"Twenty for a blow job..." Said a guy with one of those trucks any Rodeo Drive Cowboy wannabe would drive, built sky high on huge wheels with lots of chrome. I shrugged and climbed into the cab, took the twenty and took his change. A lot of it, in the form of a liquid libation. Swallowed and returned to the stroll. No tip this time. Would probably waste more money in a truck wash than he did on me.
The area was truly dingy and I noticed that there were no more girls on the stroll down here. I could only assume that rumors had scared the normal girls away. I, however, am a Superheroine so rumor just doesn't take a scary hold on such as I. Only thing taking my mind away from the mission at hand was, my beautiful boots were getting filthied.
My eyes adjusted to the dim lighting in the alley to see the one who had called out. And about twenty of his pals. Then I made the mistake of looking downward to things that seemed to be moving against their bodies. My booted knees started quaking and I brought them together to hold myself erect. Well. Somewhat erect. My nipples were suddenly hugely engorged, my pussy was salivating and my clittie had come out to survey sexual possibilities which my gloved hand started to impart, without my express wishes. They were all well protected from the elements, dressed head to toe in rubber, rubber gloves and boots. Their cocks stood out in a bas relief of color against the wet ebony in high visibility.
My head shook in the negative but I found myself bending to the chore I'd been ordered to perform. The mistake, I knew now, was looking down and seeing those humungous cocks, all shapes and large sizes. I couldn't tear my eyes away from them. There was something mesmerizing about them and my body, now in complete wanton mode, desired nothing more than to be used by them, time and again. And was about to be.
I sighed as the first member was presented and seemed to lick my lips, asking them for an entrance they now widened to allow so I could suck in that huge appendage tonsil deep and lave it with my tongue. As my pussy felt it's own lips pleasurably pushed apart as it amde it's way deep in a snatch already ready to receive it. I was shuddering in need as my two assailants took up movements as if they'd done this together before, rocking in and out of the two abused sockets with power and expertise. And I was figuratively spiraling upward on a sexual high, gunning rapidly from orgasm to orgasm and not slowing as two monsters filled me and were replaced with two more. I was getting the reaming of the Century and going along with it in greed. Never slowed as the third was thrust into a hole filling it with more pain which rapidly turned to pleasure while my mouth accomodated a third after the second in that hole had further filled my belly.
I almost passed out from pleasure as two hands grabbed onto my spurting nipples and started using them as a farmer might use the teats on a cow, pulling on them so they would squirt on my boots and gloves. I wanted to scream out for them to pull even harder but my mouth was otherwise occupied with man meat, makign my plea silent and evident only to myself. Somehow, they seemed to sense my want and now were working my teats with a fervor that had fountains spurting from them every time they were pulled the tits with so much power that my back bent on the downward thrust, only to have them thrust back up viciously as if they were being horrendously punched into my chest.
Orgasm after orgasm continued to assail me as I continued to be assailed and I could list the attributes of each of these wonderful cocks as they continued to plunder. Despite their seeming magical members, however, these guys were Human and prone to tire after a while. A long while, it seemed, since they were all in tip top condition brought on by a life on the streets. They allowed me to slump to gloved hands and booted knees finally, beaten and fucked out. Kneeling in a pool of gism, theirs' and mine, that just added to the wrist deep liquid detrius benieth knees and gloved arms. And were high fiving each other for a job well accomplished. For the first time in my life, I felt completely hosed out and could not even move when I felt a cold, wet something at the entrance to my pulsating pussy. Bleary of eyes, I turned to see the ugliest dog I'd ever seen who then extended his tongue and started giving me a licking that quickly had me going from disgust to want. And these twenty some bastards I'd pleased so well just allowed the hound to hound me, laughing as he got to know my wells even better.
"Dawg's gonna diddle..." Said one I remembered from the deep throating I'd given him. And darn if the 'dawg' didn't diddle. He reared, speared and scored. Deep. The slickness of my drooling well aiding as well over twelve long, thick inches drove to the hilt, slamming into my uteris, dawing back and slamming forward, time and again. Taking me to the brink of insanity, it seemed to me. This 'dawg' was getting past my defences as easilly as the guys had and, perversely, I had no wish for him to stop. A schlong was a schlong was a schlong, as a person better with words than I would have reported. I'd become a convenient recepticle for man and beast.
I could feel the impending end of this rape as the hound's cock seemed to get even more heated and engorge more than before. And then Vesuvius exploded with molten lava powerful enough to knock me forward so his cock came out of the socket and hosed my well used rear. But not until I'd cum again several times, weakening me even further so I could not take advantage of the moment of respite, even if I'd wanted to.
"Why ah'd swear that dawg's grinnin' from ear to ear..." Reported the one who was acting like Mike Wallace. It was true, the dog seemed to have an evil grin across his muzzle a mile wide. And he decided he wasn't done with me yet. He seemed to saunter around me, chest puffed in pleasure of a job well reamed and started sniffing at my boot tops, selecting the right boot, lifting a leg and letting do a stream that whowed he still had lots of liquid inside him, heating up the inside of my boot with his steaming pee. And then was joined by a pal of his who didn't bother with the polite prelininaries of the first. Seemed to be ripe and ready, reared and speared. Possibly missed his intended target although the one he'd scored in seemed about right to him and wonderful to me, too. Bet it was a first time he'd ever gone the Hershey route to pleasure but he was going at it as if it was something he did every day.
The first hound decided to add insult by lying down in front of me and lifting a leg so he could lick himself clean of his and my oozings and suddenly, I found myself driven forward and down with a mouthful of doggy deep in my throat. Something in me made me try to pull back and I did, until driven forward again, pushing upward with my gloved hands again until driven to deep throat the growing member again. Were thse dogs part of some kind of perverted circus act?
My ass was getting truly battered and reamed while I'd settled into giving a blow job to a dog who seemed msot appreciative as he suddenly shot off down my gullet at the same moment his buddy spewed deep in my guts. I was one mwet mess of cum, femoils, sweat, rain and mud as the second dog decided to lay laim to my other boot, filling that to overflowing just as the first had done with the other. At least the second dog didn't get in line for a blow job.
I found myself picked up by my gloved arms and set on sloshing booted legs which were as quaky as the rubber material they were made of, the dogs' detrius sloshing rudely from their tops. No way those legs were going to hold me erect right now, I was orgasmed out and dog tired. Found myself propelled toward a large, rusty old Chevy van and boosted into its cargo area.
There was dried blood on the floor of the van so either it had been used as a torture chamber or to carry meat carcasses to various butchers. Possibly both.
Again. Quickly, my gloved arms were grasped and hauled up and outward so my wrists could be manacled high and to each side of the truck cargo area, just as quickly, my long booted legs were seperated and ankles given the same treatment. My filthied microskirt was now pused upward to allow me to be displayed in lewd fashion. And my coat was opened, as was my blouse to reveal my amazing boobs in all their dripping splendor. And then they went to work on me with brass knuckle dusters over their gloves, a well organised drill team of sadists who seemed to know just where on my body to hit so they weren't crashing their own fists into each others. I'd been well beaten before and would come under intense beating again, sooner or later, I was sure. I supposed this was part of the softening up process so grunted in the appropriate spots to signify I was hurting.
Heck. I was hurting. These guys could be escapees from Sodman's execution squad. They were experts and knew how to hurt a big gal, even if that gal was getting off on the hurt. And I was trying to disguise that fact. I took note that they avoided beating on my face because, perhaps, their Bosses would not want a gal who's eyes were black or nose broken. My boobs were taking most of the battering and bouncing back like big rubber gourds, just to be slammed back into my chest and into each other. The ruddy hue of the breastflesh seemed to be what was needed for them to add moore punishment but it may have been the way my massive boobs squirted milk as the continued to be pleasured. Ah. Punished.
The punishing drive lasted close to an hour and we finally halted outside a huge Country Mansion where I was quickly taken inside and given over to the charge of two huge, rubber clad butches wearinghigh rubber boots over rubber catsuits and over which they wore white rubber aprons. I was quickly moved into a locker room and shoved under a shower that was turned on, hot and powerful. And pushed to my knees so I might lap pussy while the duo worked over my still clad body with what felt like lye soap. Then found myself hung by the ankles so my boots might drain and during which excercise I was made to lick two very pungeant assholes. I decided I didn't like these two. Decided I didn't like 'em even worse when Helga, or it might have been Bertha, grabbed me from behind so her bestest buddy could train a bottle of vodka down my throat, forcing me to consume it. At least, it rid me of the taste of the assholes assholes. Trouble was, I had no tolerance for alcohol and was soon quite tipsy which didn't seem to matter since I was being carried along again, my boot toes only just keeping pace on the ground.
It looked like I was being taken onto some kind of stage and again, had my gloved wrists manicled high and apart, my long booted legs again pulled wide open to leadly display me since my microskirt rode up with too much ease.
"Welcome to this Month's sex slave sale, Ladies, Gentlemen and fellow perverts... We have our usual grand choice of tasty morsels for your consideration and enslavement and we shall be, as usual, running a few through their paces for you..."
The curtains opened and revealed a large auditorium with couches and armchairs filled with obviously very rich people, some Oriental, some Arab, some Black and some Caucasian. There were members of the Maffia, the Russian Maffia, the Chinese Tongs, the Japanese Yakuza and various criminal factions from the African Continent as well as some Arabic Nations. The one speaking into the microphone was clearly Oriental, possibly Chinese and with a fantastic body if the lay of her black rubber jodphur outfit was an indication.
Her latex blouse was white, wide collared and with voluminous sleeves down to just past the elbows and which tucked into flaring black rubber gauntlets. Her jodphurs were tucked into black rubber boots with six inch heels and that reached the middle of her knees. In one gloved hand, she held the microphone and held a bull whip in the other.
She turned suddenly and sent the whip in my direction in a fierce cut that slived above my boobs, rending my blouse. That was just the start as she used that whip in a downright surgical manner to slice away atmy clothing save for my high boots and gauntlets, leaving me denuded for all to see, boobs bobbing up and down and almost sloshing. She stopped after all the sliced rubber she'd worked on was gone and called to the two Butches.
"Time for a nice corset... See to her corsetting..."
One of the Butches, I don't know if it was Bertha or Helga, didn't much care by now, brought out a lucite trough full of water and, immersed in it, a raw leather, multi studded corset that looked like it was metal stayed. The other placed the dripping garment around my waist and started buckling and pulling on it, gradually compressing my already lythe waistline by inch after painful inch. Because of the metal stays, my spine was being bent as well, sending my not inconsiderable rear end outward as if I was wearing a late eiteenth Century bussle. For my part, I was hoping the drool that had begun from my pussy was not plainly visible to the audience but surely my rock hard, by now, nipples were. I was trying my hardest to disguise orgasms that just kept cumming and was drooling from my mouth while my nostrils were flaring in excitement. I was having to breathe in small gasps as my waist was brought down to an unbeleivable eighteen inches and managed "Maybe you could get me down to seventeen inches..."
They did. Get my waistline down to seventeen and now the reason for the wet leather corset emerged. As the raw leather dried, it contracted, constricting me even further, causing more pain/pleasure. Causing me to cum again.
"My Woman desires to see how obedient this one is..." Came a strong voice from an obese Eastern European who was smoking a cigar and who's hand was buried in the blouse of the Blond beside him. When the beautiful Oriental nodded, she rose and came up on the stage. Was moments later looking me over like a piece of prime beef as she moved around me on very expensive boots to the knees into which beige leather jeans were bloused. She removed her beige leather blouson and handed it to one of the Butches, revealing massive boobs well displayed in an overly tight beige halter top and shoulder length black kid gloves that matched the color and shine of her high boots.
Her gloved hands came up and cupped my boobs and I could see surprise on her face as she realised they were real and not the silicone jobs usually found in California. There was a cruel glint in her eyes as she then grasped my nipples and showed herself to be stronger than she looked by pinching them viciously before attempting to twist them around. I gasped in pain and shuddered in orgasm. She then stepped back and slapped me hard across the face once, twice, three times and a fourth time. Shocking me as well as the audience. She brought her knee up between my legs with such strength that both my boots left the ground and then looked down at the knee of her leather jeans that was discolored by my femoils. She didn't look in the least bit annoyed but bent down and, using that untold strength, drove a glove fist deep in my pussy that thanked the fist by flooding the leather of the glove. She then sought and found my clittie and started wanking it like a little cock and proving I'm a squirter when excited and was now squirting my resultant excitement on her black boots.
"I will bet you would like me to strap on a big dildo and fuck that big ass of yours..." She said, loue enough for the audience to hear. What could a full blown sexy Superheroine do? I nodded. And got two wet gloved slaps across my viasge that rocked me from side to side. "You will address me as Mistress and you will ask me to fuck your butt..."
What could I do? "Mistress. Pu-leeze... Would you fuck my big butt with a huge dildo?"
Of course it was a set up. Not a moment after I'd issued those words than the beauty was being presented with a humungous strap on dildo in ebony rubber which she had help to strap it over her leather pants, huge and menacing. She then used my own juices as she lubricated the cudgel for all to see, had two big gang members turn the device I was bound on sideways to the audience and grasped my lush hips, driving forward from behind me. And reaming into my asshole without missing the target by a centimeter.
Then showed her remarkably good physical dondition by reaming in and out, gradually having more of the huge cudgel drive deep into me at every thrust. I felt like the Jolly Green Giant had taken up a nightmarish residence in my asshole as she churned in and out and I could feel the leather of her pants slamming against my asscheeks. I lost it again when her gloved hands now sought and found my torrid boobs and went to use them as convenient handles, ebonyclad fingers crushing into mamm meat as if trying to destroy those apendages. And bringing streams of milk forth for their effort. And shudderings of cummings from the rapee.
"Keep doin' what you're doin', Blondie... But git your hands out a' the way... Ah aim to tie up them titties..."
What? Were these chicks kinky of what? This one was a reject from a Russ Meyer Western Movie, perhaps. A big Brunette totally encased in a rubber cowgirl costume, obviously custom and very expensive. The boots alone, cut cowgirl style at the top with white rubber piping, six inch stiletto heels, cost more than a morgage payment on a large mansion. Bloused into them was a pair of black rubber, low riser jeans held up by a wide black rubber belt. Her black rubber and white piping blouse was strictly Nudie Western style while it's sleeves bloused into gauntlets of the same material, like the boots and blouse, piped in white rubber. And the Cowgirl hat was something I'd love to own in white, although her's, again, was back as surely was her heart, but with the tell tale white piping around the brim. I knew she needed the gloves to protect her hands from the thin, rough hemp rope she carried and which she used to start encircling my boobs.
This was another strong one and this one certainly knew how to rope to hurt. She quickly had my boobs surrounded by strands of rope she was pulling tight. Tighter, Constricting their bases individually before finally starting to rope them together as the breasts hardened due to lack of oxygen. And then pressed on to surround each breast at it's mid point, adding to her leverage by sticking a boot toe in my twat and pushing on that leg while pulling rope with gloved hands. I was too busy gasping so couldn't even compliment her on how she was making me look like a gal with four, not two, boobs. And those boobs were showering her black rubber with white streams of liquid which was adding to my femoils spurting over her crotch from my clittie.
She wasn't done yet and pulled out what looked like fishing gut, now proceded to bind my already well engorged nipples and then bring them horrendously together. I continued to shudder from the continuing assault on my ass and the audience was clearly paying rapt attention, trying to figure out how much more I could take befpre crying Auntie. They gasped when a Germanic looking Gal in red latex pushed the Cowgirl aside, one red rubber hand full of what looked like shish-ka-bob skewers and now, with strength, started inserting those skewers into already tortured boobflesh. I was hurting badly and hurting with so much pleasure I could not help the continuing orgasms that freight trained through my absorbing form. And my tits were starting to look like tit travesties as they continued to take on abusrd shape and metal implants while blood drooled down the stems of the skewers. The worst-best were the two skewers she slowly fed into my milk ducts hoping, perhaps, to stem the flow from those nipples and didn't succede.
"As you can see, my friends... This one is a slut who can take anything you want her to... And love it. We will start the bidding shortly..."
"She ain't proved she likes to get stuffed by real men... Loves the gals, though... You better get them ropes off her before her boobs drop off, though..."
My two assailants moved away from me so quickly as to bring a sob from me. They'd been hurting me so darned good. But the Chinese gal strode forward, bull whip in gloved hand and started a precise whipping that tore one after another skewer from my boobs before surgically starting to cut the hemp of the ropes with power and great aim. She made sure that my nipples, my pussy, my clittie and my asshole got equal visits from the lead tip of the whip while rending the rope. That was truly getting my libido to scream and the pain-pleasure almost had me swooning. Almost. The pain of blood rushing back to fill those bags of mine was humungous and I gasped as pleasure coursed through me, shuddering obviously.
Somewhere in the dim recesses of my mind, the facts ran rampant. I was not supposed to get myself captured and I was not supposed to take on all cummers in kinky and sexual debouchery. I was suposed to be finding out how to take down this gang of slave traders and not letting them make a slave out of me.
Not the first time my plans had gone wrong. "Besides..." I reasoned to myself reasonably. "I'm learning about the gangs from the inside..." (I almost giggled at the thought, managed to catch myself as I watched what looked like a low vaulting horse brought onto the stage. An uncomfortable vaulting horse because I guessed, rightly, that I was the one who was about to be bound to the device.
The manicles were all undone and my rubbery legs just went out from under me. I felt about as strong as a two day old pussy cat but there was plenty of help at hand to place me on the well studded device where my booted thighs and gloved wrists became bound again, legs well splayed. And had two guys join me on the floor, huge cocks at full mast and bound for two holes most willing to receive them. Some Superheroine, moi! I just came along for the program and added a few cummings of my own as they royally reamed me before making moist, hot deposits well inside me.
They let forty gang members have me before it seemed to be over. Must have been obvious to the naysayers that I enjoyed each and every guy as much as I enjoyed each and every gal but the Chinese gal was not done with me yet.
She isntructed the issuance of rubber raincoats, umbrellas and rubber boots to those who were not wearing them. Except to me. Well. I was still in my rubber boots and gloves but... No rain coat. She atached a slave collar around my neck and had me taken off the device, crawl behind her cheeky ass on hands and knees outside where I found out that this estate was not just a mansion, but a working farm as well. Found myself pushed through the fence gate into a goat pen with deep mud from the inclement weather and the scores of little cloved hooves. Found myself falling as stilletto heels could not maintain my balance in calf deep muck and broke my fall with my gloved arms that went almost elbow deep. And found myself staring into olve eyes belonging to two kids (The goat kind) that had spotted the spiggots on my front real estate. And I was stuck fast!
The two beasties seemed to recognise what had been taken away from them only a short time before and dcided to make up for lost time. Both showed how strong and sharp goat teeth were as both chomped on with relish and butted in to get milk flowing. Succeded too, to their happiness and to the glee of the audience who were getting off on seeing me feed the little guys. I must have sqealed at that point as a full grown goat reared, got his forelegs around my corsetted body and thrust deep. Impaled me on sixteen inches of beastly device and rammed right through any defences this nursing nanny might put up. And decided he was getting his despite there being very little fur on the one he was having his way with. He went to town, pounding in me so hard I could feel his balls slapping on my clittie as I rammed back into his every thust, again in a lustful manner. I was too busy to note that gradually, many of the members of the audience were turning and leaving in disgust.
"Surely you will bid high for a slave such as this one... She will do anything you require sexually and then do the chores on your farms, take care of the Animals, too..." Said the Mistress of Ceremony as understanding started to dawn. These people wanted sex slaves in the worst possible way, slaves who would do chores and service the Man and Woman of the House. Not someone who would become a patsy for a beast with so much ease. And at that moment came the tones of the Law Enforcement community demanding the surrender of the gang and guests.
My bleary eyes looked upward, up a pair of bacl rubber crotch high boots and a black rubber micro coat on dusky thighs, the goat having finished his needs, as had the kids.
"Good going Girlfriend... Getting 'em outside where arrests were easier..."
"Nymph... I wouldn't have guessed... Get me out of here..."
To be sure, my bath that night was long and luxurious. Comfortable, too, with the partner I had in the large tub.
Nymph explained she knew exactly how I was and why I was in Hollywood, was part of the local Vice Squad and charged with keeping an eye on me. When the gang had grabbed me, she decided to let things run to see where they went, just followed and figured I looked like I was having a blast.
"I'm surprised you want anything to do with me after seeing that goat reaming me so well..." I said.
"Just part of the buisness, girlfriend... Sometime I'll tell you about getting porked by a boar hawg..."
Hey. It happened in our kind of buisness...
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