MRWADE49.STY BY MASTER WADE
Ashleigh--1932
Part Four
When Ashleigh regained conciousness she found herself still bound
by the handcuffs and the heavy chain, but slowly became aware that her
legs were now supported by stirrup type supports at the top of two big
posts which had been inserted into the floor. The stirrups fit just
behind her knees and under her lower thighs, allowing her calves to
hang naturally downward, but yet keeping her legs spread opened
widely. It was a much more comfortable position than she had
experienced prior to this, but the pain at her wrists was still very
real. She felt a glob of something, either cunt juice or cum she
assumed, run down one of her cunt lips and was aware of it falling to
the floor. She wished she could look beneath her to see if she had
caused a puddle on the floor yet, but she couldn't see directly
beneath herself in the position she was in.
Ashleigh looked around hopefully for Razley, wishing that he
would continue to fuck her. She had never been so wonderfully filled,
even the black man in the theatre had failed to stretch her cunt open
so completely. But she couldn't find him anywhere. She became aware
that I was talking to the girls in the gallery, instructing them in
some way.
What I was actually doing was giving each girl a position in line
for their turn with Ashleigh. I had become very familiar with the
girls over the months and years that they had been in my stable and I
was able to arrange their turns with Ashleigh in such a way as to let
her passion rise and fall in intensity. I knew she would still be
eager to be filled, and there were certain girls who were especially
adept at fisting. I tried to space these girls out so that Ashleigh
could be given a fist just at the times that she would need one the
most. In between the "fisters" I placed girls who loved to eat pussy
and who would bring out the hunger in Ashleigh that still coursed so
wildly through her used body.
Once they had arranged themselves in the proper order in the
gallery, I sat down on the front row prepared to watch the action that
was about to take place. One by one the girls took their places,
kneeling in the floor between Ashleigh's sweaty but beautiful legs and
licking her wet and stretched open fuck hole. It thrilled me to watch
some of these girls eat pussy. There were a few who had had to
acquire a taste for cunt juice, but there were others who craved it
from the very first. They had all become cunt sucking experts and
could make any woman tremble and moan in almost no time as they licked
and sucked at her pussy.
The girls knew that I imposed no time limit on them for their
time with Ashleigh, and the one's who really craved juice took lots of
time. The first girl to eat her was one of those and she ate Ashleigh
through two more orgasm's before resuming her place in the gallery.
The next girl was very talented and in a very short time Ashleigh was
trembling in the heat of yet another orgasm.
The first girl to fist Ashleigh was perhaps the most talented
"fister" in the group. Her hand wasn't as large as some of the others
who would fist her, but she really got off on fisting cunts and loved
to twist and turn her hand when it was up inside the woman she was
fucking. Perhaps since she was a bit smaller she could reach further
inside and often she told me she had been able to get her middle
finger into the cervix of some women. Not all women liked this, but
the ones who did went absolutely crazy when they felt the long thin
finger entering their womb and after having experienced it the first
time often begged hotly for it on other occasions.
Melanie's smile and glance over to me told me that Ashleigh was
going to be one of these women. It was also obvious by the hot
whimpers coming from deep within Ashleigh as Melanie worked her finger
in and out of her womb.
"Oh God!! Yes!! Fuck my womb! That feels so wonderful! Fuck me
deeper...God!!! Shove it deep! Give me your whole hand inside my
womb...PLEASE!!", she cried.
Melanie fisted her for a very long time, bringing Ashleigh to
four orgasms before tiring. Ashleigh passed out once more, but I
didn't stop the women and continued to let them lick and fist the slut
at their leisure. Several of the girls who ate her also enjoyed her
ass as well, both licking it with their tongues and slipping fingers
inside it as their tongues plumbed the depths of her dripping cunt.
Ashleigh came to for varying periods of time now as the girls
continued to take turns with her. I stopped counting her orgasms and
after a bit grew rather weary of the whole thing and went back to the
bar for another drink, leaving the girls to their fun.
When I returned I found Melanie using her again, and this time in
addition to putting a finger in her womb she had managed to get three
fingers up into Ashleigh's ass. Ashleigh's orgasm this time was the
most vocal of the night and she literally screamed her passion into
the room.
As time went on and the hour grew later the girls began to drop
out of the action and leave in pairs until there were only four women
left. I knew these women well enough to know that they would use
Ashleigh all night long if I let them, and I enjoyed their hunger as
much as they did. Ashleigh perhaps enjoyed it more than anyone else
and still seemed just as insatiable as she had at the beginning of the
evening. She had long since ceased being coherent in her comments and
with glazed eyes merely moaned words like "fuck" and "so hot" over and
over again.
With the help of the other girls I took Ashleigh down from her
perch and laid her on the training table once again. This time I
allowed the girls to use the straps and whips on her, and this time
our little trembling whore begged to be hurt as they let the leather
strike her still red skin. It was no longer necessary to bind her
wrists and ankles, as Ashleigh needed the discipline as badly as she
did fucking. I watched the continuous flow of juice from her cunt
puddle on the black leather and stream off the end of the table as the
women worked her over with the cane and whips and smiled as her body
spasmed with even more orgasm's merely from the way she was being
used.
When her backside had been thoroughly whipped the girls turned
Ashleigh over and began whelping her front, letting the thick leather
strike her upper thighs, her belly and her tits. She seemed to
especially like the whipping of her tits and I had to control the
girls to keep them from scarring them. They were too lovely to bear
any permanent scars, regardless of Ashleigh's desire. She also began
begging to be slapped on her cunt and the girls made especially
effective use of the cane and the whip in that area, bringing her to
several more orgasms.
Finally, in spite of Ashleigh's protests, I made the girls stop
whipping her and had them lay her on her back on the concrete floor.
Then I allowed them each to sit on her face and grind their juicy fuck
holes into her mouth until they had each orgasmed. Ashleigh loved
this as well, and eagerly sucked at their cunts, begging for more and
more juice. Monique, after having come against Ashleigh's face
several times, begged me to let her urinate in her mouth, and I
granted her wish and the wish of the others girls that followed. They
sprayed her body with urine as they squated over her, adding their hot
piss to the mixture of cunt juice and sweat that already covered her.
When they were done I had them carry Ashleigh out to the Lincoln
and lay her in the back seat nude. Then I instructed Anthony to take
her back to Big Roy and to make sure that he saw her in her present
condition. I also instructed Ashleigh to tell Big Roy everything that
had been done to her and told her to beg Big Roy to let her have
another cock before she slept.
Several days later there was a knock at my door and one of Big
Roy's "associates" was standing there with a black valise in his
hand. He handed it to me and said, "Big Roy said to thank you. He
says if this isn't enough to let him know and he'll bring the rest.
He also says to give him a call if you ever need Ashleigh for
anything."
When I opened the valise I discovered it was filled with ten
dollar bills. It amounted to something over $10,000, the most I had
ever been paid for my services, and enough for me to live on for three
years even with a very leisurely life style. I spent many more hours
with Ashleigh over the next several months until she and Big Roy were
killed in a gangland shootout on the east side. I'll never forget
her, and if I live to be a hundred I doubt that I will ever find
another slave slut as beautiful or as insatiable as Ashleigh, in 1932.