0 comments/ 26794 views/ 2 favorites Drive Through Tales Ch. 01 By: Serenus Zeitblom Once upon a time - and no doubt it was a dark and stormy night - Henry Mann was driving from work, on his way to the empty apartment he now called home. It was late, he had worked long into the evening finishing an assignment for a new client, and autumn leaves blew in little gales across the streets as he drove, covering the yellow painted lines on the roadway and hiding the boundaries of the pavement in drifts of harshly lit reds and golds and browns. A crescent moon peeked out from behind low-scudding clouds as they streaked across the night sky.Pumpkins sat on porches, grinning ghoulishly into the night. Henry's wife of nearly twenty-five years had left him almost six months ago, left him for a man half his age, for a man, she said, whose cock still worked, and who knew how to fuck the shit out of her. What little there was left of Henry's deflated manhood had on that April Fool's night vanished like a faint tendril of winter's mist on the warm breeze that had crushed him in it's passing. Henry Mann was a commercial photographer - and don't get your hopes up thinking that Henry spent his days photographing exotic models on distant beaches for glamorous magazines. No, indeed not, for our Henry photographed small machined fittings and plumbing fixtures for various mechanical engineering and contracting companies around New Jersey and eastern Pennsylvania. The closest Henry had ever come to exotica had been, oh, almost ten years ago when he had been given an assignment by an agency to shoot various items of lingerie for a regional department store. He had been told to make some of the items 'look sexy', but he had no idea what the client wanted in that regard. Lingerie simply hadn't been sexy to Henry Mann. He had, of course, never done another shoot for that client. Oh, where was I? Oh, yes. Driving home on that dark and stormy night. Henry had, however out of character this may seem, been modestly successful in his dogged way, and had made a comfortable living shooting ball valves and toggle switches; his wife had taken remarkably little of his in the property settlement agreed to in mediation. She had agreed to split the proceeds after the sale of their house, and she had allowed him to keep his various photographic odds and ends that he had accumulated over the years. Henry's pride and joy, his old tangerine colored Porsche 911 T she had allowed him to keep, as well. And in this, his faithful steed, he was driving home when a modest hunger pang hit. As Henry kept almost no food in his little apartment refrigerator, he decided - despite earlier declarations to the contrary - to stop again on the way home for yet another hamburger or bucket of chicken. He made out the orange and yellow sign of a hamburger stand up ahead, and signaled to make a left turn into the little restaurant's parking lot. After waiting a moment for traffic to clear, he pulled into the lot, and on seeing a crowd inside, drove around the back to order from the drive through lane. He waited behind a car ahead of his, then moved forward when his time came. He studied the colorful sign for a moment, but still managed to jump a bit when the girl's voice came over the tinny little speaker. Even so distorted, the girl's voice was attractive, and suggested honest happiness in the tone and flow of her words. Henry ordered a Super-Sloppo with cheeze-whiz, fermented fries, and a chocolate coconut oil milkshake, and proceeded to the drive-up window after being told this delightful culinary concoction would set him back a little less than five dollars. As Henry drove up and stopped at the little window he caught sight of the girl whose voice was so alluring. Actually, the first thing he noticed was the girl's red hair. But really, red doesn't do justice to the color of this girl's hair. Her hair was a rich auburn - chestnut color, hung well below shoulder height, and was as straight and shiny as a summer's rain shower. Henry was, frankly, speechless as he approached the drive-up window. Henry was a photographer, after all, and he appreciated visual perfection above all else. The girl's name, Henry read on the little plastic nameplate on her uniformed breast, was JOY, and he was surprised to see a face that reflected genuine warmth and happiness as she went about taking people's money and giving them their change and their meals. And she was no less happy and warm in her dealings with Henry, who was her next customer. JOY was the first female he had seen in six months that did not make him flinch and want to run away in terror. And while he could not really tell her age, he suspected that she was either in high school, or more likely, just graduated from some dead-end school into this dead-end job. It was a miracle that she still had a smile on her face. He handed over his money to the girl, and tried to make contact with her hand - he wanted to feel her skin - wanted to touch JOY. When he did, they both jumped from a little electric shock, and she laughed out loud at the infinitesimal jolt. She handed Henry his nickel back, and passed over his milk shake, and told him it would be a minute more for the burger. Henry just smiled at the girl, but his heart was beating faster as he looked at her. Finally, she handed him a little white sack with his dinner in it, and Thanked him, wished him a Good Evening. "You too," Henry had said - perhaps wistfully - as he slipped the old Porsche into gear and pulled away. xx:xy Two nights later Henry found himself sitting in line at the burger stand's drive through ordering another burger, fries, and shake. JOY was there - he could tell by the voice on the tinny little speaker. As he pulled round to the drive-through window, he felt happy anticipation at the prospect of seeing JOY once again. And she remembered him! She said - in happy welcoming tones sure to warm the darkest warrens of even the most jaded soul's heart - 'Nice to see you again . . . that sure is a neat car!' "Oh, thanks, I've had it forever. Wouldn't part with it for the world." And she had taken his money, given him his change, and his shake, then the little sack of food. Then she had told him Thanks, Good Evening, AND 'Hope to see you again soon!' "I hope so too," Henry had said. Who was that jaded philosopher who once wrote: "All the lonely people, where do they all come from?" xx:xy He went again the very next night, but JOY was no where to be found, and he drove home in a very deep funk. xx:xy It was almost a week later when Henry once again drove through looking for JOY, and she was there that night. She recognized him again, and appeared to brighten when she saw him, but only just perceptively so. She was obviously very upset about something as she took his money and handed him his meal in return. Henry felt he needed to say something to cheer the girl up - give her something to feel good about, so he said "You know, you have the prettiest hair I've ever seen. I would love to photograph your hair through the twilight sun some day." She had smiled a little when he said that, then written something down on a scrap of paper and handed it to him as he sat there looking up at her. Henry had driven away, then stopped under a street light to look at her message. In fat round and ultimately schoolish-feminine little handwriting he had read: 'I need a ride - could you pick me up a little after eleven?' Henry looked at his watch; it was not quite eight, so he drove home, and quickly ate his almost-cold dinner. He grew increasingly uncomfortable, nervous really, at meeting JOY in the flesh, and he thought he might not go, might not pick her up, but he dismissed the thought almost as quickly as it had come to him. But he took a shower, shaved the course stubble from his pale face, and put on some after-shave lotion. He cleaned his little apartment, more out of anxiety than any unrealistic expectations about where the evening might lead, and then brushed his teeth, hoping that his unrealistic expectations might indeed lead the girl back to his little apartment. A few minutes before eleven, he hopped into his old Porsche and drove off toward the burger stand. xx:xy He had parked opposite the little drive through window where she could see him, and he waited. Ten minutes went by, then fifteen, and no one came. It started to snow. He was about to start the car and head home when he saw her walking out of the building. It was the first time Henry had seen the girl from the chest down. He could see she was a young girl about five feet tall, fairly small chested, but fairly broad in the bottom, but not too badly so, he decided as she drew nearer the car. She came to his window, and he rolled it down. "Is this O.K.?" she asked. "I don't want to get you in trouble or anything." "Where do you need to go, Joy? It's no trouble at all." "Well, that's the problem. Maybe a hotel or something. I don't have anywhere to go." "Well, come on, then. Let's go get you fixed up for the night." She had walked around to the passenger door, and Henry had leaned across and pushed it open for her. Joy had plopped down onto the old cracked leather seat, and said, "This is nice. What kind of car is it?" He pulled out of the lot and headed down the road. "Joy, what's going on? Are you in trouble?" She looked away out her window, and did not say a word. "O.K., Joy, where to?" "I don't know, I've got about twenty bucks. You know any place where I can stay for that?" "No, not really. What about your family? They live around here?" "Yeah, but they threw me out." "How old are you, Joy?" "Nineteen." "You sure?" "Wanna see my driver's license?" She said with a touch of anger in her voice. "Any friends you can stay with?" "Nope. Listen, you can just let me out here, O.K.?" "Joy, I'm not going to just dump you out on the street. It's late, and it's snowing outside." "Yeah, well, I got no place else to go. I'll just get out here." Henry pulled the car over to the side of the street. Joy started to open the door. "Are you hungry?" This stopped her. She hesitated, then said, "Yes." She was near tears. But defiant, too. "Can I get you something to eat?" "Yeah, O.K., sure." Henry pulled back into traffic and headed on into town toward a 24-hour diner down by the train station, and he pulled into the head-in parking space in front of the restaurant. He went around and opened Joy's door - she apparently couldn't figure out the latch mechanism - and helped her out of the car. He held her hand as they walked across the slushy pot-holed asphalt toward the steps that led into the diner. Henry ordered them both coffee as they looked over the grimy little plastic menus. Nothing looked good to Henry. The waitress came and took Joy's order, and poured their coffees. He passed on food. Henry studied her face as she sat there under the harsh florescent light. Despite the green cast to the light, she had a remarkably cute face accented by a broad little band of deep freckles across the bridge of her nose and scattered across her cheeks. Her eyes were blue-green, and her hair was still outrageously attractive, even under the horrible lights. "By the way, my name is Henry Thorndike. I'm a photographer. What's your name?" "Pleased to meet ya, Henry. Just call me Joy, O.K.?" "Sure." Her dinner came, a bowl of stew and some corn bread. Simple, country food, he thought. Maybe she's not from around here. "So, Joy, where are your folks?" She ate a while, turned over his question in her mind, apparently deciding whether or not to answer. "Kentucky," she finally said. "I was let go tonight . . . fired." "Why?" "No reason, but I guess because I wouldn't screw the manager." Henry nodded his head. Same old bullshit, things will never change. Men and their victims. xx:xy They walked out to his Porsche after she had finished eating, and he helped her into the car. It was snowing harder, and was really cold now. There wasn't train service any longer in this part of Jersey, and buses hardly ever any came out this way anymore. He started the car, and the old motor sprang to life. "O.K., Joy. Where to?" "Well, I'd say your place or mine, but . . ." "Yeah, well, that kinda narrows it down a bit, doesn't it." "Henry, can I go home with you tonight. Just, you know, what ever you wanna do is cool, but just please be nice to me, huh?" She said this with a mischievous little grin on her face. "Yeah, O.K., kid." He drove on back to his little apartment, and helped her out again, and held her hand over to the little covered walkway that led up to his apartment. He put the key in the door and led her into the warm room. He turned on the single overhead light, revealing a spare room with photos covering almost every square inch of all the walls. All of the photos were of trees bare of all leaves, each taken under leaden skies; they were dark, moody black and white shots, all selenium processed to give a very subtle slate gray hue to the scenes. They were all uniformly depressing; they drew you in to an alternate interior landscape of the mind where hope and happiness were but footnotes to an earlier life, a life that had been written, and discarded. Joy walked around the room, looking at the somber scenes that revealed a world literally devoid of all hope and joy, and she looked back at Henry Thorndike, and she understood. She understood she would be safe here, that Henry was a man who had been beaten, indeed, was her's for the taking. He was a man incapable of hurting another human being, she knew, because he understood what pain was on that most intimate scale. She was suddenly hungry again. She walked over to him and pushed him down onto the little gray sofa behind him, and she knelt between his legs. She moved over him, undid his belt buckle, unzipped the trousers and pulled them down to his ankles. She did the same to his boxer shorts, then took his limp cock in her hands. She sucked on it for a few minutes, and felt it coming to life. She worked on it slowly but roughly, pinching and biting it as she sucked on it, and it would flinch and harden the rougher she was with it. Joy moved into the zone of instinct that had been honed by years of bitter experience under her father. "You better get hard for me now, little man, or I'm going to hurt you. I'm going to hurt you like you've never been hurt before." She leaned forward and slapped Henry Thorndike for all she was worth, and drove her mouth back down on his cock. She grabbed his sack of balls and twisted them tightly, causing him to moan loudly, then she bit the tip of his cock savagely. Henry's cock grew harder with each new torment. "That's it, little man, get hard for me," she said gently, then she reached up and knocked him on the side of his face with her open fist. "You're gonna cum for me, aren't you, little man. Now. Do it, or I'm really, really gonna hurt you . . ." She jacked his cock with her fingernails, leaving little red streaks up and down the shaft of Henry's now rock hard cock. She stuck the thumb of her other hand up Henry's asshole, then roughly stuck another finger up, then another, and another. She felt Henry going rigid, and threw her mouth down on his pulsing cock as it erupted. She felt the cum leaping to the back of her throat, and she swallowed it greedily. Henry was convulsing, shivering as his first orgasm in years caught him by surprise. Joy was surprised herself when more and more cum streamed into her mouth, and this she held under the warm confinement of her tongue. She pulled her hand roughly from Henry's ass, and moved up to his face. She pulled his mouth open with her shit-stained finger, and placed her head about a foot above his, then let the warm cum in her mouth stream over her tongue and down into Henry's waiting mouth. "Swallow it! All of it!" she yelled at him. "If you spill a drop you'll be eating your cum for a week, and nothing else!" So of course, Henry let a couple of drops spill from his mouth. "So that's the way you want it, huh, Henry boy. Well, O.K., you're gonna get it now!" She pulled him down to the carpet and stood over him. She pulled off her little blue burger uniform and threw it aside, then took off her little black sneakers and the sweaty gym socks she wore under them. She still just stood there, smirking, looking down on Henry with amused disgust on her face. She placed her foot on his neck and placed a little of her weight on it, then a little more, until he choked a bit, turned red faced, then she relented, and stuck her pointed foot down into his mouth. "Suck on it, Henry. Suck on my sweaty smelly foot. That's right. Use your tongue, Henry, yes, that's the way, get between the toes, you worm, suck the lint out from between my toes." She forced more of her foot into his mouth, until her forefoot was jammed all the way in to the back of his mouth. "Suck it, bitch, suck it hard!" she yelled again, then roughly pulled her foot from his mouth. She stood up on his chest with all of her weight, then she walked down his body to his cock, and kicked it. "Oh, you like that, don't you, worm!" She kicked it again, and this time it twitched, coming back to life. "Oooh, worm likes that! Henry must be hungry!" She knelt down over Henry's face with her knees on either side of his head. "O.K., hungry Henry, eat my ass out, eat it out of me, Henry." She placed her asshole on his mouth. "Henry wants to eat some more Henry-cum? Hum-m-m? Well, then, Henry can jerk off now while he eats Joy's ass, and if Henry is a real good boy then maybe Joy will let Henry eat some of her shit! Would Henry like that?" Henry moaned loudly, his tongue dug deeply into her ass. "Well alright, then, Henry, jerk that cock for me!" Henry pulled on his cock slowly, stretching and tearing at it deep from it's rooted base. "That's not jerking it Henry . . that's pulling at it like a little girl . . . are you a little girl . . . are you going to be my little Henrietta? That's it, worm, jerk it good now!" Joy now had almost all of her weight pushing down through her ass onto Henry's mouth, and Henry's tongue had pushed up into her asshole about an inch. He curled his tongue up into a little probe, and sent it into her as deeply as he could. He felt a little rock hard turd up there, and this sent him into a frenzied spasm of jerking. "Um-m-m, does Henry feel his little treat coming? Does Henry want his little treat now?" She could feel his jerking increase, and she looked around to see him jerking his cock so rapidly his hand had all but disappeared into a blur. "Oh, well, I guess he does! Well, every good boy deserves favor, huh, Henry? You ready for a little treat?" Joy lifted her body ever so slightly from his face, but not so far as to keep his searching tongue from her asshole. He still licked at it desperately. She focused on the need deep within her bowel, and forced it to move. "O.K., Henry, open wide, here it comes!" Henry probed with his tongue, felt her external anus swelling as the little turd made it's way down her chute. He kept his tongue over the hole itself as the little rock hard turd poked through her anus. "Open your mouth, Henry! Wide! Do it now!" The little bit of shit dropped from her anus into his waiting mouth. "Swallow it, Henry! Now!" She felt him forcing the turd down. "O.K., now Henry, here comes another one!" Henry moved his tongue to her anus again, probed inside with his tongue again, and was startled to feel a much bigger turd moving down toward his mouth, but he was now so excited he could think of nothing else than eating her shit. The swelling around her anus was now much more pronounced as the huge turd made it's way toward his waiting mouth. He tongued the rock hard boulder as it poked through into air, and he didn't need to be told twice to open wide, nor to swallow the turd as it dropped into his mouth. Joy ground her asshole on his face as she felt him swallowing. Drive Through Tales Ch. 01 "O-o-oh, Henry, you've made me so very proud! You're going to be my very own toilet! You want to be my toilet, don't you Henry-worm?" She heard a muffled "Oh, yes, please . . ." come out from between her thighs. "Well, then, toilet mouth, why don't we wash your meal down with a little lemonade, hum-m-m? And Henry, if you spill any pee on MY carpet, I'm going to cut your cock off with a kitchen knife. You know I'm not kidding, don't you, Henry? It's been hours since I pee'd, too, so I know it's going to really come out hard and fast. You really sure you wanna be my potty, Henry-worm?" "Oh God yes please please please . . ." Joy settled over Henry's waiting mouth; she could feel his hot breath as it coursed over her vagina in dread and anticipation. "You better jack it real hard for me now, Henry, and when I tell you to cum, you had better cum. Understand?" "Oh yes . . ." "Now open real wide, Henry, as wide as you can . . . here it comes, Henry, are you ready?" Henry was on the heightened plane of non-being that comes from crossing so many boundaries in one brief span of time; his previous self had dissolved into expectations of fulfilling Joy's new and extreme needs. What he had been was now immaterial . . . he was whatever she wanted him to be . . . this was his future. As Joy's bitter water cursed into his waiting mouth, as he swallowed wave after wave of Joy's deepest wants and desires, Henry lay under her and he drank her in as fast as he could. He never spilled a drop, of that you can be sure. And so it was that in this humble way, Henry finally found true Joy. And they lived happily ever after. Oh, and before I forget, she licked up all of the cum from his belly, and spit it into his piss fouled mouth. But you already knew that, didn't you? Drive Through Tales Ch. 02 Once upon a time - on a crisp, clear autumn afternoon - William P Snyder was driving home early from work; he wanted to surprise his wife by coming home earlier than usual and take her out to a movie. He thought in order to save time and make a matinee he'd stop off and grab some burgers to take home. So he pulled down his car's sun visor - where he kept coupons of all kinds in a little envelope he kept there for that purpose - and he found one that offered two for one cheeseburgers, fries, and sodas at his favorite burger stand. Snyder went to this stand at least once a week, often many more times during a week if his wife was away on one of her frequent out-of-town sales trips. It was, however, very early in the afternoon, much too early for the usual girls to be on duty. Snyder liked flirting with the girls at this stand because the owner obviously had a thing for sexy young women, and he liked to see them wearing pretty skimpy and girlish uniforms in front of his patrons. Very few women, as a consequence, were customers of Y Wanker Burger. It was amazing, however, how many middle-aged men ate their daily bread at the sign there that read "Cum on in and eat at the 'Y'." Will Snyder liked the burgers at Y Wanker Burger just fine, but he liked the girls that worked there much more. There was one black-haired vixen in particular that he fantasized about many a night driving home. Her name, at least according to the name-tag she wore on her lacy uniform top, was Monica, and she was always on the same shift with red haired Lisa, the other outrageously sexy and flirtatious girl who worked with her on the drive-thru window Monday through Friday nights. Snyder looked forward to seeing them, but he was sure it was too early for them to be working now. Which was why he was delightfully surprised to see Monica and Lisa walking along the sidewalk a few blocks from Y Wanker Burger. He pulled over and asked them if they needed a ride in to work, and he became even more surprised and happy when the said they'd love to. As black-haired Monica got in he noticed they weren't in uniform yet, and when Lisa got in he noticed immediately that she was wearing black fishnet stockings and some really sexy platform sandals. He tried not to stare. Monica had, however, seen him looking down at Lisa's stocking clad legs and she just giggled. "Actually," the black haired siren called, "we're off today, and were just headed home from the mall. Would you give us a lift home?" "My pleasure, ladies," Will Snyder said. "Just point the way." He introduced himself to the girls, and they admitted they recognized him as a regular customer. Will mentioned the two for one coupons he had, and about heading to the restaurant for dinner after he dropped them off. They all made small talk for the few more minutes it took to drive to their apartment. Soon they were pulling into the girl's apartment building's parking lot, and Monica asked if he'd like to come up for something to drink. Will looked at the dashboard clock and saw that he had plenty of time before he would normally get off from work, and hoping he might get lucky, he accepted the offer. Monica smiled sat that, and licked her lips. The girls led him upstairs to their apartment, and Lisa shut the door behind him as he entered, and locked it behind them. Monica went over to the television and flipped on a DVD; the screen filled with a young woman getting double fucked by two guys, only both guy's cocks were in the girl's asshole simultaneously. Lisa came out of the kitchen with some ice-filled glasses, some cola, and a bottle of 151 rum. Will was beginning to think he'd just won the lottery. "So, Willy, you like Lisa's legs, huh? You sure were staring at them real good, like maybe you wanted to lick them or something. So, Willy, do you want to lick them?" Lisa was pouring two rum and cokes while Monica laid this bombshell out there in the air, and Will looked over toward Lisa with an embarrassed grin on his face. "Yeah, I guess I wouldn't mind that at all," he said. "You guess?" Lisa said. "Come over here you little piece of shit," she said with a laugh. "Get over here and kiss my ass." She turned around and lifted her short little skirt, revealing her stocking tops and smooth bare ass. There wasn't an ounce of fat, Will saw, anywhere on the girl's body. She was pulling at him like a magnet. Will walked over to her and put his hands on Lisa's ass, which she slapped away viciously. "Did I tell you to touch my ass, shithead? No, I told you to kiss it. So," she slapped Will across the face, "get down on your fucking knees and kiss my ass." Will looked at her with uncertainty in his eyes. "Well girls," he said, "I guess I'll be going. Sure was nice to meet ya." "If that's what you want, Willy," Monica said, "that's your call. But this two for one coupon is good for today only, and won't ever come around again. Sure you wanna go?" William P Snyder looked at Monica with her beautiful black hair and voluptuous form, graced by the most attractive face he'd ever seen, and he knew he couldn't leave. He looked over at Lisa - she was rubbing her ass and moaning as she looked at him - and he felt his cock twitching in his boxer shorts. The sounds coming from the television, the two cocks thrashing in and out of the girl's ass, her wild wailing cries of ecstatic pain, only served to heighten his arousal. He was way past the point of no return, and he knew it was pointless to resist. Will walked over to Lisa and knelt before her butt, and kissed it. "No, shithead, not my cheeks, I said kiss my ass." She pulled her cheeks apart and bent at the waist a bit - exposing her little rosebud - and Will buried his face deep within her crack, then thrust his tongue into her hole. Will heard Monica leave the room as he worked his tongue in and out of Lisa's delicious asshole. He worked it over the surface and deep into the warm, tight hole, feeling his tongue fill up with the musty brown residue that coated her hole, and he took in the scent and the taste as it ran across his tongue and down his throat. He stroked his cock as he worked away on her asshole until he heard Monica return. "Whoa, Willy, not so fast down there, buddy. Not 'till I tell you to, O.K.? Now, I want you to stand up, but keep Lisa's little hole nice and wet like the good little shit licker you are, O.K.?" As he stood up, she smeared a big wad of petroleum jelly over his asshole. Will looked around wide-eyed and saw Monica standing there in black lingerie, garters and stockings, and teetering on top of some really seductive sky-high black leather pumps. She was rubbing some lube on a huge black dildo that was strapped to her waist by a very heavy black leather harness. She had a riding crop tucked under her left arm, and a twinkle in her eye as she looked at him. "Ever been fucked in the ass, Willy-boy, hum?" "Uh, no, and I don't think I want to, either." "Well, too bad, Willy," Lisa said mockingly, "cause you know what? See that girl in the video? Monica and I are going to take your little anal cherry today. And you're going to pay for it with your two for one coupon, too." "That's right, Willy-boy, you're going to get the daily double! We're going to nail you with two cocks at the same time! Bet you're gonna love it, too, Willy-boy!" Will moved to stand up, and as he did he heard a whooshing sound as Monica's riding crop arced through the air and made solid contact with the right side of his thigh. He turned around angrily toward Monica, and as soon as he did he sensed a leather hood being pulled down over his face. He tried to resist, and as soon as he did he felt a really intense pain on the tip of his cock. "Now Willy, don't make this hard - well, not too hard - O.K., cause we don't want to hurt you too bad. But on the other hand, Lisa, it might be fun to cut off his balls and stuff 'em in his mouth. What do you say?" "Yeah, cool, but wait till after we fuck him, O.K.? I want to see him squirm first." Will felt straps being tightened on the back of the leather hood, and it was getting a little hard to breathe. "On your knees, Willy-boy!" he heard. This was followed by another whoosh-whack as the riding crop slammed into groin. Will dropped to his knees involuntarily as the pain of the whip tore into his consciousness. He felt his upper body being pushed down so that, with his knees still on the ground, his asshole was pointing up toward the ceiling. Something cool was rubbing over the outside of his asshole, smearing through the lube massed there, then he felt something incredibly hard and unyielding pushing it's way slowly into his anus. If he had been expecting someone caring and gentle, he was in for a disappointment, because he felt the hard rod moving slowly but inexorably down his chute until Monica's groin came to a rest against his butt. She didn't move to withdraw the cock, either; she just kept it there, rooted deeply in his bowels. The searing pain was inconceivably overwhelming, and, as Will tried to gasp out his shock, he felt the whip slapping into the side of his thigh again. His body went rigid in shock and pain and his arm straightened out - raising his head - then he felt a zipper in the hood opening over his mouth. He tried to scream but as his mouth opened he felt another rubbery smelling thing enter his consciousness, and then, as it entered his mouth he was instantly aware that a huge latex cock was being forced down his throat. He tried to move his hands but felt they had been restrained. Hands grabbed his hair on either side of his head, and he felt the acrid cock in his mouth begin to slide in and out, a little deeper with each thrust. "Relax your throat, Willy-boy, and swallow as the cock hits the back, or you'll choke and vomit. And guess what, Willy, if you do you're probably going to - well - it might not be too fun." Monica started to thrust the latex cock lodged in his ass in and out viciously - and whipping his thigh as she did so. Lisa's hard rubber cock was pile-driving in and out of his mouth, causing him to gag each time it hit the back of his throat. This was, William P Snyder thought, pure unadulterated Hell. So why was he, all of a sudden, enjoying it so much?!? He felt his cock swelling, anticipating each thrust by the cocks in his mouth and ass with a little twitch and swell of his own. His hands were still restrained and on the floor under him, and he couldn't even touch his cock, but soon he felt that familiar build up growing between his legs, and without any help on his part - or from the girls working him over - he felt cum building up and erupt in little involuntarily spasms from his cock. With each thrust of Monica's latex cock he felt another twitch and spasm as his cock spat another wad of cum out onto the floor. And their assault didn't relent. Monica drove her cock into his bowels over and over until the sensation built into a blinding blur of pleasure-pain that cut deeply into his consciousness with knife-like precision. He felt his involuntary cumming continue - not as physical eruptions - but as a continuous neurological cascade of kaleidoscoping impulses that racked his mind and body. Lisa's mouth-fucking had not relented either, but he no longer gagged. The black latex cock slid deeply into and down his throat with intensity equal to Monica's, and his jaw dropped to accommodate it on its wild thrusting plunges. His mouth burned from the rubber taste, but the sensation of the cock sliding in and out was hypnotic. He felt himself wishing the cock was real, that it would flood his mouth with cum. Then both cocks pulled out abruptly, and he felt like he was floating free in space. Then his body was being guided over one of the girl's, who was now laying on the floor. He was being positioned over one of the cocks, then pushed down onto it. It must have been Lisa's, he thought, because it felt bigger than the one Monica had been using. He felt her thrusting up, driving her cock in deeply. It was begining to feel good, he thought. Very good. Then he felt another cock, presumably Monica's, pushing it's way in his ass. At first, Lisa's cock had slowed a bit as the second cock pushed it's way in through the wads of lube massed on his asshole, and then a blinding, searing pain had over come him, and he felt himself losing consciousness. The world seemed to turn into a buzzing white landscape of nothingness . . . . . . until his world was centered on the bifurcating motion of the two cocks driving in and out of his asshole. Will was completely unaware of any other sensation than the cocks as they fucked him. He could feel one cock sliding over the other, both stretching his ass wider and wider as they piled deeper and deeper, until . . . . . . he felt himself returning to the buzzing white void . . . . . . and then he would feel the world return to him for a moment, feel the world of driving pain, then the feeling of dissolving into white immateriality would return, and . . . . . . the cycle would begin again. He was dimly aware that he was cumming again, cumming on the belly under his, and he was awash in the pleasure pain of his orgasm. Then he drifted off again . . . xx ; xy When Will Snyder came to he felt cold tile on his back, and he opened his eyes. He no longer saw only the inside of the leather mask; now he saw the blinding glare of bright bathroom lights, then the presence of Monica above him. She was sitting on the countertop by a bathroom sink, her stockinged high-heel swinging in dizzy little arcs above his face. "You with us, Willy-boy? Thought we might have lost you there for a minute." He tried to speak, but couldn't. He felt with his tongue that he was gagged by something that felt like a ping-pong ball. "If you want to say something, Willy, you're going to have to promise to be a good boy. No yelling out, no screaming. If you do, well . . ." She held up a long bladed kitchen knife and pantomimed cutting his balls off. "If you understand, nod your head." He nodded that he understood. Lisa moved into view and unstrapped the ball-gag. "Please try to scream, would you, Willy. Please!" said Lisa. "Now, now, Lisa, don't tease the boy-toy. Willy, let me tell you the score. You've been out for a couple of hours. Your car has been moved over to the mall, and there's a letter on the dash that says you've decided to leave your wife, leave the country, and good bye. No explanation, and you can be sure the only fingerprints on it are yours. You are going to stay with Lisa and me for a year, and after a year, if you've been a good boy, we'll let you go. We've done this three times now, Willy, over three years, and not one boy-toy has left us. As a matter of fact, they beg us to keep them after their year is up. "So, here's the deal. Will, you stay with us, we use you, we use you any way we want to. After a year, you leave. You've already learned how we're going to use you, but that was just the tip of the iceberg, I can assure you." "What if I want to leave?" Monica held up the knife, made a little cutting motion. "You can, Willy-boy. But you'll never father another child. And, you'll make Lisa very, very happy!" "Please, Willy, please say you'll leave," Lisa said. "Now, now, Lisa," Monica said. "What do I have to do?" Will said. "Anything we say," Monica said. "Anything." "If I say yes, then what?" "Then you'll prove your love to us over time. The more you love us, the more we trust you, the more freedom you'll enjoy. You'll sleep chained and gagged in a closet until we're comfortable with you sleeping in the same room with us. You'll eat our shit and drink our piss until you've earned the right to eat real food again. When we're around, we'll use you anyway we want to . . . you'll be our sex toy. I really love cum, I mean really-really love to eat cum, so you'll be giving me all you can, anytime I want. We have girlfriends - like us - whom you will entertain when we tell you to. You may even serve some of our boyfriends from time to time. Would you like that, Willy-boy?" "Oh, come on, Monica, you saw all that yummy-cummy he shot on your tummy. Of course he'll like it!" Lisa said. "So, what do ya say, Will? Gonna stay and make Monica happy, or leave, and make me happy?" She made a little cutting motion in the air. "I'll stay," William P Snyder said. "No, no, Willy-boy. That'll never do. You're going to have to ask us nicely to stay, and you're going to have to promise to be our boy-toy." "Lisa? Monica? May I please stay here with you and be your slave?" "No, no, Willy-boy. Not a slave. Just our boy-toy." "Lisa? Monica? May I please stay here with you and be your boy-toy?" "Yes, of course you can, Willy-boy. Now, open your mouth real wide . . ." Lisa and Monica stood over William P Snyder, naked except for their lingerie, and they squatted a little over his face, then pulled the lips of their vaginas apart. The beaten little man opened his mouth, and closed his eyes as their pee streamed into his mouth. "Tell us when you get hungry, Willy- boy," Monica said as she walked away. Lisa put the gag back in his mouth, and checked to make sure his wrists and ankles were securely shackled. "Oh, well," Lisa said, "maybe next time . . ." She walked after Monica, looking forward to fisting her cunt and eating her ass out all night long. 'Ah,' she thought, 'life is so sweet.'