Whiplash!

by Candace Smith

  Marcy was going through the same dual torment, with the patriarch from the south kneeling and buried in her throat. The patriarch from the east was thrusting into her pussy, because one look at her painfully ruined star made the men silently agree to use her other access instead of risking permanent damage to the small woman who belonged to the foreman.

  Marcy gagged as the cock thrust further down her throat, and she felt her dinner begin to heave. The man’s fists tightened in her hair and he gritted out, “You best not be trying to puke on me, slave.” She tried to control her retching, as her stomach cramped. The man behind her finally released her hips, and she felt his sticky cum drooling from her sex. Almost immediately, another shaft filled the lubricated cavern.

  The man plunging in her mouth, pushed forward so he was deep in her throat and his tight balls slapped against her chin. The salty deposit spurted down her throat, once more forcing her to fight the need to vomit. Another cock jammed into her mouth, and she had not even had the time to see which cowboy was defiling her. In the back of her mind, she heard Richard’s muffled screams.

  Henry was still pumping his thick rod into Richard’s ass. He squeezed the man’s balls and began to pump his soft penis until it hardened. Henry knew the most degrading act he could facilitate, was to force the man to climax while he had a cock in his throat and ass. The picture of the slave’s humiliation had Henry coaxing his seed up his shaft, and even with Aaron’s cock plugging his mouth, Henry could hear his wailing as he came. Aaron looked up and thanked the guide for the interesting throat contractions Richard’s orgasm had produced.

  By the time Henry and Aaron finally shot their loads into the man, the others had finished with Marcy. She was lying over the bench sobbing, and Hank was pleased to see his new property was not going to retreat into disappointing silence with use.

  Richard felt the warm, sticky juice sliding down his thighs from his tortured ass. Aaron’s cum was churning in his stomach with his dinner, and he cried while he lay over the bench. Aaron unhooked his collar from the structure and pushed him back so he was kneeling over the mess he had squirted onto the carpet. “Clean this or I’ll rack you again and let all the foremen give you a try.” Aaron glanced at the sexual waste. “Though, it appears the thought of it doesn’t bother you.”

  Richard’s humiliated gaze scanned the room, and his eyes pleaded to the men watching him. Some of them had not even bothered to zip their penises back behind their jeans, and they leaned against walls with their slickened rods drying as they hung down their crotches. He caught Henry’s leering gaze and he shuddered, remembering the pain of the cock that had violated him and the hand that had forced him to cum. The guide’s fingers moved to his shaft and he began to slowly stroke it, and Richard realized the man was hoping for a second chance to sodomize him. His sore legs trembled as he knelt over, and he sobbed while his tongue lapped his spend through the ring. When he was finished, he was led back to Aaron’s side, where he knelt in silent humiliation.

  Hank released Marcy from the bench and brought her over to where he was standing, likewise keeping her kneeling, while sticky liquid kept drooling out of her and coating her thighs. She was so upset she could not face her daughter, and she stared at a distant spot on the carpet.

  Rylee was still being stroked and pinched, and she wondered if she was going to be brought over to the horrible bench and subjected to the men in the room. Her nipple was throbbing and her pussy was beginning to cramp in confusion of the hand spreading her juices. Rylee wanted to hide in her embarrassment.

  “Henry, why don’t you get us all a nightcap to celebrate our final evening?” Carlton suggested.

  Henry handed out the brandy, and the men toasted a wonderful procurement year. They discussed who was returning from the lowlands, where they would be positioned within the hierarchy of the clans, and who would be replacing them. Everyone would be leaving in the morning, except Henry. Carlton left him a despondent male to play with to ease the loneliness of living at the lodge, with only an occasional visit from ranch-hands until next year. Carlton had one more send off gift, before they retired for the evening. He whispered into Rylee’s ear, “You have until I finish my brandy to cum, or I’m letting them all have another turn with your mother.”

  Rylee whimpered and looked at her poor mom. She was still staring at the floor, and there were bruises on her cheeks and everywhere below her waist. She closed her eyes and cried silently as she tried to imagine a boyfriend from high school, adeptly stroking her with passion. Her gasps and contractions hit as Carlton upended his glass, and he chuckled and kissed her cheek. “Yes, I believe you’re going to work out well.”

  Chapter II

  Carlton had Henry release Rylee’s ankles when the cowboys headed towards the door to return to their cabins. Rylee slowly closed her aching legs, and sobbed as her mother silently followed Hank to the door. Richard was pulled to the cabin where Aaron’s other slaves were secured.

  The patriarchs all had suites on the second floor, and Carlton lifted Rylee off his lap, hooked a lead onto the ring at the front of her collar, and began to drag her upstairs. When she tried to plant her feet, he reached behind her and smashed his hand down onto her bottom. She screamed and could feel the heat of the stinging print.

  Every time she slowed down, Carlton left another singeing mark on her ass, and by the time they reached his suite her bottom was red and beginning to bruise in places. She was wailing, and he noted that her eyes shined with the glassy crystal gaze he hoped they would have. The terrified girl was quivering, causing delightful little bounces of her breasts.

  The room was large and had many places to secure slaves in alluring positions. Carlton pulled her to the foot of the massive log bed where a chain hung down from a beam. He lifted her wrists off the small of her back and hooked it to her cuffs. He pulled the other end of the chain until she was bent forward with her arms high above her shoulders and forcing her to rise to the balls of her feet.

  Whimpers and occasional sobs expelled through her opened mouth, as drool mixed with her tears on the carpet. Rylee watched him undress, and when he lowered his jeans she whined at the size of him. He walked behind her and stroked her pussy while she tried to move away on her tiptoes. The strain on her arms was too great to afford much movement.

  A long finger wormed into her, and when Carlton was pleased with her moisture, he fed his cock into her small hole. He would stretch her ass before he took her there, because he could tell by her tight pussy, he could damage her other access for future use. Rylee screamed while he pumped deeply into her, and it felt like he was ripping her tender passage and pushing her womb into her stomach. Carlton felt her protesting spongy muscles slide up and down the length of him and he grabbed her hips, lifting her off of her feet while he thrust impossibly deeper. Her wails were intoxicating, and along with the intense arousing sexual heat of the evening, he jerked his seed into her quickly.

  His methods of training were extreme, and he rarely allowed his slaves to rest without receiving the benefit of one of his tortures. He wanted to fuck her ass soon, so he decided to begin preparing her tonight. Rylee was still whimpering as she balanced on her toes and dripped cum down her leg. The horrible man was gathering some terrifying things, and laying them on the bed in front of her.

  Carlton secured a pole behind her, with an average sized silicone phallus placed horizontally on top of it and aimed at her puckered ring. He lubed the fake cock, and Rylee clenched her bottom when his finger spread the cool gel around and into her virgin hole.

  He bent the pole forward, so the head of the cock rested inside her. She was screaming and trying to pull forward, but her arms were stretched to their limit. Satisfied with the position of the rod, Carlton moved towards her head. He took the shorter pole with a much longer dildo, and bolted it to the footboard of the bed. He bent the rod forward until the cock breached the ring gag, and kept forcing it further down her throat. The only way Rylee could stop him was to bac
k up and force the anal torture to go deeper. Carlton tightened the screws into position and climbed into bed, staring down through his feet to watch his new slave learn how to take cock deep into her throat, or stretch her own rectum. “Good night, Rylee.”

  After an hour, her sobs and shrieking had reduced to whimpers. Even with the oral rod only halfway in her mouth she could not breath, so she had to move her tortured bottom and impale her stretched muscles on the shaft behind her. Rylee’s legs ached from standing on her toes, but when her feet gave out her arms felt like they were ripping out of their sockets, and the rods impaling her were forced to a painful angle. All night long, she chose which parts of her body to torture. By morning she was exhausted, and when dawn lit the bedroom she actually prayed the big man would wake up and find another way to hurt her.

  His eyes finally opened and she stared into the piercing gray gaze with pleading tears. Eventually, he shuffled on his knees to the foot of the bed with his monster cock leading him. He unbolted the oral rod from the footboard and guided his shaft through the ring. “I want to feel your tongue stroking, Rylee. Use your throat muscles and make me cum, and I’ll release you from your bindings.”

  She really had no choice, and her aching mouth and throat tried to do as he asked. He gripped her long blonde hair and pushed himself so deep she smelled the sexual musk of his balls when they rested on her chin. It was almost impossible to breathe, and she was forced to once more embed the torturous dildo deep into her sore rectum. The man moved with her, and her frantic mind tried to figure out how to get air.

  “I told you to use your throat, Rylee. I want to feel you swallow.”

  Rylee swallowed repeatedly as she felt her head begin to throb and a wave of dizzying lightheadedness overtake her mind. The cock finally retreated and she gasped. She barely had enough time to gulp oxygen before the cock plunged deep again and her stomach ached from cramping retching. “Swallow and lick, Rylee.”

  Rylee moaned vibrations around him. The other rod was still buried deep inside her, her arms and legs were in agony, and the terrifying man was enjoying her torture. She finally managed to bring him to orgasm, and before she could lower her head to let the mess of his cum drip out of her open mouth, he pulled her ponytail until she faced the ceiling. Through her tears, she saw him smiling down on her. His thumb gently stroked her throat. “Swallow it all, Rylee. You never allow your Master’s seed to be wasted.”

  Carlton waited until he was sure she had complied with his order. He rose from the bed and walked to the chest against the wall where several toys waited to be selected. A cane caught his eye, and he bent it in his hands to test the spring. It was important he present his new slave properly marked for breakfast.

  Rylee felt the dildo removed from her bottom and she sobbed in relief. A confusing whooshing sound filled the room, and she felt a slight pressure on her thighs that quickly turned into a raging burn. She shrieked in agony. Her bottom clenched when she heard the sound again, and the next welt rose angry and red across her cheeks. Tears that she thought could no longer force their way to her eyes streamed down her cheeks as she screamed. She tried to move forward when she heard the sound again, and the blow landed on the crease at the top of her thighs.

  Rylee saw the cane tossed onto the bed, and she was relieved the painful thrashing was over. She felt her arms finally released from their painful position and her cramped feet slowly lowered to the floor. Carlton dragged her over to a horizontal beam supported by a triangular base. He bent her over it backwards and secured the back of her collar to a short chain screwed into the floor. Her weight rested on her strained arms and she whimpered. She felt her legs being spread and her ankles locked to the legs of the device, spreading her sex to his gaze. Rylee could only stare upside-down at the log wall a foot from her face.

  She heard the swishing sound and tried to shift her hips as the cane slashed across the top of her breasts. She quivered in pain as the next stripe appeared on the bottom of her ample mounds. The third strike landed across her sore nipples, and Carlton’s cock jerked at the pained shriek. He was very pleased with her arousing responses to his attentions.

  Next, he focused on her pussy, spread wide with its pretty pink folds exposed to him. He stroked a finger down her slit so she would be further tortured with anticipation of the cane slicing against her most tender flesh. She screamed and pleaded garbled wails, and tried to move her hips, only being able to raise them and spread his target wider. When the cane made its vertical swipe, her shriek was piercing and her hips thrust frantically to avoid another blow. Twice more his strong arm brought the reed down on her pussy, and Carlton studied the purpling welts and decided they met his expectations. He left her arched in her agony as he dressed.

  When he finally released her and pulled her to a stand, she looked into his eyes and shook her head miserably, trying to beg him not to hurt her any more. “When we stop or I sit, you are to kneel by my side.” Rylee remained standing with her big blue eyes blinking tears. Carlton swiped the cane down her breast. “Kneel, slave,” he ordered.

  Rylee quickly dropped to her knees and the big man positioned her. He kicked her knees wide apart so that her bruised and swollen sex was easily visible. “Get your heels up and curl your toes to the front.” Rylee groaned as she tried to position the feet that had been stretched all night. “Your eyes are to be lowered with your head raised; arch your back slightly so your breasts are raised in presentation.” Rylee shivered as he used his hands to bend her into the desired position. “I expect you to remember proper form. You will be punished if you fail position.”

  Rylee whimpered and struggled to keep her exhausted body presented the way he wanted her. The fleeting thought of the men seeing her this way made no difference. Rylee knew she could not take any more of the cruel man’s tortures.

  After Carlton put on his boots, he hooked the lead onto her collar and pulled her to her feet. His hands roamed the welts on her body, which were beginning to color nicely. All in all, this had been a very successful procurement, and the patriarch was already planning the torments he would use to put his new slave through her paces.

  He led her over to the bed and pushed her head down onto the cover. Rylee silently cried and wondered what the terrifying man was going to do to her now. Once more, she felt the gel smeared around her rectum, and she squeezed her eyes closed and whimpered. Strong fingers spread her sore bottom, and a dildo with a bendable flange was inserted, widening inside her so she could not push it out. Eventually, Carlton would train her to hold a regular shaped device in both her pussy and her ass, forcing her to keep her muscles strengthened and tight.

  He straightened her again, and she winced at the painful invasion as she stood. Rylee followed him in silence to the door. When they got downstairs, several of the cowboys were already there. A depression settled over her when she saw Hank but not her mom. The rancher continued to lead her across the room, outside and onto a patch of grass beside the steps. “Take this opportunity to piss.” He pushed on her shoulder and Rylee stared at his boots as she let her stream flow.

  The lead tugged and she rose. There was a mild cramping in her stomach, and she wondered how she could evacuate her bowels with the device inserted. As if reading her mind, the rancher ran his hand over her abdomen and said, “You should be quite distressed by this evening, and I imagine willing to see to my needs for relief.” The true measure of the sadistic man’s plans for her was finally sinking in.

  Rylee had been so distracted by her own despair that she had not noticed all the naked women and men attached to the various brackets and bolts on the porch. She met her mother’s eyes, and was relieved when Carlton led her in that direction and secured Rylee next to her. The patriarch wanted to keep their connection strong. It could be quite useful in her training.

  Rylee’s wrists were attached to a bracket behind her, but she could turn and look down the line of captives. All of them had marks of torture and bruising, some faded and indicat
ing they had been here for a while. The size of the organization was threatening, and Rylee wondered how all these people could have been hidden from them when they arrived.

  She saw Richard kneeling further down the row of people, with his collar somehow secured so his head was buried in another man’s crotch. She could see his swollen throat, and realized the other captive’s penis must have been threaded through his ring gag. In her wildest imagination, she could not have anticipated this kind of degradation for his actions, though she truly hated him for what he had done to their family.

  Her eyes met her mother’s, and both had tears slipping down their cheeks, wishing they could stop the torment for the other. Marcy looked at the painful welts crossing her daughter’s body, and a sob escaped through her gaping mouth. There was nothing she could do for her, and even if she had been able to speak, she had no idea what she could say to her. Rylee leaned over and laid her head against her mother’s shoulder, and she felt her mom brush her opened lips across the top of her head.

  An hour later, the ranch-hands came onto the porch and walked to the stables. They returned with all the horses tacked up and packed, and began tying the slave’s leads to the rings on the back of the saddles. Rylee was tied to the back of a large black horse with two other girls, and Hank tied her mother, two other women and a man to the back of the horse behind her.