Integrity Has No Bounds

by Ryder Dane

  Pappy D was secretly pleased his kid hadn’t been the one to drop on the split tail, he had plans for Donnie to take over after he was in the ground, and the boy couldn’t do that if he was dead.

  “We ain’t givin’ him up, so spread the word to have the boys watch their asses, this big motherfucker’s a bad one, and he’s got the Breed behind him.” Donnie nodded and left the room.

  He stepped into the main room of the building and spied Tonda wiping down the long feast table. It was Pappy D’s birthday and they were already building the fires outside to make a crab boil. It was the rainy season and normally the pot would be dumped on a table outside for everyone to help themselves to the delicious meal, but the flies and mosquitos were such a bother, that it ruined the festive mood of the partiers. The men had constructed this plank table to keep the food clean from so many bugs.

  Tonda’s ass kept swaying back and forth, and since she was wearing her denim skirt that never covered her entire ass when she bent like that, he stepped up behind her and gave the generous cheeks in front of him a sharp slap.

  “You be’in a tease an I got just what a bad girl like you needs to show her the error of her ways. You want me to give you what you deserve here? Or come back to the room and get more than you asked for? I’m in a mood to play with my food for a bit.”

  When he’d slapped her ass, Tonda straightened up and turned to face the hairy monster behind her. He was her favorite fuck, and she smiled as she tossed the rag she was using onto the table. “You are so right, Donnie Lee, I am a real bad girl, why I didn’t have your dick to suck on for my breakfast and had to settle on ol’ Derby to drink from.”

  Her last words were squeaked as she was taken by the arm and half dragged to the door. Her grin showed anyone watching there was no need for alarm from the way the two rushed through the small crowd of cooks.

  Allan and Cord were standing by the dump pile, and seeing them gave Donnie ideas, he jerked his head at them indicating they should follow. Tonda was built to take them all on, and damn sure would before they were finished with her.

  She hesitated at the door when she noticed the other two were closing in on them, but decided they must want to talk to Donnie. She wasn’t alarmed when he told her to strip, even with the others there, she’d long ago lost her shyness about her body. It wasn’t until she saw all three men taking their shirts and pants off that she got the idea this wasn’t an ordinary spank and fuck with Donnie. She’d been fucked by two men at once before, but usually she had a few drinks in her and was relaxed enough to take the men in her holes without too many problems. Three men at one time, all of them sober, might prove to be more than she’d ever bargained for.

  Donnie liked to play her master sometimes, and she was in the role of his slave. He was giving her that look now, and the idea of being a sex slave to three men made her pussy wet. There was no denying the effect having three good looking men with decent sized cocks was having on her. Her nipples were hard as stones, and she shivered with goose bumps dotting her flesh.

  “Get on your knees and crawl to Allan. You’re gonna take his dick in your mouth, an’ Cord an’ me are gonna watch for a while.”

  She went to her knees and hesitated for a minute, what in the hell are you doing? Get up and get the hell out of here. Her inner whore told her to shut up and go for it, after all, that’s what she was doing here to begin with, right?

  The slap of leather on her ass sent her forward to Allan’s cock. Her legs were nudged apart and she heard the scrape of something heavy being pulled across the floor. She took his hard prick into her mouth and felt the other two men grab her by the waist and legs, placing her on her knees with her ass in the air, and the movement of her body caused the cock in her mouth to move past the back of her throat and its thickness cut off her air.

  “Don’cha give her reason to bite my prick off, I got my woman that needs serviced tonight, and the bitch gets crazy when she sees teeth marks or tastes pussy on my dick,” Allan said.

  Donnie laughed but understood what the man was saying. Some split tails couldn’t handle the fact that a man had needs. Sometimes those needs didn’t happen when she was around.

  Her legs were spread wider than before, and her entire slit was exposed to the two men. She drew back enough to take a deep breath before her head was pushed down yet again and again. She was thankful to feel his cock swell and begin releasing his cum into her throat just after she’d taken a breath.

  The fingers working her pussy were giving her only enough to keep her juices flowing, while the slaps on her ass were beginning to sting more.

  As soon as Allan stepped back from her face, Cord stepped up and told her to make it good, “I won’t take much of your time, I’ve been watching, and slappin’ your ass for you so I’m ready.” He was more aggressive than Allan had been and held her hair in his fist, shoving her head up and down, all she could do was keep her lips open while he fucked her mouth. He came with no warning, and she did her best to swallow his jizz, but some trickled down her chin and onto her neck.

  The two men thanked Donnie then left the room. She turned her head to ask him what the fuck he was playing at. “What the hell, Donnie Lee, you try something like that again, you need to ask.” The look on his face cautioned her to wait to give him hell until after he was done with her. After that, she was gonna give his kinky ass a wide berth. She liked kinky, hell, she thrived on a bossy fucker taking control. The need to submit was strong inside her and that was why she went with him every time he wanted her.

  The look he was giving her today had her anticipating more than his usual spanking her ass and fucking her. When he kept grinning at her as he duct taped her upper arms at the elbow to her knees, and took his kerchief from around his head to use as a gag and tying it around the back of her head, she was more than a little scared.

  “You shoulda’ kept your mouth shut you filthy little cunt, I’m gonna lesson you good, and when I’m done, you ain’t gonna question your master.” He grabbed the hair at the top of her head and jerked her head up.

  “You’re gonna wish you’d gone to church this morning, whore, cause the good Lord is the only one that’s gonna stop me from givin’ you what you deserve.”

  He dropped her head, and stepped around the table that was a good eighteen inches off the floor, to stand behind her exposed body. The feeling of dread hit her and she closed her eyes knowing Donnie was out of control. That thrill knowing he was a leashed psycho, well that was gone, and in its place was fear.

  He used his leather belt like a whip over her back and exposed skin. Her legs and ass got the worst of it, but she screamed behind the sweaty kerchief, feeling like he was gonna kill her. It was the worst beating she’d ever had, and there was no escaping the pain he was inflicting. Usually when Donnie got enthusiastic, she found that spot in her mind to drift to. The way he was stroking that belt in different spots prevented her escape.

  He dropped the belt and slapped her ass with his palm. “That is fuckin’ beautiful, damned if it ain’t. Your ass is as red as a black cherry and twice as tempting for me. Gonna have to fuck it, you might want to relax it, bitch, your cunt’s as dry as a fuckin’ prune now, and I ain’t taking the time to give it any pleasure right now, that’ll come after.”

  He leaned down and she felt his tongue stabbing at her asshole. His fingers on each hand were pulling her cheeks apart and the thumbs were digging into her abused cheeks. He let go and moved away from her for a few minutes and she could hear him rummaging around for something. He came back, and poured something over her ass and into her slit. The maniac laughed while he was doing it.

  “That’ll make sure your dry ass won’t take the skin off my prick.” He shoved a finger into her hole and she shrieked, he added a second finger and she got louder, and tried to scoot away from that burning ache.

  “I like hearing you making that noise, you just keep on makin’ it.” He pulled his fingers out of her hole and stuck his prick at the litt
le hole that was puckered tight, trying to keep him out. “Here we go you little slut, you love this as much as I love givin’ it to you, your asshole’s fuckin’ tight, makes my prick want to try to find the bottom of it.” He worked his hips side to side to send every inch of his cock as deep as he could get. It took a bit of work, but he laid claim to her asshole and laughed while he drew halfway out, then slammed his hips into her cheeks. “You whore, I can feel you squeezing my prick.”

  He had to be nuts, she tried to squeeze the thick dick in her ass to pinch that fucker off, but that was not gonna work. Her screams got her nothing but a sore throat and a dry mouth. She could only try to breathe through it around the rag in her mouth and the snot dripping from her nostrils. After a few strokes, the burning pain was replaced by a new feeling, and she gasped, oh fuck, yeah, each deep stroke slid over nerves that she’d never felt before, and she couldn’t believe how good it felt when he was deep inside. She was heading toward the strongest orgasm, oh fuck, she moaned as white hot fog seemed to take over her brain, and her asshole clenched rhythmically on his prick.

  “That’s it you dirty slut, you feel it, don’t you? I can feel your ass grabbing at my cock. Now you know what a lucky bitch you are, don’cha. I’m ready to hose your ass full of my jizz you dick whore,” he yelled as the cum pulsed out of his prick in her tight ass, “fuck this is the best, you ain’t never gonna tell me no again, fuck yeah, take every fuckin’ drop.”

  Tonda was shaking from the force of her pleasure and only half of what he was saying registered in her brain. She was busy trying to shove her ass back onto his cock to keep him deep as she finished coming too.

  His prick retreated once he’d left every drop of his cum inside of her, and he pulled back enough to see her hole wink at him as it slowly closed. She was still shaking and he slapped her still red ass. They weren’t finished, and she was gonna walk funny by the time he let her up today. He went to the small fridge and got a beer for himself and came back to her.

  “Now, I’m gonna give you a drink, and you’re gonna do what I say, or you’ll regret it, you understand me?” Her head bounced up and down, so he loosened the kerchief enough to let it hang from around her neck while he held the beer can to her lips. She swallowed the liquid steadily until he pulled it away from her reach.

  She whimpered, but kept her mouth shut. Her ass and thighs hurt like a son-of-a-bitch, and she’d bet he’d left marks on her back too. The ring of her asshole still stung too, but that just reminded her of the pleasure she enjoyed.

  He put the can down, and turned her over on the table. He ended up picking her up and lying her on her side before rolling her onto her back and pushing her thighs apart as wide as her bonds allowed.

  He was still wearing that grin with the intent look in his eyes, and she wondered what he was planning to do. She glanced down and saw that his prick was still soft, so he wasn’t in any shape to fuck her, but she wasn’t banking on anything with Donnie’s mood today. She got an inkling when his fingers started pushing inside her pussy, and his words confirmed her fears.

  “You thought I forgot that you needed to be schooled for being a dick teasing cunt, didn’t you? I don’t fuckin’ forget, bitch. Your pussy is soakin’ wet, I bet my whole damned hand would fit in this hole, wouldn’t it?” He added another finger and worked her into opening enough for his pinky finger to slide up in beside the rest of his digits. Next he added his thumb tucked under the first two, then pushed steadily while her eyes widened and she rolled her head from side to side. “You like this too, don’cha, you’ll be begging for my whole fuckin’ hand, bitch, I told you so, it’ll happen.” His knuckles pushed through fast once he pushed hard and steady enough to open her up, and he loved seeing her legs tremble as he backed his hand up half an inch and steadily pushed it back into place, letting her cunt suck up another inch of his hand. It was fuckin’ hot to see her cunt take whatever he decided to give it.

  She was squirming around and he was getting impatient to see his wrist hanging from her hole, so he used his free hand to slap her clit. “You better stop that shit, you manage to wiggle my hand out of this hole I’ll get a fuckin’ baseball bat and shove it up inside your fuckin’ cunt, you got that?”

  Her nodding head and whimpers assured him that she would behave from now on. He pushed with more pressure and his hand disappeared completely. “I’ll be fucked, this is so fuckin’ hot, you just wait, I’m gonna fuck this cunt with my fist and you’ll squeal like a pig on a spit. So goddamned hot, look at that, my whole damned hand. Ha.”

  She wanted to kill him, his hands weren’t little, and he wasn’t being gentle. He was still pushing his hand deeper and she couldn’t help herself, she could only lie there and let him fist fuck her. He reached over her hip and grabbed the bottle of cooking oil that he’d used earlier and she closed her eyes. She tried to relax, but the feeling of his fingers wiggling around in her vagina felt creepy, and he kept pulling back, and each time he penetrated deeper, the oil would just make it easier for his arm to shove inside. He poured the stuff over her clit and it ran down to surround his wrist. When his free hand began playing with her stretched clit and the lips of her cunt, she almost came off the table, accidently pushing his hand deeper. He started pumping his balled up fist inside of her body and she groaned and cried out as his knuckles punched at her cervix deep inside. When he rotated his hand, it rubbed her g-spot. That, combined with the clit stimulation almost pushed her over the edge again and he came up over, between her spread thighs, to take one of her nipples in between his teeth, and tongued the hard nub. He let one go and snagged the other to treat it equally as harsh. She started bucking and screaming in pleasure and he pumped his fist faster to give her what she was looking for.

  It took a bit of muscle for him to remove his hand, but it was worth it. It was something he’d always wanted to try with a woman, and today seemed like a good day. He used his boot knife to cut the tape so she could sit up proper if she wanted to. She was still lying there staring at him, and he remembered the gag in her mouth. He took it from her mouth and untied the wet material before tossing it in the pile of dirty clothing in the basket in the corner.

  He helped her sit up and sat in front of her with a big grin on his handsome scruffy face. She balled up her numb fist and sucker punched him. She didn’t try to run, or hit him again. “I’ve never told you no, Donnie Lee, mainly because I seem to have a soft spot for you, always have, but if you ever do that shit again without telling me ahead of time, so I can try to get a few drinks down to be more relaxed, I won’t be around for you to do this shit too. And I happen to know the hangarounds are scared of you, and a couple of the others that even I always make sure I’m scarce when they’re here.

  “I need to know that you understand me, I’ll be gone, and you’ll wonder where I went when you can’t find another woman to play your games with.” She kept her eyes on his and he almost waited too long to acknowledge her warning.

  He nodded his head and fingered his cheekbone where she’d hit him a good one. “You know I get caught up in playin’ your master, sometimes I forget you got free will to come and go as you want.” He gave her a wink, “You got a mean damn way of tellin’ a man that he’s fucked up though.” He patted her thigh and stood, taking her hand and heading to the bathroom. “Let’s get cleaned up and grab a plate of that boil, I can smell it from here and it’s got my belly rumblin’.”

  Chapter Six

  John took Stevie to town for breakfast, and she made the comment that her ass was gonna pay for, “Being rescued by my knight riding a black Harley.”

  John grinned, but resigned himself to getting the bagger out of the garage tonight to pick her up from the bar. It was no hardship, each bike was his favorite in the model years. The pleasure of riding, feeling the wind blow the fog and shit from a tangled brain was priceless, no matter what kind of scoot a man rode. Looking at the rectangle of leather made his nuts cringe, so the bagger it was.

  Over
breakfast she asked about going to her place. “I can run over to the gun shop and pick up something I can handle easily, and I should be fine tonight at the apartment, you don’t have to babysit me every night, I know it’s cutting into your time.” When he didn’t answer her, she looked up and saw his narrow eyed stare. “What?”

  “Don’t start this shit today, you have a safe place to go and someone to keep you from being hurt again. You want a gun, I’ll teach you how to use one, it’s a good idea for any woman to own her own protection if she has a need. It’s a better idea for a woman to know how to shoot the damn thing. Fear can make you reckless, and owning a gun is no guarantee that you’re safe. You plan to keep it in your purse right?” At her nod, he continued. “So what happens if your hands are full? You gonna drop what you’re holding and fumble around in your purse for the gun? I can say with complete confidence he’d have you down on the ground with his dick in you faster than you can get the damn thing cocked and pointed in his direction.”

  She was frowning, thinking about what he said, he hoped she was anyway. In his opinion women should be made to take self-defense classes from the day they could walk and talk at the same time. It would save a lot of lives and trouble.

  “Lonnie is picking you up from here to take you to the apartment, and you can grab what you need for the rest of the week. Once he takes you to the bar, he’s staying, so you can put him to work, or put him in a corner. He doesn’t let you out of his sight, and he’s happily married so you don’t have to worry about his big ass touching you. His ol’ lady would hand him his junk in a blood soaked bag if he so much as looked at another woman with interest.”

  When Lonnie walked into the diner, Stevie wondered what his wife looked like, because the man was sexy as hell. Tall, beach bum looks with a set of the prettiest blue eyes she’d ever seen. She looked at John’s amused smile as she took in the sight of his mechanic.