Chapter 5
Erin is forced to give Ken a blow job
She hurt. It was hard to keep up a pleasant demeanor when she hurt. Her back and butt still stung from the whipping. The blow jobs had stretched her mouth. No matter how much she rinsed in the bathroom, her mouth tasted bad. Her ass hurt. Even the smallest of the cocks which had entered had stretched her painfully. The first intrusions had been the worst. Now, even though each was able to enter more easily than the last, the pain of the earlier cocks battering their way inside remained with her accented by each new entrant as it was pushed along her abraded entrance.
Her pussy with its past experiences was the most able to handle this ordeal. While many of the men wanted to feel her mouth on their cocks and cum deep down her throat, only a relative few wanted to immerse their cocks through that tight wrinkled opening. She tried to keep it clean, but cum from their eruptions deep in her bowels continued to ooze.
Their excitement at having this beautiful, feisty redhead spread her legs for them had fully energized them. She was the girl of their dreams and they pounded her in wish fulfillment.
She hurt and she was tired. The night had passed into day. The day had moved past breakfast to lunch and beyond. The light showing through a small window was waning. Food. At least someone had found a way to provide sandwiches and beer.
How long, she thought would they want to use her. What would they do with Ken and her when their satisfied, exhausted cocks hung limp. What they had done could undoubtedly earn them a life sentence, life without parole. They couldn't afford to leave either Ken or her alive to tell the story. She wondered what they had done with the others. Had they tortured and killed them?
As she continued to fuck each man that presented himself at her bedside she was also trying to make their last hours as painless as possible. How would they be killed. The thought settled over her like a cold, wet shroud. It threatened to smother her as she struggled to keep a semblance of humor and sexual excitement as cocks that were rock hard last night were now just trying for one last fuck before they gave out completely.
As long as there was one more cock eager to feel the warmth of her body they would be kept alive. She dreaded the thought of her final minutes after the last of them said he'd had enough. She tried unsuccessfully to ward off visions of their deaths. She hoped they would take her first so she wouldn't have to witness Ken's death. Would they torture them? Would these men want Ken and her last minutes filled with fear and pain. Ivan had spoken repeatedly about his passion for inflicting pain, especially on women. Would he whip her until she died from the lashes? Would they use her in some hideous way watching as they let her suffer through her final hour?
Laughter from the rear of the room caused her to look in it's direction. The small circle around where she lay parted. A man emerged who was no doubt responsible for the humorous explosion. He wore a strap on and wriggled his hips in all directions making it bounce and sway. Erin forced herself to laugh while her stomach roiled.
Now that their cocks were no longer able to perform she was to be tortured with a plastic cock. She knew they'd shove it in her every hole. That was how she was to leave this earth, blood loss from tearing at every entrance.
She looked at him trying to maintain her smile, but she could feel it fading despite her efforts. It finally, and suddenly gave way to hopeless, wracking sobbing. How could she take more? Realization of her helplessness increased her sobbing. Would there be no end?
Her sobs, and especially the depth of depression they demonstrated brought the laughter to an end. As those immediately around her crude bed ceased laughing, those further back leaned in to see what had caused the raucous humor to morph into utter silence.
Ivan, the man with the whip, parted the circle and knelt beside her. The whip was not in sight. He stroked her forehead as a father might. "What's wrong, honey," he said solicitously. She could not answer through her sobbing. He continued stroking her quietly as she sobbed. He stroked her damp hair and forehead. Even in his new found role as provider of succor, though his hands wandered to her face and further to her breasts and even her sticky pussy. His fingers found her clit. Here she moved his fingers away. It hurt so much she hoped he would just leave it alone.
She let him touch the remainder of her body as she began to regain control of her emotions. "What's wrong," he had asked over and over. How could she tell this dunce that she had been used in every hole over and over. That she had certainly never requested that ten cocks force themselves into her body spewing their cum in her depths as they penetrated her. What was wrong with this dumb ass.
Finally she murmured, "That thing, please don't stick it in me."
He chuckled. Fuck you, she thought, see if you laugh if I stick it in your butt. She said nothing as his chuckle swept through those in hearing range. "It's not for you. We just want to have some fun with your boyfriend."
Butt fucking Ken may be your idea of fun, but I'll bet its not Ken's idea of fun, she thought ruefully, but tried to create a smile.
She had no idea what to think or say so she put on a puzzled look. "You'll see," he said. Others nodded smiling.
"Get up," he said at last. "Ken needs you."
Curiosity and strong arms pulled her to her feet. They steered to where Ken lay. He was in the center of the room near where he had been chained. He had been fastened to the little table face down. His head and chest lay on the table itself while his feet rested on the broken, dirty tile floor. His face was turned away from her.
"Ken," she said tentatively, "are you OK?"
"I don't know," he responded in a clearly not OK voice. "What are they going to do to me?"
"I don't know," Erin said looking back at Ivan. She knew, of course, but how could she tell Ken.
Ivan said, his hardy, jovial manner having returned, "We're just going to let Erin get you off one last time. Then we'll send you on your way."
Yeah, sure, Erin thought.
"What are you going to do," Ken asked, clearly frightened. The position they had fixed his body in was not one Erin had ever used to get him off. "Was this Erin's idea?" If Erin thought this up, it could well be in retribution for his getting off watching her tits whipped, he worried.
"Just be quiet," Ivan responded mildly as he placed Erin's hand on Ken's butt moving it a bit showing her what to do. She continued the stroking as Ivan said, "You're going to get butt fucked. Ever been butt fucked," he laughed as he asked. "It can be uncomfortable at first, but you aren't allowed to scream. You've got to take it like a 'man'," He chuckled at his crass humor. "If you choose not to be quiet while your getting butt fucked, I'm going to whip your butt until it runs blood then gag you with dirty underwear." That was sufficient to quiet Ken.
Erin continued stroking his butt not having been told to stop. The tensing of his butt muscles as she ran her hands and nails across it made her believe he was getting hard. A surreptitious glance confirmed her suspicion.
Someone handed Erin the jar of ointment they had been using to lubricate her butt. "He'll need that," Ivan commented with a grim smile. "Lube him up."
Erin took the lube. "Ken," she said, "they're going to use a dildo on your butt. I'm going to put some lube on so it goes in easier." He tensed as he recoiled from the thought even as he grunted his understanding of what was to happen.
As she spread his cheeks in preparation for the ointment, Ivan moved her from standing alongside him to having her stand behind forcing his legs wide apart. She knew a lot of lube would be needed and consigned herself to doing the best lube job ever. Maybe it wouldn't hurt him so much.
"Ken," she said again softly, "it won't hurt so much if you can relax." Sure, she thought, just try and relax when they start to shove that monster dildo up your ass.
As she applied the first of the ointment to his tightly shut entrance, she could see his cock continue to harden. As she lubed him it lengthened and swelled. As a sign of understanding and comfort she stroked his balls and cock lightly with her slippery palms. His cock responded. He moaned softly.
Those soft moans wouldn't continue, she thought. In a minute he'll be in a world of pain.
She applied several last large gobs of ointment to the inside sliding her fingers deep to make the dildo's passage as smooth as possible.
"That should do it," Ivan said removing her hand from Ken's butt. "Kneel down and suck his dick." Surprised, she wondered if sucking could get Ken to come while he had a monster cock deep inside. She'd given him blow jobs before, but never in a situation anything like this.
It was an awkward position, but Erin found a way to get Ken in her mouth yet give the man with the strap on the access he needed. Make it quick, she decided. Her aching muscles wouldn't allow her much time in this position.
Without further comment the man with the strap on appeared and with no preamble slammed the dildo into Ken. Ken jumped pulling his cock from Erin's mouth. She grabbed it and roughly guided it past her teeth.
It may have really hurt on it's way in, but once in it worked magic on his prostate. Between the dildo and Erin's soft mouth, Ken soon was gasping and panting as his cum filled Erin. She let it run out while keeping his cock in her mouth. Her cramped muscles hurt. She wanted Ivan to say it was over.
That declaration was not forthcoming, however, and as the pounding continued she felt Ken harden and swell in her mouth. Again she put forth effort to suck his juices from his cock. Success was a long time coming, but eventually she as she tongued the slit in his cock his cum gushed over her tongue into her mouth.
Ivan must have noted the climax. "Want to go one more time, Kenny boy," Ivan called out hardily.
"Can't," was all Ken got out.
"OK, honey, that's it," Ivan said bringing his head close to Erin.
Chapter 6
She turned loose Ken's cock and spit several times to try to clear her mouth. She stood now stretching her cramped muscles and moved slowly toward the bathroom. On the way she grabbed a handful of the shop towels.
