For the Thrill of It

Ten minutes must have passed because the door opened again. The portly gentleman who bid first entered. His goatee was a slick black as well as far too thin and his footsteps extremely lumbering. He immediately went to the cabinet as the Hispanic picked up his pace, obviously nervous by now having another person to contend with. The motions became a bit more painful, but not as painful as a sharp sensation that filled Megan's side so suddenly.

She looked up to see that the fat man had grabbed a weird looked whip from the cabinet that featured three leather strap. The Hispanic man smiled wickedly and leaned back, letting the fat man come in close. He proceeded to whip each breast three times. Megan yelped and writhed as the Hispanic man focused on filling her and ramming her.

"Make the bitch squirm," he sneered as his balls beat against Megan's thigh. Her eyes glistened as she grunted through gritted teeth, her cuffed hands behind her awkwardly. The fat man just kept pummeling her breasts, the flesh becoming pink as the Hispanic man pulled out. With a strained look on his face, the cock spurt in a thick white stream, splashing on the underside of her breasts. There were three spurts in total that splattered under Megan's tits like dew. After he was done, the Latino collapsed into a chair and the fat man gave Megan no time to catch a breath before grabbing her hips and shoving his cock inside her.

The hefty man kept whipping her, though the lashes where less focused. Each hit went to a different place as the man's round face beaded with sweat, turning red. Megan felt a new pair of hands on her breasts and realized another man entered without her realizing, this one a black man of medium build. "Look how much this little white slut enjoys it," he cooed as he slipped a silver clamp over her right nipple.

As the metal clasped down, Megan let out a scream which echoed in the room. The black man put a hand over her mouth as he clamped the other nipple. "Fuck, don't make me deaf," exclaimed the African-American gentleman.

The black man then grabbed the whip from the fat man and ran it in a slice motion across each nipple. Megan yelped into his large hand as each hit made her body writhe. She looked up and it appeared as the fat man would have a heart attack. He accidentally pulled out, spurting all over her thighs, the warm sperm very watery.

"Dammit! Don't make such a mess," complained the black man before pushing the shy seeming fat man aside. "Get ready for some good dick, slut." With that, he grabbed Megan's sides and flipped her over, causing the clamps to push roughly against the surface of the table. He whipped her back as he grabbed her ass, pushing himself inside of her.

"Oh yeah, take that dick, you little bimbo bitch," the black man cheered.

Megan drooled a bit as the thick black shaft pushed into her roughly. Her eyes glimmered, his thrusts slow and heavy, each one slamming upon her cervix. She then realized that the Hispanic man was back with a hand on her chin, shoving his cock between her lips. Megan could taste and feel her own juices on the flaccid cock, the warm thing slightly hardening as it perched on her tongue.

The black man bucked behind her like a bull as the man in front of her seemed to casually use her gullet as a sheath. The black man's large hands gripped each ass cheek as they drove into her, making Megan grunt on the cock in her mouth; her tongue curled upwards with each laborious, yet borderline sublime ram from the black man. The clamps were driven into the table, tugging at her nipples with an absolute fierceness.

Megan's head buzzed as she felt the cuffs freed from her wrist. Each hand was grabbed and pulled to either side of her and within seconds, Megan could feel the throbbing of a cock in each palm. The one on her left was short and fat and the one on her right was long and thin. She curved her fingers up and started to grind them the best she could, being splayed upon the table, double penetrated. The Hispanic man gripped Megan's hair as the black man slammed into her over and over again.

Suddenly, the man in Megan's vagina slowed his assault. Then, without much warning, Megan felt a warmness in her abdomen. The black man was the first to cum inside of her, the semen surging as her vaginal cavity became half filled. He let out a victorious cry as he orgasmed right inside of Megan. This seemed to encourage the Hispanic man as he came once again, this time in a much weaker fashion. Two watery spurts splashed against Megan's throat as he then collapsed into a chair.

After the two men removed themselves from her, Megan could feel the cocks in her palms leave her as well. She was then aggressively rolled back over, one clamp flying off in the process. The pull caused Megan to scream once more, eyes shut as the other clamp was more directly pulled off. Two hands grabbed her thighs and roughly pulled her legs apart as she felt a cockhead swirl around her cum lathered labium. "Sloppy seconds are better then nothing, I guess," bemoaned the man in front of her, who had no notable features to speak of. He seemed hesitant to actually enter her.

Megan stared at the obstinate man, wondering if he was actually going to do anything. At first, she did not notice a man was staring down at her, right overhead. It took her a few seconds to realize that the man in question was Larry. "Nice to see you again, whore. I just can't get enough of these," Larry said.

Larry grabbed a breast in each hand as he slid Megan back enough so her head dangled over the edge of the table. He then proceeded to dangle his hairy balls into Megan's mouth, forcing her two lips to engulf them. The swollen balls consumed her gullet as Larry thrust his shaft forward, squeezing it into her two breasts. This seemed to give the man in front rammed Megan proper motivation, since he slid inside of her weakly and clumsily, stabbing her insides at weird angles.

The balls jostled in Megan's mouth as Larry aggressively fucked her tits. He kept each nipple pinched as sharp pain emanated from her sides yet again. There were obviously two whips now and their owners seemed to like lashing her sides. She groaned and yelped into the balls as Larry proceeded to pound forward. She felt the man in front pull out and lift up her feet. Her boots were roughly pulled off. Some one new grabbed her ankles and cupped her feet around a thick cock. She then felt two random spurts of cum at different places; one hit her right side while the other splashed across her knees.

Larry grunted like a bear as he keeled forward, slamming her breasts at a maddening pace. The man fucking her feet was much slower and methodical, gliding his flesh from the balls of Megan's feet to her toes. After a minute of this, Larry's cock shot out an absurd amount of watery cum, maybe even a half of a tablespoon's worth, making Megan's entire tummy gleam like it was wet. Megan didn't even realize that there was another cock in her right hand until it came all over her wrist.

Larry collapsed backwards, his balls bouncing out of Megan's mouth with a loud pop. Her thick saliva flew out, coating her chin as the man fucking her feet arched her knees. He moved her legs like a contraption, letting her feet move upon his shaft almost robotically. She then felt a man tickle her under her armpit, which caused her to laugh as she looked forward, head still over the edge of the table, hair hanging down. She came face to face with an angry looking red cockhead that spurt over her face, coating her lips and then moving down to litter her hair with dribbles of sperm.

Megan's head throbbed and felt hazy. Out of the corner of her eyes she could see two men arguing. It was the black man and one she could not recognize. She then saw one of the guards burst into the room and remove the two men. Before being able to fully process just how many men were around, Megan found herself rolled over so her breasts pushed against the table once again.

Her eyes bugged as something cold was coated on her asshole, making her sphincter muscles recoil. "Seems like everyone forgot to use this hole. Don't worry, I'll fix that" chirped a deep voiced man. Megan then felt a thick and warm tangent of semen shoot along her back. As soon as that ceased, a thin cock parted her asshole, making her grip the sides of the table. As she spread her lips to scream, a long cock entered her gullet, making her gag as it immediately penetrated her throat. The deep voiced man's penis spread the tight confines of her ass, making Megan's lower body squirm as he parted the spongy innards. She gagged and whined into the cock in her mouth, which didn't move much. Its owner kept it lunged into her throat, using the muscles there to please himself. The man behind her used Megan's ass muscles in a similar fashion.

The two worked her like a water pump, pulling her one way or another to use either tight hole. Megan started to gag like mad, saliva bubbling at the corner of the lips as the man behind her dug deep into the narrowness of her ass. The man in front gripped her hair and started to facefuck her with vigor. The man behind kept it slow, pulling and prodding the ass in order to keep the muscles in the prime positions to please himself.

The man's balls slide across Megan's chin and she could feel them vaguely ache. Indeed, within seconds, her mouth was filled with creamy thick cum. The taste overwhelmed her tongue as it bubbled out of her mouth. Some of it even leaked from her nose. Her face turned a bit blue as the man finally stopped his thrusting, pulling his manhood out. Some sperm leaked down Megan's chin as a man with a small cock stood in front, shooting cum right on her forehead.

Megan could hear the man behind her making disturbing noise, and then SLAM. Something hard and heavy hit her ass, spanking her with might. It hit again and again, her body now full of intense sensation as the man behind her finally came, right into her ass. She could feel the cum wash against the spongy insides, feeling like a bad injection. Finally, that hole was now free of cock. Someone still spanked her again and again, calling her a "bad girl." Her head ached like crazy now, her vagina soar, and her throat hoarse. She then felt someone else cum right into her hair, coating more hair strands in heavy globs.

For a minute period, Megan felt nothing on her body. She looked up at the clock and realized that nearly two hours had passed. Where the fuck did the time go, she wondered. Cum oozed from her ass and leaked from her pussy and mouth. She felt warmness on almost every bit of her flesh, hair and face. Her feet felt drenched in sperm, never recalling the man fucking her feet actually cumming on them, though some one must have.

Through glimmering and dazed eyes, Megan looked up to see Stu smiling down on her. "Well, it looks like someone had fun," he beamed. He grabbed the roots of her hair and pulled her roughly off the table, pinning her to a wall. Megan stared him right in the eyes as he slammed her cock into her messy cunt, her body bucking against his as he proceeded to nail her pinned about against the wall with his shaft.

Her head hung down as she writhed, her make up an obvious mess as her hair rippled. "You were such a good moneymaker, bimbo. You take it so well," he growled, her ass beating into the wall. He slapped her tits as he humped her like a crazed animal, her body sliding into his.

"Oh god," Megan grunted as she felt Stu cum inside of her, adding his cock juice to the collection. As he pulled out, it leaked down her thighs. Megan looked down and was shocked just how much glimmering translucent semen was on her flesh.

Stu ran a hand through Megan's cum soaked hair as she looked up, her eyes glazed over. "That was a good job tonight, cunt. We'll clean you up in the morning. Right now, we both need sleep. You're going to be pleasing a lot more eager men for me tomorrow. Let's get you caged up."

Megan was incredibly sore, finding it difficult to walk. Stu guided her into a large room behind the makeshift stage. The light was low, but Megan could make out eight cages, three of them occupied by women. Stu opened an empty cage and pushed Megan inside. "Good dreams, Megan."

Megan twitched as the cage slammed behind her. It was a cramped space that forced her to kneel. It contained a dog bowl full of water and nothing else. Of course, at this point, she was two sore and tired to care. She just crawled into a fetal position, shut her eyes, and drifted off to sleep.

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Megan stirred from her sleep due to the clang of metal. Her eyes opened slowly, her entire body throbbing and aching. She managed to worm her way to a sitting position, the room around her still quite dark. She could barely make out the shadows of a man working at the lock to the cage. "Looks like someone had fun," whispered Derrick.

Megan found it hard to speak, her voice hoarse. "Yeah, it was all right until I got shoved in here. I would like to go home finally, please," choked out Megan, surprising even herself by the lack of malice in her heart.

"Believe me Megan, I feared that dumbass would do this. I mean, playing this little game with you was fun, but there has to be lines, you know?" Derrick clapped his hands in glee as he managed to open the cage. He gripped Megan by the hand and helped her stand up. She found her legs a bit wobbly, her every muscle feeling like wet noodles.

"It's good to know you have a line," Megan squeaked out lightly.

"Don't worry. I'm taking you home now," Derrick promised. I even brought you a change of clothes." It was in that moment that Megan realized tattered remains of the black dress still clung to her waist. She pulled it down and off and accepted the new clothing... not that it was much more modest than the shredded dress. The tight pink hot pants clung to her ass like a second skin and the black tank emphasized her cleavage.

Derrick helped Megan sneak out of the room. The two kept close together, tip toeing about like a pair of spies. This was indeed the kind of thrill that Megan lived for. In fact, the day was indeed quite the adventure all said. Still, Megan's mischievous heart yearned for the taste of revenge.

The duo managed to make it to the front bar area, which was bathed in eerie moonlight. Derrick headed for the door as Megan spotted a rickety old jukebox. She then formed a smirk and said, "whoops." She hit the jukebox hard and to Derrick's horror, it sprung to life. He grabbed Megan's wrist, ready to make a daring escape. Unfortunately, one of the guards from earlier busted into the room, shocked to say the least. The music blared as he pulled out a gun.. Megan smiled as she put her hands up.

Within minutes, Stu and the other guard joined the party. Derrick obviously looked far from happy as Megan leans against the jukebox with a smug expression, arms crossed. "Why the hell would you do that?" whispered Derrick. She simply stuck out her tongue impishly at him in response.

"What the hell is going on here?" Stu asked, staring at Derrick. "Going back on our deal, man of your word?"

"Hey, you're the one that didn't let her go! I'm not the bad guy here," Derrick responded, hands up.

Megan dug deep into herself, mustering all the charm she could, flashing a devilish smile. "I had a wonderful night, sir, but that cage was quite cramped. Still, I knew it would be rude to leave without saying goodbye."

Stu laughed at that. "Maybe you aren't that dumb. Come here, girl," he beckoned. Megan obediently headed to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "We're going to have to teach your boyfriend a lesson."

Megan nodded as she peered up. "Yep, he deserves one. Do you think though that I could maybe go to a hotel tonight rather than back to my cage?"

"Sure. There is one down the street," Stu replied, obviously lying. "Jack could probably guide you there."

"Thank you, sir," Megan chirped, gripping Stu's ass for fun. Megan walked to Derrick, sashaying her ass left to right as she did. Leaning in, she kissed his cheek, managing to pull her stealthiest grab ever, effectively taking the man's keys. "It was a pleasure to see you again. You have fun, all right?" The one guard then roughly grabbed him and pulled him into the dark corridor. Megan blew Stu a kiss before the other guard, named Jack apparently, took her outside.

The sky was pitch black, looming overhead like some dark god as Jack stood right behind her, ready to snatch her up again any second. Thankfully, Derrick was predictable, parking his car in the same place. Megan pretended to yawn... then slammed her fist right into Jack's balls.

The man recoiled backwards, gripping them as Megan darted as fast as she could to the car. He eventually started after her, but that wasn't before Megan had the engine turned on and her foot on the pedal. She peeled out of the parking lot, cheering as she watched Jack fade into the distance. In another stroke of luck, her purse was still in the passenger seat. She turned on the GPS and finally started her trek home.

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The sun was rising, illuminating the sky in a hue of pink as Derrick managed to limp up the wooden steps. He peered down at his car, which looked safe and undamaged, though parked very badly, wishing he could have driven that here instead of relying on the bus. His head ached fiercely, making the world around him seem hazy. Those goons certainly knew how to punch, though thankfully, they failed to cause any permanent damage. They specialized in bruises, black eyes, and the weakening of pride.

Despite the obstructions, Derrick was able to locate Megan's apartment with little problem. He decided to test the door to see the best way to break in, but was shocked to find the door unlocked. The moron doesn't even lock the door, he thought with a sneer. As quiet as he could, the man slid open the door and stealthily moved through the semi-dark apartment. The place was very small, but well organized, with a large door that Derrick suspected led to the main bedroom.

He peaked in to see a medium sized bed with a large blue comforter. A distinct lump was on the right side. Derrick smirked to himself, thinking Megan to be even dumber than he expected. It was hard not to limp, but he managed to creep over to the bed without making a sound. The room was still rather dark, but something was off about the lump. From a distance, it looked like a human shape, but up close, it was obviously just a big lump made by pillows. Derrick realized something was wrong.

The revelation came too late. Before he could react, someone pushed him by his lower back and onto the bed. His first instinct was to punch ahead, but before he could, a shackle was placed around his right hand and then quickly around his left. He pulled at his hands, realizing that the shackles were attached to the bedposts. The move turned out to be a waste of time because he could have used the opportunity to do something with his legs. Instead, those were shackled as well.

Megan slid a padlock along each shackle as Derrick looked at her with angry surprise. She obviously cleaned herself up, her skin and hair practically shining and her general essence smelling of soap. She wore a pair of boyshort panties with a casual tank top, a very pious grin on her face. As she finished securing Derrick, she casually flipped her hair back. "Hey there, sweetie," she teased.

"What the fuck. You crazy-," Derrick protested. Immediately, Megan grabbed a cloth and shoved it in the man's mouth and slid a piece of duct tape over it, effectively gagging him. The man's muffled complaints could still be heard.

"Sorry," Megan chirped, "but after today, I am really tired of hearing you talk." She sat next to him on the side of the bed and folded her legs. "Your car is pretty great and so fun to drive. The sperm may have ruined your upholstery though. I made sure to rub it EVERYWHERE."