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Chapter 17 – Ride the Pony
I fought to catch a breath as she rode my face. With my nose planted up her ass and my mouth working her cunt, I struggled for air. I hoped this was my last service of the night. I had come to expect that Marry’s ride signaled the end of each of my nights.
“Oh baby, that’s it. Harder…harder…oh yah, stick that tongue up my pussy,” Marry groaned. As she ground her full weight down onto my face, I could feel her orgasm coming. Her body stiffened and her legs clamped tighter around my head.
Then the release…. I swallowed hard as Marry’s dumped her load of quim down my throat. I kept my tongue grinding against her clit, working it hard. I knew that Marry liked her sex rough. At this point, I just want her to finish cumming and have it over.
With her orgasm over, Marry left her full weight fall onto my face. The cheeks of her ass slide over my nose and covered my face. Sitting on my face, looking down my torso, Marry began to lightly lash my body with “Whitey”, her thin white fiberglass rod.
As the rod cut welts into my thighs, Marry said, “Well Slut, time to get dressed. Guess you’re done for tonight.” Still she didn’t get up, but sat firmly, with her full weight on my face. I continued to struggle to get air through my open mouth. It was then that she let loose with her piss.
A stream of sour hot piss filled my mouth and ran down my throat. Although I had spent all week licking piss from the girl’s cunt, even licking their assholes clean, no one had pissed directly down my throat.
“You like that don’t you Slut?” Marry asked. I was busy swallowing. She knew I couldn’t respond…she didn’t really care. “Marsha told me how much you beg to drink her piss. You like mine better?” she teased.
When the flow ebbed, I gulped again, this time for more air. “It’s getting late, bitch. Clean me,” Marry commanded. I ran my tongue up and down her snatch. I thrust my tongue deep up her cunt cleaning her cunt, licking all the remnants of her fetid piss.
As Marry climbed off me, she reached down and unlocked my wrist from my ankles. “Hurry up, Cindy’s waiting,” she chided.
I hurt all over. This had been going on for three days. Ever since Marry’s late night raid on my apartment, I had been reporting to the Kappa house from 6:00 to 10:00 each night. Marry had plans to make me pay for my rebellion. Her plan was that I be a Kappa toilet slave.
I had no choice, for as Marry said, Cindy was waiting. What she really meant was “waiting” at her apartment, now a sex slave just as I had become. My sweet little blonde babe, forced to service Marry, Marsha, and Annie, just as I was. Since Cindy’s rape that night at my apartment, Marry had made it clear that if I didn’t do “exactly” as she demanded, Cindy would pay the price for my insubordination.
Even that being said, I knew that when we got back to Cindy’s apartment, I would find her in some kind of forced sexual situation. Monday night I had her get ass fucked by Dane as she was forced to eat Annie’s cunt. I had a good view, as I was bent over the table next to her with Cory’s cock forced down my throat and Marsha fucking my ass with her favor dildo. Tuesday night found Cindy on her knees, wrist tied to ankles, her face planted between Marsha’s thighs. Dane and Cory were standing over her, jacking off. By the time I got to the apartment, Cindy was already covered with cum from her head to her ass. It was obvious that the two men had spent the night ejaculated on her repeatedly. When Marry brought me back, I was forced to lick all their cum from off Cindy’s back and ass. As I spent the next few hours cleaning her sweat and cum covered body, Marry and Annie took turned whipping me.
I couldn’t help but wonder what sexual terror Cindy was enduring tonight…suffering because of me…because I had dared defy those femdom britches. “Quit you god damn daydreaming, we haven’t got all night bitch,” Marry gruffly said. With a swift move of her foot, she kicked me in the groin. Her blow glanced of my semi-rigid cock.
I sat up slowly. Strapped down for four hours, it was difficult to sit up. It didn’t help that I had been bound down mercilessly and impaled on the Pony. It didn’t help that this was the third night either.
Each night, I was strapped on my back on an old shoe store bench. I was bent backwards on my knees, with my wrist strapped to my ankles. Around my throat was a collar, with a cord that ran to a harness on my balls. Once the cord was hooked to my scrotum, I couldn’t so much as raise my head without tearing off my testicles. At the same time, I couldn’t move my hips to ease the strain on my scrotum without further choking myself.
“Oh, guess I forgot,” Marry said with a chuckle as she watched me struggle to rise. She planted her foot against my chest and forced me against the bench incline. As she leaned down to unclip the cord from the collar, her foot slid against the small metal paper clips that were casino oyna clamped to my nipples. Numb from hours without blood, the grinding of her foot against the clips none-the-less send shot of pain through my tits. Marry paused to slap me hard across the face. “Move it bitch! You got five minutes,” she shouted.
I sat up and began to take off my bondage gear. It was slow and painful work. The only consultation was that it wasn’t as humiliating as when I had to put all the shit by myself, in front of all the girls, at the beginning of each night. Being bound as the “Second floor, West wing, Kappa Toilet Whore” was bad enough, but being forced to put my own torture devices on, while the girls hooted and jeered at the “show” was terrible.
With my neck free, the first task was to pull myself of the “Pony”. The “Pony” was a fiendish monster. Weighing near twenty pounds and being twenty inch long by twelve inch around it was a bizzaro faux cock. The Pony had begun its life as gag gift from one of the Kappa’s bridal showers. Given the Kappa taste for perversion, it came as no surprise that the huge beast became a house icon. The Pony served in a variety of house rituals, from pledge initiations to…my role as a Toilet Whore. Clearly, the Pony had never been indented to be forced in any human orifice, cunt or colon. But, that didn’t stop the Kappa’s from physically raping me with it.
My role as Toilet Whore was just that…I was the Second floor West wing toilet for the week. Not a square of toilet paper was used all week. My tongue and my mouth served that function. All week I was to lick every girls’ pussy dry and clean, be it from a shower or a piss. Further, I was to lick their asses clean from every shit and dump.
The Kappas used a modified the shoe fitting bench, with the Pony attached at the bottom of the bench incline. The poor bastard that was the Toilet Whore was force down onto the Pony and then back onto the bench incline. With legs bent back at the knees and with arms bound to the ankles, the unfortunate “bitch” was forced to “ride the Pony”.
Each night, the girls watched (smiling, taunting and fingering their clits) as I had to force the Pony up my ass. It was great humor to the girls; girls who all had known the intrusion of hard, throbbing shafts up their own cunts. But, no matter how big the cock or dildo they might have fucked none had ever had such a behemoth impaled inside them…nor did any ever wish to have on. They watched and laughed as I grit my teeth and worked the massive intruded up my ass. They jeered and joked that the Pony was “my baby”. They asked if my baby was tearing my “cunt” apart. They joked that being fucked by the Pony would be the closest I ever came to giving birth……and they were not wrong.
Covered with Vaseline, each night the massive slab of latex was forced up my ass each night. It was all I could do to take the first six inches up my ass, just enough to allow myself to be strapped down on the shoe bench. Unfortunately, the fact was that during the four hours of force service to the girls (their combined weight on my head), my fatigue, and my inevitable movement as my body was repeatedly force down upon the bench, a good ten or twelve inches of the Pony ended up my colon.
Now, I struggled to pull the mass of latex from my raw ass. I don’t think that I can even full describe the feeling. Unless you have had something that truly huge rammed up your asshole, ripped up into your very colon, stretching you asshole until it bleed, you could never really understand the pain. Sad to say, I even became thankful of all ass fucking and anal abuse that I had been previously subjected to by Marry, Marsha, Annie, Dane and Cory; else the massive Pony would have surely physically torn me apart.
When I had finally extracted myself from the Pony, I fell forward onto my hands and knees. Panting from the effort, but I had little time to spend recovering. Marry had given me only five minutes, and a good portion of that time had already expired.
I sat back on my heels and began to detach my cock and ball harnesses. Fifteen pounds of weight dangled from my balls. Marry had started the first night with five pounds, but had added five pounds each subsequent night. The weight tore at my raw scrotum, stretching my balls unnaturally away from my body. The pain of fifteen pounds made me wonder what the twenty-five pounds would feel like in two days. I could envision that much weight permanently damaging my sack…tearing my nuts right off.
Once the weights were off, I unsnapped the ball spreader. The single strap between my testicles had been attached to the cord from my collar and to the sack weights. The two snaps on the double wide strap, around my sack just above my swollen testicles, came off with a pop. The pain of the release was so that I just about cried out. Marry brought her fiberglass rod “Whitey” down hard upon my semi-erect cock. “SHUT THE FUCK UP SLUT!” Marry screamed canlı casino at me. I bit down on my lip and stifled myself.
Next, I took of the cock harness. This harness was a seven-ring, gates-of-hell harness. Seven steel rings, each smaller than the other ran from the base of my cock to just under the cock head. My cock was deep purple and swollen, the meat rings buried into the flesh of my shaft. I had been denied any ejaculated for a week, while at the same time spending hours licking luscious young cunts. As a result, regardless of how humiliating or painful, my cock never failed to try to become erect. Night after night, my cock engorged with blood, swelling toward an erection, but never achieving one. As horny as I might become, the small steel rings did their evil job. My once proud ten-inches of meat was never allowed to become anything more than a grossly disfigured semi-hard piece of six-inch bloody cartilage.
Now, as after every night, the steel rings were buried deep into the rigid flesh of my engorged cock shaft. I prayed that I could take the time to let my cock deflate. But with time running out, I had no choice but to twist and rip the rings off my raw man meat.
Lastly, I was to remove my nipple clips. I looked at Marry. She held the metal springs that inserted into the metal clips in her hand. She did not extend her hand to me. Instead, she smiled and licked her lips like a hungry cat. I heard myself mutter, “Please Master”.
Marry demanded being called “Master” not “Mistress”. Built like the weight lifter she was, she figured herself the equal of any man…even their superior. Now, as she held the releases for my nipple clips, she gloated over me as I had to beg her, calling her my Master.
Marry extended her hand and I took the two springs. I inserted the springs in the two small black paper clips, clamped to my nipples. With a grimace, I open the first clip. As the blood rushed back into my raw, torn nipple I couldn’t help but whimper in pain.
My reward for this act of “pussy weakness”, as Marry called it, was a hard slap across the face. “Hurry up you fucking pussy,” she said. My eyes watering from the pain in my nipples and the blow to my face, I took off the second clip. Again, the pain shot through my tit. I tried to stifle my outcry. This time I managed only a very small grunt, but it was still enough to get a second face slap from Marry.
Marry hooked a leash to my neck collar and lead me naked from the bathroom. She drug me down the back stair to her car. There she opened the trunk and pushed me in. I lie on the cold hard metal floor as she began the drive home.
At Cindy and Marsha’s apartment, Marry drug my naked body across the back yard and up to the door. In the cold December air, cover with welts and bruises, racked with pain, I no longer worried about whom or how many people may have seen my public nudity.
We went through the kitchen into the living room. There I was greeted by the sight of my dear Cindy, cover with sweat, on her knees sucking cock. Cory, Dane and Ben stood naked before her in a semi-circle. On her knees in front of them, Cindy was sucking Ben’s hard erection. I watched for a minute or two, held in place by Marry and her leash. Then I heard Marsha say, “Time”. I watched as Cindy slick Ben’s thick purple cock from her mouth and move her head over to Cory. Without any delay, Cindy took Cory’s rigid member into her mouth and became sucking.
Annie, Marsha and Friane sat on the couch. All three girls were obviously drunk and stoned. Annie turned to Friane and said, “Your turn.” Friane got up and picked up a gallon jug of water. She took the jug to Ben and forced the opening between his lips. As the girls chanted “One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten!” Ben struggled to gulp down the water. A sizable amount of the water escaped his mouth and ran down his torso. Friane looked at the two girls on the couch. Marsha shouted, “Four”, while Annie yelled “Six”. Friane took a ping-pong paddle off the table. With firm measured strokes, she laid six stinging blows on Ben’s naked ass.
Marry jerked the leash and forced me down to the floor. As I was drug down, I heard Friane say to me, “Always use the higher number”. Marry pushed me onto my back. “Get between her pussies legs and show her how much you like her eating other men’s cock,” Marry chortled.
As I wriggled up between Cindy’s legs, I could smell her sex. When I pushed my tongue between her labia, I was greeted with copious quantities of her pussy juices. She was sooo wet!
I lashed my tongue along her slit and thrust the tip up into her. Cindy’s cunt juices ran down her legs and washed over my face. From the amount of pussy juice cumming from Cindy, I knew that regardless of how degrading it might be to have been forced to suck cock, Cindy was very turned on!
As I drank her sweet slippery effluent, I could also taste traces of her delicious quim. I immediately knew kaçak casino that Cindy had also already orgasmed several times. Cindy sat down on my face, forcing my tongue up hard into her. She ground her cunt down onto my mouth, grinding her clit onto my thrusting tongue.
The fact that Cindy was horny only made me that much hornier. As I already noted, I hadn’t been allowed to ejaculate all week, even as I was being forced to eat pussy after pussy. Now, with my lover Cindy’s cunt riding my mouth, I was totally randy.
“Get your hands down,” Marsha shouted. Only then did I realize that I had moved my hands up onto Cindy’s ass, pulling her down onto my mouth. “Give him the count,” Marsha directed.
The first whack across my erection by Friane took me by surprise. I heard Annie and Marsha shout out, “One.” Without any bondage or restrictions, my cock had swollen back to its full 10-inch length. The bobbing, twitching mass of throbbing meat made an easy target for Friane. “Two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten!” shouted the two girls as Friane completed the spanking of my erection.
Pain and pleasure…it was a blur. I buried my tongue in Cindy, eating her to another orgasm. Annie and Marsha cheered me on. After a few minute I heard Marsha shout “time” again. Cindy immediately moved her mouth onto Dane’s cock. Based on Cindy’s immediate response (and the amount of quim and juice in her cunt), I guessed that this “game” had been going on for sometime.
This time, however, Marsha got up and gave Cory the water. I heard a slight “Please, no” from Cory. But Marsha grabbed him by the jaw and forced the jug up to his mouth. “You’ll keep drinking each of your turns until I tell you otherwise Bitch!” Marsha yelled.
Again the ten count, and again the vote for how well he had drank or how much he had spilled (I wasn’t sure which). Apparently Cory’s objection and having to force his drinking didn’t go well. Friane gave a vote of ten, but Annie voted twenty! I listened as Marsha administered the blows from the paddle, the wide round rubber coated paddle making sickly snapping “cracks” against his ass.
I sensed as Marsha knelt down next to me….then it dawned on me…my punishment was the same as the man above me! No sooner had the thought entered my mind that I felt the burning slap of the paddle across my twitching erection. I buried my face into Cindy’s cunt, muffling my cried of pain!
“…eighteen, nineteen, twenty!” the girls counted. I couldn’t see my cock with my face up Cindy’s twat, but it felt like my cock was bleeding. Marsha moved back to the couch, just as Annie called “time”. Again, Cindy obediently moved her mouth to Dane’s cock.
Dane’s cock was a twisted knurled mass of meat. His cock was grossly coursed with veins and bulges, bent in an upward arc to the left. The obtuse twist of his cock made it difficult to keep one’s mouth on it while sucking (as even I knew from experience). On the other hand, there was an advantage as his cock didn’t tend to go down one’s throat and choke them (as did Cory’s long shaft).
The “game” went on for some time, perhaps an hour. I lost count of the number of cock changes. I lost count of the number of cock beatings. I lost count of Cindy’s orgasms. What I did know was that my jaw and tongue were worn out. I also could hear Cindy groaning and struggling on top; struggling to keep sucking the men’s cocks.
All this time Marry was sitting to one side, sprawled back in a big chair, fingering her cunt. Finally, Marry said, “Time out”. Marsha started to object, with a “But I wasn’t done with..”
Marsha’s protest died on her lips as Marry shucked her pants and stood up. If Marsha was in charge of the other three girls, Marry now made it clear that she was in charge of Marsha! As Cindy stopping sucking on Cory’s cock (the current cock in her mouth), she leaned slightly back. From my position between her legs, I watched Marry walk over to Marsha.
Marry’s body, naked from the waist down, moved smoothly across the room. Her muscles in her legs rippled as she glided over to Marsha. I watched as Marsha moved back slightly. As tough a bitch as Marsha was, she recognized Marry as her superior. The muscular body, the confident stride, the glare in her hard little eyes…everything told Marsha not to mess with Marry.
Marry stood in front of Marsha for a moment; everyone and everything quiet. Then with lighting speed, Marry slapped Marsha across the face. The sound “cracked” in the room. For a moment I thought Marsha might strike back. Marsha half rose, a look of hate and loathing on her face. Marry leaned into Marsha as she rose, drawing her hand back in a fist…ready to smash Marsha into submission.
But, there was no need. As quickly as the look of hate came to Marsha’s face, it left. She sat back down. Marry continued to stand there, glaring down at her, daring her…
Then Marry leaned forward, grabbed Marsha by the chin and leaned down and kissed her. Marry kissed Marsha hard, grinding her lips onto hers. I watched as Marry forced her tongue into Marsha’s mouth. I watched as Marsha submitted, going limp and softly sucking on Marry’s tongue.
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