You Two Again?!
ONE
“Well look at that! You two again?!”
The deep, menacing roar of the Wolf filled the cell, making the hooded women shiver in fear and grabbing onto each others’ hand even harder. 51 made a futile attempt to turn sideways and cover her crotch with her thigh, while 26 flexed against her cuffs, trying to break free. It was all in vain, of course. There was no way out now - they both knew it, and the Wolf knew it too.
“You really like it down here, don’t you?” the Wolf growled, slowly driving his index finger down 26’s sweaty chest, then starting to fondle her nipples. He really loved these nipples: they were long and easy to get hard. The same could be said about 26’s clitoris. By the time he reached between her thighs her cunt was already dripping and her nub protruded forth from its hood fully erect. The Wolf gave it a pinch, eliciting a muffled shriek.
“Oh yeah… you like it much, much more than you should” he said, “but we can help that. What do you say, Mr Boar? What should we do with these two little bitches?”
The Boar stopped sucking on 51’s nipples and snorted. “I say let’s hurt them a little. Or better yet, hurt them a lot. This one is really delicious; I can’t wait to give her a ride. But hey, there’s no need to hurry, is there? We can rape them plenty of times later. It’s not like they are going anywhere.”
“Damn right they’re not!” the Wolf laughed, giving 26’s tits a hard slap. “All right, sweetie, let’s start with your favorite.” 26 could hear the sharp thwack of the cane as the Wolf hit his palm with it. She sent a pleading moan into her gag.
“Aww, Mr Wolf, you are too kind to her. I’ll start with my favorite” the Boar replied, lashing his whip at the floor. “Look at this flawless ivory skin, just begging to be ruined…”
TWO
51 was hanging upside down from the spreader bar between her ankles, slowly rotating around her vertical axis. She has spent enough time like this for the blood pool up in her head - her heartbeat was drumming in her ears louder with every minute. She was, however, more concerned about the painful bruises now covering her front and back, and even more so by the candle stuck into her pussy.
It has already burnt down halfway, covering her crotch with wax, and the flame was about to descend into her vagina. The Wolf and the Boar described it to her with glee and in length how it will burn her from the inside for several minutes before the candle gets short enough for her labia to close, extinguishing the flame. At first 51 was certain they weren’t serious - they were surely professional enough not to cause her such a horrible injury. Surely they would put out the flame in time. But as the candle got shorter and shorter she started to panic. It didn’t sound like the men were paying her any attention; they were fully focused on 26’s pain and their own pleasure instead.
As far as she could tell, they removed her friend’s gag and were now busy banging her pussy and throat at the same time. Sometimes one or the other of them pulled out of her to spend a few minutes whipping and scorning her, but they made sure her throat would be full all the time. Muffled moans of pain were mixed into the sounds of gagging, choking and the rhythmic, wet smacking on the cock fucking 26’s throat.
It was the hottest ambience 51 has ever heard.
“You like this, slut, don’t you?” the Boar grunted. “Fuck yeah. I can tell you are fucking loving it. What kind of sick, pathetic bitch is turned on by being beaten and raped by two men at the same time? A fat, old, ugly skank like you.”
A vibrating wand was turned on. From the sounds it made 51 understood that her friend’s pussy was indeed sloppy with lust.
“Sorry, did I hurt your feelings, whore? I bet you are not used to being told the truth. But the truth is, you are just plain hideous. Look at this saggy belly. Look at these flabby udders. What man in his right mind would fuck a disgusting thing like you? Sickos like us, that’s right. Men who like their fuckmeat beaten and bruised. Men who like to give you sluts exactly what you deserve…”
The smacking of the Wolf’s cock got faster and faster, and finally he exploded in a guttural roar - just as 26 erupted in ecstatic screams herself. Her orgasm just went on… and on… and on. Her muffled moans quickly went silent, however, due to the Wolf’s erect cock still blocking her throat. At last he pulled out and 51 could hear her friend wheezing and sobbing.
The Boar switched off the wand and laughed.
“And the truth shall set you free, ” he laughed. “All right, very well! Mr Wolf, would you please cuff this bitch back to the wall? Let’s give her some time out while we play with her friend. I think it’s time to take her down, her pussy is just about to go up in flames… quite literally! Oh ha ha, what a lovely day…”
THREE
After spending a few more hours fucking and torturing their subjects, the Wolf and the Boar left their chamber to restore their strength with a hearthy lunch. The women were also given bowls of food and clean water, and were left ungagged. Their hoods remained locked on their heads, however, her hands were cuffed behind their backs and they were even leashed to the wall. It was more of a symbolic touch, considering their locked cell door, but the constant rattling of their chains highlighted their helplessness very effectively. Even as they were gobbling down their meager meal, their tormentors could have returned in any minute to go on with the abuse.
Even though both 26 and 51 felt very well-fucked already, that thought made their pussies wet again in no time.
26 made sure her bowls were licked squeaky clean, then sat back on her heels and gave out a happy grunt. She flexed against her cuffs and leash, testing their strength. She was going nowhere. And she knew nothing she’d say or do could change that. Not until her time was up.
The Pussy Prison had a very straightforward business model: you pay one week, you get one week. High-end consensual-nonconsensual sex service at its finest. And though it wasn’t cheap, the caring, professional hospitality of its Masters was worth every cent.
51 giggled. “Oh Chrissie. This is still much more fun than freediving in Fiji.”
26 laughed out loud. “Tell me about it. Base jumping? Ice climbing? Who cares about any other extreme sport when you can have…”
She suddenly fell silent when she heard the door opening and then slamming shut again.
“Did I hear talking?” the Wolf growled, lashing his whip at the floor. “Did I hear you two fucking talking?” He grabbed 51’s collar and stuffed a fat ball gag into her mouth. He unlocked her chain leash and dragged her to her feet. “I thought you have long realized your mouth holes are for two things and two things only.” He gave her ass cheeks two hard slaps. “Blowjobs… and screaming!” He cuffed 51’s wrists to a chain hanging from above and stepped to 26. “But I will teach you… I will fucking teach you!”
By the time her gag was strapped tight between her jaws, 26’s pussy was gaping with lust again. Half a day down, six and a half to go… seven days of intensive, non-stop abuse and torture. Seven long days locked up with a bunch of sadistic, sex-obsessed beasts she never even saw face to face.
Still, somehow only thing she dreaded was the day when it would come to an end.
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