of her face was sodden with her spit and their fuck-juice.

She fucked back against the cock in her cunt, ignoring the screaming pain in her muscles, trusting her balance to the men who surrounded her. Her cunt was a hot flesh vise around the boy's prick and her juices covered the seat beneath them. She flung herself at him repeatedly, and he slammed upward to meet her every time.

"Beg us to let you suck our cocks," Mark hissed. He slapped her tits harder now, drawing his arm back farther and bringing it forward with more power. His huge cock was as stiff as a bar of iron. "Beg me to beat your tits! Beg me to whip your tits!"

Karen wished Mark would stop bothering her. Of course she wanted to drink their cum, of course she wanted them to fuck her and beat her tits.

She sobbed as the realization of what she was thinking hit her, but she kept fucking the boy savagely and she kept sucking both the cocks above her face like a woman possessed. She even kept urging her battered tits up against the beating Mark was giving them.

"Beg! Beg! Beg!" Mark threw down his strap and sank his teeth into one of Karen's tits until he drew blood. He looked up at her and snarled. "Beg!"

"Fuck me!" Karen squealed, letting both cocks slide from her mouth and wagging her tongue desperately in the air. Her hips beat a tattoo against the boy fucking her cunt. "Fuck me into the dirt! Fuck me you bastards!"

Her tits felt like molten lava had been poured over them. They were fatter than they'd ever been, swollen with blood. Her nipples were spikes of hardened lust. Her flat stomach roiled with excitement and her straining thighs and ass quivered. Her cunt was a swamp, fluttering on the edge of an explosive climax.

"Pull out!" Mark screamed at the boy fucking her, and when the boy looked up at Mark in confusion, Mark screamed again: "Pull out or you're fired!"

Karen screamed in rage and disappointment as the boy pulled his cock from her cunt. Her hips flipped wildly about against the restraining ties, her fuck-juices squirting and drooling from her cunt to soak the boy and the seat of the chair. The boy rose from his crouch to drive his cock between Karen's burning, silky tits, and he smashed them together over his prick as he began to shoot.

The boy shot ropes of thick white jism over Karen's slender white throat. More splattered against her chin. Pasty jism ran down her sides, into her armpits and over her shoulders. The boy fucked a groove between Karen's brutalized tits as he showered her upper body with his slime.

Wayne and the other boy began to cum too, both of them aiming their cocks down at Karen's face. They showered her face in jism, bathed it in their sticky goo. For the second time in minutes Karen's face was covered in slippery white slop. Their cum made a web between her open lips, and ran up her quivering nostrils.

And Karen whimpered and gyrated in frustration because Mark had made the boy leave her an instant away from orgasm. Her cunt-lips fluttered on air. Her ass-cheeks flexed as she fucked nothing. Her tortured thighs lifted her impossibly high, though there was nothing to meet her thrusts.

"Sit back!" Mark ordered, slapping her across her quivering, flat stomach with the palm of his hand. The boy carefully stepped off the chair so as not to tip it over. His cock hung limp now, but he rubbed it clean on Karen's arm as he stepped away from her.

Wayne and the other boy had stepped away from Karen too, leaving her to squirm and sob untouched by the men. Her face was a mask of silvery cum now, almost unrecognizable beneath the three coats of jism that had been deposited there. She licked her lips, as though in hope that collecting some of the cum on her face might give her the orgasm she needed so much.

"What a sleazy whore," one of the boys muttered in wonder.

"She's a hot-assed cunt," the other agreed.

"Look at that face," Wayne added. "What a scum-bucket."

Then he suddenly aimed his cock at Karen's face and began to piss.

Karen gasped, unable to believe what Mark was doing to her. First they'd driven her almost insane with lust and Mark had kept her from cumming. Now he was pissing in her face. She closed her eyes and mouth as tightly shut as she could, her lust cooling fast under the spray of Mark's stinging, stinking piss. Piss. How much lower could they drive her? Now she was just a toilet.

"Open up, cock-sucker!" Wayne shouted, driving his fist into her stomach. "It's like a water fountain. Take a drink!"

Karen's mouth gaped open as the breath rushed from her and Mark aimed his stream of piss right for her parted lips. Karen choked and coughed as she tried not to swallow the bitter yellow liquid, but soon it was flowing down her throat. Someone was pinching her nipples and a quick fire of lust lit in her cunt.

"Come on kids," Wayne said. "Give it a try!"

Karen's heart froze as the three men gathered around her and began to piss on her. Every time she tried to shut her mouth someone would hit her in the stomach and twist her tits until she opened back up. They bathed her face in their piss, each of them trying to blast his piss down her throat. She was certain they were going to drown her. All she could taste or smell was their stinking piss, and she couldn't open her eyes because of the burning streams.

Mark's spray faltered first and Wayne moved closer to take his place as Mark shook his last drops of piss off on Karen's stomach. Wayne's piss was almost orange and burned worse than the others, seeming to sizzle on Karen's tongue and down her throat.

"Drinking last night," one of the boys joked and they both laughed as they waved their cocks back and forth, soaking Karen's whole body in their waste.

"You guys," Wayne said with a grin and jammed his cock between Karen's lips so he could piss straight down her throat.

Karen thought she must have descended into hell. Four men were pissing all over her while her body burned in brutal bondage.

They had covered her in their cum and then washed their jism away with their piss. Now they made fun of her while she drank their filthy wastes.

And she was getting hot. With four men pissing on her, her cunt was burning.