Ashley's scream echoed through the basement.
"AAAAAYY!! Please, it hurts!" she squealed, but he seemed not to notice. The brutal man who had captured Ashley and her boyfriend didn't care about her humiliation or her pain. He just pounded into her virgin ass with the strength of a bull, his cock plunging into her again and again. Still tied naked to the chair, Brad could only watch. He could only watch his sexy college girlfriend kneeling doggy-style, her wrists cuffed to a headboard, as this maniac raped her ass.
With one hand yanking her pony-tailed head back so much that pain tore through the roots of her hair, Mladic kept fucking her, pounding away at her without mercy. There was one merciful element to the whole ordeal, though. Time. Mladic's urgency grew exponentially. The tight squeeze of Ashley's ass around his cock was too much for him. Excitement and libido couldn't be contained. He pulled even harder on her ponytail even as his other hand alternated between slapping her ass cheeks.
SLAP! SMACK! SLAP!
"Please slow down, you're hurting meeee!!"
"Good!" he shouted. "Yes, that makes my dick harder. Scream and shout, slut. Struggle and wiggle your ass for me." He continued his rhythm, his eyes clenching shut as he focused on the exquisite vice of her ass clamped around his manhood.
"Fuck," he growled, "your ass is even tighter than I expected, bitch. You'll milk my balls and have me bursting far too soon. FUCK." He groaned and grunted, spearing into her. His balls slapped against her jiggling ass cheeks as he kept up the pace of his rape, not willing to slow down even if it meant a premature eruption. Sure enough, he was soon growling, and that growl turned into an almost bestial roar. He slammed his cock into her anal depths and held himself there, exploding with a geyser of cum that shot deep into her intestines. Her cum-soaked bowels felt a burning ache, and Ashley knew that she would never be the same. Meanwhile, Mladic pressed against her back, heaving as he finished the last few spurts, flush against her ass.
"Ughhh! Yes. Bitch, you wrung me dry. Every last swimmer just dove into that sexy little butthole. Mmmm. Now don't move."
Tears were streaming down Ashley's face. A confusing trace of arousal had momentarily snuck through her. Now, in the aftermath, that only deepened her shame. Even the idea that the tiniest part of her had somehow enjoyed her ass-rape sent her into a fresh downward spiral. Ashley continued to cry as Mladic pulled his cock out of her ass and turned toward Brad. He pulled the girl's ass cheeks apart with both hands to reveal the distended anal crevice now brimming with so much cum.
"Stop crying, bitch. You're not even bleeding," he barked, giving her ass a hard smack. Ashley choked back her tears. She tried to be quiet. She tried to deaden her mind, to pretend that she'd simply ceased to exist. Mladic turned back to Brad again. "That doesn't look good, lover-boy. Your girlfriend just got ass-raped. I think she needs some LOVE." He licked his lips, his eyes glinting with malice. "You know what they say. When it comes to sex, girls need plenty of aftercare. Looks like your slave-bitch girlfriend here is no different. Let's put that tongue of yours to good use. You can clean out her asshole, get a taste of a real man's cum, and give your girlfriend some needed comfort, all at the same time."
Brad looked agog at his captor. There was no way this could be real. That was the insistent whisper in his mind as Mladic stood up and strode over to him. Other than Ashley's quiet sobs, Brad could only hear the pounding of his own heart. Mladic retrieved a knife from a nearby toolbox and then stepped up to the chair. "I'm going to cut your arms free and then re-tie them behind your back. If you try anything, and I mean ANYTHING, I'll cut you first. Then I'll make you watch me cut her." He made a gesture in Ashley's direction. "Understood?"
"You sick freak. Yes, I understand," Brad growled.
Brad watched for any opening, but the man was careful. Mladic cut away the ropes binding each of Brad's wrists behind the chair. Then, with Brad's ankles still tied, he re-tied Brad's wrists behind his back. He'd left no opening for Brad, weak as he was, with muscles locked up from sitting so long, to mount any kind of attack or escape attempt. The sandy-haired youth could only hope that a future opportunity might come along. Soon after, Brad then felt Mladic cut away the ropes along his ankles. He pulled Brad to his feet. Brad swayed. The world spun a little, then righted itself.
"The drugs I gave you are still in your system, pencil-dick. Your coordination won't be back to normal for a few more hours yet. Watch your step." Mladic now guided Brad onto the bed. He had the young man kneel behind his girlfriend. Now he was staring down at his girlfriend's brutalized ass. Seeing it close up was even worse. He saw the horrifically stretched anal opening, still filled with oil and cum. It looked almost like a crater, it was so stretched out, its pink webbing filled to the brim with a reservoir of seed. A few dribbles of cum had seeped down the crack of her ass and now slid along the length of her pussy too. It was a revolting sight. It made Brad's heart splinter into pieces, seeing the up-close evidence of what Ashley had endured. He should have protected her. He should have been more careful at the party, not accepted free drinks from this creep. He should have known that this guy and his buddy were bad news. But Brad had been too busy having fun, too busy showing off his girl at an illicit off-campus party and throwing caution to the wind. Now it had landed them here... in this nightmare.
"What are you waiting for, Brad? You heard me. Get your tongue in there. Lick out this little bitch's ass. Start cleaning out my cum NOW. Get busy!" Mladic ordered.
Brad balked. There was no way his tongue was going in there. No freaking way.
He turned his head aside, and that's when he saw the handgun in the corner of his vision. Mladic had grabbed it from the nearby workbench. Now he aimed it and fired. The bullet whizzed just to the left of Ashley's head. Ashley screamed.
"That was just a warning shot, dumbass. The next one is for real."
"OK, OK! I'm doing it!" That was all the convincing Brad needed. Appalled and disgusted, the college junior leaned forward. He held his breath and tentatively flicked his tongue inside Ashley's ass. For the first time in his life, he fully tasted another man's cum. The mixture of flavors - the salty jism and the sweeter tang of the oil - might not have been entirely unpleasant if he hadn't known what it was. But he did know, and it repulsed him on the most fundamental level. He had to restrain the urge to retch as he lapped dutifully at Ashley's anus. He licked up the cum and oil, swallowing all of it, tenderly laving out his girlfriend's raped ass as if he could somehow magically erase all her trauma and her pain. Soon the room was filled with just the quiet sounds of his lapping tongue and Ashley's gradually slowed breathing. Her sobs had finally subsided. She now just knelt there, her head hanging down, trying to ignore the traitorous part of her that relaxed with approval and pleasure as Brad ate out her ass.
Brad was so repulsed, though, that he took the risk - he couldn't help it. He briefly ducked lower. His tongue traipsed up and down Ashley's cunt, swiping up the cum which had seeped from her ass.
Ashley sighed. It sounded like more than just a sound of relief - was that pleasure he heard in her tone?
"Yes, Brad, please lick my pussy." Ashley couldn't believe that those words had come from her lips. Desperate for comfort, her mind had just gone there; the words had just spilled out.
Mladic was on her in an instant. He glared at her, his face inches from hers.
"Did I give you permission to talk, whore?" He slid a dark glance Brad's way. "I didn't give your boy-toy permission to do any cunt-munching either. You two must both want to experience new levels of pain."
"Please Master, forgive us," Ashley rushed on, heart pounding. "Please Master, may Brad lick my pussy? We won't forget to ask permission from now on, I swear."
Mladic scowled at her. He seemed to be indecisive for just the briefest of moments. Then he grunted. "Fine. It's adorable, the way you're learning your place, bitch, asking permission properly like the slave-cunt you are." But then he turned to Brad, who was now happily licking and sucking at Ashley's labia and clitoris. "You can lick her pussy clean of the remnants of our cum, bitch-boy. After that, though, you put that tongue where it belongs - back in her ass - and just keep licking."
Now the muscular kidnapper stood up and admired the view as the young man continued to lick out Ashley's raped pussy. Brad was grateful for the sweet-tasting nectar which was starting to moisten Ashley's sore cunt. He didn't even mind the telltale flavor of Mladic's cum remnants and his own as they touched his palate. He swallowed that too, far beyond all sense of shame. He simply tenderly and lovingly cleaned his girlfriend's despoiled sex until it glistened with only his saliva and her flowing juices. Ashley's tiny moans were punctuating his tongue flicks now. When his tongue grazed her little joy nub, she sighed with pleasure and ground her pussy back a little against his mouth. Soon his chin was glistening with her fluids. Soon she had a constant rhythm going, pushing her pussy against his face.
"Yes, baby, oh yes," she cooed.
"All right, that's enough. Enough! She's enjoying herself too much, bitch-boy. Get that tongue back in her ass. No more clit action. Any more clit-licking and I'll cut her clit OFF, understand?"
Brad shuddered and slipped his tongue back into Ashley's asshole. He didn't know if this psycho was serious about all of his threats. Perhaps some were just posturing, just a way to keep his captives terrified and under his control. Yet he wasn't about to question it or defy him long enough to find out. The memory of the gunshot was still far too raw in his fear-wracked brain.
But now the creaking of the steps leading down to the basement abruptly grabbed both captives' attention. It was the older man, Lev. He was naked, his cock shiny with spit as it bobbed up and down with each stride. The man might have had a balding pate and gray hair, but his body was still lean, his physique more muscled than not.
