by Paul Blades
Herman slammed his thighs against the girl's ass again and again. He could feel the imminent explosion of his cock. He leaned his head back and groaned mightily. His whole body suddenly jerked and shuddered with pleasure. Load after load of sperm jetted into the fat girl's bowels. Finally, with one loud, long groan, he shot his last load and came to rest, his knees weak and sagging, holding onto the fat girl's body for support.
Louise's passion was on the boil. She needed her cunt licked now. She opened Peggy Ann's cage and pulled her out by the hair. She undid her gag and, sitting on the stool, spread her legs wide. She raised her skirt and looked at the frightened girl. There was a notable lack of underclothes. "Lick my slit you stupid cunt," she said. Peggy Ann knew what she had to do and as Louise raised the hem of her skirt, Peggy Ann crept beneath it. She felt her way to the apex of Louise's thighs and found the moist, musky sex. She extended her tongue its length and began to lick the old woman's gash. The woman's hairy bush pressed against her face as she delved deeply into the hot canal. Slowly bringing her tongue upward, she located the hard button of pleasure and sucked on it.
Louise was panting heavily, overcome with lust. She pulled her skirts higher and grabbed the head that pleasured her, pressing it further into her loins.
"Yes! Yes! Yes, you cunt!" she cried. Her face was flush with excitement, her eyes closed. Herman hadn't seen this kind of passion from the old girl in ten years. He wondered what they had been missing. Why fuck that old wrinkled cunt when he had this young, fresh pussy? He had his hand in Maureen's quim and was stroking the girl to unwelcomed pleasure. Maureen was shocked at her own feelings of lust. She had been treated more cruelly than she ever imagined, had suffered pain more excruciating than she thought possible. Yet her pussy was dripping with the evidence of her arousal. Her ass still stung from its invasion, but even that had stoked her passion. She began to utter small cries of pleasure as she tried to resist the inevitable. Her cries were mingled with that of Louise who was just about to crest into a powerful orgasm.
The two women came almost simultaneously. The small dungeon echoed with their cries of pleasure.
As Maureen's orgasm subsided and her voice lowered to tiny sighs, Herman stroked his resuscitated cock. It was thick with the mixture of the fruits of Maureen's ass and his own juices. He didn't care, he wanted his cock sucked. He turned toward the new girl.
Maddy was overwhelmed by the spectacle of Maureen's torture and abuse. She was amazed to watch the orgasms of Maureen and Louise. Seeing the old man turn to her, she knew it would now be her turn to supply pleasure to this man's cock. She cringed in her cage as he approached her. She whined as he opened it and, prodding her with the electric wand, motioned for her to get out. She started to sob as the man released her gag and grabbed her by the hair. Kneeling before him, his hardened cock poised at her mouth, Maddy contemplated resistance. She knew she would suffer the bite of the electric wand. She could withstand one, maybe two shocks, but not three or four. Ultimately she would succumb. The weeping girl surrendered to the inevitable.
Maddy opened her mouth to receive her captor's dick. He slid it slowly between her lips. Her stomach turned at the taste and smell of Maureen's wastes. Hesitating, she touched the cock with her tongue. Herman was growing impatient.
"Suck my cock you worthless whore!" he called out to her, fastening his fist tighter in her hair. "Lick my dick clean and suck my come down your throat!"
Maddy, frightened beyond rationality, complied eagerly with the man's demands. Just do it! Just do it! she recited to herself. Her lips were pursed around Herman's shaft as he plunged his cock in and out of her mouth. She washed the tip and shaft with her tongue. Being his second orgasm in a short while, this one would be a little longer in coming. Maddy worked hard to accelerate the man's climax. He groaned with pleasure as he assaulted her mouth with his cock, ramming up against her throat. When he came, he flooded her oral cavity with his salty fluids. Madeline struggled to swallow it all, yet small drops escaped the corners of her mouth. Herman's body stiffened as he poured his juices into the girl. When he was finished, he withdrew slowly. He saw the drops of sperm dripping from the corners of Madeline's mouth. He looked over and saw Louise and Peggy Ann watching. He motioned to the collared woman to crawl over.
"Lick my come from this slut's face, whore, then kiss her with your mouth open, lick her spermy tongue!"
Peggy Ann crawled over to the tearful Maddy and licked the white drippings from the corners of her mouth. Unhesitatingly, she forced her mouth on Maddy's and pressed her tongue inside. Maddy was overwhelmed by the smell of Louise's musky discharges on Peggy Ann's face, but she held her place, returning the kiss. Surprisingly, she felt her cunt warm as Peggy Ann's tongue danced with hers in her mouth. Since the girls' tormentors had been sated, the kissing girls were soon separated, regagged and forced back into their cells.
"I'll be back to feed and wash you, cunts," Louise told them. Maureen was left hanging from her chain. Her gag was reaffixed.
All three girls watched the legs of their abusers ascend the ladder and disappear from view, then they all broke down and cried.
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CHAPTER FOUR
Sheriff John Peabody was on the telephone in his office. He was not a happy man. It was the third time this week he had spoken to this particular caller and he'd just about had it, but protocol required him to stay calm.
"No, Mr. Bertram, we don't have anything new… Yes, we're putting all our available men on it… No, we don't have any suspects… Yes, we'll keep on the case…"
The sheriff slammed the phone back into the receiver. "That dick headed, pointy toed, New York, cocksuckin' sonofabitch!' he yelled. Dotty, his secretary, cringed at the foul words. She opened a little notebook she kept and wrote it down. She had read an article about hostile workplace environments and figured pretty soon she'd have enough for her lawsuit.
The sheriff tried to calm himself. He had been Sheriff of Carter County for the last seventeen years, and a member of the department for over thirty. Nobody was going to tell him how to run an investigation. For all he knew the girl had run off with somebody. Yes, there was the fact that her car was abandoned in the middle of nowhere, with her tote bag and her keys in the car. And yes, she hadn't told anyone she was going anywhere. But to say he was doing nothing … well that was a load of shit!
"Goddam mother fucking Yankee," he brawled out. Dotty reached for her notebook.
In New York, in his penthouse office, Michael Bertram, President of Bertram Enterprises, was fit to be tied. "That goddamn incompetent, lazy, ignorant, stupid, fucking cracker!" he yelled as the phone sailed across the room. It struck the finely decorated executive wall with a clatter and the plastic broke into twenty different pieces.
Sitting in front of Mr. Bertram's desk was Libby, his executive secretary and Paul, his administrative assistant. Paul made a little note on his pad, 'new phone for Mr. Bertram.'
Bertram looked up. He felt better. He always did when he smashed something. He looked at the wall. "Damn," he thought, "the new wallpaper."
Bertram was not the kind of man who took the disappearance of his niece lightly. Maddy was his shiftless brother's only child and he had none. He had offered many times to get her out of that one horse town where she lived and set her up at the college of her choice. Being number seventy-three on the Fortune 500 'Richest Men in America' list, he had pull just about everywhere. But no, she loved the South, she wanted to make it on her own. "Fuck!" Bertram shouted.
Okay, he thought, time to quit fucking around. "Get me Haesler!" he ordered.
* * * *
Jacob Haesler was easing himself into a very willing, moist, hot cunt. He had felt like an afternoon fuck and had called Jackie, his favorite local call girl. He and Jackie went back a ways. He had helped her out of a big jam. She fucked him for free.
"Come on, baby!" she called out. "Give it to me, come on, give it to me!" Beads of perspiration hung on her shiny black skin. She
wrapped long, muscular legs around Jacob's waist. He groaned as his cock pressed past the distended, flush lips of Jackie's pussy. He loved to fuck Jackie. She loved to fuck.
"Ohhhhhhh, baby!" she yelled as she felt the hot member delve into her yearning gash. "Oh, give it to me!"
Jacob, Jake to his friends and acquaintances, was madly humping the tall, beautiful black girl. Twenty minutes of fellatio and cunnilingus had primed his pump. He felt his cock explode at the same moment his cell phone began to ring.
"Oh, fuck!" he yelled. He wasn't always vocal when he came, but Jackie brought this out in him. "Yeah, yeah, yeah!" he shouted as he jetted a stream of cum inside the wriggling girl.
She felt his orgasm, felt his body tighten, felt the warmth of his discharge and she was off too. "Oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" she yelled as she pushed her hips into Jake's, clutching at his broad naked back.
By the time the two-backed monster stopped its writhing gyrations, the telephone had long stopped ringing. Jake lay as limp as a sock on washing day. His heart was pounding madly in his chest. Jackie was cooing and smiling underneath him.
"Oh, Jake," she intoned, "what you do to me."
"Likewise, honey," Jake returned. "Likewise."
Jackie looked at the small pink plastic watch on her wrist. "Oh, baby, I've got a date. I've got to get going."
"Sure, honey," Jake whispered. He admired her stamina. He slid his body off hers and lay next to her in the king sized, plush, four-star hotel bed. When Jake fucked, he liked to do it right. Besides, Jackie deserved the best treatment.
"I'm going to shower quick, baby," Jackie said as she threw her legs over the side of the bed. She stood about six feet tall in her bare feet. She had wide hips and large, pillowy breasts. Her skin was as black as marble and just as smooth. She had tight, sculpted muscles where it counted, and she was a first class whore.
As Jackie scurried to the bathroom, Jake pulled out his cell phone and checked his caller ID. It was his service. There were only ten or fifteen people in the world who had Jake's cell phone number. He had a program installed that blocked his ID on all outgoing calls. He speed dialed his service.
Jake didn't believe in voice mail. Voice mail didn't screen out the bullshit, and voicemail just lay there waiting to be retrieved. He had trained his service well. They knew what calls were important and they would keep calling him every twenty minutes or so until they got him.
A flat sounding female voice answered. "Messages," she said.
"This is Mr. Green. You called me."
"Yes, Mr. Green," the voice continued. Please call 212-555-2465 as soon as possible."
That meant the call had come in from one of his 'hot' numbers, a list of important callers he had given to his service.
"Thank you," he said and hung up.
A few moments later he was on the phone with Bertram.
"Jake, I need you. When can you be in New York?"
Jake was in Chicago, the home of blues and great jazz. He played a mean trumpet and when he wasn't working, he liked to get a gig with some of the boys and jam. On the music circuit he was known as Billy Boggs. He had other names too.
"I can be there in three hours." Jake knew if Bertram was calling there was a real emergency. As for payment, that would not be a problem.
"Okay, I'll have a packet sent out to you now. Tell my secretary where you are, if you can."
"No problem, Mr. Bertram," Jake responded. "I'll have a preliminary plan by the time I get there. This is a no holds barred matter?"
"Absolutely!" Bertram answered emphatically.
"See you around four o'clock your time." Jake rang off. He speed dialed Bertram's secretary. She emailed a set of documents to a confidential employee at Bertram's Chicago office who messengered it to Mr. Green at Jake's hotel.
By the time Jake got to New York, he was up to speed on the problem. He had made a few calls. Leon and Curley were booked, but might be available in a couple days. Tucker, Martinez and his tech guy, Irving Ostroff, would all be in New York at seven P.M.
At six A.M. the next day, Jake and his team landed at Carter County Airport. A rented silver Lexus awaited them there. The drive to the County Administration building was twenty minutes. They were at Sheriff Peabody's office at 6:30.
Peabody had told Bertram to go fuck himself when he was told Bertram wanted to send in his own team. Fifteen minutes later a telephone call from the governor's office convinced him otherwise. The Sheriff was there at 6:30 along with his chief of investigations.
"Good morning, Sheriff," Jake said. He introduced his team, first names only. "I'd like to look over your reports. Please give Irving here a list of evidence you've found then let him take a look at it. I want to speak to the responding officer."
"The what?" the sheriff asked.
"First officer on the scene." You numbskull.
"Sure," the sheriff answered. "That'd be Corporal Johnson. He's off duty now, but he comes on at ten."
Jake gave the sheriff a cold look. "I'd like to see him at 7:30."
The sheriff gave Jake a dirty look, then he remembered the governor. The sheriff was up for reelection. "7:30, okay," he said.
Jake sat in a conference room with Tucker and Martinez. They had all read the reports. There were some interviews with Maddy's classmates, her professor, a few friends, some guys at the bar and, of course, Harold, the former boyfriend.
"As I see it" Tucker said, "we've got to eliminate the boyfriend first."
"Right," Jake said. "I'm going to get a full write up on everyone in the girl's class. Martinez, I want you to stake out the parking lot at the college for a few days. If we've got a serial killer, he might come back to trawl for more."
"Sure, Jake," Martinez answered.
"What have you got?" Jake asked Irving.
"Not much," Irving replied. "They didn't do the girl's tires, it rained the next morning, they had the car towed without getting prints, and they searched it without any quarantine measures, so they probable shed all kinds of things in the car passenger compartment."
"Great." Jake deadpanned.
"They have her tote bag and keys. That's about it."
"Anything off them?
"Yeah," Irving answered. "There we may have got lucky. The bag was found in the back seat. Now if I was a college girl coming home from class, I'd have the bag on the front seat next to me. There's a small stain of mud or clay on the bottom of the outside of the bag. Not something I'd expect from a girl who was as clean as this girl was, based on the rest of the car. I think somehow the bag got out of the car. Maybe she was going somewhere and took it with her, then the guy who snatched her threw it back into the car, and he got some mud on it first. I'll have some scrapings up to the lab by this afternoon. We should have a report tomorrow."
"Good. Go take a look at the scene. I know it's been a week, but there might be something out there the rain didn't wash away and the dummkopfs missed."
"Okay. I'm going to have the car vacuumed and dusted anyway. Who knows?"
"Fine. I'm going out to the girl's apartment. It's been gone over once, but I want to see it for myself. There's always the chance the sheriff is right and the girl ran off with someone. It's doubtful, but we need to exclude it for sure."
The men broke up without further ado.
* * * *
Herman pulled his dick from Maddy's mouth. A line of cum dribbled over her lip. She licked it in. She had been taught. Although she had vowed to do everything she could to avoid the fierce bite of the electric wand, it was Herman's policy to make sure all the girl's got a taste of it. Maddy had been right, after the third one, she was willing to do anything he or Louise wanted.
Maddy had become Herman's favorite. She looked forlorn and pitiful scrunched up in her tiny cage. He liked to watch her eyes fill with tears as she pleasured his stiff prick. She was good at it, too. Probably had some experience.
Maddy had had some experience. She had been a little wild before she moved to C
arter County with her dad. Blow jobs were the staple of Jefferson High student sex life. No one wanted to get 'preggers', and it kept the boys content. Besides, she liked it.
Harold, her local boyfriend, had been startled the first time she placed her lips on his tool. He was a mild mannered country boy, just the opposite of what Maddy had known in Cleveland, but he got used to it real fast. She had finally convinced him to reciprocate just before they broke up. Maddy wasn't completely sure that wasn't the reason.
Sucking this fat man's wad was nothing like sucking a muscle-bound halfback's tool in the front seat of a Mustang convertible. He smelled, and he pulled and pinched her tits while she worked on his rod. He was crude and he held that three-foot wand in his hand the entire time.
Herman left after his morning bj and Maddy knelt, re-gagged, in her small prison. The old lady would be by soon with their food and to clean their wastes. She made Maddy present her rear to her so she could wipe and apply lotion to her twin portals. She would kneel with her head to the bottom of the cage, her ass hanging out of the cage's door. The old witch got off on bringing Maddy to the edge of orgasm. Maddy would be panting and swaying her ass, unable to resist the expert manipulation of her tender canal and its button of pleasure. Just as she approached her crises, the woman would stop and laugh. She would then slap her ass and tell her to "pull it in". Maddy would draw her rear end back into the cage so the woman could lock her up again, then she would do the same thing to the other girls. Only once had the old lady gone too far. Maddy had begun to shake and quiver as she felt the pulses of pleasure run through her. The old lady had gotten mad and shoved her ass back into the cage with her foot. Maddy lay there, letting the echoes of her orgasm subside. That was when she got one of the jolts from the wand. After that, she knew better and held her orgasm back with all of her might.
When she was done cleaning the girls' pussies and asses, the old lady poured their waste into a bucket and used a hose to wash out the pans into which they shat and pissed. There was a drain in the middle of the floor that apparently led to a pump somewhere. After replacing the pans, the old lady would placed some kind of fixture on the hose that injected soap into the flow of water. She hosed down the girls, covering them with cold, soapy water. After rinsing them off, she dropped some disinfectant on the floor and then left.