Rancho Diablo

by Michael O'Connor

  “Who are you?” she cried.

  “Chaim, Captain of the Hell Kings,” he answered. “You’ve got something I want, in one of your cells. Let’s go get her.”

  The four gang members disarmed the guards and Chaim took one of their guns.

  “Tie them up and throw them in the van,” he barked. “They’ll fit nicely into our herd.”

  He did not untie Jenna, before ordering the Ringmistress to take him to the slaves. Nevertheless, she almost wept with relief. The bikers tied up their three captives and herded them outside, leaving her alone in the circus ring, heart pounding with the anticipation of seeing her sister again.

  Chaim and the Ringmistress were gone for what seemed an eternity. Finally, they re-emerged from the darkness. The Ringmistress walked ahead of the four naked slaves, Chaim’s gun pointed at her head. The wrists and ankles of the four girls were manacled and black tubes protruded like tails from their bottoms. It took Zoe a few moments to notice the bound and gagged figure by the cross.

  “Jenna!” she cried hoarsely.

  Her twin could only nod in reply.

  Chaim pointed at Zoe. “Unchain her,” he told the Ringmistress. “I want to see how these two look together. We’ll add these other three to our collection. This is beginning to look like the best days work we’ve done in a long time.”

  “What about her?” asked one of the bikers, nodding at the Ringmistress.

  “To old to be worth much,” Chaim replied. “Besides, we have a full load already. I think we’ll have a little fun with her. A sado circus all of our own.”

  Once released, Zoe staggered to embrace her sister, tears flowing down her face.

  “They make a pretty pair all right,” said Chaim. “And they’re all mine.”

  “You won’t get away with this,” the Ringmistress angrily cried. “Those slaves are my property, bought and paid for.”

  “They’re mine now,” Chaim retorted. “Stolen and not paid for. Just like Rancho Diablo. Slavery sure is a dirty business. But a rewarding one too.”

  While one of his men grabbed the shrieking and struggling Ringmistress and twisted her arms behind her back, he pulled Zoe away from her twin. Then, he cut Jenna’s ropes and removed her gag.

  “Zoe baby, what have they done to you?” she cried.

  “Did some plumbing, looks like,” Chaim grinned, yanking the rubber tube from her rectum. “Some sewing too.” He handed his knife to Jenna. “Open her up.”

  Kneeling before her sister, Jenna carefully ran the blade along the stitched up slit of her sex. The pink folds spread open, like the petals of a blossoming rose. Jenna kissed them, as she plucked out the strands of black thread.

  “I’m sure gonna enjoy owning twin Queens!” Chaim grinned. “Right, it’s circus time.”

  The Ringmistress snarled and struggled like a wildcat, as she was dragged to where the cross lay. Her wrists were secured in the manacles hanging from chains nailed to the crossbar. Most of the equipment intended for the next performance of the Sado Circus was already in the ring. Two Hell Kings held her legs apart, while Chaim tied a pair of ropes around her ankles, fashioned the other ends into crude nooses, which he then draped around her neck. Now, if she started to kick, she risked strangling herself.

  She whimpered in terror, as Chaim touched the blade of his knife to her throat. With a single surgical stroke, he slit her black rubber vest, from throat to midriff.

  “Not bad, for an old lady,” he mused, peeling back the fabric, to expose her pert, brown nippled breasts. “How old are you, Circus lady?”

  “Fifty-four,” she whispered. “Please don’t hurt me. You’ve got your slaves. Why don’t you just take them and go?”

  “That wouldn’t be so much fun,” he replied, squeezing her breasts. “Let’s have a look down below.”

  Another slash of the knife cut the belt around the waist of her calf length black satin skirt. He ripped the garment off. Underneath, she wore a pair of snugly fitting black rubber briefs, with a zipper in the crotch. He drew this open and inserted a finger in the hot crevice of her pussy.

  When she moaned, he sneered. “You like that, huh? That old cunt don’t get much meat around here, does it?”

  “I don’t like men,” she whimpered.

  Chaim grinned. “Well, ain’t that a crying shame! Because there’s five of us here and we sure as hell love pussy. Don’t we, boys?”

  The bikers growled their agreement, gathering wolfishly around the cross.

  “Fuck your slaves,” she pleaded. “They’re much younger and prettier.”

  “That’s true,” he agreed. “But I can fuck them whenever I want, seeing as they belong to me now. You, on the other hand, are not prime slave material.”

  As he spoke, he was unzipping his leather jeans. At the sight of his huge, hard cock, the eyes of the Ringmistress widened in terror. The four other Hell Kings followed his example, hurriedly unzipping.

  “Which one do you want first?” Chaim demanded. “Can’t make up your mind, huh? While you’re thinking it over, we’ll test out some more of your toys.”

  Jenna and Zoe huddled on the sawdust covered floor, wrapped tightly in one anothers arms.

  “I hope they kill her,” Zoe whispered. “The things she did to us were so awful. And all those men ...” She shuddered at the memories of the Sado Circus.

  “It’s over now, baby,” Jenna purred. “Chaim is our Master now and he’ll treat us much better, I promise.”

  The Ringmistress shrieked in pain, as a long, needle thin skewer was pushed through both of her nipples. Chaim then lit a pair of fat black candles and held them over her, for several minutes. She shrieked again, as droplets of molten wax fell onto her skewered nipples.

  “I don’t think she’s made up her mind yet,” said Chaim. “Let’s take a closer look at that old lesbian pussy.”

  It took the bikers several minutes to locate the appropriate tools for their next task. Steel clamps were briefly considered, but Chaim decided a spool of copper wire and a big sewing needle were better.

  “What were you planning to do with these?” he demanded.

  “I was going to sew up a slave’s pussy, then pass an electrical current through the wire,” the Ringmistress replied.

  “Nice idea,” Chaim admitted. “Only we want your pussy wide open, at least for now.”

  He threaded the wire through the eye of the needle, then crouched between the thighs of the Ringmistress.

  “Noooooo...!” she shrieked, as the sharp point pierced her labia.

  “Shut her up,” Chaim barked.

  Grabbing the screaming woman by the hair, one of the bikers thrust his throbbing cock into her mouth. Chaim drew the needle clean through her flesh, twisted the wire into a knot, then wound it twice around her left thigh, clipped it with his knife and tied it. He repeated the process on her right nether lip and thigh. She bit down on the cock meat in her mouth and involuntarily writhed her legs, tightening the nooses around her throat.

  “She’s wide open now,” said Chaim. “Boys, get some whips. We’re gonna heat this bitch up, before we fuck her.”

  Armed with whips, the five bikers gathered around the stricken Ringmistress. At Chaim’s command, they began flogging her. Jenna and Zoe flinched, as the firework crack of the lashes exploded on her flesh. Her shrieks were as loud as any ever uttered by the captives of her Sado Circus. The five whips savaged every inch of her, from her shoulders to the tops of her calf length black leather boots. The whips knocked the candles from their holders, but the bite of the lashes was a thousand times worse than the wax that had dripped over her breasts. By the time the punishment ended, only a few streaks of pallor remained on her whip scorched front.

  “She’s hot now,” Chaim panted. “And so am I.”

  Throwing him
self on top of the Ringmistress, he buried his cock between her thighs, with a bestial thrust. The anguished howl that greeted his penetration was cut short by the cock of the fat biker being once more rammed down her throat.

  “I want to watch this,” said Zoe, rising to her feet. “I want to see them do to that sick bitch what all those men did to me.”

  Chaim smacked the breasts of the Ringmistress as he raped her, his hips bucking rapidly between her spread thighs. After five minutes of brutally pumping her pussy, he reached underneath her and ripped away the rubber sheathing her buttocks. His cock was greasy from her sex juices. He pushed it downwards, nudging it into her rear cleft. With a grunt, he forced it into her virginally tight rectum.

  “Jesus Christ!” the fat biker roared. “Bitch bit my fucking cock!”

  He hastily withdrew from her mouth, allowing her to vent her agony through a guttural scream. Gripping his teeth marked shaft in his right fist, he vigorously masturbated. The Ringmistress spluttered, as his thick semen spat into her mouth and over her face.

  Shortly afterwards, Chaim climaxed in her bottom. When he withdrew, he wiped his dripping and tanned cock on her pussy, then made way for the next fuck hungry Hell King.

  By the time all five men had taken her, the Ringmistress was sobbing in shame and agony, semen oozing from front and rear orifices and splattered on her face. They washed her down with five simultaneous golden showers, Chaim treating her face to the full steaming blast from his cock. Jenna and Zoe watched intently, the latter particularly savouring every second of this humiliation of her cruel ex-Mistress. But even as she lay drenched in urine and scarcely able to breathe from the nooses around her neck, worse was yet to come for the Ringmistress.

  She was untied from the cross and placed in a leather harness that dangled from two long, thick overhead chains. The harness restrained her in a squat position, her arms strapped to a horizontal pole behind her neck and her booted feet chained to stirrups. A red latex hood, with only a narrow mouth slit, was pulled like a condom over her head, the end snapping securely around her throat. Her feet were now level with the heads of the bikers.

  Chaim pushed her ankles and she began swinging gently back and forth. As the others began to push, she swung faster and higher. Chaim had found several interesting weapons in her “operating theatre”. Among them was her pin blowing pipe.

  The Hell Kings took turns to fire pins at her, as she swung above their heads. With each tiny spear that was on target, she uttered a shriek of pain. The torture continued until they ran out of pins. By then, her buttocks resembled two pink pincushions. Her thighs, breasts and belly also bristled with gleaming needles.

  “This Sado Circus is top class entertainment alright,” Chaim hollered. “Let’s see how Madam Ringmistress flies with a little weight.”

  He brought the swing to a standstill and attached two shark toothed steel clips to her labia. These were linked to a small chain. There was no shortage of objects to hang from this. Using pieces of copper wire, Chaim attached a hammer, a small hatchet, a cat o’ nine tails and an empty wine bottle. The weight stretched the nether lips of the Ringmistress like elastic. She sobbed and groaned in agony, just as so many slaves had done at her hands.

  Before setting her swinging again, Chaim pushed the long rubber tube that had been in Zoe’s bottom into her anus. As she swung above their heads again, the Hell Kings picked up their whips and unleashed a fresh fusillade of vicious lashes.

  “Enough!” Chaim finally shouted. “It’s time we were getting back to Rancho Diablo.”

  “No!” Zoe screamed. “Don’t take me back there, please!”

  “I’ll take you anywhere I damn well please,” Chaim barked, wrenching her away from Jenna. “I didn’t come here to set you free. You’re my property now, along with your sister. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Master,” she whimpered, looking desperately towards Jenna.

  “Show me how you will please your Master,” he demanded. “Both of you.”

  The twins fell to their knees before him, tongues lashing the damp crown of his cock, two pairs of soft hands gripping the stiffening organ. From slit to scrotum, the lips, fingers and tongues of the two young girls lovingly caressed him. They were a two headed cocksucking entity, programmed to satisfy his every desire. They swallowed him in turn, each accommodating him to the back of her throat. While one was sucking his cock, the other licked and sucked his hairy, spunk swollen balls.

  Rescuing Zoe had been worth the trouble. He was certain of that now. With twins in his bed and subservient to his every desire, he would truly be King of his slave ranch. The erotic possibilities were so exciting, he could contain his climax for no more than a few minutes. His hot cream jetted into Jenna’s mouth. When she had taken every last drop from him, she kissed her sister, passing his semen into her mouth. Zoe swallowed it as she sucked her tongue.

  “Adios, Ringmistress,” Chaim shouted, as they were leaving with their four slaves, a few minutes later.

  “You can’t leave me here!” she screamed, struggling violently in her harness.

  “You have an audience arriving for the next show in five days,” he replied. “They’ll take care of you. One way or another.”

  “It’s gonna be a little cramped in the back of the van,” Chaim said, shoving Jenna into the huddle of slaves. Two of you boys will have to guard the slaves. Just remember, nobody but me lays a hand on those twins. As soon as we get back to Rancho Diablo, there’s gonna be another wedding ceremony. From now on, I’m the Hell Kings Captain with two Queens.”

  “He owns us both now?” Zoe whispered, as the van doors slammed shut.

  Jenna nodded, drawing her naked body close to hers.

  “Then we’ll never be free again?”

  “Maybe not in the way we planned,” Jenna answered. “But we’ll never again be apart either. Isn’t that the most important thing?”

  “I can’t believe it’s all over,” said Zoe.

  Jenna thought for a minute, then whispered. “It’s not completely over, baby. Not yet. There’s one piece of unfinished business remaining.”

  Chapter 17

  Aunt Tonya sighed, as she studied her nude reflection in the full length bedroom mirror. She did not like what she saw. Sumo wrestler was the term that sprang to mind. Her thighs, belly and breasts all blended into a single mountain of white flesh. She could not even see her pubic bush anymore, without first lifting the rolls of fat around her waist.

  “You look like shit, lady,” she grunted.

  Waddling out of range of the mirror, she sat back on the bed and uncapped a fresh bottle of Jack Daniels. Her vibrator lay on the pillow, a pair of black curls clinging to the gold shaft. She picked it up, sniffed it, then switched it on and halfheartedly touched the thrumming crown to her nipples. Her favourite toy had been seeing more action than usual lately, since the departure of Marlon.

  The mere thought of his name caused her to grit her teeth in fury. He had been the lowest of lowlife, a bum she had picked up in a bar in the course of the long weekend she had spent celebrating the sale of the twins. Latin good looks were all he had had going for him, but that was more than enough for Tonya. She had allowed him to use her home and her body as he pleased. For four glorious weeks, she had been a beautiful young woman again, with a hot stud at her service. She had not known what he saw in her, nor did she care. All that mattered was that he stayed with her and kept her satisfied.

  Then, as suddenly as he had entered her life, he was gone. Not even a note. All he had left her with was a sore pussy and an empty bank account. She cursed her own naiveté even more than she cursed him. How could she have been so stupid to delude herself that a thirty something gigolo with the body of an athlete could have fallen for the charms of a middle aged drunk, with tits halfway to her knees? It was far too late for regrets now, of course. She had
lost everything, including the final shreds of her self-respect.

  Selling the twins for ten thousand dollars had been the biggest mistake of all. Had she not been so blinded by alcohol and greed, she would have realised they were worth at least five times that. She took a long swig from the bourbon bottle, then spread her thighs and rammed the vibrator to the hilt in between. The sensation of the head pulsating against her clitoris was the perfect accompaniment to the gut warming effects of the alcohol.

  With nothing remaining but her fantasies and memories, she cast her mind back to that glorious night, when she had rid herself of Jenna and Zoe. How she had enjoyed seeing them crawl and hearing them beg for mercy. She’d shown those perfect little beauties, all right. They wouldn’t be looking down their noses at her again, or talking behind her back. She had taught them a valuable lesson in respect.

  She thrust the vibrator deep into her soaking slash and took another swig from the bottle. Just as she was conjuring up a fantasy of the naked twins being whipped and raped by a group of sadistic men, she thought she heard a noise from downstairs, barely audible above the humming of the vibrator and the creaking of bedsprings. Imagination, she told herself. Nobody but the most stupid of burglars would waste time breaking into her house. Even from the outside, it resembled a rubbish tip.

  Tonya lost herself in a world of blurred fantasy, using the vibrator like a weapon between her flabby thighs. She would not allow herself to think about her ex-lover, or the pleasure he had given her. She preferred to think of the twins, when she had been the one meting out the humiliation.

  A shadow fell across the threshold of the open bedroom door. A figure in boots, jeans and black leather jacket stepped softly into the room. Another followed close behind. Tonya was writhing on the bed, bourbon splashing over her breasts, as she grunted in drunken ecstasy. She remained blissfully unaware of the intruders in her bedroom, until the shadow of one darkened her belly. She looked up and screamed, the bottle falling from her fingers.