No Mercy for Mercy

No mercy for Mercy, Pt. II

Unconscious, even for a short time, did not mean that Mercy's mind was asleep. She moaned softly in her somnambulant state, images of men grasping at her, strange cocks being slapped in her face or against her sensitive breasts, hands, fingers pinching and prodding her. She felt waves of post orgasmic passion as well as a deep itch or tingling that suggested her body wanted more. Her time of unawareness was not calm. She twitched and thrashed against bonds, real and imagined. She had never before been brought to such a hard, overwhelming orgasm and it had drained her. For a short time, oblivion continued, but slowly, almost painfully, consciousness began to rear its ugly head.

However slowly though, she did come back to her senses. Her body still had a faint blush of prickly heat running through it although it felt more like a distant memory than a current feeling. Her asshole still ached slightly from the unwanted intrusion of Bill's finger and her poor nipples had been given quite a workout by Dalton and the nurse and they still throbbed slightly.

As her senses came back, she realized that her face was free of constriction, neither the massage table's cradle or Dalton holding her head. She was stiff and a bit sore but overall, she had weathered the attack on her, because that's how she thought of it, without any seeming long term after effects.

Her body, however, still did not feel free. Her arms were outstretched as if reaching out and she couldn't pull them back toward her. She wasn't lying on anything like the table in the previous room but she was kneeling on some sort of padded bench, and, it felt as if she was bent at the waist. Her eyes felt gummy, sticky with sleep, but she tried to open them anyway. With a shock of dismay, she realized they were open. There was something covering her eyes. She flexed her jaw and cheeks and felt no restriction so she realized it must be some sort of a blindfold, rather than a full mask or hood. She would have to rely on her other senses for the moment

Unfortunately, what little information she could get from them did not instill her with much hope. Aside from her hands being held, she found she could turn her head side to side, but she couldn't raise up. She seemed to be in a kind of a collar or brace around her neck. The room was cooler than the massage room had been and by the fact that she could feel faint airflow over her breasts and between her legs she realized she was once again, or still, naked. Her legs also were somewhat spread apart. They were both kneeling but it seemed that maybe it was a wide surface or maybe a pair of them. She could feel padded leather from her knees down to her feet but when she tried to move them, she found they were restrained as well.

Panic began to set in as Mercy realized what a vulnerable position she was in. What was happening here? Why was it happening? Had something happened at the spa to the staff and...and what? Terrorists had taken over. That sounded ludicrous even as the thought came to her. Dalton had been there and he had been the one who picked her up in the limo. He must work for the spa, and the nurse that had been with Dr. Bering had been there too. James was wealthy, maybe this was some kind of a kidnap and ransom scheme! Mercy's head nearly split as more wild thoughts and theories intruded and she tried to figure out exactly what was going on. So far, she hadn't heard anything so at last she decided to risk calling out.

"Hello?" She called softly. "Is anyone there?" Her voice quavered a little but she took a small amount of pride in the fact she kept it mostly steady. "Please, if someone is there, answer me! What's going on?" Once she started talking it was as if she had opened the floodgates and more words kept pouring out. She knew she was starting to sound increasingly desperate but she couldn't seem to help herself. "Hello!" Answer me

please!

Why are you doing this? Let me go now! I promise I won't say a thing!" She managed to pause long enough to take a breath and try, without much success to still her too fast beating heart. "For god's sake answer me! Anyone please!"

For a moment she thought no one would respond. She had no idea how long she had been here or how long they were planning on keeping her. Fear began to overwhelm her and she began trembling. Then, finally, she heard a sound, like a door opening and footsteps, sharp and steady on a hard surface.

"Who's there?" she cried out! "Can you help me, please?" The footsteps came closer and even with the blindfold on, Mercy could sense someone's presence nearby.

A moment later she felt a hand touch her head. She jerked in surprise but the touch was gentle. It stroked her hair softly for a moment and then she felt fingers tugging at the blindfold and pulling it off her head. Light glared in her eyes and she blinked rapidly several times trying to adjust to her vision being restored. As her eyes cleared she strained her neck up just a little to look around and see who was there. Standing now about three feet away from her was Dr. Bering. He was still dressed as she had first seen him and he was looking at her, smiling, though it didn't seem a benevolent smile. Part of her wanted to be hopeful that he had come to set everything right and help her but there was something about the way he stood there, silent, calculating, as if he was examining her. Mercy began to get an even worse feeling than she already had.

"Hello Mercy." Dr. Bering said. "Did you enjoy your massage with Bill. He is one of our more talented staff members." Mercy stared at the doctor and shook her head in disbelief.

"Enjoy?" She sputtered finally? "Those bastards raped me, used me! Tied me down and forced themselves on me! How the

fuck

was I expected to enjoy that?" Dr. Bering allowed her rant to go on for a moment, all the while smiling and softly shaking his head. Finally he raised his hand.

"Now, now Mercy. Really, that's enough!" He reached up and removed his glasses and then reached into his lab coat for a handkerchief which he used to wipe the lenses as he continued. "I can see why James sent you to us. You really are a bit naïve and demanding. That attitude of yours does need a little bit of...shall we say fine tuning." Mercy stopped yelling and stared open-mouthed at Dr. Bering.

"What do you mean

James sent me

?" Dr. Bering finished cleaning his glasses and put them back on, pocketing the cloth for later. Then he took a small step closer to Mercy, his smile never wavering.

"Just that. James was getting tired of the games you were playing with him and your constant begging for things. He gave you whatever you wanted and yet you are always holding back from him." He shook his head and made a small 'tsk-tsk' sound. "No, a proper girlfriend should willingly and eagerly do whatever her man asks of her. It's your duty to please him."

Mercy was shocked into silence. She didn't know how to respond to that. James had set this all up? They thought it was her

duty

to please him? What the hell was this, the 1950's?

"I...I don't understand." She finally managed to stammer. She wanted to say more but her thoughts were whirling about in her head and she was at a loss. Dr. Bering, however, answered her.

"I think you understand just fine. You are a cock teasing brat. Your attitude will no longer be tolerated and now we will see to it that you are trained in every conceivable way of pleasing a man. You may very well resist the efforts at first, many of our guests here do. But trust me, eventually you will be a compliant little slut, eager to do whatever James demands." Mercy was about to reply but Dr. Bering didn't give her a chance. "Shall we begin?" He turned partly towards the open door he had entered through and called out, "All right, she's ready. Come on." The door was immediately filled with several of the large, muscular attendants that Mercy had seen on her tour, Including Bill, her masseuse, Dalton, her driver, and both of the men who had been with Dr. Bering when she had arrived. She thought one was named Dennis.

Horrified to see several big men walking towards her, two of whom had already violated her Mercy wildly looked around for anything that help her or give her more information. The room she was in currently was a large one. The door being a good twenty or so feet away and equally wide to either side. The floor, of which she had a great view of, was tiled in white and pale blue, like a bathroom or locker room. She also for the first time really took stock of exactly kind of physical predicament she was in. She was on a wide platform that was raised up a foot or two above the level of the floor. Her head and arms were in some kind of a modern stockade. Wood, leather padding and metal trim kept her head locked in place and her hands equally immobile by apertures to either side. She couldn't see behind her but she was now more certain than ever that her legs were set apart on two different padded benches. She realized with dismay those benches were raised a bit more and that put her ass arching up making it and her pussy open and available for...anything. The stockade she was in was long in length but narrow in width, so much of her body was accessible from in front or behind, and her breasts bounced and hung down free. Dr. Bering watched as the men, seven in all, gathered around. He nodded to each of them with a smile still gracing his face.

"Ok fella's, you know the drill. Let's get her warmed up. And don't worry about being too gentle. She needs the discipline to start learning her place."

The men smiled eagerly, eyeing the helpless Mercy. She could already see bulges in their tight pants and shorts growing at the thought of what was coming. She shivered and tried one last plea.

"You don't have to do this, really. I've learned my lesson. I'll never ask James for anything again. Just please let me go!" Tears had started gathering in her eyes and the first few overflowed and began trickling down her face. "Please?" She begged. The men just laughed. Dr. Bering turned and spoke to the men one last time.

"I'll take my leave for now. The cameras are all in place so I can observe and critique your work later..."He turned his head to look at Mercy shaking helplessly in the stocks and continued. "...and to make certain that James has a full visual record of her treatment. You be a good girl Mercy and do whatever you are told." Then with a grim chuckle, he turned away and walked out of the room.

"Oh man, I have been waiting for this!" One of the men said as the doctor vanished through the door.

"Me too!" Dennis said. "Let's get ready!" The others nodded and quickly each of the men began taking their clothes off. Mercy stared at them, dread rising in her every second that passed. As the men stripped down she saw they were all well-built, most with body-builder physiques, though a few had the long, lean muscular torso of a long distant runner. And one more thing, Mercy shook her head in disbelief as she watched these seven men shuck their shorts and pants, and realized that each and every one of them was hung like a horse. She had seen Daltons cock already, had up close and personal knowledge of it in fact but his ten-inches was almost the smallest cock in the group. Some were a bit thinner but longer by an inch or so and a couple she guessed were twelve inches long and almost as thick as a coke bottle. It was as if they had all been called up from some obscene porno film's casting. Now naked, the men came forward and began to spread out, surrounding her on every side.

"She's prone to whining," said Bill as the men moved in on her. Someone ought to start by plugging her mouth!" The man she had first met when she arrived named Dennis, jumped at the opportunity.

"I'll take care of that!" He said with a grin and stepped up directly in front of Mercy.

Because the platform raised her stockade up by a foot or two, her head was almost directly level with Dennis's cock. He was very hairy down there, covered with a thick bristly thatch of red hair that matched his military style buzzcut. Though his cock was about the same size as Dalton's, it was much thicker. Dennis grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head up so, though straining, she was looking up at him.

"No!" She whimpered. I...I don't do that, please!" Then seeing the determined and lustful look on his face, Mercy just pressed her lips tight together trying to deny him access to her mouth. Dennis chuckled which to her sounded a bit like a snarl.

"First lesson," he said with a hint of menace to his voice. "When your man approaches you with his cock, your mouth is always to be open!" Then he pressed the thick, spongy head of his large cock against her lips and smeared it back and forth across her face, steadily increasing the pressure, trying to push his way in. When Mercy refused to cooperate, he just laughed. "Looks like we'll have to supply a little incentive." Then he reached out with a hand and pinched her nose tightly closed. Mercy's eyes bugged wide in her head and she tried to shake her head, attempting to plead with the man to stop. She made a little whining noise in her throat without opening her mouth but Dennis just held onto her nose and kept pressing his throbbing cock against her lips.

Meanwhile two of the men, Dalton on her right and another man she didn't know on her left had stopped and were squatting down. Suddenly Mercy felt their hands grasping at her large, soft breasts. They grabbed a hold and began squeezing them, pulling on them and crushing them in their hands before letting them drop and starting up again. Dalton grasped her nipple and twisted it while pulling on it, stretching it downward till it reached its limit. Mercy was squealing, her mouth still shut but her sensitive nub was red hot with pain. She thought if he pulled any harder he might tear it off. The unknown man on the other side bent his head down and she felt his mouth surround her other nipple. But he wasn't content to just suck. He caught hold of her tit with his teeth and began to pull while biting down. Not hard enough to break the skin, but almost.

Two of the other men had reached their place behind Mercy. Bill was there along with another fellow. The stranger began first by laying his hand on her upturned ass cheek. Mercy had an ample ass and plenty of men had often commented it was one of the things they liked best about her. He took a moment to feel her flesh jiggle and bunch under his palm, then he grabbed a handful of ass-flesh and squeezed hard.

Bill Grabbed her other cheek and did the same, both of the men pulling and squeezing her ass, spreading the crack between her cheeks wide while exposing her asshole even more.

"I've already had my hand in this bitch's pussy," Bill said. "Now I have to see how it feels with my cock." Bill pushed himself up closer between her legs and Mercy felt his dick begin to slide along her pussy's opening. She was dismayed to realize that she was already slightly wet down there and Bill's rubbing as well as all the other stimulation she was receiving wasn't helping.

Back in front, Dennis was getting frustrated while Mercy's face was just starting to turn red as she continued to try and hold out against him. Annoyed at her, he growled and called out to Bill.

"Give the little lady a bit of encouragement! She needs to learn to obey when a man is telling her what to do!" Bill nodded and took a moment to let go of her thick ass-cheek and give her a solid slap on it. The sharp sound of his swat echoed through the room and left a vivid red handprint on her left cheek. Mercy squealed and jumped against her bonds with no real success but in doing so she opened her mouth and gasped in a huge lungful of air, and Dennis's cock. Dennis didn't waste the opportunity and pressed his thick, hard member into her mouth and back as deep as he could. He angled it so the head ran along the roof of her mouth and slid back till it dipped downward into her throat. Mercy's tongue was caught underneath his shaft and whether she was trying to or not, it slobbered and licked along the entire length. She made a choking sound and tried desperately not to vomit.

"Are you guys gonna' just play with those," asked another man who was standing to the side watching Dalton and his friend maul her breasts, or are you going to get them ready?" Dalton grinned and looked up at the fellow.

"Yeah, OK. We were just having a little fun." Then he spoke to the man on her other breast. "Comon Randy, let's get her ready!" Randy growled softly and gave one last nip and pull to Mercy's already aching tit and then backed off. But the two men weren't done with her breasts.

The man standing up grabbed something from behind him and dropped it down next to Randy, then took another bundle and tossed it over Mercy's back to Dalton's side. Even pushed deep onto Dennis's cock, Mercy was able to catch a glimpse of a small coil of black, silk rope. The two men grabbed up the rope and then leaned under her to her breasts once more. They grabbed a hold of them and took the ends of the rope and began to wrap them slowly and carefully around the base of her large hanging boobs. She could feel the two men pulling the rope tight with each loop they made as they wrapped more and more rope around her tits. She began to feel the pressure building as her breasts began to swell and balloon up. Panic seized her and between gagging and sucking on the huge cock in her mouth she tried to tell them to stop.

"uh,,,,'odd uugh, ooo!..eathss-op!" her words were unintelligible and just caused her to spit and drool out around Dennis's cock. The binding of her breasts was getting tighter and now the men were tying off the ends by finishing in a figure eight around both breasts with both lengths of cord. Her nipples were swelling and hard as stone, aching and burning at the same time.

Bill had gotten to like spanking Mercy's ass. He loved the way it jiggled as he slapped her, watching her cheeks start to turn bright red. He continued to land hard, loud smacks on her ass even as he began to press his own cock into the folds of her pussy. Mercy shrieked with each slap that landed. She sobbed, tears streaming down her face to join the greasy slick of drool that was coating her lips and chin. Bill didn't slam in fast as he entered her and it was a good thing too. Bill was one of the thick, twelve inchers and he spread her pussy and filled it more than anything ever had before. It was a tight fit for Bill but he was determined not to stop as he pushed deeper and deeper into her warm, wet womanhood.

Now that the silk cord had been tightly wrapped around the base of her large breasts and they had swollen almost a size larger, the flesh starting to turn red and blushed with purple, the two men began to rub her nipples with their fingers, plucking at them, flicking them, and rubbing their thumbs back and forth across her stiff engorged tits.

The sensation sent heat spears through her chest and tingled all the way down her abdomen to her pussy. Her whole body was shaking as each of the men from every side continued their relentless assault. And even as she cried and tried to plead for mercy, she was ashamed to realize her body was reacting to all of this stimulation. She could feel a growing heat down in her pussy, prickling waves of heat and pain radiating through her breasts, and yes, even excitement for what was being done to her.

The taste of Dennis's cock was surprisingly different than Daltons had been. Dalton's cock was a dark, heavy taste, almost bitter like black coffee with hints of exotic spice. Dennis's cock was almost sweet. It was salty with sweat and had a faint taste of lime to it. She even felt a few small drops of precum on her tongue and they tasted almost like a cinnamon pancake batter with something a little more musky underneath. Even as her body reacted and shook with a growing tremor that Mercy knew was the start of another orgasm, her mind railed and screamed at these men who were raping and abusing her. She had never been treated in any way close to this. Never been with more than one man at a time. Never had so many sensations washing over her simultaneously. She wasn't certain how she could handle all of it.