Cindy's Slut Ch. 08

When the electricity ceased to course through my body, I was covered with sweat. Tears streamed down my face. Sobbing like a baby, I struggled to breath. I down on my tongue, trying not to scream. I bit it so hard it bled. As I hung there, blood dripped from my mouth.

"Now, now we can't have that," Huntress said. Rising, she went over to a dresser. From a box on top of the dresser, she picked up a short rubber cock. As she brought it to me, she knelt and shoved it into my mouth. The rubber cock was a hollow penis gag.

"There. You can bit down on that all you need to, and still be able to breath. It has an added benefit of keeping you from screaming," Huntress smiled up at me at she said this. I attempted to beg her, oh god no please, but all that came out was..."Mmmmmmpppphhh." Still smiling, she hit me with a full jolt of electricity again.

As I hung there, Huntress pulled my feet apart and attached a spreader bar. Still kneeling, she reached up and jiggled my weighted testicles. She swung them back up between my legs, letting them clang back against the steel rings on my cock. She did this several times, like a little girl playing with a toy swing.

"Very nice outfit. One of the nicest I've seen. Of course it doesn't hurt that you're hung like a horse." Huntress stroked the naked end of my cock as she said this. "I wonder what it would be like to have those steel rings stuck up my cunt?...maybe you wouldn't be that lucky. But, tonight your job is serve and service the sisters of Kappa." Huntress licked her lips as if in anticipation of a good meal as she said this.

"Now its very important that you do not disappoint me, embarrass me by not servicing my sisters properly, or fail to follow every direction that I give you. If you do as you're told, you might even enjoy yourself and survive the night with limited damage. But, I warn you! If you fuck up in any way, you'll wish you had never been born!" so saying, Huntress hit me with another wave of electrical shock, but this time using the maximum setting.

My bowels went loose. If not for the big steel anal plug up my ass, I believe that I would have shit myself. Strangely, the electricity only seemed to make my cock harder. Perhaps it was the portion of the electrical shock that went up through my steel ass plug to my prostrate. My cock tingled with the after shock, hard as hell and throbbing. The steel rings on the lower portion of my cock made sure that I was not going to ejaculate, but strings of cum leaked from the purple distended head of my cock anyway.

Huntress reached down and got a gob of the slimy cum on the palm of her glove. She took the sticky mess and rubbed it all over my face. My nostrils were filled with the poignant smell of my own cum.

There was a knock on the door. Huntress went to door and opened it. Standing outside was a girl dressed as Miss America. I strained my head back to see. The Miss America superhero outfit consisted of a red eye mask, a red tube top, blue pumps and a red/white stripped skirt with a blue belt. Huntress had a brief discussion with Miss America and then had her sign the register.

Miss America entered the room. She walked around me, running her hands up and down my sweaty body. The stink of my sweat and cum were replaced by the smell of her perfume and hot pussy. Miss America reached down and began to stroke my cock. She wrapped her hand around the steel rings encasing my cock and began to pump them. Because of my swollen cock, her stroking of the steel rings only caused the rings to pinch the skin of my cock. The rings were so tight that they barely moved. Using her other hand, Miss America tugged and squeezed my balls as they extended from the steel rings encasing my sack. Reaching up under her skirt, Miss America coated her hand with her pussy juice. I glance up and noticed that she did not wear any panties.

With her hand coated with her cunt juices, Miss America began to stroke the exposed half of my cock. Her soft hand wrapped smoothly around my swollen shaft, coating it with her hot fragrant cunt juices. Up and down she pumped my cock. I could feel my orgasm growing, the waves of sperm building in my balls.

But the frustration! With the steel rings around my balls, there was no way that they were going to pump up my cum. Also, even though my cock ached and begged for release, the tight steel rings around my cock shaft assured that I would not have any release.

I was going nuts. I had to get off. My nuts ached so badly, they hurt. My cock was so swollen and purple, it looked ungodly distorted, almost black. Big drips of cum leaked from my cock head.

Miss America knelt and took my cock into her mouth. She was a pretty brunette with big hazel eyes. She looked up into my pain filled face as she suck on my cock. Her mouth was soft and warm. She flicked her tongue around the cock head, then up and down the underside of the shaft.

I cried into the cock gag. Oh god, please make me cum! I shook my head, fighting the gag, trying to speak, trying to beg!

I thrust my hips forward, trying to force more of my cock into her mouth. She reached out and grabbed my balls. Squeezing them tight, she forced me to hold my hips still. She continued to softly, gently suck on my cock.

Tears were running down my face. I couldn't take it any more. The steel rings on my sore swollen cock felt like they were cutting my cock off. My cock felt hot, and yet cold from the blood restriction. My balls were blue and cold.

"MMMMmmmppppp!" I begged into the gag in my mouth. Her mouth felt soooo good wrapped around my cock. By the time Miss America stopped sucking my cock, I was crying like a baby. I was so horny that I would have done anything to get off.

Miss America reached up and softly patted my check. She used her hand to wipe the tears from my face, and then licked the salty tears from her fingers. She smiled sweetly up at me. Her beautiful face, the high check bones, those big soft eyes. I tried to plead with her through the cock gag stuffed tightly in my mouth.

Miss America stood up and looked over at Huntress. Huntress sat there smiling broadly and handed her a small step stool. Miss America stepped up on the stool and raised her skirt. Thrusting her hips forward she ground her naked cunt into my face. As she rubbed her wet slit up and down my face, she concentrated on grinding her clit on the bridge of my nose.

I was filled with the heady fragrant smell of her hot cunt. The sweet smell of pussy filled my senses. I began to thrust my hips forward into the empty air. I needed contact, some contact, any contact on my cock. Now out of Miss America's hot mouth, my cold was terribly cold.

Miss America continued to grind her cunt into my face as she took off her belt. With my head up under her skirt, I eagerly tired to force my nose...my face into her pussy.

The first blow from the belt cut deeply into my back. I thrust my face all the harder into her cunt. More blows rained down on my back. Each blow only prompted me to fuck her cunt that much harder with my face.

Miss America's orgasm came hard and quick. Dropping her blue belt, she grabbed my head by my ears and slammed her cunt tight onto my face. I struggled for breath as she came. A stream of quim and pussy juice flowed out of her cunt and down my face into the hollow penis gag in my mouth. As the hollow core of the gag filled with her quim, it dripped through the breathing holes and ran down my parched throat.

Sighing heavily, Miss America climbed off the stool. She bend down and picked up her belt. Then, Miss America stepped behind me and really began to beat my ass. Still gagging, I choked as I screamed soundlessly in to my cock gag. She moved her whipping up my back and down my legs. Some my entire back side was glowing a radiant red.

Sweating and out of breath from the exertion, Miss America came back around and stood in front of my. She bent over and kissed me softly on my forehead. Then she stepped back and kicked my straight in my dangling purple nuts.

I think momentarily blacked out from the pain. I was vaguely aware of Miss America thanking Huntress and then she was gone.

The Huntress stood in front of me and asked me if I was enjoying myself. When I didn't answer promptly, she hit me with an electrical shock. Again the pain shot into my neck, down my spine, and through my cock and testicles. Whimpering and crying, I attempted to mumble "yes" through me mouth gag.

My erection had diminished somewhat after Miss America kicked me in the nuts. Now, Huntress reaching beneath her thong and coated her glove with her pussy juice. Taking my cock in her glove, she spread the cunt juice over the shaft and began to pump my cock back to an erection.

Once satisfied that my cock was sufficiently hard, Huntress stopped stroking my cock and wiped the palm of her hand across my face. The scent of her cunt filled my nostrils once again.

After a short time we heard another knock on the door. Huntress opened the door to Rogue. This sister had put a long white streak through her brunette hair. She had sparkle makeup on. Long white glove covered her arms, almost to the elbows. She carried a rattan cane. She entered with a smug, hungry smile.

The two girls hugged and kissed. They appeared to be good friends. I dropped my head back down, taking the strain off my neck. I had a bad feeling about this one.

Rogue and Huntress walked up to me. With my head hung low, I could only see from their magnificent tits downward. Rogue was as beautiful as the rest of the Kappa sisters. Her outfit was a tight black sleeveless stretch top and a short black skirt. Tall black spike pumps wrapped her tiny feet.

Rogue raised one of the spike shoes and drove the heel into my thigh. As the shiny metal spike dug into my flesh, Rogue slapped me hard across the face and told me to look at her. Grunting in pain behind the cock gag in my mouth, I strained my head upward.

Seeing my obvious pain, Rogue smiled seductively. She twisted the heel of her spiked pump deeper into my thigh, finally tearing the flesh. Blood started to flow freely down my leg.

Rogue removed her heel and knelt down next to my thigh. For a moment or two she just watched the blood run down my inner leg. Then she leaned forward and licked the red salty blood. Sticking her long tongue out she drank the blood with a catlike mannerism.

Rogue stood back up and eased into my body. She stood very close, with her head next to mine. I heard her take a deep breath, as if smelling my sweat and fear. She extended her tongue and licked my ear. Next she sucked on the lobe of my ear. Finally, she took the earlobe between her teeth and bit down. She dug her teeth into the earlobe until it too bled like my leg. She sucked on the earlobe, swallowing the blood for sometime, then stepped back.

Rogue turned to Huntress and said, "Let's lower him. I need better access." Together the two women released the chains that held my arms to the ceiling. They lower the chains by about 2 feet. Huntress commanded, "Kneel", and hit the electric shock collar. I collapsed onto my knees.

Huntress went around behind me and hooked two short chains to my ankles where they were attached to the spreader bar. Then she reached up between my legs and attached the chains to the upper most steel ring encasing my testicles. Now attached so, I was unable to rise. Any attempt to regain my feet would tear my balls off.

Rogue moved a bar stool up in front of my face. She removed her skirt and whipped it across my face several times. She sat on the chair and placed her legs up over my shoulders. The weight of her legs pulled down on my shoulders and pulled my arms back and upward. The chains on my wrist cut into my skin.

With my head forced down, I gazed at Rogue's naked cunt. Her twat was a bright pink, flushed with blood. Her cunt lips were swollen and puffed out from between her labia. I could see her hard clip protruding from the top of her cunt, the hard red little nub shiny from her pussy juices. Her whole crotch was coat with her juices, shiny and wet. The heavy smell of her hot cunt wafted over my.

Rogue shifted her legs and brought her white creamy thighs closer along side of my head. She slithered upward and pusher her pussy directly in front of my lips. "Eat me!" she commanded.

With the cock gag firmly in my mouth, I could not comply. "EAT ME!" she commanded again. I moved my face forward, rubbing my lips against her steamy cunt. "GOD DAMN, I SAID EAT ME YOU PATHETIC BITCH!" Having said that, Rogue lifted her cane and began to beat me across my exposed nipples. She grabbed the heavy steel M and ripped it upward, stretching the alligator clips that were biting into my raw nipples. With each blow of the cane, she would jerk viscously on the M, as if she were attempting to tear the alligator clips from my tits.

My cock throbbed and ached incredibly. I was in so much pain...but so incredibly horny. God, I needed to cum! I ground my lips into her hot wet snatch. The beating went on and on.

Finally, Rogue stopped whipping my with her cane. My chest and back were covered with red welts. My nipples had been twisted and pulled until the skin had been ripped off by the wicked alligator clips' teeth. Blood dripped down my chest from my torn left nipple.

Rogue reached around my head and removed the cock gag. I coughed and stretched my aching jaw. I didn't have long to recover, as Rogue quickly replaced the gag with her cunt.

Rogue brought her cane down across my left temple. The cane caught the top of my ear and the upper part of my check. A stinging pain shot through my head, stars danced before my eyes and a ragged welt raised on the left side of my face.

I didn't need any verbal instructions. I plunged my tongue into her snatch. I thrust my tongue as deeply into her wet cunt as I could and began to tongue fuck her. When she brought the cane down upon my shoulder, I changed my technique and began to lick her cunt up and down, sucking and swallowing her flowing pussy juices.

I continued to eat her cunt for sometime, until another cane blow cut into my upper back. Quickly, I brought my tongue up onto her clit. I flicked, probed, and suck on the hard red nub.

I felt her legs tighten along both sides of my head. Her white gloves went to the back of my head and pulled my mouth tight onto her twat. As I continued to suck on her clit, she came.

Rogue's quim tasted tart and bitter. Perhaps it was just her own unique cunt flavor, that time of the month, or the alcohol that she had been drinking. But, in the back of my mind, it tasted as evil as she was. I swallowed the bitter cum from her cunt as she pumped her pussy against my mouth. Her climax was over quickly. Once she had her sexual release, she pushed herself back on the bar stool and put her skirt back on.

Rogue looked at Huntress, who nodded to her, and then as if fulfilling a requirement for leaving, Rogue raised her cane high above her head. The sound of the cane cutting the air as it descended caused to flinch and tighten in terror even before the cane touched me.

Rogue brought the cane down upon my cock. It was surely just luck that kept my cock from being cut in half by the slashing rattan. The blow was angled and some of the cane contacted the steel rings surrounding my cock. It was the steel rings that saved me. Even so, the part of the cane that caught the exposed end of my cock caused me to scream out in pain.

If the electrical shock was painful, the rattan cane striking my bare, exposed, swollen cock was unbearable. The pain shot up through my stomach and racked my brain. It felt like a red-hot iron had been jammed against the tender flesh of my penis.

As the scream came out of me, I just went limp into the chains that held me. I tried to double over to ease the burning, searing pain! Instead, I was held helpless. I cried like a baby, tears streaming down my face, sobs racking my whole body. Oh god, I could die!

Rogue started laughing. "What a worthless piece of shit. You cocks are all the same. Worthless little penises. That's why women rule!"

Rogue turned to Huntress, reached out and kissed her full on the mouth. Frenching each other, the two women took a moment to fondle each other's breasts. Then Rogue left.

Huntress turned to me and said, "Stop you pathetic crying. You should feel honored that we even let you participate in our special Halloween Party." She went over to a small refrigerator and took out a bag of ice. She brought the ice over and dropped it across my burning cock. "Be a man you fag piece of shit! The parties just begun and you've got a long way to go!"

As the ice eased the pain in my cock, the cold caused my cock to grow flaccid. I had just begun to come to grips with the pain, when the third knock came at the door.

This time the costumed girl was Knockout. I recognized the girl as short redhead named Marry that worked out at my health club. She also recognized me as she said, "It's good to see you again. I never would have guessed that you were hung so well from seeing you around the club."

Knockout wore her natural red hair, a green mask, a light yellow sleeveless shirt, tight green satin shorts and green pumps. The sleeveless shirt let her large biceps show. Marry was a serious weight lifter and had a muscled body that most guys would have been proud to have.

Knockout was short enough that I could see most of her without straining to raise my head. She flexed her biceps and cracked her knuckles as she walked over to me. She stood in front of me and flexed the muscles in her tights. I watched the muscles tighten and knot, from her wide crotch to her knees.

Knockout did not carry any whip, club or paddle like most of the costumed sisterhood. No, this costumed diva was true to her superhero namesake and relied only on her own physic.

Knockout reached out and raised my head, forcing the chains that ran down to my nipples, cock and ball to tighten. Once she had my head forced as far up as it would go, given the restriction of the chains, she hauled back her right arm. Clenching her fist, she swung and landed an uppercut into my solar plexus. With a grunt, her fist doubled me over (again as far as the chains around my arms would allow). I gasp for air.

Knockout waited as I coughed and struggled to suck in a breath of air. Just as I started to breath again, she slammed her fist into my gut again. The air was knocked out of my body again, and again I struggled to breath.

This went on for some dozen or so blows. When at last she stopped, Knockout gave once last massive tug on the large steel M that was attached to my nipple clips. The jerk was so strong that the alligator teeth tore off my ripped, raw nipples. Bits of skin still clung to the clips and blood flowed freely from both my torn nipples.

As the blood rushed back into my nipples, the pain of the torn skin was temporarily replaced by the excruciating pain of the returning blood flow. Then, just as quickly, the pain of my torn flesh return unabated.

"We can't have that," Knockout said. She crouched down and clamped her mouth around my bloody right nipple. At first she merely sucked and swallowed the streaming blood. Then, she bit down hard around the areola, restricting the blood flow. Next, Knockout took the alligator clip and reattached it to the ragged, torn nipple. She moved on to the left nipple and repeated the whole process.

A new type of pain racked my body. From the numbing ache of the nipple clamps, I had gone through the sharp ripping pain of having them torn from my tits. Now, the never numbing pain of the clamps returned, but heightened by the gnawing of my areoles and the tearing of the flesh of my nipples.

"Now, isn't that better?" Knockout said. As I fought the pain and grit my teeth, I failed to answer. The goddamn bitch, I thought. No more, I had enough. Waiting a moment for my reply and getting none, Knockout hauled back her left fist and smashed it into the side of my head. Black and stars were all I could see. Dazed, but still defiant, I refused to answer. Within seconds, a slamming right fist rocked my head again and everything went black.