HUNG
Li Bangbang always enjoyed being crucified. Why not? It was one of the perks that led her to volunteer at Dirty Jake's Emporium of Pain and Pleasure and Sushi and Wheatgrass Bar in the first place. Dirty Jake's also featured free Wi-Fi that was out of this world as well as being conveniently adjacent to the Sodom and Gomorrah Hardware Store and Quickie-Lube Station. Li Bangbang was a postdoc in microbiology with a fatal attraction to sadomasochism. She was the spitting image of Ni Chang, the foxy and exotic white-haired witch born of wolves in the movie The Forbidden Kingdom.
On this particular occasion, Li Bangbang was chained upside-down and naked on an X-shaped crucifix mounted on a wooden wheel, provided courtesy of Dirty Jake's She listened to the happy sounds of leather slapping leather, rattling chains , the crisp snaps of countless whips, and the screams of the self-damned. They were all a symphony to her ears.
Dante's Second Circle of Hell could not hold a candle to Dirty Jake's Emporium. In her anticipatory excitement, Li Bangbang's juices flowed from her honeypot, ran down her, taut stretched tummy, flowed over her firm pear-shaped breasts, down her neck and over her face, stinging her eyes and running through her upside-down silky white hair, giving her the well-gelled coiffure so favored by today multi-pierced and ubiquitously tattooed Millennials.
Out of the corner of her eye, Li Bangbang saw their favorite sadist, Chuck Knobmaster emerge from Sodom and Gomorra's carrying a brand new chain saw, the price tag still dangling from its hilt. The masochistic peanut gallery perked up at this sight (quite literally, in terms of the penises of the submissive males), and hot juices now began to flow out of sundry erotic orifices. Li looked around at the crowd. Sure enough, the usual celebrities were in attendance. There was Jackoff Nicholson, naked but for his shades and his perpetual shit-eating grin. So too was Ed "Too Long" Jones" the former defensive lineman for the Dallas Cowboys. Also present was Lorena Bobbitt , holding the butcher knife with which she had dispatched her husband's wayward phallus. Its blade still dripped a red goo of some sort, which was held to be a miracle by the Dirty Jake's faithful.
Chuck Knobmaster pulled the rip cord, and the spanking new chainsaw came roaring to life. He looked around at the eager candidates, finally settling on Janice Gashhunger, an assistant professor of deviant psychology at Cal Tech, whose waxed labia were seemingly pulsing in time with the rhythm of a ghost Apache drum circle.
BOUND
Gashhunger licked her chops at the prospect of her imminent feigned ritual dismemberment by the aptly-named Chuck Knobmaster.
"Stake the bitch," Chuck told the assembled Dirty Jake members. The already-naked yet bespectacled Assistant Professor Janice Gashhunger immediately went to the ground, eagerly assuming a spread-eagle supine position and offering her limbs to the fired-up Dirty Jake regulars to be tied with rawhide straps.
Sammy Red Eagle slowly ran his fingers through the academician's silky blond shiksa hair, spreading it above her head like a lightning bolt in a Tesla coil. This was going to be just like the good old days at the Comanche lodge. Minus the cannibalistic feast, of course, much to Sammy's regret.
"She is so beautiful," the ersatz redskin told Chuck Knobmaster, who had as usual commandeered the role of master of ceremonies. "May I fuck her?" he asked the chainsaw-wielding de facto supreme leader."
The psychopathic emcee killed the motor on the chainsaw. "What did you say? I can't hear you with this thing running."
"I said, 'May I fuck her?'"
"Well of course you can, my wannabe prairie monkey. We have all signed Dirty Jake's membership agreement. Anybody can boink anyone they want here. No one is allowed to turn down a sexual request here unless it involves grave bodily harm. or some other act of extremely depraved moral turpitude and general nastiness. As you know, a comprehensive a list of such proscribed acts is provided in the pamphlets on the lodge door entrance. They can also be found in the bestsellers section of convenience stores everywhere."
"Okay, but I call first dibs on plowing this four-eyed shiksa," Sammy said.
The pseudo-Indian was commando under his breechcloth, which had risen with the totem pole of his tallywacker, affording the spread-eagled assistant professor a glimpse of his mighty balls, which had already ascended to launch position. He stood, straddling the spread-eagled expert on deviant psychology.
Gashhunger trembled as Sammy Red Eagle squatted down until his large balls came to rest on her pubis. She could feel their heat, and blood rushed to her labia in eager anticipation of the imminent violation of her body.
She shook her head back and forth in feigned terror. The Dirty Jake's membership was a tough crowd, and she was expected to give them a show.
Sammy Red Eagle lowered his body so that it rested completely on Gashhunger's naked flesh, his totem pole cradled in her warm, lovely slit like an Oscar- Mayer wiener ensconced in its bun . He carefully removed her glasses, and set them aside. He began slide his shaft slowly back and forth in its metaphorical bun. He kissed her eyes, her head still shaking back and forth in fright. He lowered his lips to her mound, teasing her clit with his tongue and felt her tremble both in fright and delight. She arched her back as he ran his tongue up her taut tummy, her breaths coming faster and faster in anticipation of the coming festivities.
Sammy licked his way up the academician's pulsing neck and around the intricate convolutions of her left ear. He kissed her closed eyes, and reached up to intertwine his fingers with those of her bound hands. He then pierced her body, shoving his shaft hard inside her. She cried out in surprise, as he hauled back and rammed himself up to the hilt into her delicate and defenseless body.
She let out small cry, and her body shuddered beneath him. Her tongue reached out for him, and he gladly accepted it into his mouth. She ran her tongue around his lips and the inner linings of his cheeks. as he began to rock back and forth, titillating her with the slowness of his thrusts. Gashhunger tried to throw her arms around him, but was frustrated by the rawhide bonds that held her wrists. She wiggled beneath him and struggled as she arched her back to feel his driving flesh against her taut tummy.
Her tongue was thrusting furiously into the pseudo-Native American's mouth, as he rocked back into her protesting flesh. Half the crowd began to chant "Red," with the other half answering "Eagle". The pace of the chant began to increase. Soon the whole assemblage was chanting, "Red, Eagle, Red, Eagle...," as Sammy picked up the pace of his thrusts to match that of the frenzied crowd's chant.. The panting of both lovers built to a crescendo as Red Eagle buried his tomahawk deeply with the sacred body of Janice Gashhunger, expert on all things deviant, and the assistant professor's juices poured over her surprisingly well-conditioned tanned thighs. Their bodies shuddered in the unison that only simultaneous orgasm can bestow. Janice and Sammy waited for the assembled voyeurs to achieve their own state of nirvana, using sexual techniques of their own choosing.
When everything had died down, Chuck Knobmaster stepped out of the shadows. He was still the emcee, as he had not abdicated that role ,and his knob had surprisingly maintained its salute. Must be one of those Viagra six-hour jobs, Sammy Red Eagle thought. Knobmaster straddled the naked supine and helpless body of Janice Gashhunger.
"As you had the lead in the just recently completed festivities, you are granted one desire. What will it be?"
WATER SPORTS
Janice's reply was almost immediate. She looked around the crowd until she spotted Hypatia Sappho, who nodded her head.
"I want to do what we talked about," she told her omnisexual sometimes partner. "In spades."
