No mercy for Mercy, Pt. IV
Once again, Mercy found herself in stocks. To be sure, these were neither the same stocks she had previously been held in, nor the same room. This was a large hall on the second floor. The attendants, Bruno, and Al, had wheeled her down several hallways while she was still strapped to the gurney. Then they had reached a large elevator. When the door opened, she was rolled inside. The elevator had three other attendants in it as well, all, presumably, on their way to handle their daily duties. They had all stared at Mercy with a wolf-like hunger and Bruno had suggested they get acquainted with the spa's newest "guest." The men needed no further urging and once again, hands, fingers and mouths were exploring Mercy's overly sensitized body. Her tits were a favorite destination and several pinches and grabs were lavished on her large, soft globes. Another man explored her pussy with two of his fingers and someone else actually kissed her hard on the mouth, forcing his tongue between her lips.
Mercy groaned and whined at all of the attention she received while Al and Bruno just watched. Fortunately, the ride in the elevator was short and when the bell chimed saying they had arrived, the two of them told the others this was their stop.
"But you should definitely visit Stable Hall later if you want to get better acquainted with Mercy!" Al said with a smile. The other three men's eyes all widened and Mercy heard an intake of breath as one of them sucked air through his teeth in surprise.
"She's ready for that?" The man asked. Bruno laughed as they began ton wheel her out of the elevator.
"Is anyone ever ready for it?" he chuckled. Then the doors closed and once again she was on the move as the two beefy attendants wheeled her towards whatever Stable Hall was. Mercy's heart was pounding, not just from the short but intense stimulation she had just gotten, but from fear as well. What the hell was going to happen to her now? She thought about pleading with Al and Bruno again but she knew it would do no good so she lay there, strapped down and shivering, whimpering as they moved her down the hallway.
As it turned out, Stable Hall was a large open hall taking up a full corner of the building. In it, the floor was a polished hardwood with several square posts running from floor to the twenty foot high ceiling overhead. The floor was also covered with, of all things, straw. Along the walls to two sides of the room were large, open stalls, divided from one another by low, wooden walls, about waist high. Each stall was about 10 x 20 and inside were the stocks. However, these were made of metal bars set in a square frame, with several crisscrossing bars creating the various openings for heads and hands to be put into.
Mercy was wheeled to near one of the stalls and then Bruno and Al quickly unstrapped her and helped her off the gurney. They led her into the stall and behind the stocks. Then, Mercy did try to protest, struggling weakly but she had been put through a lot already today and even if she hadn't, was no match for the two strong attendants. If Mercy had been in any condition to observe the framework of the stocks, she might have appreciated the ingenuity of how it was designed. The crisscrossing bars within the frames could be actually moved, farther apart or closer together, and then locked into place. So, the height of the locations for her head and hands, as well as width apart, could be easily adjusted to allow the victim within to be placed in any position from kneeling, almost prostrate on the floor to nearly standing upright. Bruno held Mercy and made certain to fit her head into a diamond shaped opening between several bars while Al carefully maneuvered the bars closer to one another and locked them in place. Mercy had a small amount of room to move her head from side to side or up and down, but the orifice wasn't wide enough to pull her head out of. The bars held tight, under her chin, against her throat and on the back of her neck.
Once secured by her head, they each grabbed an arm and pulled them wide, so that her arms were outstretched fully, then bent at the elbows. Her hands were then quickly secured through openings similar to the way her head had been. There was a slight bit more freedom of movement for her hands, allowing her to push further through to about halfway to her elbow but still snug enough that she couldn't pull her hands out, though just to make certain of that, Al and Bruno attached metal handcuff-like bracelets to her wrists, which in turn were attached to the frame by relatively short lengths of chain. They had set the height of the stockades that Mercy was standing, but almost fully bent at the waist. Once head and hands were affixed, Bruno moved behind Mercy and squatting down, forced her legs wide apart and then fastened two short lengths of chain to cuffs which were fitted around her ankles. She could move her legs closer to the stocks, which would only make her current positioning more uncomfortable, but no further away, nor could she close them. Her breasts hung down, large and pendulous, swaying and bouncing with every movement she made.
She tested the strength of the bonds on her hands, twisted her head to try and see if there was some angle she could use to slide her head out, kicked her feet futilely against the chains and cuffs that held them wide apart, but none of this was the least bit successful. Mercy was well and truly trapped within this frame and helpless to do anything about it. She began to really shake now. In this position she was wide open to anything these men wanted to do to her and she had no illusions that they would be gentle about it, considering everything she had already been put through. Al and Bruno just stood back and watched her struggle against her bonds, enjoying the way she jiggled and squirmed and getting turned on by her whimpers. They let this go on for a minute or two, then Al looked over at his partner.
"Let's get this moving shall we?" He rubbed a hand against his crotch which was showing the unmistakable rise of his erection. "Call the others in." Mercy choked back a sob and did her best to stare up at the men. "Others?" She thought. Was she in for another gang rape? Bruno just chuckled and stepped out of the stall. Mercy couldn't see what he was doing but she heard the sound of a phone receiver being picked up and then Bruno's voice.
"This is Bruno...uh-huh. She's ready. Come on down." Then Mercy heard the phone being lapped back down and Bruno came back in. "They'll be here in a few," he said to Al.
"Good! That will give me enough time to use that pretty mouth of hers again. He stepped up in front of Mercy and quickly tugged down his slacks, his hard and throbbing cock standing stiffly out in front of him. Before she even realized what she was doing, she acted on instinct, reverting to the behavior that was being set in her brain, whether she wanted to participate or not. Mercy saw his cock, opened her mouth wide and slid her tongue out, giving him unimpeded access to her soft, warm mouth. Al smiled and didn't waste any time. He grabbed her by the sides of her head and laid his cock on her tongue. Then, he began to slide it in, slowly filling her mouth as inch by inch, he pushed the length of his huge tool into her.
Mercy tried her best to accommodate his cock. She slid her tongue back and forth beneath his thick shaft, she used her full lips to surround his cock and suck him deeper in. She drooled and let spit run from her mouth to soak the entire length of his rock hard shaft but all that apparently wasn't enough for him. He gripped a fistful of her hair in one meaty hand and with the other, pinched her nose closed, cutting off most of her air. Then he shoved deeper still into her mouth, growling under his breath to her as he did.
"If you want to breathe, you'd better start really showing me how much you want to suck my cock!" With that, he pushed the last of his twelve inches into her mouth, settling the hard and spongy tip of it deep in her throat while his balls pressed up against her lips and chin. Mercy's eyes bulged, tearing up and she began to squeak and gurgle around the huge cock, begging Bruno to pull back and let her breathe, but her pleadings had no effect. She was left with no choice but to redouble her efforts and try to please him. She gagged hard, drooled, and slurped along his rock hard cock. She even tried to use her teeth, not to actually bite him but to add a bit of additional feeling along his shaft. Bruno tensed slightly for a moment when he felt that but began to groan responsively as she scraped along his cock, suckling and licking while trying to gain even a small amount of motion.
Meanwhile, Al wasn't willing to be left out of the fun. He moved behind Mercy and began running his large hands up and over her upturned ass. He squeezed her cheeks and pulled them wide, bending down and allowing his face access to her pink and vulnerable pussy as well as her tight asshole. Mercy felt him moving around behind her, touching, and groping her ass. She groaned deep in her throat around Bruno's cock and tried to wiggle her ass as best as she could but Al had her where he wanted. He leaned his face in and she felt his tongue begin to lick along the spread open folds of her pussy. He started softly, tasting her outer lips, and slowly pressing in deeper. Mercy's pussy was already damp and juices trickled out as Al's talented tongue did its job. Mercy began to groan and whimper even as she was forced to fellate Bruno's massive pole.
Al pressed in deeper and now slid his tongue up to lick and drool across her asshole, rimming her softly but rapidly, then moving back down to her pussy and spearing in deep. Mercy struggled against the forces in front of and behind her, moaning soft and wet, trying desperately to get even a little air into her lungs. Her face was turning red, her cheeks puffed out and sucked in over and over trying to please him. She could feel Al's tongue teasing against her clit and it sent shivers trilling through her body. She knew these feelings and realized that she was starting to build towards an orgasm. She increased her efforts to slide her hips side to side, trying to delay the inevitable even as she sucked harder and groaned around Bruno's cock. Her hands open and closed into fists, rattling against the cuffs and bars that held her. She didn't want this. These men were taking her to a place of intimacy and need that she didn't want to go to but was helpless to stop. Her eyes began to roll back in their sockets and she felt lightheaded and dizzy from a lack of oxygen. That only seemed to intensify everything she was feeling.
