“I took this over several years ago,” Mike continued, shoving her roughly forward between her shoulderblades while slamming the door behind her. Carla stumbled forward, sweeping the hair from her face, regaining her balance. Mike was quickly behind her. “It was going downhill. The woman who ran the place didn’t know how to manage kids these days. You need a firm hand, firm like mine, Carla.”
He stroked the back of her head, then curled his fingers and grabbed a fistful of her hair. Carla let out a short moan, her teeth chattering against one another. No. No! She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of crying put again.
“Keeping quiet? Good. I like that kind of strength. In here.”
He let go of her hair, shoving the woman down another long corridor. Small yellowish overhead bulbs lit the cement corridor, a musky smell filling the air. Taking the keys from his belt, Mike opened a large green wooden door and motioned her inside.
“Here?”
A cold sweat broke out on Carla’s forehead. As long as they had been walking, as long as they hadn’t yet reached their goal, there seemed to be time to hope something would happen — someone would come to her rescue, notice her shuffling in front of this maniac, barefooted, her dress ripped in several places, her hair ruffled around her shoulders. But now all hope sank as Carla stepped over the small concrete rise in the doorway.
Mike turned on the light.
“My… my God! What is this,” she stammered, looking around her. She felt her hands and feet turn icy while more perspiration dotted her forehead. It was something straight out of a medieval story, just as Mike had said. The Middle Ages lived on here, she thought as her eyes swept around the walls, taking in the instruments of torture hanging from them. There were frightening-looking whips, riding crops, masks, gags, leather thongs, what appeared to be bridles, and other things that terrified Carla. And there in the middle of the room was a large wooden keg with a small brass faucet embedded in it. Mike put the keys back on his belt, closing the door behind him.
“You don’t need that any more,” he said, running his fingers over her dress, then tearing it from her body.
“Remember me talking about medieval history? They used things like this in those days, and in this country for a long time,” he said, pointing to what at first was an unfamiliar object to Carla. It was a small wooden wall of about four feet in height, two large holes opposite one another, bored into the wood with two smaller ones about two feet above those. Hinges had been attached to one side of the bored-out wooden device, apparently making it possible to lift the areas around the holes together or separately. A pillory! Of course! She had seen pictures of those things in picture books when she was a little girl going to school. The pilgrims used them in Massachusetts for thieves and whores. Was he going to push her into, it?
“I think you’ve guessed what I’m going to do with you, Carla. Come on, follow me,” Mike said, taking her by the right arm and pulling her forward.
“N-n-n-noooo!”
She whimpered, tucking her ass back, trying to dig her bare feet into the cold concrete floor while struggling against the big man. It was futile. His fingers bruised her flesh, leaving long red marks on her skin as he tugged her forward to the pillory. Quickly, he swept her up in his arms, kicking the lower hinges open and thrusting in her legs through the larger holes. Carla tried pulling from his grip. The device crashed down with the sound of a slicing guillotine, making her flesh crawl with horror.
“Now for the arms.”
Carla was no match for his strength. In a moment he had opened the top portion of the device, shoving her wrists through the hole, forcing her forward until her elbows were well into the curved grooves. Again he slammed the wood down, locking it in place. Only-now did the full force of her fear and panic descend on her. At least there in the office she could use her arms and legs to defend himself. At least there she could twist around, hiding her cunt, her ass, her tits from the belting and kicking. But now Carla saw she was completely held in place, unable to move at all, held in place by the pillory.
“Stop this! Stop this!”
She bounced her ass up and down, her plump reddened asscheeks jiggling against one another. She screamed and pulled back, trying to break the brass hinges still holding her fast. Carla saw she couldn’t even tip the pillory over, the device as braced by wooden two-by-fours on either side at the bottom to steady it. The only thing not braced was her ass, sagging down from the pillory, prancing invitingly up and down as if waiting for another belting smack. Mike watched her approvingly, taking her chin in his right hand and squeezing his fingers. They were pressing right at the junction of her upper and lower jaw. Carla stopped her writhing and screaming, a shock of pain racing along her facial nerve and making her cheeks shudder. The agony was like a ragged saw cutting into her brain. He pressed harder, laughing at her, watching as her eyes rolled back into her head and her body shivered with pain. It was an agony the woman had never experienced before, her body revolting from its source. She bounced savagely against the pillory, the muscles in her arms and legs pressing against her skin while her ass checks worked against one another. For a moment she thought Mike would surely crush her skull in his hand. Then, with another snorting laugh, he let go, smacking her reprovingly across the face.
“Uhhhhhh!”
Her chin struck the top of the pillory, the force of the blow rattling her teeth. She stared at the big man as he rubbed his crotch, the outline of his fat cock apparent now.
“You show spunk. You’re better than some of the girls I get in here,” he continued, dragging the wooden cask over until it was right next to her. Carla eyed the object warily, moving her jaws, making certain he hadn’t shattered anything in her skull.
“What’s… what’s in there?” she ventured, feeling that somehow she and that thing were going to be attached.
“Beer. Surprised?” Mike said, noticing her look of amazement. “The girls here don’t brew it, of course. Some of the local ranchers around here gave me a recipe one day, shortly after I took this place over. Sometimes we indulge in it — at parties when we invite the students to join us.”
“Join? You mean…?”
“The beer’s pretty damned strong,” Mike said with a laugh, attaching a large black rubber hose near the tip of the faucets. She saw there was a long, steel nozzle at the other end of the tube, something that reminded her of an enema tube. “It’s not that slop they drink in the bars. It’ll make you very drunk no matter how you take it — so drunk you’re able to pass out after one or two drinks.”
With that, Mike bent down, holding the nozzle in the fingers of his right hand while spreading her asscheeks with the other. Carla knew what he was going to do, and tensed her thighs, jerking her ass up, trying to move it away from his offending hand. When she felt him screwing one finger up into her shitter, she winced, her head snapping back, a shout coming from her mouth.
“Ow! Ow! You’re… you’re hurting me! Oh God, no, don’t do this!”
Her cries became more intense, more blurred as Mike screwed his finger up farther, finally pressing his knuckle into her soft ass flesh. Carla screamed, mapping her body the pillory, groaning as she felt his jagged fingernail scraping along her bowel lining. He was humiliating and hurting her at the same time, prodding his awful finger up into her shitter, feeling around inside there while still holding that awful enema thing in one hand. When she looked down again, the woman saw him moving the nozzle up to her ass.
“Oh no, no, nooooowwwwwww!”
Carla screamed, feeling the nozzle replacing Mike’s smaller, warm finger. It split her shitter lips apart, twisting into her asshole like some terrible gnawing animal, gouging against the soft, moist lining of her ass. Mike laughed, twisting the tube again, pushing in the nozzle, screwing it up until the brass tip disappeared into her body.
“Ohhhhh!”
Carla lay her head on the top of the pillory, her face red with the shame and pain of having been fucked in the ass
with that dreadful nozzle! She tried pushing with her thigh muscles as if she were about to take a shit. Nothing could dislodge that thing. It stayed there, the metal warming quickly to her body.
“Now, there’s no reason why we’ve got to keep that pretty little cunt of yours unoccupied. Your asshole’s got a friend. Might as well find one for your pussy.”
Was he going to fuck her? How, in this position, especially with that awful thing up her ass? Carla jerked her head up the moment she heard something dragging across the basement floor. Moving her head to one side, she saw Mike pulling forward a three-legged stool. What amazed her was a large steel cock sticking straight up in the center of it! Tiny holes were pricked in the sides of the thing, a translucent tube dropping from the thickened bottom of the dildo and dragging behind Mike.
“It’s kind of a variation on an old theme. I think you’ll find the modifications fun,” Mike said, winking at her.
“Fun? You, you bastard!” she sputtered, pulling back at the pillory as more hot tears of shame rolled down her face.
Mike laughed again as he positioned the stool under her ass. Carla shamed herself again, she felt, knowing her pussy was creaming with excitement. He rubbed his fingers up and down over her swollen labes, rubbing them together and up against her clit. Carla wriggled against the offending fingers, wishing she could tear herself from the pillory and rush from the room. But there was nothing she could do. The woman felt wave after wave of unspeakable humiliation flowing through her, knowing Mike understood just how aroused she was!
“And I’m not going to just sit and watch you fuck yourself,” he said, moving his fingers away and starting to push the woman down onto the dildo.
Carla fought him as best she could, shrugging her shoulders, tensing her thighs and struggling upward against his hands. But nothing could stop him.
“You’re going to suck me off, Carla. That’s right,” he said, smiling at her as she shot him an angry, defiant glance. “I’m gonna get this cock down your throat. And believe me, you’re going to enjoy this as much as I will.”
Carla couldn’t believe what he said. Suck his cock? He had to be out of his mind if he taught she would enjoy something like that!
“Now, you can tell me if you like what’s happening to you so far. You want to suck my cock?”
“No!”
Carla shouted out the answer defiantly.
He backhanded her with a sharp slap, the force snapping Carla’s head to one side. She fought back the tears, looking straight into Mike’s eyes.
“You won’t lie to me again, Carla. This whole session’s going to change that.”
“Agghghghhhhh!”
With a quick move, Mike turned on the faucet of the barrel. Carla stiffened, her spine straightening while her asscheeks jiggled. She felt the cold stinging splash of the beer spatter into her shitter. Her body jerked, her asscheeks dancing and bobbing up and down. To her concern, Carla felt the dildo starting to slide into her pussy from her wild moves. Struggling for concentration, the woman tried to keep her body still. But the coursing beer was so cold and splashing all about her asshole, and it was difficult for her to remain impassive. In a moment, she felt Mike let go of her completely, her own body betraying her and forcing her pussy down onto the steel dildo.
“That’s it, Carla. You’re going to fuck yourself real good on that thing. Doesn’t it feel good rodding into your cunt?”
“Uhhhhhh!”
Carla shut her eyes, letting her head fall back as more hard, cold inches from the thing speared into her cunt. In a moment she knew a little more than half of that thing had penetrated her body, squeezing past the swollen tissues of her pussy, pushing down deep into her cunt.
“Now, we’re going to add something that’ll make you feel a little more excited… if that’s possible.”
Carla opened her eyes, watching as Mike took the translucent tube and unraveled it. He was moving away from the small circle of yellow light illuminating the barrel and stool. Carla narrowed her eyes, trying to peer into the darkness surrounding Mike. She heard him fumbling around with something, still holding onto that tube. There was a whirring sound, quickly followed by the chugging of a small engine. Mike reappeared, wiping his hands against one another. At the same time, Carla felt something very odd in her cunt — a kind of strange movement of sorts. Air! Of course! Those tiny holes at the end of the dildo were letting out air in sharp, tiny pulses, the pressure provided by a compressor and fed into her cunt by the tube.
“Ah! I see you’ve figured it out,” Mike said with satisfaction, puffing down his trousers, then hooking his fingers over the elastic waistband of his white cotton jockey shorts. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Oh, ohhhhhh!”
It was like getting fucked by tiny cocks, each one touching a particularly sensitive spot in her cunt! Carla wanted to deny that feeling, ignore it, but that was impossible! The air jets were stoking her up higher, making her cuntal walls contract around the fat steel dick and milk it as if… as if it belonged to some human lover! The woman drove her body up and down, bouncing it on the dildo as if she were a merry-go-round horse.
Mike smiled, pleased he had worked her up to this level. Stepping from his trousers, the big man scratched his cock and balls, working his cock up to its full eight-inch length. When Carla opened her eyes again, she turned and saw Mike standing there in front of her, his eyes glittering with lust. She saw his cock, that cock he was going to ramrod down her throat. It made her swallow with fright as her eyes took in the full length and width of that thing. She would crack her jaws on it!
“Ohhhhh!”
At the same time, Carla began to feel a kind of euphoria, a floating, good sensation as the beer shot through her bowels, bloating her flat stomach. Pulling up another stool, much higher than the one Carla was squatting on. Mike slid his legs over the top of the pillory. His cock bobbed invitingly in front of Carla.
“Now call!”
Carla shook her head, turning her face from his prick. Mike stretched out his right hand, grabbing her hair and jerking her head up against his crotch with one fast move.
“I told you, you’re going to listen to me each time I give you an order. Now you’re gonna suck this dick if I’ve gotta pull out ill your fuckin’ hair, understand, you Goddamned stupid bitch?” he shouted.
Carla was terrified. She nodded her head, whimpering as he let go of her hair.
“Now suck it, and suck it good. Any funny stuff like biting’ll be rewarded, Carla.”
She understood the threat. Nodding her head again, she moved forward tentatively. That movement caused her to raise herself off the steel dildo, making her cuntal juices flow that much more freely. Flicking out her tongue, she touched the tip of it against his blood-bloated cock.
Mike was holding the base of his cock with one hand, caressing her face with the other. The steady pumping air coming from the holes of the dildo seemed to be whistling inside her cunt now, pattering against her pussy walls, making her oh, so aroused! She began milking her small cuntal muscles around the dildo, working her ass slowly up and down the steel cock as she licked his prick. It had to be the beer, that awful beer still splattering in her asshole, filling her up as if she were some kind of balloon. There wasn’t any more revulsion, no more hate. All Carla felt was a kind of relief, a joy as she started lapping at Mike’s cock as if she were a kitten drinking milk.
CHAPTER THREE
Carla slowly started bouncing herself on the horrid thing, fucking herself, feeling the hardy slick nudging of the air-powered dildo gouging against the slick, velvety walls of her pussy. AL the same time, she flicked her tongue around the double-lobed cockhead, tasting the pre-cum oozing from the slit. It was all so beautiful, so wonderful — except the beer now flowing through her. She was about to burst. The liquid in her bowels was becoming violently uncomfortable. She would explode — or shit all over herself. As if Mike understood this, he bent over, turning off the nozzle and thus ending th
e flow of beer into her shitter. Carla sighed with relief, glad that at least one portion of her ordeal was over. Mike used both hands now against the sides of her skull, guiding her, forcing her to open her mouth fully and take in his prick.
“That’s it… oh yeah, that’s it, that’s what I want, baby. Open that mouth and take it down all the way!”
Carla extended her tongue experimentally, sliding it back and forth over half the length of Mike’s cock. He liked that a lot, his body shuddering while his fingers fanned out along the sides of her head. She felt his nails scratching the area just behind her ears while he began feeding her more and more of his fat, hat cock.
“Ummmmmfffffff!”
Her lips stretched thin like rubber bands, tight around his sinking prick. Carla kept on swallowing, her throat coating with cum as be began sliding his fuckrod in and out, in and out, his balls flattening against her upturned chin. Carla felt her stomach turning somersaults. But they weren’t nauseating any longer. The woman had the feeling her entire body was floating in that wonderful sea of beer. As her pleasure built, the pain ebbed, making her suck on Mike’s cock with more wild and enthusiastic abandon.
“Baby, that’s it! Man, that’s good head Carla! I haven’t had a mouth on me like that for a long time,” he groaned.
“Oooooffff!”
Carla was going at it strongly now, moving her head back and forth, her golden hair bouncing around her shoulders and throat. She could feel his fat cock head bouncing off the back of her throat, gagging her again and again while more fizz flowed from his piss-slit. What was more exciting was what was happening between her white, tightening thighs. More and more juice oozed from her pussyslit, making the dildo slide easily in and out of her fuzzy little fuckhole. Her muscles were cramping and cinching down now on that thing, milking it while her cuntal walk rumbled with excitement. Carla felt herself getting higher and higher. She didn’t have anything any longer. The terror was gone for the moment. She bounced high on the rod, loving the pulsing jets of air that both stung and caressed. She began to acquire an erotic rhythm to her fucking, leaning forward slightly making sure he a rubbed up again her clit. At times she could feel jets of air spitting against that sex spindle. How she loved it! More and more juice frothed around the dildo, making a gleaming puddle around the steel base of the cock.
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