Strong hands grabbed hold of Karen Anderson's arms the moment she stepped into her dead husband's office. She started to scream, but another hand closed tightly around her long, slender throat and cut off the cry. She struggled for a moment, but the pain in her arms and lack of oxygen soon quieted her. In the darkness she couldn't even see her attackers. Her husband's plant had always had top-notch security, how had someone managed to get inside and all the way into his office?

The lights came on, and now Karen wanted to scream even more. Standing in front of her was her husband's partner, Mark Drey!

Twisting her head around she saw that the man holding her from behind was the plant foreman, Wayne Waldheim. Just an hour before, as her first act as new head of her husband's company, she had presented Mark with a forced buy-out plan that would drive him from the company, and she had given Wayne his walking papers. She'd never liked either one of them.

"Let me go this instant!" Karen hissed between clenched teeth. Mark's hand around her throat was still blocking off most of her air, and she felt a little faint. "You two must be crazy as well as crooked and incompetent. I'll have you in prison for this!"

"You're a beautiful woman, Karen," Mark said mildly. He was a giant of a man with afull black beard and steely eyes. He owned parts of a hundred different companies. "Much better than your limp-pricked husband ever deserved. But you're a bitch, and you made a mistake when you fucked with me. Now I'm going to have to humble you!"

"What he means," Wayne drawled laconical ly from behind her, "is fuck your hot little ass into the dirt!"

Karen began to struggle again, her eyes widening and her heart hammering in her chest. They couldn't mean that. Trying to scare her into backing down was one thing, even breaking into her new office and trying to force her to listen to them. But rape? She couldn't believe that a man as powerful as Mark Drey would do something so stupid.

But she could see the lust in Mark's eyes and she knew they were serious. She'd seen this look before, from boys she wouldn't date in school, from men who came to see her dance before her marriage, from the men who worked for her husband.

It was a mix of lust and hatred, and though she'd always loved getting that look before, now she dreaded it, because unlike all the others, Mark could act on what he felt.

Mark smiled when he saw the dawning terror in Karen's eyes. He stepped back, surveying her openly, inspecting her body. She was an exquisitely beautiful woman.

She was tall, with a dancer's long, muscled legs and tight, taut ass. Her waist was narrow, her stomach cupping in beneath the cut of her ribs. Her tits, though not too large, thrust high and firm on her chest. She was sleek and tanned, made for sex, and Mark was going to put her to use.

Even her face was perfect. High cheekbones, full lips, blonde hair struck through with darker highlights. Her eyes were wide and brown, her nose long and straight.

Mark wanted to see her full lips straining around his cock. He wanted to see her perfect features dripping with his cum.

She wore pearls, a fluffy, pale-pink sweater, stylish pants in the same color, white three- inch heels. Mark took hold of the collar of her sweater with both hands and yanked down as hard as he could, ripping the front to shreds.

"No," Karen whimpered. They were actually going to fuck her. She could see it in their eyes. "Stop it! Stop it now and I won't tell anyone!"

"Look at those tits." Mark sighed, ignoring her, and he grabbed one in each hand.

Karen almost never wore a bra. Now she wished she did as Mark abused her lush tits, squeezing them until her flesh bulged out between his fingers. Wayne was grinding against her from behind, and she could feel the hard length of his cock rubbing her ass through the thin protection of her pants. She was surrounded by male flesh. She wished she were dead.

Mark dropped one hand from her tits and began to lick and bite at one nipple while he pinched the other. Karen forced herself to remain silent, not wanting to give the two monsters the benefit of hearing her cry.

She almost whimpered, though, when she realized that Mark's hand had left her tit to travel down to the waistband of her pants.

"We're going to fuck you good, pretty lady," Wayne hissed into her ear. "We're going to fuck every hole you've got! And you're going to love it!"

"No!" Karen moaned, though whether she was answering Wayne or reacting to Mark un- fastening her pants she wasn't sure. "I'll let you keep your part of the company, Mark. I won't fire you, Wayne. Please stop, though! Please just stop!"

"Too late for that," Mark replied, stripping her pants down her legs until they lay puddled around her ankles. "You fucked up when you pulled your stunt this morning. If it makes you feel any better though, I'd decided to train your hot little ass as soon as I heard your husband died!"

Karen had to fight back her tears. Now she was standing almost nude between the two men, her sexy tits revealed through the tatters of her sweater and only a pair of transparent pink panties hiding her creamy ass and pink cunt from their eyes. Wayne began to nibble and lick his way over one ear and the side of her neck, and Mark bit down so hard on her nipple that she thought he'd bitten it off. She realized now that there was nothing she could do to keep these two men from using her body any they liked.

"Look at that cunt," Mark said, and his hand slipped back and forth over the spot where Karen's thin panties protected her pussy-lips.

"You should be looking at this ass," Wayne replied, hunching against her silky, panty- covered ass while he slobbered and bit at Karen's cheek and jaw.

"Don't worry, I will." Mark whipped off his belt and Karen cringed back in fear until he grabbed her wrists and used the belt to tie them together. "Let's get this bitch in an easier spot to fuck!"

Mark jerked Karen along using the belt as a leash. When he'd walked her to her husband's old desk, he circled around to the other side and

then yanked on the belt as hard as he could. Karen tried to resist being flung against the desk, but Wayne kicked her feet out from under her and she went flying forward.

She moaned in pain as her elbows and tits and hips banged against the hard wood. Wayne snickered and Mark smiled as he tied the other end of his belt to the casement of the window, pulling Karen's arms painfully while Wayne held her hips to keep her in place.

"We need to tie her legs or she'll slide over the desk," Wayne said with something like disinterest. His cock was still in his pants but he was humping Karen's ass steadily. "I want her legs spread out good!"

"Don't worry," Mark answered. "If I know Karen's late, lamented hubby-" he pulled open the top desk drawer "-ah yes. Ties. Will it make you feel better to be staked out with your husband's ties, Karen?"

"You bastard!" Karen hissed, tears in her eyes as Wayne tied first one ankle and then the other to the front legs of the desk. He pulled her pants off to spread her legs but left her shoes on. "You aren't half the man my husband was!"

"I think you're wrong, there, bitch!" Mark unzipped his pants while Wayne chuckled. "I think you're very wrong there."

Karen screamed for the first time when she saw Mark pull his cock from his pants. Her mind refused to accept what her eyes were seeing. She'd seen porno movies when she was younger, with the big studs who acted in them. Her' own husband had been no slouch and she'd thought his seven inches was just about right.

What Mark pulled out didn't even look like it belonged on a human being. It was over a foot long and it was as thick as the fat end of a baseball bat. Its head was bigger than a baseball and colored bright red, and angrily throbbing blue veins coursed up and down its length. And it was growing quickly, menacingly erect.

"No!" Karen screamed. "You're not putting that in me! You're not touching me with that! No, no, no, no!"

"Oh shut up, Karen," Mark sighed. It was as though he'd expected her reaction and found it tiresome to have to play it through. "I'll let you warm up with Wayne first. For now just suck my cock."

"How long's it been since that sick old fuck of a husband managed to get it up?" Wayne pulled the tiny band of her panties away from her cunt and stared at her pussy. "I bet you're really dying for a hard fuck."

"Or two," Mark added, his monster cock pointing toward her face.

"Or ten," Wayne finished, unzipping his pants and pulling out a cock that topped ten inches itself.

Karen grunted at the unexpected intrusion of Wayne's cock as he plowed it into her dry, tight cunt. No foreplay, no thought to getting her ready, she realized now that they were going to be brutal and unmerciful in the way they used her body.

Wayne's cock felt like sandpaper as it rasped over her dry cunt- walls, and he plunged into her fully on his very first thrust. Karen's hips banged painfully against the desk and she just hoped that he'd cum quickly and finish with her

Mark stepped closer to her and held his cock up above her face. His balls were huge too, bigger than eggs, and as he stepped closer, Karen was overcome with the base smell of his crotch. Mark could see the fear and disgust on her face and he smiled. He slapped his huge cock across her cheek.

"Suck!" When she shook her head, he raisesd his cock up and hit her with it again.

Karen still shook her head, her cheek smarting from the sharp blows he was giving her with his cock. She grunted with each plunge of Wayne's cock into her unwilling cunt, the air driven from her lungs by the brutal force of his thrusting. Her cunt already felt like raw ham- burger from the reaming Wayne was giving her. She almost wished that her cunt would start to juice up, if oniy to save her from serious injury.

Mark bashed her with his cock again, this time across the bridge of her nose. Karen felt sick at being beaten with a man's cock, but she wasn't going to give in. She couldn't keep them from fucking her cunt if they wanted, but at least she could keep her mouth shut to them. Mark's next blow hit her squarely across her lips, almost knocking her mouth open. She wondered if it was possible to be beaten to death with a prick.

"Suck!" Mark's voice was calm, commanding. His tone told Karen that he knew that sooner or later she was going to obey him. It made her want to resist even more.

His cock was leaking pre-cum now, and Mark stopped her prick- whipping to rub the slimy juices over her face. He painted her cheeks with his fuck-lube, then rubbed his cock all over her nose so that all Karen could smell was the scent of male excitement. He even rubbed the fat head of his cock into her eyes so that Karen couldn't open them without being stung by the salty liquid. And he leaked so much, more than her husband ever had, more than any of the few men she'd ever allowed to touch her body.

"I don't know if her husband ever fucked her," Wayne growled, driving into her with all the strength his powerful body could muster. "She's tight as a little girl, and a dead-fish fuck to boot. I guess you'll take care of the tight part, anyway." "Move your ass for Wayne!" Mark ordered, painting Karen's lips with his greasy pre-cum. "And open your mouth, Karen, before I get impatient."

"Fuck, I can get her to move her ass," Wayne said with a laugh. Karen felt sick wfth horror at the thought of what Wayne had in mind. "You ready, you dead cunt? A little pain might do you good!"

Wayne dropped his hands from around Karen's hips and began to pinch the tanned, flawless skin of her ass. She groaned in pain as his fingernails tore into her satiny skin, buck- ing wildly to avoid the ripping pain. He caught tiny pieces of her flesh between his fingernails and then sliced into it, burning agony through her lithe body. She squirmed helplessly from the sudden, intense agony.

"Oh yeah!" Wayne shouted, fucklng her harder now, riding her like a rodeo horse. "I'm warming her cunt up now. She's fucking almost like she knows what she's doing."

Karen twisted desperately, trying to escape Wayne's punishing fingers or give him enough pleasure that he would st9p pinching. She opened her mouth wide for- Mark, sick at giving in to them but knowing that she was helpless. If the pinching was the first thing they thought of to bend her to their will, she didn't want to think about what they'd do if she drove them further.

Wayne stopped pinching her when he saw her open her mouth for Mark, but he pulled his belt off and doubled it in his hands. As Mark began to push the monstrous head of his prick against the tightly stretched ring of Karen's mouth, Wayne began to beat her with the belt.

Karen screamed again, her mouth going wider, and Mark managed to drive the tip of the head of his cock into her mouth. She writhed and twisted wildly on the desk, unable to understand why they were still punishing her now that she was going along with them, unable even to plead with them now that Mark had wedged her mouth wide open with the tip of his cock.

Mark bludgeqned forward, grinning at the way Karen's lips were stretched like a rubber band around the huge girth of his cock. His cock was really too big around to go into the helpless widow's mouth, but he forced it in anyway, thinking about the way Karen had teased her husband's employees, about the way she'd treated him like an errand boy. Now she was choking on his cock and taking a beating and a fucking at once. And he was just starting the process of paying the bitch back.

Wayne beat Karen with a brutal abandon. He laid the doubled leather strap of his belt first

against her ass and then across the tanned, muscled curve of her back. She bucked and jiggled under his attack, screwing herself against his fucking cock in a frenzy. And she was getting juicy, too. Wayne beat her harder, hisown excitement growing as her cunt worked frantically on his big prick.

Mark forced more of his cock into Karen's mouth, and the world started to go fuzzy for her. He had only two inches of his cock lodged in her mouth, not even all of the ghastly head, and already she felt as though her jaws had been sprung.

Her back and ass were burning with the beating that Wayne was giving her and her cunt felt as though it had been fucked with a club instead of a cock.

She cold feel her cunt clasping on Wayne's cock and slicking, but that was more out of self defense than excitement. Her whole body was acting in defense against the brutal sexual attack the two men were dealing her. Mark's clear, sticky pre-cum was leaking steadily into her mouth now, and her mouth was filling with saliva as well. The saliva and fucklube were coursing back out of her mouth, staining Mark's cock and Karen's pretty face. She couldn't open her mouth any farther, but Mark's cock was lodging it farther open as he drove relentlessly forward. When the fist-sized head of his cock hit the back of Karen's mouth, she opened her eyes and almost fainted when she saw that a foot of wrist thick cock still extended out of her mouth.

"Ready to deep-throat me, Karen?" Mark asked mockingly. "Wait until I put this up your ass!"

Karen's mind was whirling away from her now. There was too much going on. She couldn't breathe at all as Mark's cock clogged her throat. Wayne was slowly beating her unconscious, and for some reason her cunt was burning hotiy as Wayne drove his prick into her.

She realized dimiy that it had been months since her husband had fucked her, and though she'd never liked men much, she and her husband had enjoyed themselves sexually before his illness. She couldn't be getting hot, though, not while being fucked like this!

"Fuck me, bitch!" Wayne shouted, watching Karen's tanned, taut ass shimmy as he drove his cock into her and laid the belt across her shoulders. "Suck up my cum you high-class twat!"

Karen moaned incoherently deep in her throat. Her cunt was clamping on Wayne's cock like a clenching fist. Her juices were leaking out of her pussy and wetting the golden hair of her cunt and the powerful stock of Wayne's prick. Her whole body was on fire, from the fucking, from the beating, from the cock that was smothering her. The muscles in her arms and legs stood out like steel cords as she strained against the bonds that held them. Mark drove his cock in harder, plugging her throat, flattening her tonsils as he shoved inch after inch of his gigantic prick past the stretched ring of her lips. Saliva and pre-cum bubbled past the tight ring, leaving smears on her cheeks and chin. There was a constant drip of fuck- juice down her throat now, too. This was the first cock other than her husband's that Karen had ever sucked, and now she was drinking his precum. She knew that soon she'd get more to drink than that.

She tried to apply suction to Mark's cock as he drove it into her. tried to do anything that would get him to stop driving his cock down her throat and let her breathe. There wasn't much she could do, though, with her jaws levered unnaturally far apart and her tongue smashed flat to the bottom of her mouth. She could use her cunt on Wayne's cock, though, and she fucked back against him with animal lust now, her mind confused about whether she was just trying to end his brutal fucking and beating of her or if she were truly excited.

Suddenly Mark pulled back, his cock sliding slowly out of Karen's throat and back through her mouth, its leaving almost as painful as its entrance. Finally even the fat, red head popped free and Mark laid his cock on Karen's cheek. It was slick with her saliva and leaked a steady stream of pre-cum on her face, but Karen was grateful that Mark had taken it out of her mouth.

She tried to close her mouth again and couldn't quite seem to do it, and her throat felt raw. She prayed that Mark wouldn't stick it down her throat again.

"Karen, suck and lick my cock! Kiss it and suck it and lick it until I shoot and I won't make you swallow it all again!" Mark grinned, seeing that the slickness of her saliva only reached about halfway back his giant shaft. "And you only swallowed half of it that time."

Tied on her stomach and with her hands bound far above her head, it was almost impossible for Karen to do what Mark asked, but she stuck her tongue out of her mouth and twisted her neck until it burned with pain to lick and kiss his cock. His cock shifted lazily across her face and Mark made no move to help her as she tried to balance it on her cheek while she kissed and licked it. Wayne laughed at her desperate eagerness to please Mark and slapped her creamy sides with his belt. He fucked her even harder, the jolts of his body driving her against the desk, making her task even harder.

Karen smooched and gnawed the underside of Mark's massive cock, running her tongue along first one pulsing vein and then another as she moved her head up and down the footand-a-half- long cock. She dribbled saliva on it and then licked it off and flapped her tongue along every inch of its ghastly length.

Taking a chance, she caught the very tip of the head between her lips and held it there while she teased her tongue over the head. She even stuck her tongue in his piss-hole, and he rewarded her with a burst of fuck-juice that overflowed her mouth and dripped in lines down her face.

Every inch of Karen's back was burning red with the beating that Wayne had given her. She arched her back against his blows and drove her clutching cunt back against his cock. Wayne fucked into her pussy while he raised the belt above his head and pulled back for another thrust while he brought the belt crashing down.

"Here, Karen, I guess I'll just have to help you." Mark sounded disgusted and Karen felt a flush of shame at his disapproval that made her wonder if she were losing her mind. He reached up and loosened the belt long enough to pull one of her hands free, then tightened it on the other. "Now you'd better finish me off or I'm going to introduce your throat to the other half of my cock." Karen grabbed hold of his monster prick immediately. Her hand didn't even reach halfway around it, but she jacked his cock determinedly and held it close to her mouth so that she could kiss and lick its head. She worked on it as though she were in a frenzy, her hand a blur as she jacked it up and down the monster, her tongue lashing and her lips smooching as though there was nothing in the world she cared for as much as the gargantuan cock that hovered above her.

"Oh Karen, yes!" Markhissed, and his hips began to buck for the first time. His pre-cum dripped in lewd strands from Karen's lush lips and his cock jerked so powerfully that it almost escped her manic grip. "I think I'm going to have fun training you. I think you're going to be a perfect little slave."

Karen refused to believe what was happening. She was lashed over her dead husband's desk, being fucked and beaten by his plant foreman while she jacked and sucked off the freakish cock of his crazy partner.

And she was cumming. Somehow, in some pervers, insane way, this was making her cum. She writhed insanely against Wayne's brutalizing cock, her cunt dripping juice, her body on fire.

"Tell us you love it!" Mark ordered.

"I love it," Karen muttered against the steady spritzing of Mark's pre-cum in her face.

"Tell us what you love!" Mark ordered, his hand digging beneath her to crush one of her tits.

"I love you fucking me! I love your giant cock!" Karen's hips were doing a dance above the table now, her ankles were bleeding from the strain she was putting on the bonds that held them.

"Ask me for my cum!" Mark ordered. Wayne was tearing into Karen's quivering ass-cheeks with the belt now, forcing her into even more frenzied thrashings against him.

"Please give me your cum. I want to suck it, I want to drink it. Please!" Karen's arm ached but she jerked harder yet, and her lips smooched desperately at the blood-red cock-head, her tongue licking circles around it.

"Ali right, Karen. Anything you ask!"

Mark began to cum. The first shot of his sperm hit Karen in her right eye and splattered over her face. It sealed her right eye shut.

The second shot flew straight into her mouth, too much for her to swallow all of it. She choked and cum stained her tongue silver, bubbled past her lips and traced a river over her cheeks.

The third blast drew a line from her right ear to the corner of her mouth, the fourth added a streak of silver to her hair. The fifth joined the second in her mouth and Karen was swallowing cum, choking on cum and drooling cum all over herself.

Wayne began to cum, too, his cock firing line after line of burning cum into Karen's battered, clutching cunt. She squealed as she came, her cunt gushing with her own fluids as Wayne filled it with his.

Her blonde cunt-mound was stained silver and her tanned thighs were painted with cum. Their twined juices poured from her spasming cunt onto the desk top and streamed down over its edge.

And Wayne continued to beat her, his blows now coming down in rhythm with the pulses of his jism in her sodden cunt. Mark fired burst after burst of gooey white stuff against Karen's face. Her hand never faltered in its jerking up and down on his prick, though, and she kept her mouth open, her tongue wagging, as he buried her face in slime. He stepped closer and she rubbed his still-leaking cock over the trails of jism he'd spurted on her, rubbing the cum into her face until she wore a solid mask of silver.

Finally it ended. Karen's orgasm faded, her hand slipped from around Mark's still-hard cock. He took some of her shining blonde hair in his hand and wiped his cock clean in it. Wayne pulled out too and rubbed his cock against the reddened, silky flesh of Karen's ass- cheeks. Karen slumped weakly against the desk, horror filling her mind as her orgasm faded.

"Welcome to the company," Mark said, amused at the way her cum-stained face flushed red. "I think we've found the perfect position for you."

Wayne laughed wildly and Karen thought she would die from shame. And then Wayne said the words that made her heart freeze in terror.

"Where do we fuck her next?"

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 leeringface.

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 memeory. 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 frm 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 fmger 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 iminediately 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 demomc 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 somone 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.

CHAPTER THREE

"Kill me!" Karen whimpered as Wayne loosened the tie that circled her elbows. "Just kill me and get it over with."

"Kill you?" Wayne sounded truly surprised. "But Karen, we're having so much fun."

Mark walked the two boys to the door and spoke to them for a minute before they left. Wayne untied Karen's arms and she buckled over, her piss-soaked blonde hair curtaining her face. She watched fat drops of piss fall from her hair.

"The whole section?" one of the boys asked loudly, and Karen tilted her head a little to look toward him.

"At afternoon break," Mark answered, his voice so low that Karen hardly heard him.

Karen didn't care. What could the running of a major company have to do with a slut whose body was beaded with droplets of four men's piss, whose tits had been beaten until they were fiery red, whose nipples stood out like hard pencil erasers and whose cunt leaked a steady stream of sex-juice even when none of the men were touching her?

"Okay now," Wayne said, stepping away from her and grinning. "You do the rest. Untie yourself, you lazy slut!"

Mark walked back across the room, stripping his clothes off as he crossed past Karen. He sat on the edge of a fancy four-poster bed and stroked his monster cock. It jutted like a spear from his muscular belly.

"Come on, piss-sucker!" Wayne growled, stripping his clothes off. His body rippled with muscles. His cock was only half hard, but it grew more erect as he watched her. "Untie your fucking legs. Or do you like sitting like that? We could arrange to leave you there for a long time!"

"No!" Karen cried, lifting her head to peer at the two men. Her arms were numb fm the way they'd been tied, but she brought them around and tried to unfasten the tie that locked her left knee to the arm of the chair. "No, please. I'll untie myself. I'll get down!"

Karen worked frantically at the tie, her fingers feeling cold and useless as she pulled at the knot-ted fabric. Wayne tapped his foot impatiently for a moment, then walked to the far wall of the room and took a long metal rod down off a set of hooks. He hit a button on it and it began go buzz. Karen's eyes grew large with terror and she tore the tie loose from her knee.

"Bravo!" Mark said snidely as Karen's knee slipped precariously low over the arm of the chair and the chair began to tilt. "Give her some encouragement, Wayne."

Karen worked frantically at the knot holding her ankle, twisting her body painfully to reach it, trying to ignore the pain that flared from her ankle and thigh now that the front rope was no longer there to support her weight. She balanced uneasily on her other leg as she pulled the second tie free.

With both ties on her left leg loose, Karen's weight shifted suddeniy to her right side and the chair started to tip. She waved her arms and tried to throw herself to her left, but at that moment Wayne poked the lip of her navel with the metal rod he held. Pain exploded through Karen's body and the chair toppled over.

"Good shot!" Mark laughed.

"Lazy fucking sleaze." Wayne muttered.

Karen's body shook uncontrollably on the floor. Electricity short- circuited her muscular control and she flopped like a dying fish. She barely felt the pain of her hard landing on the floor. It was nothing compared to the fire that was rushing down her veins. Wayne stepped forward to touch her again.

"Get to work, cum-sucker!" He touched the metal rod to the quivering fullness of Karen's lips.

It felt as though her head had been blasted off her body. Karen's arms shook, her fingers clutching at air. Saliva ran freely from her mouth. Her eyes bugged, then fluttered shut.

She twisted like a dying snake against the hard wood floor.

She thought that they must be killing her now, that this was how they'd decided to end it. Certainly that was what the cruel electrical prod was doing. She tried to speak, to beg them for her life, but only gibberish came out. She could no longer control her lips or tongue.

"Untie yourself, Karen," Mark said. "Wayne loves to use the shock stick, and he's very good with it. It could be twenty or thirty minutes before he even knocks you out."

Karen wanted to plead them for death now. She couldn't conceive of suffering this kind of pain for that long. She put her hands on the rope that held her right knee, but her arms were so much dead weight. With two doses of electricity still coursing through her and the time she'd spent being bound to the chair, she had no strength left.

"Bitch!" Wayne stuck the stick against the golden-furred mound of Karen's cunt. "Lazy bitch. When you get an order follow it!" Wayne leaned on the stick, forcing the head inside the mouth of Karen's cunt. Her body vibrated with the shock, her eyes glazing over and saliva pouring from her mouth. Desperately her fingernails tore at the tie on her knee, ripping the cloth away from her skin.

Her cunt juices poured from her to coat the stick, pulsing from inside her in waves. Her ass-cheeks flexed over nd over, her asshole dilating with the shockwaves.

Wayne drove the stick in deeper, watching the muscles of her stomach flexing out of control and her nipples fill with blood. Her tongue lolled from her mouth and her head thrashed, but her hands were ripping at the tie that held her right thigh. Driven to the brink of unconsciousness, she had almost freed herself.

Wayne leaned harder on the stick, driving half a foot of it into her cunt. Her pussy-lips fluttered like a butterfly's wings, and the wrenching of her cunt almost tore the stick from Wayne's hand. Her freed left leg was kicking wildly in the air, the silky flesh of her thigh tensed over knotted muscles.

Karen slammed her head against the floor and her eyes rolled back in her head and Wayne pushed harder yet, fucking her with the stick.

Karen freed her leg from the chair.

Wayne pulled the stick from her cunt, a sour look on his face. Karen continued to shimmy on the floor, though, her body twitching wildly on the bare wood. Her hand snaked down to her leaking cunt and she plunged two fingers deep inside herself, moaning low in her throat. Wayne and Mark exchanged a shocked glance. Karen added a third finger to the first two and drove them fully up inside her.

Karen was still shaking with the electricity. Her cunt-lips were vibrating with excitement. Was the stick still inside her? No, it was her fingers. She drove them in deeper, her hand shaking with shock and excitement. She scratched her buzzing clit with her fingernails and came again. All that mattered was cumming. All that mattered.

"Fuck, Mark, she's a crazy bitch," Wayne said, a little awed at the display Karen was putting on.

Her legs still hung limp, their muscles knotted with cramps, but both of her hands clawed at her cunt. Her pussy-lips were dark red now, filled with blood. She pulled at them with one hand while she speared fingers from the other deep inside her cunt. And she moaned, long low wails that sounded more animal than woman. Pussy-cream belched from her cunt.

"Come on, Karen, it's time for us to fuck," Mark said mildly. Karen ignored him, continuing to tear at her cunt with her fingers. "Wayne, you're going to have to pull her hands off that slimy cunt if she's ever going to listen."

Wayne nodded and grabbed a leather case off the wall. Pulling Karen's hands away from her pussy and holding them trapped in one hand, he slipped the case down over her arms. When he zipped it shut, Karen's two arms had become one, trapped together in front of her by the elbow-length leather glove. It was as though a long leather sock had been forced over her hands. She hit her cunt with it, but all she could do was rub the leather over her inflamed pussy-lips.

"Karen!" Mark said. "Look over here. Look what I have for you."

Karen twisted groggily, trying to focus her eyes on Mark. She saw his cock and a groan eseaped her lips. Her cunt was itching, burning, alive with hunger. His cock was almost as big as her arm. Her mouth began to water for his prick, and saliva trickled over her full lips.

"Come and get it, Karen." Mark said. "If you walk over here, I'll let you have it."

"Yes," Karen gurgled. A tiny reasonable part of her mind was horrified, but the pain and lust in her cunt overwhelmed it. "Yes."

Karen rocked herself slowly to her feet, unable to find her balance with her arms bound together in front of her. Finally she stood up, weaving, her pussy-cream running down her tanned thighs and her tits heaving with lust. When she tried to take a step, she fell though, the knotted muscles in her legs refusing to carry her. She fell on her face and began to cry, the burning in her cunt out of control, her clit buzzing as though all the electricity Wayne had shot into her had gathered there.

"Lazy bitch!" Wayne shouted and kicked her in the silken curve of her ass. "Move it, scumcunt! Drag your sleazy ass over there!"

Karen tried to stand up again and fell down. Her legs just wouldn't respond. She was so tired, more tired than she could ever remember being, but her cunt was itching so badly it was driving her mad and she had to have something to scratch it.

She began to squirm toward Mark, unable to use her arms because of the way Wayne had bound them, unable to use her legs because of the pain that still flared through them. She slithered like a snake, using her shoulders and stomach and hips to undulate her way to Mark and his massive cock.

The reasonable part of her brain, the tiny bit of Karen that hadn't been overwhelmed by the lust that Wayne had forced on her with the stick tried to stop her from this humiliation.

But that part of her brain didn't control her body. She whined and slobbered and her cunt convulsed on air and squeezed a trail of sizzling juice out behind her as she inched across the floor. Wayne touched her with the stick again, this time pressing it between the cheeks of her ass, and Karen squealed as her body bounced against the floor and a tiny orgasm peaked inside her. Her ass-cheeks went numb but she kept crawling. Mark was oniy a foot in front of her and she raised up on her knees to make her final lunge for his cock.

Mark raised his leg and put his foot against her shoulder, pushing her back. He looked her over and smiled. Her hair was a tangle of gold stained with piss and cum now, more like the mane of a wild animal. There were still traces of dried cum on her face and tits, and a long smear of what looked like dried snot on her arm. Cunt-cream dribbled from her pussy and her cunt-lips hung fat and red. Her tits were swollen and her nipples fat and hard. Her eyes were glazed with lust and her lips were even fuller than they'd been. She was slobbering for cock she wanted it so bad, saliva trickling from both sides of her mouth.

"Why are you here?" he asked, feigning surprise.

She looked helplessly at his huge cock, held back from it by his foot. Tears welled up in her eyes and she clamped her mouth shut.

"Boss asked you a question!" Wayne said, dropping to one knee beside her and pulling a couple of hairs from her cunt. "It's impolite not to answer."

Karen sobbed uncontrollably, her cunt squirming with the pain of Wayne pulling her hairs out. She wanted Mark's cock, needed Mark's cock. But she couldn't beg them for it. That would be too much. They'd already degraded her in every way possible.

They'd fucked her and made her suck them and pissed in her face and mouth. They'd beaten her into servility, hit her with belts and whips and straps and cattle prods. But this would be the final debasement. To beg for that freak cock to destroy her body was too much. She wouldn't do it.

"I want your cock," she whispered, tears tracking down her soiled face.

"Where?" Mark asked, jerking it off slowly. He winked at Wayne.

"In my cunt," Karen whimpered. She could see the contempt in their faces. "Would you please put your cock in my cunt."

"I want to piss on you," Mark said, aiming his cock at her.

Karen sobbed. Her cunt was doing flip-flops. She rubbed her silky thighs together, greasing them with the juices of her cunt. She wanted to lower her head so that she wouldn't have to see the looks of amused disgust on Mark and Wayne's faces, but she couldn't tear her gaze away from the magnificent cock Mark was pointing at her. The need of her cunt was too much. She could deny them nothing.

"Piss on me please!" she begged.

"Suck my ass," Mark said, taking his foot off her shoulder and rolling up on the bed. "Stick your face between my ass-cheeks and stick your tongue up my asshole."

Karen shook with sorrow and lust. She crawled forward and stared at Mark's assack. It was dark and lined with black hair. She wondered if she could try for his cock, but he was holding it away from her. He wasn't even spreading his cheeks apart, and with her hands bound she couldn't either.

"Now Karen!" Mark said.

Karen let herself fall forward, burying her face in the crack of Mark's ass. She braced herself with her bound hands and nuzzled her way into the dank crack of Mark's ass. She was almost overpowered by the shitty smell, but she pushed on, driven by the desperate lust that burned inside her. The hair that lined his ass scratched her cheeks and something moist and humid smeared her nose. Only the unholy excitement that controlled her kept Karen from throwing up, kept her digging toward the dark, tight bud of Mark's asshole.

"You know, boss, her asshole doesn't look too bad itself." Wayne dropped to his knees behind her, staring at the creamy, taut cheeks of her ass. "I don't want to kiss her ass, but I wouldn't mind fucking it."

"Wouldn't mind?" Mark laughed as he held his cock out of the reach of Karen's mouth. "Well, I wouldn't want to put you out, but if it won't be too much of a bother I guess you could ream her out for me."

Karen quaked with terror, wanting to pull her head out of Mark's ass and beg them not to fuck her ass. But she'd worked her way to his asshole, and her mouth clamped around it instead, and her tongue licked around its mouth. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad to have a cock up her ass. It might even help scratch the terrible itch in her cunt. Besides, she wasn' going to give up Mark's asshole now that she had her mouth glued to it.

Wayne spread Karen's tight, ass-cheeks and whistled to himself. Her asshole was a pretty pink bud that was drawn up tighter than any asshole he'd ever seen. He jammed his little finger in and listened to her whine. Her asshole contracted against his finger so powerfully that he began to wonder if he shouldn't just shove it up her cunt. Karen groaned against the ring of Mark's ass. It wasn't that bad being fucked up the ass, she thought. A little uncomfortable, but it didn't hurt nearly as bad as she'd thought it would. She drilled her tongue deep inside Mark's asshole and clamped her lips tightly around it. She had to drive Mark to fuck her. If she didn't, she was going to lose her mind. She didn't even mind the taste of his ass in her mouth. Everything was turning her on now.

"Boy, she's tight," Wayne said, scooping a handful of her juice off the floor and rubbing it all over his cock. "She can barely take my little finger.

Wayne grinned as he placed the head of his cock against the tight pink bud of Karen's asshole and locked his big hands around her hips. His hands completely encircled her narrow waist.

Karen's face was buried too deep in Mark's ass for her to pull free, but she screamed into his humid asshole when she heard Wayne's words. She'd thought his little finger was his cock. Now she realized that she was in for another dose of terrible pain. Even the crazed lust that had overcome her faded a little at the thought of her asshole being torn by Wayne's ten-inch cock.

"Smile, ass-sucker" Wayne grunted and yanked back on her waist as he drove forward.

Karen screamed, but only a muffled groan escaped the tight, dank confines of Mark's ass- crack. Karen squirmed, but she was trapped between Mark's ass and Wayne's cock, her waist held tight by Wayne's strong hands and her face trapped between the muscular flexings of Mark's ass-cheeks. She contracted her asshole as tightly as she could, but that only made the pain that much worse as the mushroom head of Wayne's cock popped inside her

"She loves it," Wayne said between clenched teeth, heaving his hips forward while he pulled her back. The head of his cock had already bulled its way into Karen's throbbing asshole, now another two inches slid slowly inside. "This hot cunt'll take anything as long as it hurts a little."

Karen writhed desperately as Wayne pressured his cock up her ass, but it wasn't from pleasure. She wanted to pull her face free from Mark's ass, tell Wayne that it didn't hurt a little, that it hurt a whole lot and that she didn't like it. She wanted to tell him that it was killing her, sending lightning bolts of pain all the way up her back, making her shoulders hurt, making her stomach feel as though something was tearing it apart. She wanted to tell him that she thought he was ripping her asshole as he plowed inside her. She wanted to tell him anything to get him to pull his terrible cock out of her ass.

She felt the scratch of his groin on the trembling cheeks of her ass a moment before his pelvic bone struck her. She jolted against Mark, wedging her face more tightly inside his ass. He clenched his ass-cheeks powerfully, trapping half of Karen's pretty face inside the humid crevice. Karen could hardly breathe with her nose pressed flat inside Mark's asshole. All she could smell was the scent of his shit and her face was damp with the dank sweat of his ass- crack. Behind her, Wayne pulled back for another thrust.

Karen had never felt anything so wonderful as the terrible intrusion of Wayne's cock being removed from her asshole. She sighed in relief, squirming and contracting her ass to aid his exit. She knew that he was about to drive back inside her, but at the moment it was enough that he had pulled out for an instant.

"Fuck her ass hard, Wayne," Mark said quietly. "She sucks my ass better when she's got something in her own ass to think about." "She's a sleazy slut all right," Wayne said in an offhand way as he slapped the quivering cheeks of Karen's ass. "Who'd have figured her for a cock-hungry whore?"

Karen's lust was cooling now, and the depth of her humiliation was striking home with every word that Wayne uttered. They considered her a cheap whore now, and were they wrong? She'd responded to every terrible thing they'd done to her, squirmed and screamed and begged for more. She guessed she deserved everything they did.

Wayne drove back in and Karen screamed into the bud of Mark's ass. The pain was tremendous, ripping up her back. It felt as though he were splitting her body in half with every powerful plunge. Her knees began to slide out from under her and Wayne followed her down, pushing her with the punishing thickness of his cock until her belly kissed the floor and her knees were spread out on either side of her. She screamed again, and her spit began to drool down the crack of Mark's ass, pooling on the floor by the bed.

Her face began to slip out of Mark's ass, and Mark released his giant cock to grab Karen by her hair. While Wayne fucked her virgin ass, Mark mashed her face into his, rubbing her face up and down his slick ass-crack and delighting in the fact that she kept her tongue wagging even now. He had almost broken her spirit completely. It wouldn't take much more now.

Wayne couldn't believe the way Karen was spread out beneath him, but it turned him on even more, and he fucked her ass faster, jerking out and thursting in as fast as his hips could propel him. He rammed his palm into the small of her back, pushing her even farther into the floor, and began to slap her ass with his other hand. She oinked like a pig in the dirty trough of Mark's ass and wallowed on the floor with every shove, slap and fuck-thrust Wayne gave her. Karen couldn't stop screaming. Her spine was bent in a curve. She was flat against the floor up to her navel and then tilted up unnaturally to Mark's flexing ass. And her knees were pointing in opposite directions straight out from her body, her thighs flush with the floor. Wayne was tearing her asshole apart with his ravaging cock and Mark was tearing her hair out of her head as he pulled her face back and forth inside his ass.

Wayne fucked her faster yet, his ass a blur as he pounded her into the floor. He watched her spit dribble out of Mark's ass and splatter the floor, watched her tanned ass-cheeks blaze crimson in the imprint of his whipping hand. Most of all, he watched the flutter of her helpless asshole against his plunging cock. He knew she was in agony and it turned him on. He slapped her and fucked her harder, and felt his cum begin to boil in his balls.

Karen lashed her tongue up and down the tight crack of Mark's ass, her rational mind once more slipping away as the pain and humiliation grew too great to bear.

"Oh, fuck me!" she whimpered into Mark's dilating asshole as the passion overwhelmed her reason.

She began to grind back against Wayne's savaging cock, her hips rotating in tight hard circles on the hard floor. Pain flared from her asshole with every move she made, but she couldn't stop herself. There was something so degrading about her obscene defilement at the hands of the two men that she lost control.

"Fuck, she's going to make me cum if she keeps that up!" Mark said with something like wonder in his voice.

"You aren't the oniy one, Mr. Drey," Wayne agreed. "The scuzzy little slut's gone crazy again."

Gone crazy. Yes, Karen thought as she lathered her tongue up and down the spit-soaked crack of Mark's ass, she had gone crazy. That was why she was driving her ass back at Wayne's cock every time he rammed it up her battered ass. They had forced her to do these horrible things and it had driven her crazy. That was why she was enjoying herself while Wayne tore into her ass-chute like it was a cunt.

Fresh pussy-cream speckled the lips of her cunt. Her fat cunt-lips began to shudder as she drove herself back against Wayne's cock. She fucked him harder, hoping, praying that she might climax. Karen locked her lips on Mark's asshole again and sucked with all her might, thrusting her tongue deep inside while she drew out the musky taste of his ass. She flipped her shuddering ass back harder against Wayne, impaling her brutalized ass-chute on his massive cock. She was teetering on the brink.

"Fuck!" Wayne shouted, his cock jerking deep inside her ass. He began to spurt inside her, his cum blasting so far into her ass that she felt jism heat in her stomach. "Fuck you bitch, grind that sweet ass on my cock!"

Blast after blast of his cum rocketed into Karen's asshole and she launched herself back at him, urging his cock deeper and deeper inside her.

Her clit was doing a dance inside her cunt, her pussy-muscles were convulsing in ecstasy. Another plunge of his cock and she'd be over the edge.

Wayne yanked his cock out of her asshole and wiped himself clean on the satin curve of her ass. Mark brought his feet down hard on Karen's shoulders and knocked her flat on the floor. Her face hit the wood hard. For an instant Karen was sure she was going to pass out. "Nooooo!" she whined, shuddering and thrashing at their feet. She rubbed her shaking thighs frantically together, hit at her cunt-lips with her leather-bound hands. "Make me cum! Make me cum! I've got to cum!"

Mark's cock stodd rock-hard at a right angle to his body. It was like a fleshy cannon, long and fat and lined with veins. He held it over Karen's flushed face and watched a slimy strand of pre-cum slip from its tip to stain her cheek. She thought she was ready, but she wasn't. He was going to show her what sex was all about.

"Fuck me, Mark!" she cried, and Mark smiled. She was pleading for a new cock to fill the hole her husband had left vacant. "I licked your ass out. I sucked it good. Please fuck me, please!"

"Are you my slave?" Mark asked. He watched Wayne's jism slip from her asshole, her own juices bubble from her cunt.

"Yes." she nodded her head quickly, pitiful in her desperation.

"Okay." Mark sat back down on the bed. "Wayne, get her ready."

And Karen felt a chill go through her superheated body. Mark was going to fuck her.

CHAPTER FOUR

Wayne pulled Karen up from the floor by her hair and dragged her to one of the beds. As Wayne threw her atop it, Karen saw that this one wasn't a bed at all but a hard platform with just enough leather cushioning to give comfort to knees and elbows. She realized, sadly, that there would be no give beneath her when Mark impaled her on his monstrous cock. Wayne rolled the sex-crazed widow onto her shoulders, turning her over until her cunt hung over her mouth. Karen tried to struggle when she realized the position that Wayne was putting her in, but he put his foot on her forehead and held her in place as he spread her legs into an obscene split and strapped them with leather thongs to posts that stood at the sides of the bed. Then, quickly, to keep her from slipping out of her spread position, Wayne looped a length of shining silver chain around her stomach and tied it to the end of the bed.

Karen groaned in pain and lust. Her legs felt like spaghetti from all the ways they had bn tied. She watched the way the muscles in her thighs jerked and tensed and wondered that they hadn't been torn to pieces by the strain they'd been placed under. Her back hurt now, too, and she was humiliatingly aware of how open her pussy had been pulled by the position she was tied in. Still her cunt drooled juice and her swollen tits burned with lust. She needed Mark's giant cock.

"Fuck me!" she whimpered, and then Mark was standing above her. "Fuck me please!"

Wayne unzipped the glove that had bound her hands together and slipped the leather off her arms. The brush of air against Karen's sweaty arms felt so good that her cunt clutched tight, and a low growl of pleasure escaped her lips. Both of the men laughed at his terrible need.

"Hold your cunt open," Mark said. "-And put my cock in."

A burst of shame swept through Karen. Her face flushed red and she closed her eyes. This was it, the ultimate defilement. She was going to be torn to ribbons by Mark's monster cock, but the excitement of her body had betrayed her so much that she was going to spread herself open for him and guide his killing cock inside. She knew now that anything they wanted she would give them. They had stripped her of her will, she no longer had any self control. She was the slave of the two men, the slave of her own body as well.

With trembling hands, she reached toward her cunt. It was hard to keep her fingers from plunging into the moist, hot cavern, but she resisted, knowing the punishment that act would bring. Instead, she propped the fingers of her left hand against the puffy, red lips of her pussy and spread them even farther than the split Wayne had forced her into had done. And her right hand grasped hold of Mark's cock and tugged its fist-sized head toward the waiting hole of her cunt.

"Fuck me," she mumbled, unable to take her eyes off the drama that was playing itself out above her head. "Fuck me, Mark! Fuck my slutty ass into the dirt!"

"Yes!" Mark hissed as the tip of his cock brushed the fevered flesh of her cunt. His cock- head dwarfed the entrance to Karen's cunt, even spread apart and held open as it was. "Put me in, Karen. Put me inside your pretty pink pussy."

Wayne sat down by Karen's head, his legs spread out on either side of her face, his cock lying half hard on her cheek. Karen barely noticed him. She was staring at Mark, thinking blearily that he looked like a god standing above her. She too saw that his cock-head was larger than her cunt, and fear knifed through her, but there was no going back now. She had to have a cock inside her, and even if Mark killed her putting it in, at least he would scratch the terrible itch that was burning her cunt.

Mark lunged forward without warning, wanting to catch Karen off guard so that there would be no quick, involuntary contraction of her already-tight cunt. His giant cock-head dwarfed Karen's hole and she grunted with pain at the first impact of his cock. Mark grabbed her widespread thighs for leverage and bore down harder, leaning all of his two hundred pounds against Karen's pussy. He didn't even relax enough to smile when he heard her first scream.

It wasn't going to go in. It couldn't go in. Karen thrashed against the chains and leather bindings that locked her in place. She dropped her hands from her cunt and Mark's cock and clawed at the air. Her eyes bugged from her head and every muscle in her body marbled with tension. She hadn't known it would be like this. She hadn't even imagined it would be like this.

Mark's cock-head began to bull its way into Karen's cunt, pushing her fat, pink cunt-lips in front of it. The pressure from his giant cock spread Karen's legs even farther. Her body bent more and more under the pressure until her pussy rested no more than an inch away from her face. Mark's feet left the cushions now and he leaned all his weight atop her. Karen couldn't stop screaming.

"Open up, you fucking slut!" Mark shouted gleefully, hunching his hips against her pussy, watching his cock-head slowly wedge its way inside. "Widows can't be picky, Karen! With a dead husband you've got to grab your cock wherever you can get it!"

"And you've grabbed a lot of it this time, you fucking widow sleaze!" Wayne added, rubbing his leaking cock back and forth over Karen's pretty face.

Karen gasped for breath like a dying fish. Her face was turning bright red. She could feel her pelvic bones being pushed out of place as Mark implanted his massive cock into her body. Her back bent even more, until she could feel the brush of her labored breathing against the silky blonde hair of her cunt. Now she could see in gruesome close-up the ravaging of her tender pussy, the endless stalk of Mark's prick as it extended from the open wound of her cunt back to Mark's heavy, powerful body Mark grinned savagely as he forced his cock into Karen's helpless, straining body. The head of his cock was tearing the lips of her cunt farther open than they had ever been stretched before. Mark knew that fucking his cock was like delivering a baby in reverse, that the sweep of his prick when he fucked it fully into her trapped body would push all her internal organs aside. And Karen had a tighter cunt than he'd ever found on a woman her age. He knew that she'd never had a child, but just an average amount of fucking should have opened her up more than this. She was as tight and tender as a virginal teenager Well, he thought, his grin growing wider still, she wouldn't be for long.

"Please!" Karen pleaded in a tiny voice. She could feel the rlm of her pussy tearing to allow the penetration of Mark's terrible cock. "Please! Please, please!"

She wasn't even sure what she was pleading for anymore. Her cunt was drooling sticky pussy-cream, her clit was wiggling like a worm on a hook, but she knew that Mark was going to kill her with his cock. Her belly felt plugged with flesh already, and she hadn't even taken all of the ghastly, grapefruit-sized head of his prick.

She squirmed, but she could barely move with her legs and waist bound and Mark's heavy weight lying stop her. She could feel her body being opened up as his huge cock-head slipped inside her, but she couldn't believe that her cunt could be stretched so far. She felt something tearing at the mouth of her pussy and she knew that even the most elastic flesh of her body couldn't accommodate the monstrous intrusion being forced on it now.

The head of Mark's cock popped fully inside her cunt with a wet tearing plopping sound, and Karen went into a fit. Her legs thrashing against their bindings and her ass danced back and forth under Mark's onslaught, almost knocking him from her. Her head whipped back and forth and Wayne amused himself by bringing his cock around to slap her in the face with each turn of her head. Mark felt her cunt tearing to accept him and he drove forward. He knew that now the head of his cock was inside her that the rest would be easy. Easy for him, anyway.

Mark drove forward relentlessly and Karen watched through glazed eyes as his cock disappeared into her beaten cunt. Her pussy-juice flowed in tidal waves, trying to ease his passage, but her body couldn't cope with the power of his gargantuan prick. Her juices splattered against her face, and the wet slap of her sticky fuck-lube was the only thing that kept her conscious as Mark tore her body in two.

Karen's belly swelled as Mark pushed his cock inside, the huge sausage size of his prick puffing her flat belly up until she looked almost as if she were pregnant. Karen stopped breathing for a moment at the shock of his intrusion. She'd stopped screaming, no longer having enough breath or mind left to do so. Seven inches of his cock was inside her and already she had taken far more than her body could accept.

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