Tracking Evil, a Podcast Pt. 09

"Let her be, she'll be squirmin' plenty 'for this is all done." his compatriot interjected. Arlene noted the accents, confirming them as locals by them.

The one who had rebuked his friend now slid a finger inside her pussy. He didn't go deep, just the first knuckle sliding inside. She jerked back in response anyway; she knew the bindings only allowed her only a small amount of leeway but her instinct governed her actions. Her eyes darted about, focusing on the reflection above her that showed the large hooded black man taking a firm grip on her tied leg, then once more pushing his finger inside her, deeper this time. Arlene tried to move but his grip was too strong. All she could do was moan an unintelligible protest past the rubber ball set between her teeth.

Slowly he pushed his index finger deeper inside until she felt his knuckles grazing against her pussy lips. He gave a small flourish, twirling the long thick digit inside her before withdrawing it slightly. Then he began to finger fuck her, slow and steady but with purpose.

His comrade had stopped kneading her tits. He walked around to the side of her, pulling at the fabric of the mask he wore. He managed to move the strip of cloth that obscured his face, pulling it slightly so that Arlene saw the gleam of his teeth as he uncovered his mouth. He grinned at her. She could see the slight yellowing of his front teeth from smoking. Then he was bending over her, lapping and sucking on her tit with obvious passion.

One finger became two. The slow and steady pace falling away over time to deep fast pumping movements as he probed at her pussy. Arlene knew this wasn't about pleasuring her, just preparing her, making her pussy more amenable to pleasure him. That small part of her that she wanted to deny it, approved of his tactics.

Time was hard to track in a darkened room, she didn't know if it was night or day. She couldn't tell how long had passed sine The Hockey Fan had left the room, how long she had been on this block with her legs tied up and out. But she could tell almost to the heartbeat how close she was to cumming from the frenzied fingering of her cunt. A short but powerful climax gripped her. Arlene hoped that the moans and shuddering that came from it were interpreted as complaints by her captors.

Evidently, they weren't.

"Hot slut fer a cop aint she?"

"Amen to dat. You should feel her tits. Damn near perfect if'n you ask me."

"In time brother, gonna git a feel fer de inside this cop first."

Arlene had small snippets of information on her captors, height, weight, race. They were smokers, farm hands or farmers themselves. No distinguishing scars that Arlene could see. She judged them to be older, mid thirties at the earliest based on the control and patience they'd displayed thus far. However, when the time came there was one way she knew for sure she'd identify them.

The cock that the first hooded man plopped onto her stomach made her moan into the gag once more. It was over a foot long, wide and heavy. The shaft swerved somewhat to the left; a slight curve that marked it as distinguishable to her as a fingerprint. He'd shaved himself so that in the reflection of the mirror, Arlene could only look on in fear and awe as the billy club of a cock, visible from tip to root, throbbed as it lay against her.

His friend then prodded her. Arlene swivelled her eyes to where he pushed his hard cock into the side of her tit. Like his friend, he sported a black cock that hit a foot in length and some more besides. This cock was arrow straight and pierced horizontally through its head was a steel barbell. He began tapping it against her breast, taking a hold of her tit, positioning it so that his weighted head smacked down precisely onto her sensitive nipple.

So caught up in this was Arlene, that she missed the fact that the first man had lined himself up with her pussy, the beast of a cock now off of her stomach as it prepared to enter her insides properly.

A swift thrust and Arlene was breathlessly impaled, the huge black man taking her roughly. His cock battered her already excited pussy, the muscles inside frantically gripping the invading shaft as it swung its length against her. Like a medieval battering ram at the gates to a fortress, the big black cock relentlessly pounded forwards, the backswing the only reprieve before the full assault returned. It wasn't sex, it wasn't fucking. He was taking her, pure and simple.

She looked up once more, her body still flushed but not by embarrassment this time, though she hated to admit it, it was lust. Her fiery mane of hair fanned out behind her and over the edge of the table block, the breast that wasn't being fondled, it moved unrestrainedly, rolling in time with the thrusts of the man between her legs. The ropes that bound her, the first cruelty of them had been to leave her helpless and exposed. Now Arlene felt a second cruelty, the inability to wrap them around the black man who was tearing into her cunt with heavy pumps of his large dick. These men were in the prime of their life, bodies honed by hard labour. No gyms, no cut muscles and ridged abs through careful precise workouts. The muscles they had; they had been earned by long hours of intense physical activity. These men weren't going to flag and tire, not for hours yet.

The thought of being their captive for hours still to come, to being subjected to their desires, defenceless against their urges, all that flashed through Arlene's mind as the first man eventually seemed to run out of road, his cock balls deep within her. She came again. No hiding it, no hope they wouldn't notice. Arlene came hard, her pussy convulsing on his length, her ass bouncing rapidly, barely clearing a quarter inch off the surface of the wooden butcher's block as she shook uncontrollably, a hapless victim to her own orgasm.

Like a glacier, melting back into the mountains, the first man slowly pulled his big black shaft out of her body. Arlene lay still, eyes still wide from the orgasm, the echoes of it still bouncing inside her. She watched as over a foot of flesh, glistening with her cum, appeared in the mirror. It was like watching a magician pulling handkerchiefs from his sleeve, she couldn't help but wonder how he had fit so much inside.

The second man, the one who had pierced this cock, leaned over Arlene, blocking her view of the cock withdrawing from her pussy. He lifted her head upwards slightly, fiddling at the catch of the gag for a moment before opening it. Arlene had an uncomfortable moment as her mouth was stretched wider so that the gag could be released but then it was clear. She couldn't help but whimper as her aching jaws finally clamped shut. If the whimper was one of relief from having the gag removed or one of distress as the black cock finally popped out of her pussy, even she didn't know.

"You can scream, shout for help but aint no one gonna hear nor give a fuck if'n they did." the second man told her, dropping the gag onto the block.

"Now lissen up, I aint gonna repeat myself, y'hear?" Arlene nodded, not trusting her sore mouth just yet.

"We bin told we gots to deliver a lesson to ya, make you understand that there's..."

"Consequences." his friend offered.

"S'right, consequences to yer actions. Lesson one is real simple, do what yer told. The man said stop, so you need to stop. Lesson two, same as lesson one. Do what yer told. Aint no saying no, not here in dis place. What I say, what he say, it's the same as if'n God himself said it. You aint a cop here. No, you just a fuckin', a fuckin'..."

"Fuck toy?" The first guy offered hesitantly.

"Uh-huh, s'right, you a fuck toy to him an' me, so you learn yer lesson, be a good one an' you get to go home after. We clear?"

Arlene stilled the fire inside her. It was easier to do that she imagined, worryingly easy. As worrying as the twinges in her as he'd called her a fuck toy. A simple nod was all she offered him but it was enough.

The second man now moved to the end of the block, replacing his comrade between her bound limbs.

"You can shout, scream, cuss... hell I love dat shit. But don't you go callin' me no names, less'n its sir or Master or some shit like that. And I'll get a 'yes' to that."

"Yes." Arlene answered simply.

"Good." he mumbled, losing interest as his cock bumped against her pussy, the wet lips caressing the head of his dark dick.

Arlene felt the strange piercing, cold against her lust warmed flesh, as he pressed forward, the first inch slipping inside her. The rounded ends pressed against the walls of her pussy, hard surface digging against the tightness of her sex. He bumped his hips, another half inch pushing within her. A pause and then another bump, two inches of black cock inside her, her body aching for more.

"Uh. Uh. Uh." Arlene let out a soft moan each time he bumped his cock further within her. "UHHH!" a louder moan as he hit the five-inch mark.

"Sweet baby Jesus. It's like fuckin' an eighteen-year-old. Dat's one fine fuckin' pussy!" the second man commented.

He paused, holding onto the eight or so inches still waiting to be fed to her, he shook his cock slightly, Arlene quivering in response as his piercing rolled against her gripping pussy.

"You got kids?"

"No" Arlene answered.

"Yeah, figures, this pussy aint pushed out no rug rats, dats fer sure. So, what, no husband?"

"He died." she didn't know why she answered him, much less truthfully, but it was an automatic response on her part.

There wasn't even a heartbeat of a pause at this news, he just continued to shake his long thick black shaft, teasing and tormenting her.

"Good, pussy like this, wasted on a no dick white boy."

'I'm going to kill you slowly for that' Arlene thought to herself.

"Hey man, dat's not right." the first man said in reproach.

'You, I'll kill quick' she decided to herself.

"Right, wrong. Who gives a fuck? She don't. Watch." The second man said, bumping his hips twice in quick succession.

"UH. Uh." Arlene moaned despite herself.

Arlene McGuigan, Deputy Sheriff, upholder of the law, dispenser of justice. She hated this, hated what they were doing, what they were saying. Arlene, submissive Arlene, the Arlene whose body craved control and a big cock... she didn't hate this. She didn't want it, wasn't seeking it out, but while it was happening, she was enjoying it.

Two opposing natures, two sides to the same person, at odds with one another. Fighting one another.

That was okay. Her father had taught her to be true to herself from an early age. Taught her to fight, to stand her ground. So, she'd have to fight herself sometimes, and then sometimes she'd need to be true to herself, both sides of herself. Fine, she could do that.

"Told ya. She. Don't. Give. A Fuck."

Bump, bump, bump, bump.

Eight inches of cock in her guts, eight inches of rock-hard black cock. A thick big black cock tipped with real steel.

"Uh-uh, Jesus, oh, oh, ooooohhhh!" Arlene moaned.

The cock inside her was slithering now, drawing back, drawing out of her. Her pussy snatched at it, muscles clawing along its length as she tried to keep it within her. Then it was reversing back on itself, slowly edging back up inside her.

"Mmmmh" she sighed.

The second man took hold of her, hands gripping the fleshy part of her upper thighs. Powerful fingers gripping her flesh, bruising her with his strength.

"Maybe you past it now, too old to be a momma. Whacha think, eh? Want to give it a try girl? C'mon, let's you an' me make a baby." he said maliciously.

No more incremental bumping his cock inside her, it was fucking time now. Arlene's opinion of the men's stamina seemed to be a hundred percent accurate as he let loose upon her at a ferocious pace. He pounded away, with long deep strokes that sawed inside her at speed.

The piercing on his cock seemed to be everywhere at once, such was the pace of the fucking, the unfamiliarity of it and its pressure against her sensitive nerve endings bringing her to orgasm once more.

"Uhhhhggghh!" she groaned as he continued pumping away, her body flailing against the ropes and his grip as she came, waves of pleasure sweeping throughout her entire being, rippling across her body head to toe as it emanated from her pussy.

The first man dropped his hard cock across her face, rubbing it over her lips. The head of his big cock smeared the spittle and drool that flecked her soft full lips across her upper lip and cheek.

"I wouldn't." the second man panted as he continued driving in and out of Arlene.

"Eh?"

"We got told, she's a fighter remember? Probably bite yer cock off if'n you put it in that mouth."

The prospect of his genitalia being mutilated by a set of sharp white teeth was enough to put the first man off. He retreated back a step, contenting himself with occasionally stroking his own cock, keeping it ready for his next turn.

The pace was astounding but it came at a cost. Arlene shuddered, her body reacting to the cock buried inside her as it ejaculated copiously. The man jerked forward and back, like a puppet with its strings entangled, grunting with pleasure as he deposited his cum in her womb. He held her thighs for a few extra moments, looking down at her. Arlene's own body had finally stilled, the rippling flesh and bouncing tits now at rest.

"Might try the back door brother, I kinda made a mess." the man chuckled as his spent cock slithered from within her.

As the other man stepped up Arlene let out a small moan of pain.

"My legs. Cramping. It hurts." she whispered to him. She had judged him to be at least slightly less odious that his partner. Getting her legs freed wouldn't allow her to escape but if the worst came to pass, she could at least make a fight of it.

He considered her, sweating and shivering as she was. Arlene hated to admit it but even she felt that she made a pitiful sight in the mirrored reflection above her. Decision made he briefly retreated from her line of sight, returning quickly with a small pen knife. The blade was small but sharp and he knew his knots, severing the ones that secured her knees to her elbows.

Arlene slowly lowered her legs, they hung from the knees down over the edge of the block. Now free her cramping muscles seemed even more painful than before as they sought to recover from the extended stretch.

Surprisingly he then released her hands, untying the length of rope that had stretched beneath the table, keeping them to either side of her. She hoped it had been from a sense of shame or mercy but it soon became apparent that he had done it from necessity alone.

Her captor didn't allow her much time to ease the stiffness from her limbs. He turned her over, bending her over the block. Arlene's bare feet touched the ground, cold concrete beneath the soles of each foot. Her upper body was now bent over, breasts mashed against the wood of the block. She could feel the warmth in the wood from where she had been lying on it seeping into her tits. She didn't resist as he pulled her arms behind her back, deftly securing her wrists together with a length of rope.

Then there was pain again as he smacked her ass hard. Open handed blows that rained unchecked against each cheek until the firm globes of ass flesh burned with the heat of the rough spanking. He pushed his cock inside her pussy, roughly. Sending his length deep inside for a series of quick hard pumps before withdrawing it again. Then she felt him pushing his freshly lubricated cock against the entrance to her ass. The tight sphincter resisted and he had to bear down on it with a fair amount of pressure before his thick cock head shoved itself inside.

Just like his friend he then fucked her hard and fast. They had set out to punish her, to instruct her in the consequences that came with hunting the man who hired them, hunting the men behind him as well. This wasn't about pleasure, at least not hers. This was brutal, primal sex, fucking as a form of chastisement.

The man reached forward, seizing her by her long bright red hair, pulling her head back so that she was arched up, pale white throat bared, omega to his alpha. Arlene felt the clap of his dark-skinned thighs against her soft white butt as he bottomed out within her. His large hands played across her body, one cupping her throat in a firm dominant grip, the other seizing one of her bouncing tits, kneading the firm flesh that filled his large hand.

And then he too was cumming, his black cock bursting inside her, sperm splattering inside her ass. She moaned at the sensation, a woman in her forties and yet until recently anal sex had been an unknown to her. Now she found herself whining in pleasure from it.

They left her for a time. Arlene was still restrained, her arms tied behind her. She sat on the cold floor, a shoulder pressed against one of the legs of the butcher's block. Arlene looked into the gloom of the room, its contents hidden from her, the sparse lighting insufficient to pierce the darkness. The men had moved off into it confident of their path, she on the other hand had no idea what lay out there and so she remained where she was, slumped and weary, tendrils of each man's nut oozing from her pussy and ass.

They returned just as the cum on her body had begun to dry and flake. The second man, the one with the pierced cock gathered her up, lifting her clear of the floor. His fellow henchman lay back on the block. The time they had been away had been sufficiently long for them to recover their strength as his cock rose up, thick, hard and ready for action.

Arlene found herself lifted onto the lap of the man. Bound as she was it fell to him to make the necessary adjustments and repositioning. He was able and deft in his preparations and Arlene found his cock probing her pussy in short order, the man playing with her chest as she slid up and down on his cock.

"Uh, uh, uh" she moaned as she rode him. She was tired, sore and yet still horny. A part of her wanted to beg them to let her go, that she'd learnt her lesson. It was just a small part however. It wasn't her lustful aspect that kept her from begging for release, intent on being fucked some more. It was the fighter within her, the part of her that wouldn't offer them the satisfaction of hearing her plead for mercy.

Behind her the man with the pierced cock began to fiddle about with her curvaceous ass as it rose and fell in a steady rhythm. The flesh was tender from the unchecked spanking she'd received and the hard ass fucking that had followed. But she knew that wouldn't matter to him, or if it did it would matter only that he'd want her more. She gritted her teeth as he brought her bouncing motion to a standstill, his cock quickly finding her rosebud.

The entry was easier this time, her ass still distended from the other man. If the sensation of a pierced cock in her pussy had felt weird, it was nothing in comparison to the sensation of the same pierced cock pressing inside her anal passage.

She tried. She tried so hard but she couldn't help it.

"Ohhhh, oh fuck." Arlene moaned, mouth dropping open as he pressed his black cock further inside. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my good god... yes, oh fuck, oh fuck yessss!"

"Yeah, knew you'd like it, knew it. Take it now, bounce back on dat dick girl, bounce back n' take it deep." the second man said as his cock worked a small bit further within her butt.

Arlene obeyed. She pushed back and down as each man pushed up at her. Both cocks skewered her, her ass and pussy bulging with the size of their equipment. She wished her hands were free, to steady herself, to help her deal with the scenario. All she could do was clench her hands into fists, pulling at the rope, wiggling her hands in the hope that they would slip free.

Then the orgasm hit her as the two men alternated their thrusts, the first repetition all that was required to make her cum hard.