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Just One Hour Ch. 01

By: FINC



Debbie is my 20 something sister. She is as described, ultra thin, big tits (for such a small frame) long legs and a pouting arrogant mouth. I didn't make enough reference to who she was and how she acted in the story and that's a shame. So I'm doing it now.

She's a grade one cock teaser; no boyfriend doesn't need one but likes to dangle men on her finger. Like puppets I guess. Most guys I know hate her but at the same time would love to bang her brains out. And she knows it that's one of the frustrations with her.

Her condescending tone of voice and bitchy attitude has got her into scrapes before, but she would never admit it was anything she did wrong; she's perfect after all.

Every time I meet her and she acts all flirty and oh so coy and superior I just smile and know that some one some where is reading this story about the bitch and no doubt having a great time jerking off to it. 

Thanks Debbie, it's so nice a man hater like you can give so much pleasure to so many.

She is very slim and I can imagine her at the point of exhaustion being used like a rag doll, long legs glistening her holes pounded over and over as the two men teach her a lesson about who is really in control and what you get for been a ultra bitch.(I think she secretly love that)

 Debbie had blown out her third guy that night just before she decided to leave the club. He'd looked at her incredulous. He'd been polite charming even, and he'd was sure he was in here. But the long haired brunette had suddenly turned cold, in fact down right rude. He felt himself visibly shrink at her sarcastic put downs and it was only after she'd sauntered out of the bar did he wish he'd thrown his drink over her.

Debs adjusted her heels as she stood in the city street. She balanced on one teetering leg as she raised the other, hand holding her shin the heel up touching her butt. She adjusted the straps bending her waist over in her blue figure hugging dress; her cleavage exposed by the open plunging neck line.

There was a voice hailing her and she looked up to see a white cab pulling up. It was nearly 1 am and she sprang like a tiger to reach the car. She opened the door triumphantly as two other revellers sighed with frustration. They'd been waiting ages for a lift and some little tart just walks straight out into one.

"Tough!" Debbie thought to herself almost reading their minds, the frustrated expressions on their faces so explanatory. 

The driver, a mid aged Asian man just nodded to her in welcome then nodded again as she told him her address. Debbie sat back her dress riding up, her long legs crossed. She could see the driver glancing in the mirror. She wriggled her butt on the seat her waif body stretching and yawing, her legs crossing and uncrossing flashing her white knickers.

She knew how much the fare should be, and reckoned she could get it for half. She would just be sooo sweet and innocent, confused even. The men all went ga-ga for that. 

"Oh poor little me," she joked secretly to herself. "Little girl lost in the big bad city." 

This man was staring more than usual and she thought maybe he'd not charge her at all.

She looked out of the window and frowned. This was the wrong part of town!

"Hey excuse me you're going the wrong way."

The man shook his head pointing saying this was the address. Debbie raised her voice to a high and mighty tone.

"I don't think it is! What kind of taxi driv..." 

It was at this point she realized he might not be a taxi driver at all; just as his car dropped down a ramp into a dark under house garage. 

Debbie shouted, anger turning to fear.

"What the... How dare you. I'll ohhhh!" The man pulled her out of the back seat pushing her towards a cellar door.

"Get down there you white slut." He snarled, his hands on her arms gripping her tightly.

Debbie stumbled in her heels, her waxed legs shinning in the almost pitch black. She struggled unable to see anything as he gagged her with a rag, both wrestling bodies panting in the darkness. She was unable to stop him binding her wrists and yelped as she felt herself pulled up by a rope so she stood stretched; her feet on tip toe the ceiling pulley creaking with rust.

Finally he turned on the light and she wriggled, her eyes blinking in the illuminated brick cell. She hadn't really caught a good look at him as he'd been facing away from her virtually all the time since she'd met him. And now she definitely couldn't.

The dark skinned man was wearing a rubber fetish mask his shirt stripped showing his hairy fat stomach.

Debbie was moaning her eyes wide in horror. Around the room were racks and shelves with bizarre equipment on. The man came close to her putting his fingers to his zipper lips. He unblocked her mouth putting a finger over her own young lips as he spoke.

"Just one hour that's all I want, and then if you're good you can go."

She yelled and he shook his head.

"No one will hear you, and if they did no one comes to anybody's aid in this part of town."

She tried to pull her arms free but just grunted with pointless effort. 

"What do you want?" She asked knowing already what his answer would be. But even then she gave a desperate wail as he explained so graphically. 

He'd smiled holding her cheeks in his hand. "What's your name?" 

She answered.

"Well Debbie, I'm going to do and make you do disgusting things. Then when I've finished I'm going to stick my cock up every hole you've got." 

Her face froze her voice a exasperated cough of disgust.

She began to plead and try to rationalize with him. "But why me, I've never done anything to..." The man stepped away leaving the gag out he wanted to hear her beg.

The driver replied as he searched. "Sometimes there isn't a reason. You may deserve it you might not. I only saw your very hot body bent double in the street and remember it was you who decided to jump in."

He picked up a little white kitchen timer setting it for 60 minutes, placing it on a self. "Shall we begin?"

T - Sixty minutes.

He started by ripping open the front of her dress. The soft blue fabric tore easily the noise sending a shiver down her back. She'd not worn any bra tonight and her excellent globe tits stood proud as always. Her brown firm nipples; so ideal for pressing out under her clothes to tease and torment were now goose pimpled. The cold air on her teats giving her a hair rising sensation.

He wasted no time in beginning to grope her, his fat thumbs pressing the nipple ends side ways then letting them spring back. 

"There're so lovely and firm. Umm. Uh yes! Is that good Debbie? Do you like your big tits squeezed hard?" Debbie was biting her lips trying to twist her waist to loosen his grip. His head lowered and she groaned as she realised she was going to suckle him.

He opened his mouth sucking one tit end then the other. Then he began to run his tongue between both nipples his palms squeezing her cleavage together so that he could almost get both of them in his mouth at the same time.

"Awww stop no please!" She moaned looking down at his dark unshaven face, his lips nipping her boobs, tongue lapping. He squeezed the flesh admiring the softness of her skin. He then produced two nipple clamps out of his pocket. 

Debbie had never seen...

Placing the suction cups over each nipple he sprang the latches down, her teats been held in a vice grip, the girl horrified.

"Oooooooaawwww! Oh! Oh God ugghh." 

The clamps had a hoop attached to them and the man took a half foot rod which he pushed through each, connecting them together rigidly. At the desired length he tightened the clamps so they now locked on the rod. Debbie's tits were now tugged together to give her an ultra-deep cleavage.

The clamps bit hard on her tits the devices locked on the rod about 4 inches apart so her bust pointed straight ahead like some silicone bitch. He continued to cup and squeeze, smiling, pulling the melons towards him as he examined. He moved back to pick up a cane, swinging it in menacing swipes.

Whooosh!

"No please no don't." She screamed the metal clamp rod rising and falling in turn with her heaving terrified bosom.

The man nodded. "Very well but you must be good. I want to taste your pussy and ass hole. And you better let me bitch or it's a caning first." 

Debbie nodded back, what choice had she? His hand stroked down her body to her knickers. He hooked his thumb inside dragging them over her knees, Debbie panting heavily. She could only whimper as he dropped to his knees his hands on the inside of her thighs pushing out. She struggled to touch the floor her toes pressing hard to reach as her legs parted exposing her dark bush.

He began to lick her slit his hands pushing her thighs out firmly and commandingly.

"Keep your legs spread you witch; ummmmmmm!"

The masked man spread her dark haired hole, the pink flesh revealed inside. Debbie gave a moan as she felt his tongue flick her opening. Then he began to suck her bud and probe as deep as he could as he made slurping noises.

"Oooh uuuhhhh." 

Debs groaned, his jaw pushing hard against her open pelvis. His hand pushed her thighs out wide and she looked down as she stood like a frog both long legs bent at the knees on tip toe allowing him room for access. The dirty bastard had his tongue deep inside her now. She could feel it like a snake darting around. His fingers had her flesh spread and his filthy deliberate noises only added to the humiliation.

He went further down under her, running his tongue on the soft tender flesh between her pussy and her anus, his licking finally caressing her rear hole. She could see his eyes wide looking up at her, his nose almost buried in her pussy as he tastes her ass. He was kissing her anus gently his expression ecstatic.

"Oooooooo oh, ohh ugggggg!" She wriggled the pulley creaking as it held her body taut.

His fingers pushed into her slit, then pressed on her ass hole. He began to jab two fingers into her pussy as he continued to make her spread wide. She grunted at the thrusts, biting her lip, closing her eyes, wishing it was all just a dream.

"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh! Oh god, oh god!"

He also grunted, but in satisfaction his eager fingers bending inside her, pressing her walls.

"Um, um yes, yes, yessssss!"

He looked up at her taking pleasure from her shocked expression. Her teeth gritted as he stabbed home. Moving away he searched on the shelf finding a strange object. It was white with a long bent rod the end a bulge of ribbed rubber.

"What's that?" Debbie asked nervously.

The masked man positioned the tip as her pussy his fingers spreading her labia.

"It's a love wand honey. It'll get deep up inside you and vibrate just at the right spots."

"No it's too long." She squealed the thing looking like surgical device.

"Quite bitch!" He snapped. "It has to be long to get all the way up."

With that he began to slowly ease the thin rod into her. She gave a whimper feeling the rigid plastic stick stiff and deep inside. He turned it on and the buried head began to vibrate.

"Uhhhhhh uh oh oh, oh ooooohhhhhh!" She moaned the sensations electric, her G-spot been pleasured. 

"Ssstop pppleeeaseeee!" She shuddered; the wand was been twisted and rammed home. "Ugggggg shiiit ah, ah, ah!"

He began to bend it inside her. The wand itself was a crooked shape designed to reach were no cock could, and slowly she felt her canal explored and stretched.

The man was enjoying the view. The white stick was ten inches long and virtually only his gripping hand remained visible. Her beautiful dark eyes were vivid with revulsion the humming tip making her pupils widen as he found the ideal pressure spot.

"Ooooooooo! Awwwwwwwwwwww!" 

Her legs were weakening her knees turning in, as she took most of her weight on her stretched arms. The wand was buzzing in places she never knew she had. He admired her tight pussy lips gripping the thin shaft, her face red with embarrassment and sensation.

"Ohh uggg unnnnnnnnnnn, God uh, uh. Awwwwwwwww stop!" 

Her tits ached, the clamps and rod heavy. Her cervix and G-spot were taking the pressure from the vibrating head making her teeth chatter.

"Nnnnnnnnnnn! Oh oooohhhh shit agggg stop, stop uhhh!"

He retracted the wand bringing in to the last few inches of pussy where he knew her clitoral nerves would be. "Your ass is so cute," he said as she bucked unintentionally. "Tell me do you let anyone up there?"

Debbie began to pant heavily the fear evident.

"No I didn't think so. Ok this might be a struggle."

She tried to pull her arms free as he moved behind her the buzzing tip on her fleshy butt cheeks. She felt her butt been spread by his fingers. The humming head pressed on her anus sent a shiver up her spine. He pushed harder the end nudging her hole.

"Ooh god no uggh stop, stop." The terror filled her; the idea of that thing ten inches in was too much.

"No, no stop we can make a deal, sure, sure, just don't do anything to hurt me."

He looked back at his timer; nearly ten minutes gone, he still had a lot to do.

With a relieved sigh from Debbie he turned the wand off. He stroked her cheeks admiring the perfect white flesh her curved rear and hips sweating lucky to have escaped the examination. Standing up he pressed into her back his hands curling round to cup her clamped tits.

"Do you think you could take a cock up your rear? No? Well not yet anyway." 

He lifted another strange object close to her face the tip almost touching her cute upturned nose.

He had a black butt plug in his hand. The thing was made of rubber shaped like a cone. It was 3 inches wide at its greatest width, narrowing to almost nothing then back out to a wide coned base. Like the shape of a spade on playing cards. He moved down her back, the plug greased and large.

"Oh God no don't put that uh, ugggg oh, ohhh, oooh arggggg!!" Pop!

With one continuous pressure her rectal muscles struggled then parted. She howled as the 3 inch width spread her anus, her sphincter clamping down around the narrow base once it was mercifully inside. She felt like she had a huge dump ready to drop, her body trying to push it out, her anus refusing to part again to let it. 

"Awwww no please uhhh it's too uh much." She pleaded her body arching in discomfort.

He ran his finger along her arse crack over the exposed rubber end smiling.

"You'll get use to it." He reassured her.

Debs was struggling to stand the plug painful in her ass. She wriggled putting her weight on one heeled foot then the other all the while her arms tied above her head. The man began to unwind the pulley Debbie taking a more comfortable spread legged stance. Her arms was tired and felt numb as she brought her bound wrists down to her chest height. Around the room were pieces of furniture. Apart from the shelves there was a high backed chair and a single metal framed bed. The man held her waist from behind as she shuddered.

"Now Debbie you promised to be a good girl, well this is what I want you to do."

Debbie blushed as he explained. She'd only ever done that once before, and then she was very drunk. She felt the big plug in her ass, it seemed to be getting more uncomfortable her gut aching. Her tits were hurting the nipples going numb.

"Oh please, get these things off me," she moaned her body bending her hips full, legs wide and long.

The man was now sitting on the chair his pants off his legs open.

"The quicker you get started, the quicker I might consider it." He suggested as he held his half aroused cock, the fat scrotum and oily cock skin dark and unwashed.

The rope was still around her hands but loose now and she gingerly knelt between his legs. He looked down at her; rod bound cleavage deep and inviting her hips curling out. He couldn't see the plug but he knew it was still in place the expression in her eyes telling him it was feeling hot and intrusive. He pulled her head forward his cock now almost erect. To his surprise he didn't have to struggle with her, Debbie obediently opening her proud mouth and swallowing him.

"Ugghhhhhhh," he grunted, her lips sliding along his foreskin pushing it back so his purple cock head could touch her gums and teeth.

"Mmmmmmhhhh!"

She wasn't taking enough! In fact she was been too submissive. He grabbed her hair holding it in a ball at the back of her head. He tugged her onto him his cock sliding deeper. She gargled, and whined her lashes springing open her eyes worried.

"Ugggg, uuggg, ugggggg!"

She choked as he pulled her head with both hands. His cock was going deeper but not deep enough. "Swallow, swallow!" he ordered. She coughed and spluttered. The man pinched her nose and she began to struggle for breath. She was revolted giving oral so disgusting to her.

"Suck harder bitch, show me you mean it!" She momentarily pulled free the cock springing out of her mouth spittle spattering her cute nose with saliva. "Uhhh!"

He stood allowing his pelvis to thrust out, making sure she would now have to service his full length. Debbie only had time to catch her breath before he pushed his wet saggy skinned cock back into her arrogant mouth. This time he held her tighter pulling her head further and further onto his horizontal member.

"Ug, ug good, good, ugggh yess." 

He was feeling her tongue pushing back trying to stop his advance." That's it choke on it, choke and my dirty cock!"

Her cheeks bulged as she tried to accommodate all his length the saliva dripping from her lips and chin. "Mggghhh!" She again broke free for an instant coughing and retching. 

"Oh God, oh God!" She exclaimed the cock touching her tonsils that time.

The man grinned but didn't force back in. He pushed her shoulders back so she knelt up straight her clamped tits pointing forward. Bent down she had eased the pressure on her nipples; now the rod and clamps pulled her teats, the gravity trying to take them to the floor.

"Spit onto your tits!" He snapped. She looked confused. "Down between your cleavage; do it!"

She spat with difficulty the fluid running between her bosoms to the clenched valley. He too spat and she gave a disgusted grunt feeling the warm lubricant pepper her skin.

He spread his legs curling his cock under the tit bar pushing it between her melons. She felt her breasts prized apart the cock tip appearing up like an animal out of its nest sniffing just below her neck. 

He began to thrust slowly back and forth the saliva making his clenched tit fuck easier and more comfortable. Debbie could only stare down then around what could she do? Her hands were useless tied at her lap, the man didn't even need to push her tits together the clamp and rod making sure his fleshy wank tunnel was already as tight as possible.

He groaned and grunted slowly increasing speed. As he tit fucked her he taunted. "I'm gonna come bitch all over your pretty neck. Yes I bet you'd like that uggh!" 

He cupped her sore boobs and she moaned.

"Ah, ah, look down at it, look at it," he said talking about his dirty cock. "Soon it'll be up your pussy!"

He began to thrust faster. He seemed to be talking to himself," that's it, uh that's it come on, lets go uhh, uhhh yes, yes." 

Debbie was panting heavily adding to his massage. She tried to pull back and he almost affectionately held her in the small of her back keeping her upright.

"Nearly there Debbie, uggh, uggh oohh."

His cock now slapped up and down between her bust, the spittle long dried or rubbed away; sweat and his own pre-come was now doing the lubricating. 

"Nearly there, after this there's something I've always wanted to do to a skinny chick like you." Debbie looked up at him an anxious captive. At that second he began to climax her innocent unknowing expression too much.


Just One Hour Ch. 01



"Ooh uuggghh yes, yes that's it baby, uuggghh fuckkkk!"

He gasped his tip pumping franticly. The come splattered her neck, over her mounds some even hitting under her chin. The more runny content trailed in rivulets between her tits seeping down onto her tummy. Debbie adding to his enjoyment with a school girl like yelp of embarrassment.

He pulled from her, the cleavage hole he was exiting filling with white filth. She was able to relax and pushed her hands to the floor breathing heavily almost hyper ventilating. 

His timer told him he had 40 minutes left and he knew he could only rest for a few panting seconds. Within seconds he was refocused.

Debbie yelped as he roughly dragged her to the old mattresses bed. She was flung back onto it, her arms tied above her to the metal bed post. He unclipped the nipple clamps each coming away with a relived sigh from the lithe bitch. He had his mobile in his hand and he made a call. He was talking to some one, boasting about his captive. Debbie screamed trying to call out to the person on the phone. The masked man just nodded as he talked.

"Yeah, yeah ha you know I will, yeah sure ok!"

He looked at Debbie and put the phone to her ear.

"Hello said the voice." It was strong and deep." What's your name honey?" The pinned girl just moaned. The voice repeated the question more angrily this time.

"D... D... Debbie," she stuttered.

The voice continued. "Nice to meet you Debbie; I coming over real soon and I hope you've been a good girl?" 

Debs could only groan in despair, her chest rising and falling; her legs crossed trying to hide her dark pussy. The phone voice continued.

"Let me tell you what he's going to do while you're both waiting for me."

The masked man smiled enjoying the expression on Debbie's face, the phone man was been so clinical and direct on the other end of the line. The colour washed from her face, her eyes popping from their sockets in revulsion.

"Oh my God... Noooooooo!"

Twenty minutes had gone.

The brunette chick lay hands above her, tied to the metal bed board totally naked. She was shaking her head, begging over and over. The masked man also now completely naked had yet another device in his hands. The thing was like a black sausage one end having a long 6 foot rubber tube dangling from it. Attached to that far end was a small compressed air canister. She already knew what was going to happen, the phone man had explained and she shouted and cried out for help.

"Please this is right you can't!"

The man climbed onto the bed gripping her under her knees pushing her legs wide. She clamped them shut again so he had to wedge his body between her thighs. Debs felt the thick rubber sausage been pushed into her. He'd greased the thing and with his stubby fingers forcing, it was soon buried deep inside her pussy. She looked down with horror the black rubber pipe snaking out of her slit.

"No, you don't have to do this, please I'll be good." She begged as he twisted the screw on the top of the canister. It was the type of air cylinder a diver may use to fill his life jacket. 

With a hiss of pressuried air the black rubber sausage inside her began to inflate! 

"Oooh God oooohhh!" Her muscles pushed back the sausage widening, turning into a ball.

"Awwwwwwwwww no, no, uggggggghhh!"

The continuous stream of air had no where to escape and the rubber ball shortened but began gaining in diameter.

"No too much uuggghh that's big enough!" She squealed feeling her flesh still yielding. Her tight young pussy muscles gripped the tube not allowing the ball exit and she thought she could see her pelvis swelling.

"Uuggghh this can't be happening!"

The sinister voice on the phone had explained what would happen. Once the man was satisfied the balloon was big enough, Debbie then had to deliver it still inflated onto the mattress. The masked fucker would help pull it from her, but she'd have to push real hard to get it over with quicker. 

She was almost hysterical now her wrist sore from twisting the anal plug almost irrelevant compared to the monster growing inside her pussy's canal. She couldn't tell but it felt enormous probably 5 inches wide. The man realizing her body wouldn't stretch anymore stopped the valve. 

Debbie had always been slim. Her size shifted from waif to almost anorexic from time to time, only her tits seeming to remain full and some what too large for her other portions. Her hips were shapely and curved but in proportion to her small frame and she now had to lay with her legs forced out in a birthing position unable to close at all, her pussy canal too full.

The man removed her heels caressing her raised calves stroking her painted toes. He was in no rush to start, enjoying the position she was in, open and dominated ready to begin and unable to stop him. Her pelvis was raised and he could see her butt plug appearing to be ready to bust from her, the pressure inside her body encouraging her ass to squeeze. 

When he began to pull he knew all her muscles would tense and maybe she'd even shit the plug out at the same time. He'd like to see that.

The rubber pipe was strong and he was confident it wouldn't snap. He pulled it taut, his biceps showing, Debbie her mouth open in horror. He then began to tug with purpose.

"Ooooohhh uhhhhhhh no, no, no oohhhhhhhh!" 

It hadn't moved. She'd felt it pulled against her cunt lips, parting the slightest fraction, but the strong flesh was resolute. He pulled again.

"Awwww shit, shit awwwwwww! S... S... Stop uuggghh oh no, oh no uhhhhh!"

The sweat was showing on her tits the red nipples fat and sore. Her skinny frame showed the bone underneath as she tensed, her neck muscles straining.

"Awwwwwww, awwwww Ooooooooooo!!!"

It had widened her a little more. The man could see the first sign of the black rubber; her pussy was a pink oval maybe half an inch wide the lips drawn back her clit pushed up.

"It's too big! Aww shit your hurting. Awe no, no stoppppp!"

He turned a valve half way down the tube and she felt herself pushing the air from the ball with a gentle hiss. But not for too long, only the slightest reduction in size. He began to pull again.

"Push bitch, breath, breath, that's it uhh push!"

His hand was pulling with all his might the ball now maybe four inches wide. Her lips were stretching wider the thing visible her painful moans accompanying each long tug. The ball was solid but not rigid; it would yield a little the rubber malleable enough to squeeze the air inside. He knew it would come out; it was just a question of what gave first the ball or her fully stretched pussy.

Awwww you're splitting me ooooohhh!" He tugged harder. 

"Then push it you slut lets see you force the big fucking thing out!"

She arched her back her legs still up knees back towards her chest. The butt plug was also trying to escape the massive girth opening her anus. He gave another painful tug and she went for it her body clenched forcing the thing.

Her mind raced thought desperate hoping the ball would give a little. "Oh please, please oohh fuck please!" It did.

"Aaaawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwggggggghhhhhh! Plop!"

The rubber gave way her cunt seizing the opportunity to spit the wet black thing onto the bed. Her lips closed but now not as tightly the inside flesh still visible glistening. At the same time her ass had squealed in pain the butt almost leaving but the size was just too much, the thing been sucked back in the instant her pelvis relaxed.

"Ugg, ugg oh, oh hnnnnnn sob, sob!"

The man still wasn't able to get an erection, and his acquaintance hadn't arrived yet. He rolled her onto her front getting her to kneel and put her head down. She groaned as this spread her butt cheeks putting added pressure on the plug.

He stroked her ass pressing on the plugs base as he whispered to her. 

"When he arrives there isn't going to be any fucking him around, do you know that?" 

Deb was silent her eyes tight shut as he gave her a warning. "So you better start behaving." Debbie remained tight lipped.

The base of the plug had a strong leather hoop and the Asian placed his forefinger through it.

He pulled and Debbie screamed.

Debbie had been with the man in the cellar for just under thirty minutes. She thought back to the young guys she'd blown out that night. How she wished she was with one of them now. This man had been methodical in his humiliation. Her firm tits had been cruelly handled, clamped and wanked between. Her mouth had been choked full of his dirty cock and... Oh god she couldn't even bring herself to remember. Her pussy had been fucked with a love toy and then she was inflated wider than she could believe and forced to deliver a dirty big rubber ball.

Now she screamed again from this new indignity, her face down on the mattress her thin arms clenching the metal bed stand. She was waiting for some fucking pervert to turn up to do God knows to her, while another one passed the time trying to pull the massive butt plug from her sore ass. She gritted her teeth giving a long wine.

"Aaaawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!" Plop! 

He'd managed to pull it out, her sphincter burning with the effort. The relief was evident in her gasps,"ohh thank God!" Then she looked back her eyes a blaze.

"You bastard!" She moaned seeing the big black monster in his hand, amazed it had ever gone in. Her anus was still slightly gaping, the muscles taking some time to stretch back into place. The man could see a slight black hole ringed by red flesh.

"Ooohhhhhhhhh!"

She gave a surprise squeal his face buried into her crack his tongue inside her anus. 

"Ahh ugghh ooohhh!" She could feel his tounge muscle licking her rim and she buried her head in revulsion.

"Uhhhhhhhhhh!" 

His hands kneaded her plump butt and he slurped disgustingly his finger clenching her flesh too hard. 

"Awwwww!"

There was a noise at the foot of the stairs. The other man had arrived! He was tall and black, dress in a leather trench coat. Mid aged, he was heavy framed, some could say fat. Though I doubt you'd say it to his face. He had a look of menace, street criminal about him. His eyes glowed with delight seeing young Debbie tied doggie looking over her shoulder back at him.

The masked man turned to him also. "Your face man! He shouted. 

The black thug approached the terrified girl. "I don't need a fucking mask. No one ID's me if they know what's good for them." 

He crouched down beside Debbie and gripped her face making her pout.

"My friend here knows where you live remember. You told him." 

Debbie grunted realizing she had. 

"Well any cops come knocking on my door and I've got a posse of black gang bangers just ready to pay you and anyone else there a visit. Do you get my drift babe?"

Debbie nodded beginning to sob again. "Good," he added." Just call me Boss."

The masked hairy Asian spoke again, hurrying the man.

"We've only got 30 minutes left!"

The Boss began to strip cussing; "you and your fucking kitchen timer." 

The big man continued to look down at her while he removed his clothes, his bare deep black chest portly his fore arms massive. He admired her bronzed sweated skin, fantastic hard tits and ultra slender catwalk legs, her brunette mane down her back, eyes looking terrified and out of her depth.

"Well half an hour is enough to give you the eye popping fuck of your life honey."

Debbie could only gawp stupidly as his fat thighs as he kicked off his pants.

"You see I just like to fuck, hot and hard. Where as my friend here, well you already know the stuff he's into. I love banging little mummy's girls like you. Be sure to squeal for me, you long legged tart." 

The masked man was back looking on his shelves. The Boss was down to his briefs, tucking a thumb in either side he stepped out of them his semi hard cock looking fierce, the bulbous head dark purple.

Looking at his rummaging friend he smirked." I'm sure he's got some more surprises for you while we get it on."

He untied her hands letting her knell up.

"Please don't hurt me." She said nervously her chest heaving. He gripped her hair tugging it back forcing her head up mouth open. 

"Listen bitch, we're gonna do what the fuck we like, and you're gonna lets us right?" He pulled her hand up to his cock. "Start jerking me baby, real well"

Debbie had his black cock in her hand, and she began to wank slowly the foreskin springing back making him grunt as it scraped his tender head. 

"Uh, uh, uh yeah, yeah!" 

She looked up at him her pretty eyes welling. The Boss grinned seeing what the other perv was up to behind her. She tried to look over her shoulder to see the masked man.

"Keep on me baby, you'll find out soon enough." He growled, his cock now solid and eager. "Press the eye with your finger." He ordered, and Debbie nail tip stroked the seeping hole. "Uhhh yeahhhhh!"

He nodded to his unseen masked friend and then pushed her down back into doggie on the bed. 

"Hold still, you little bitch." 

Debbie shrieked. 

The masked man had a big glass syringe about a foot long with a plunger on it. The tip was a big bore greased nozzle which he had forced into her upturned ass unannounced. Debbie bucked forward but strong hands pinned her steady.

She felt her anus filling with water! The fat syringe must have been able to hold about a pint and a half, and as he pressed the plunger it flooded up inside her.

"Oooooooooo, shit oooooohhhhh!" 

She squealed like a pig her hands instinctively reaching back to her butt. 

"No uggh oh, oh, ohhh god It's uggghhhh!"

The men knew what she meant. The water was temperate but sent shivers deep inside her. Like her pussy before she felt her inside swell, this time the penetration far deeper into her gut. 

"Uuggghh, that's disgusting!"

Once the plunger reached the end he slowly removed the nozzle head. Her weakened anal muscles closed again temporally sealing the big fluid deposit up inside her. She felt like she would shit the watery load as soon as she made any movement. The Asian pressed her dribbling anus lightly and she moaned embarrassingly.

" Oooh no, no uuhhh God ah, I c... c... can't keep it inside!"

The masked man giggled. "We'll try Debs; otherwise you're going to have a dirty accident all over yourself." 

Her own long finger touched near her crack, her cheeks already wet a slight trickle running to her pussy. "Uuuhhhhhhh! How embarrassing." She thought.

The Boss eased the girl onto her back, as she trembled expecting her ass to let loose any second. Debbie winced as she felt the fluid gurgle inside her. He was climbing onto her, his big hand squeezing her tits, his other hand guiding his cock towards her black haired pussy. 

"That's it bitch open up for me."

Debbie protested and wriggled but only half heartedly. She knew there was no way of getting out of a real hard fucking. She felt the hungry tip at her haven, the water dribbling from her tired ass hole. It was just after the half hour. 

"Ohhhhh shit." She groaned.

Thirty one minutes had gone.

Debbie was hardly ever fucked. Sure she was hot, but that was a far as it normally went. Men were easily manipulated; a bit of cleavage, slightly too much thigh etc. She found actual sex a bit crap, in fact the type of boy she ever let near her was normally the weak willed puppy dog type. Hardly the kind to set your bed sheets on fire, but you could keep them in their place, and that's what she liked. However this situation was very different.

Once again she felt herself having to lay in a squatting frog position her legs out wide to allow the intruders big strong waist between them. His fat belly was rubbing up her sweating flat tummy, his rough nipple touching her larger tender teats as he went. He'd untied her and he didn't care if she fought back. She realized he could easily crush her with his strong arms. Her nails didn't scratch, instead just scraped down his flanks reaching his huge car boot size butt. 

He pushed forward with his pelvis his black invader opening her well exercised pussy lips.

His cock was an inch inside her and rising. She could see the delight in his eyes. Hers in turn widened as his adequate tool filled her. His hand hooked under the small of her back making her thrust her chin and tits up. Debbie instinctively gave a long gasp.

"Aaaahhhhhhh!"

He jerked his hips thrusting deep. "Aaaahh, ahhh, ahh" Debs gritted her teeth, 

"Oh shit he was hard!" Debbie a little surprise with her minds train of though at such a horrendous moment.

His cock pressed deeper inside her, onto her struggling anal muscles. She widened her eyes even more. "Oooh, ooohh!" She felt her ass give a little spit of fluid as he hit deep inside her pussy, then another spit.

"Oooh uggh no, no you're uggh makinnngg ugghhh!"

Debbie clenched hold of his sides the bed rattling. The Asian man was pushing her legs up, the Boss rising up a little taking each leg in his hands bringing the ankles up vertical in front of him. Her ass was been weakened more and more. In this position her rear hole was stretched fully pointing at a 45 degree angle to how she was laid, the man almost fucking straight down onto her upturned pussy.

"Thump, thump, thump!"

"Ooh, ohh I can't hold, oohh it innnnnnn!" With a ecstatic scream of frustration she let it go.

With each hungry grunting fuck down her anus began to spurt a stream of dirty fluid. She was like a human fountain, the water bubbling and spitting as he literally pumped it out of her.

"Oh, oh, oh, ugh, ugh. No, no, uh, uh oh god, oh god urrr!"

Her ass was giving way completely a torrent of slimy water bursting from it in a spectacular shower. The masked man was delighted, Debbie wailing from embarrassment as much as hard deep cock pounding. The Boss was grunting, his large body rising and falling above her delicate features.

"Ugh, ugh yeah, let loose, yeah urrr that's its baby spit it out uuggghh!"

She was pumping her ass's contents onto the bed, her relieved hole farting with each release. She grunted with a light head, her canal closing the pain subsiding, a feeling of been rinsed out making her blush and shy from looking at the rampant thug mounting her. She was still full of cock and her thighs ached, her slit starting to warm to the friction. He wasn't letting her out of this dominated position, and she wailed as she saw then felt the masked man fill her ass again with another plunger of liquid. 

"Ooohugh, ugh, ugh. Uhhhhhhhhhh,. Noooooooooo spluuuuuuutttttt!" 

This time there was no pretence at trying to keep her dignity. As soon as the nozzle had left her hole, in fact before it had left, her shitter was coughing the slime back out in an explosive shower. It was like putting your finger over a hosepipe end the water hitting the hooded man, soaking the Bosses pounding butt and making Debs wail in sensation and humiliation. 

The Asian was now hard again his bizarre games stirring his cock back into action.

"My turn, my turn!" He cried like a kid. "Oh man, I've been waiting for this!" 

The Boss extracted his length Debbie feeling her body unmolested in any way for the first time in over half an hour. The Boss pulled her hair dragging her up. 

"Fuck her like hungry dog," he suggested to his eager friend. "I'll hold her leash." 

With that he dragged her to the floor holding her long dark hair like a rein.

She knelt on all fours naked sweaty and still dripping water. The mask man was already knelling behind her guiding his cock for her busy slit. Her lithe hipped body stretch before him and he was able to see the hairs on the back of her head raised in nerves. 

"What a hot bitch!" He thought his cock painfully rigid now. Debbie seemed to be seeing hard cock everywhere, as the men moved their members bouncing comically.




Just One Hour Ch. 01



The Boss knelt next to her face and still holding her mane he put his mouth near her ear. She felt the Asian ram up her without any attempt at softening the blow. 

"Aww ugghhhhhh!" 

She bucked and yelped annoyed at herself for giving the man the satisfaction of knowing he had mounted her very uncomfortably. The Asian kept both his feet on the ground squatting like he was taking a dump, his cock angling up inside her increasing the rubbing effect he was having.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh!" 

She took each thrust with a corresponding grunt. What was the point in masking the sensations he was giving her she had decided; with forlorn resignation.

The Boss spoke softly but with power into her ear. "Is that good Debbie? I bet he's getting right up you, isn't he? You keep grunting you little slut." 

Debbie gave a whine her hands clenching the dusty floor.

"Fucking hell he's like a steam train! Announced the boss; telling Debbie something she already clearly knew. The masked man was hammering her rear his pelvis slapping her wet butt creating a dirty fleshy echo. 

Phut! Phut! Phut! Phut! Phut!

"Ah, ah, ah oh, yeah, oh yeah com'n you horny little slut." 

Debbie was gagging the thrusts on her cervix earth moving. "Aww, aww, awww uggg!"

"Still real tight eh? Your little games haven't loosened her that much then." The Boss observed, his friend so engrossed he couldn't responded. 

The man had both his hands on her small waist and he felt like he was plugging a big titted mannequin. Her breast hung down swinging to and fro as her body took the rear pounding.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh!"

Debs looked over her shoulder at him, biting her lip and grunting as he slammed up her. Her expression was one of submission and sensation her dark eyes wide, her lightly painted face a sensual delight. If he didn't stop he knew he would fill her any second, and with a disappointed grunt he fell back away from her gripping the tip of his cock just in time to stop his ejaculation. The big black guy was sitting on the chair his massive thighs wide his cock pointing firmly skyward.

"Now back on me bitch!" He ordered.

Debbie felt relief at been free of the dirty Asian cock. Her ass cheeks were sore from his clawing, her inside also bruised from his lack of foreplay. The Boss was sat totally exposed his fat purple scrotum large and baggy his cock veins visible, fully aroused the foreskin tugged back by the erectness. He pointed to it repeating his order.

"Get on it bitch, move it."

Debs shook her head in protest a whine coming from her lips. The masked man was picking up the cane again. Debs gave a horrified groan.

"Ok, ok!" She yelped. But now it was too late. Both men grabbed her one pulling her hair the other her tiny waist. She screamed as they forced her over the chair seat her long legs kicking. 

Whoosh!

She screamed as the cane hit her across both cheeks. 

Whoosh! 

She screamed again the masked man doing the swipes the Boss pinning her with a strong hand across her back.

Whoosh!

"Eeeieeeeeeeeeeee stop, stop I said ok, ok, ok!" She squealed. The man gave a final howling swipe before speaking. "Now do what your told you slut!"

She fell to the floor half pushed as the black guy re-straddled the chair taking up the commanding position again. Debbie sobbing lifted herself up resting on his powerful knees. She straddled his wide legs her small feet resting tip toe on either side of the chair her hands on his shoulders and then raised herself seeing the cock slide down her tummy towards her pussy hair.

"Not that way round," he grumbled, "Away from me, look at him."

Debbie obediently dismounted turning round and lifted herself back onto him. She could feel his cock at her pussy and he gave a slow thrust up as she gently lowered, at the same time his hands curling round her to grab her tits like they were handle bars of some fucking riding machine.

"Uggghhh ohhhhhh."

Debbie moaned as she felt him force up her. His hands squeezed her sore tits his cock like a spike pointing straight rigidly up. In this position she felt like a toy, been groped legs wide over the sides of his spread thighs feet barely touching the floor. Open, wanton, giving an erotic display to the watching masked pervert.

"Ugggg!" 

Her butt rested on his lap; he was all the way up! 

The Boss massaged her bosom as she stared red faced at the naked Asian his zipper mouth curling a little his wet cock still erect his ejaculation thankfully stalled.

The Boss began to jerk up each thrust small but powerful his cock tip nudging against her womb.

"Ug, ug, ug, yeah oh, ug, ug!" 

He grunted in pleasure squeezing her nipples making her moan louder. The other man could see the black monster flexing at her pussy hole her white sweaty skin enhancing the menace of the dark probing flesh.

"Aw, aw, aw, aw uuggghh!" Debs was purposefully riding the man, her head back her mouth open eyes still defiant but full of dirty cock penetrating sensation.

"Uh, uh, uh, aww, aww!" He increased his rate his hands now on her waist jerking her body up and down her perfect tits bouncing like beach balls.

"Uh, uh, uh, uh," she gasped falling slightly forward, this putting even more pressure deep on her nerve walls.

"Aahhhhhhhh!"

The black bastard was cussing and humiliating her as he fucked.

"Yeah, yeah, that's it baby uuggghh. I'm all the way up ya, uggh. I bet that pussy's real sore now, uggh! Bounce those tits baby yeah! Oh God yeah I wanna come yeah!"

Debbie moaned again her body aching from the constant exercise.

"Ohh God!" She was starting to feel feint, see spots before her eyes, her groin hot and active.

The masked man realising his boss would come protested. "We're not finished yet man!" The Boss gasping and bouncing shook his head." Don't ugh, worry ugh, about me man ugh, I've got a lot left in reserve."

He began to convulse his hands back on her tits pushing them together leaving her to sit hard down on his bucking cock, Debbie's moans reaching high pitch." 

"Here it comes baby, hot and thick!"

"Ugggg ugggggggg ugggggggggggggg!!!" 

Debs squealed, feelings the torrent shoot up inside her. One then two jerks of Blackman's come. He pressed hard on her globe tits lifting her. His cock sprang from her dripping pussy as her erupted for the third spurt the white strands hitting her lower tummy some almost to her belly button. Her dark haired slit was awash with white as the forth and final jerk trailed clear liquid from his cock eye.

Debbie looked down disgustedly wanting to wipe her self clean her hands closed fingers spread but then realizing she didn't want to dirty her long nail fingers with his deposit. 

"Oohh urrrrrrrrrr!"

The Asian man had watched with delight and now was greasing his cock with what appeared to be KY jelly. The Boss man was panting with the exertion but knew he couldn't rest. He lifted Debbie up in his arms like a bride over the threshold, carrying her back to the bed. He tossed her unceremoniously back onto the dirty mattress the masked man climbing over her. She felt him twist her waist her face hitting the pillow her arse raised.

"Oooohh uhhhhhhhhhh!"

The man sneered as his cock traced her butt nestling into her sweaty arse crack. 

"Now Debbie, I'm going to fuck you so far up your tight ass you'll think my cocks going to appear out of your mouth!"

15 minutes left.

Debbie like to think she was sweet an innocent, but from the first few minutes of been trapped in this cellar her darkest fears had been expecting this. The idea of a man's cock up inside her pussy uninvited was beyond comprehension but inside her anal hole revolted her to the point of been rigid with horror. 

"Oh heavens, please I don't want...."

As she knelt doggie, her hand reached back to try to fend off his waist. The man just slapped her hand away his cock rubbing up and down the length of her butt crack.

His pink weeping head felt sticky on her wet cheeks, his hands gently parting her flesh so her sphincter winked at him. The Boss man spoke as he watched the Asian get fully into position. 

"You're going to get an almighty ass banging now. And you better like it and groan like a whore or it's the canning for you again."

The masked man felt his tip touching in the right place her firm butt cheeks pushing his foreskin back as he tried to enter her. He felt her shudder as his cock opened her up the greased end sliding with a little difficulty past her ass muscles.

"Ooohhhhhh, ugggggggg!" Her mind raced. "No this was it oh uhhhhhhhh!"

Debs gnashed her teeth her head thrown back her shoulders tensed. The butt plug had been wider but passed inside quickly, this time it was a man's rod, and it didn't shrink back to a tiny base. This meant her ass hole remained painfully wide the rim feeling his cock flesh scrape along her inside, canal opening bit by bit as its tip delved deeper.

"Nnnnnnn!" She felt like puking.

The man was overjoyed. It felt so good, her tiny waist in his hands her bulging hips with full butt flesh quaking as he entered along the line of her spine. 

He knew her type as soon as she'd flashed her knickers in the car. The type that always got what they wanted, felt so superior and confident. He didn't need to know what a self centred bitch she was, he could already tell. Even while he'd fingered and molested her she had talked down to him, indignant and scornful like he was dirt. But now she was more submissive, her arrogance fucked from her. 

The sweat covered her back and the young brunette beauty who had been so confident an hour ago could only whine in humiliation.

"Awwwwooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh!" 

She gave along gasping cry, her body trying to buck but the deep rod holding her in position. Debs was desperate her eyes closed her mind racing "Oh God he hasn't even started to pump and it feels so, ooooohhh eeeeeieeeeee!"

His pelvis began to take long stabbing thrusts her ass instantly beginning to burn and flex.

"Aggg, agg, agg urrrrr ooohhhhhh!" Debbie squealed as he increased his thrusting his flesh slapping against her buggered ass.

"Phut! Phut! Phut! Phut! Phut!"

Debs was coughing, spit flying from her lips as she convulsed to each deep gut wrenching fuck. Her face was a picture of indignity her retching now looking like he was indeed so far in that she really was about to spew his cock from her pretty lips.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, urrrrrrggggg!"

Her ass was tight, hot and wet, his greased cock getting freer and freer with each hard thrust up her. The bed was rattling loudly both men delighted. The masked man was giving a running commentary.

"Ugh, ugh, oh fuck I'm deep, uuggghh yeah ah, ah, ah."

He lifted his waist to rub deeper getting a high pitch squeal from her."Yeah that's ugh better uuggghh, take it, take it, ugh, ugh, oh I think she's gonna split!"

The black guy made a triumphant fist. "Do it man, do it. Bust that shitter yeah!"

Debbie was shuddering, her head thrashing her eyes wide with terror and she agreed with his diagnosis. "Oh God, uggh, aww, aww stop, stop, awwwww!" 

The Boss slapped her across the face making her squeal more. "Ride it you bitch, I want to hear you beg for more."

The man was pumping frenziedly now the pain in her ass making her scream. He slowed then increased over and over her tits swinging with the vibrations. He was panting heavily his cock a little sore his ball hardening. 

He twisted her so he could lay on the bed along side her. She curled her legs instinctively into a foetal position his pelvis arching up to fuck at a more sedate almost affectionate rate. This allowed him to spend more time molesting her hard mounds his mouth sucking the back of her neck, his teeth nibbling her ears.

Debs was whimpering the grunts still evident the sensation still awful but less painful. The Boss man went to his trench coat and removed a silver pistol. Debs looked at him her eyes wide as her body rocked with each ass thrust.

"Your hours coming close baby. How you behave till then will decide if I use this on you, understand?" 

Debbie gave a nod them gritted her teeth at a particularly intrusive thrust. "Ugh!" 

The Boss man put the weapon back.

"Good, now listen no more fighting or resisting, just fucking get on with it. See it as paying your fare home." 

The Boss was getting hard again, his black slug growing and climbing up his portly stomach.

"You're a hot chick, just take you're fucking like a good girl maybe you'll learn something."

The man moved to the bed putting his hands on her knees lifting and spreading them so he could see her dark triangle, and the other mans cock twitching up her rectum. 

"Let's see how many positions we can get through before the timer goes!"

Debbie had given in now. What was the point? She'd been forced through so many indignities she hardly recognized herself. Her body was exhausted, the men so confident and forceful. Over the next fifteen minutes she experienced sex like she had never imagined. Dirty, embarrassing, dominant all the while her body ever so slowly becoming moist her groans bit by bit giving an evermore aroused noise. 

How many positions, the men didn't know but they planned to find out.

First Debbie was sandwiched between the two as she lay on her side. The big black man pushed between her thighs and Debbie struggled to hook her legs around his wide waist. Opening her thighs like this reduced her ability to clench her ass muscles and both men slid their cocks in and out with ease. The men were nearly twice the size of the young woman her tiny waist and adequate tits dwarfed by hot dark skinned flesh. 

The hairy ass Asian was banging firmly from behind, the massive assed Boss bucking from the front. Debs with hands on the Bosses shoulders gritted her teeth the two cock rubbing against each other through her internal connecting walls.

"Uggh, uggh, uggh, ugghh!" 

She'd heard stories of sex like this, but never watched porn or really discussed such details with her girlfriends.

The Boss then took her up the ass. Making her lay on her back he pushed her legs together then back to one side of her face making her feet rest on her shoulder. His cock blurred in and out of her sphincter, her butt cheeks stretch back so the entrance was visible a rim of grease forming around the sore exit. He was ever so deep her canal squashed, his cock feeling like it was racing all the way to her gut.

"Aw, aww, aww, ggggggg!"

Now the Asian pulled her further down the bed. He lifted her legs up and once again and pushed them over her shoulders. This time he put her feet either side of her neck. He continue to push forcing Debbie to roll back to rest on her shoulder her body crumpled her shins eventually resting flat on the bed. She groaned struggling to get into this position but her thin body was more malleable than she thought. 

Her ass was now up in the air her head and shoulders on the bed. He straddled her, pointing his cock straight down and sat onto her upturned rear. His cock buried back into her pussy and he began to bounce up and down the bed quaking, Debbie getting a hard rod rammed straight through the middle of her.

"Ugg! Uug! Uugg! Uuug!" 

His hand reached behind him his filthy fingers delved into her exposed ass a few inches, twisting and bending, Debs gasping in surprise and disgust at his double internal examination.

"Uggggggoooooooooo!"

Then the Boss wanted her ass doggie style on the floor. With his huge frame rutting like a beast Debbie was almost been knocked onto her face by the hard, hungry thrusts, her long dark hair whipping as she thrashed.

"Ug, ug ug, ug, oh, oh, uggggggggg!"

She felt like her hole would explode the burning intense, his member seeming to grow inside her. He pulled all the way out and her muscles began to close each time before he forced himself back in. Over and over and over; hard and fast.

"Aeieie, aaieeee, aiieeeeee!"

The Asian grabbed her head as she was fucked on all fours, and pinching her nose drove his cock into her mouth. She half bit still struggling to bear the buggering. Her tongue tried to push his cock head back, but after struggling a little she began to slurp.

"Mnnn, mnnnn, mmnnnnn!"

His cock tasted disgusting, the slime covering it a mixture of grease, precome and her own pussy and anal juices. "Uggh!" Her cheeks bulged as he tried to get all of his member in her arrogant mouth.

The Boss then sat back on the chair and made Debbie sit back on his cock like earlier facing from him, her knees over his spread thighs. This time he thundered up her ass bouncing the bitch hard her wails of sensation delighting him.

"Yeah, yeah ugh up your ass baby all the way up!" 

The Masked man now a hairy sweaty mess mounted her from the front to make a seated double penetration. With Debbie sat open like this and himself standing, he could ram incredible hard, so hard the Boss just lay there motionless groping her tits as she bounced with each forward and upward thrust of the Asian.

"Ugh aww God, ugh, ugh slower please uggh oohhh!" 

Her clit was hardening her pussy making dirty noises as her own juices began to flow. 

"Slop! Slop! Slop! Slop! Slop!"

The Asian was coming he ground his cock into her. Groaning with delight and frustration his member began to heat up, his ball shrinking to eject his wad. 

"Yeah, yeah, yeah that's it Debbie you're bringing me off uggh, ugghh!" 

He grasped her cheeks pulling her face towards him, their eyes met and the man's widened as he erupted. 

"Ooooohhhhhhhh!" 

Debs looked back at him, her pupils growing as his come filled her tired sore shaft like the plunger had filled her ass.

"Awwwwwwwww!"

The Boss lay back slightly lifting her thighs and making her spread her legs up and wide like she was some can-can dancer. The masked man dropped to his knees seeing the dark haired slit dripping come the entrance loose, tired not wanting to close fully. Below it her sweaty foamed ass hole gobbled nearly the full length of the Bosses cock. He no longer was bucking just letting the fat maggot sit up inside her wriggling. The Asian stroked her inside thighs, his hand caressing her calf down to one pointed foot. 

His zipper mouth opened and he began to suck her delicate painted toes. The Boss reached around her waist his large finger rubbing her clit in a circular motion, his other hand cupping a tit, fingers on her nipple.

Deb was groaning from the four point attention; her ass felt so full dominated, invaded and used. Her tits were sore the nipple hard but yelping to the touch. Her toes now felt the hot man tongue; his teeth nipping, her sole tender and responsive to his caresses. And finally her clit was hard and swollen, the man's finger pressing in all the right places as you would expect from an older more experience lover.

But above all it was the way that they talked filth to her. The masked man made loud sucking noises, the Boss told her how hot his cock felt. 

Did she feel full? He wanted to hear her come; he'd make her come. 

He called her a bitch, a whore, a long legged skinny slut. 

He made her look down at his buried cock, told her to herself touch around where it entered her. 

He told her they'd bring her off, then she could do one final dirty act for him. The way she was been treated was humiliating yet liberating.

With each increased moan from her she gave away her growing sensations. She could do nothing to resist them, she felt ashamed, and she knew she would come. She was a fuck toy and they knew it and so did she. Only a few minutes left. The hour was almost up.

The cellar stank of sweaty bodies and spattered semen. Debbie closed her eyes but the debauched smell still filled her head with grunting images. 




Just One Hour Ch. 01



Her clit had begun to swell; she could feel the bud hardening growing under his finger. Her pussy loose and dripping now felt hotter still, her own body beginning to cream her insides. She was ever so wide her thighs almost horizontal to her flat tummy as the Boss now sat with his knees as wide as possible. 

The masked man had stopped sucking her toes his hands now also pushing her tired thighs wider still. His face was close to her slit staring in fascination as the black man nipped and flicked her clitoris. The masked man's finger pushed under her pressed hood into her hole, the tip instantly becoming encased in slimy precome juices.

"Oooohhhhhh!" 

Debs moaned pitifully. His finger was tiny compared to the insertions she had taken and ejected but the sensation and humiliation of him just been able to enter her on a whim made her feel debauched beyond belief.

"Uummm no, no, uuuuuuuuhhhhhhhh, no oh, please uggh awwww!"

Her clit was about to explode the rubbing constant and just powerful enough to excite. The masked man now poked her sloppy twat rapidly just one finger deep and rigid. The Boss's other hand had a tit grasped like a vice. His hand twisting like her bust was a dial of a large radio. His cock remains horribly hard straight up inside her ass feeling like it was rubbing on the base of her spine.

"Come on Debbie lets hear you come. You know you want to."

His hand twisted her tits more. "Come on before I pull your tit right off!"

Debbie was bucking, yelping, her eyes glazed her mouth a cute pink circle as she reached her peak.

"Ooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwww! AWwwwww, Aawwwwww uh, uh, uh, uggggghhhhhhh!!!" 

She began to explode, her nipples hard, her butt electric, and her slit gasping in spasm after spasm.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh!" 

The Boss groaned as he felt her ass muscles tighten clenching and unclenching around his rod. Her clit was soaking his finger slipping as he rubbed her off for the last few screaming seconds.

"Uuugggggggggggghhhhhh! Oh, God, oh, oh, ohhhhh!" 

Her body finally gave way her arms collapsing her back slumping and she nearly passed out the masked man holding her upright.

She was lifted almost lifeless off the Boss man's cock her sphincter making a plopping noise as the air escaped her hole, able to finally close tight. She was laid back on the bed this time across it so her head hung down over the side of the mattress. She looked up the black mans ball sack casting her face in shadow. He was tugging his dick with a tight fist grunting at each jerk.

"I'm gonna come uh, now, uh."

He pointed to her feet and with the aid of the other perv took an ankle each pulling them up over her chest so once again her feet touched either side of her shoulders. She didn't understand what they wanted, or really cared anymore. 

Holding herself in this bizarre trussed position with her elbows she saw the man point his cock over her face. Then he grasped both her feet and twisting them in, clasped his thick slug either side with the soles of her feet and began to pump.

"Ugh, ugh yeah, yeah wank me, wank me uuggghh!" 

Debbie felt his cock rubbing on her soft under soles her feet forming a delicate sheath into which he pumped faster and faster.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugghhhhhhhhhhh!" 

He was climaxing from the forced foot wank, his wrinkled cock sputtering white filth across her heels arching down to her chin and neck.

"Ugh, ugh, uggggh, arrrrrrrgggg!" 

The final eruptions covered her soles and his cock trailed come back to her toes as he withdrew from the foot fuck tunnel. Debbie groaned in disgust as her feet parted a web of solid come strands dripping between both, drooping on her face as her feet drew further apart. "Ughhhhhhhh!"

But she couldn't bring her knees back because the Boss gripped her shins pushing her feet down again to her astonished face.

"Suck the load of your own toes honey!" 

Debs looked up pitifully eyes welling. "Ok!"

She felt her own toe pressed against her mouth the stink in her nostrils. Come was covering her nose, lots more hanging invitingly on her pink soles. He pushed down and Debs had no choice but to lick and slurp her spunked on toes clean. 

"Mmn cough mmnn!"

The men made sure she sucked every toe deep into her mouth, wiping the load down to her lips with their fingers, rubbing it on her teeth. Finally she sighed as her legs were allowed to return to the bed, knees bending in feet red with the licking and slurping, though very clean.

The kitchen timer began to buzz the hour complete the sound music to poor Debs ears. The two men were huge filthy messes, the sweat caked on them, bodily fluids of all mixed in. The young woman didn't move, not sure what would happen next.

"Time to leave Debbie," announced the masked Asian. "You've been a good girl."

Debs gave a relieved pant and began to rise. 

"Just one thing," the man added." Before we take you home there's something we need to do. Its important Debs, something to remember the next time you cock tease or treat someone like shit."

Obediently she did what they asked knelling hands on knees in front of them both, her sexy figure glowing with sweat in the dim electric light.

The men felt the relief of a hard bladders emptying as both showered over her gasping face. The piss hosed forth; one over her tits the splashing urine going everywhere. The other squeezing her cheeks her lips forced open his piss showering her nose, eyes and inside her mouth. The torrent of water ran down her neck in rivulets between her deep cleavage, along the rim of her tit dripping from her nipples. The final river collecting in her lap, her dark triangle wet again, her thighs still stinging from the rough mauling. Until finally both men could pump no more out.

"Now get dressed you witch!" They laughed smugly.

"Consider your fare home paid in full."



Just One Hour Ch. 02



Stacey is my wife's achingly fuckable best friend. She always has everything so easy and is one of those girls who just breezes through life. She is sickeningly cute and ever so goody-goody.

So cosseted in her own little world she would not be able to imagine the contents of the story below, let alone thinking it could ever happen to her. With her Barbie type frame with ultra slim waist and golden flowing hair she is an ever so a modern day "bewitched-Samantha housewife" and would be no match for these two denizens and the games they plan to play with her.

Here's my wedding present to you sweetheart.

*

Stacey rather sheepishly welcomed the large man into her house. She couldn't explain why she'd been so compliant; maybe it was something about his mature powerful frame that unnerved her. He'd been polite asking if her husband was in; saying he was expected. She had looked quizzical at him. Her husband didn't know any black guys; in fact both of them didn't really like his type. But that would be how Stacey would word it, other might say they were just down right racist. 

The Boss eased past her, his body enormous compared to her slim 5'5 frame. He'd seen photographs of her before today so his eyes didn't linger embarrassingly; he already studied her at his leisure. 

Today as of most times she was dressed in a tight white T-shirt and white tennis skirt. Stacey was slim with large hips and pear shaped ass. She dressed taking advantage of her assets. Small breasted she had long shapely legs today in a pair of white matching training shoes. Her skin was always tanned her neck and face freckled, eyes grey and nose upturned; with tied back long dirty blonde hair. This had streaks of black roots showing through her peroxide locks.

Her husband was watching the TV with a beer and his face turned like ash as the black dude entered dressed in his long trench coat. Stacey realized it must be in the mid eighties outside and wondered why he would wear such a thing. The man sat down taking a full settee almost to himself. The waif beauty offered him a drink her eyes showing confusion and a little nervousness. 

The Boss man knew the routine; he'd have to explain, as normal the husbands always just sat there like rabbits in the headlights looking dumb.

"Have a seat young lady," the Boss said in a deep southern drawl. 

Stacey looked at her frozen husband as if for guidance. He remained silent, eyes lowered a little from her questioning stare.

"Did you know your husband had a gambling problem?" The Boss announced unexpectedly patting the arm rest next to him coaxing her to sit.

Stacey felt herself growing in anger as she sat knees together, prim, balanced on the edge of the soft chair listening. She was turning red with frustration as she was told how her precious husband had run up an enormous tag at a back street gambling den which the Boss owned. Stacey's husband mumbled and spluttered an excuse why he hadn't been round to settle it, adding he'd get it soon. Stacey's eyes widened in disbelief, he'd just said 4000 bucks. The Boss caught her eye and instantly he knew they didn't have anything near that amount available.

The man began to stutter some proposal but the Boss just raised his hand to quiet him.

"I already know you can't pay for fucks sake. No one holds out on me unless they have no other choice."

Stacey had been furious; now she felt her stomach go in knots. "What's going to happen to him?" She said nervously.

The Boss shifted with menace his coat creaking as the leather moved. "Listen honey unless he pays up it's what's going to happen to both of you." 

She gave a whine her face shocked. "But, but..." The Boss stood up aggressively.

"Listen you fucks; I already know what I want in payment and if I don't get it right now I'll have my crew burn you're fucking house down with you both in it!"

"Calm down, calm down!" The couple cried both trying to stand. 

"Sit the fuck down." He hissed. Both dropped to their seats like scolded dogs.

He took his coat off to show his large T-shirt chest, a pot belly growing above his waist band. He had a video in his pocket. 

"Fucking put this on." He ordered to her husband. "And you miss," he snapped looking at Stacey,"sit down next to me."

Stacey edged down against his thigh as he sat there legs open taking virtually all the settee. Once the video began to pay he told her husband to sit back in his drinking seat. The screen was just an electric snow storm which then turned to black and finally a brightly colored movie began to play. 

Stacey looked at her husband still totally confused with what was happening. Then she put her hand over her mouth, it was some kind of porno! She never watched anything like this; in fact her husband told her he also never did; which stupidly and innocently she believed.

The Boss spoke gently to her. "All I want is one hour with you honey. Pay off all the debt."

She looked at the video then back at him head cocked to one side not really understanding.

"But I...?" He shook his head. "Oh for fucks sake how much of a fucking air head are you? I want to fuck your brains out!" 

She gasped, her mouth open invitingly, eyes wide in horror. Her husband instantly began making protests. Seeing the final understanding in her eyes the Boss continued. 

"Yeah that's right honey, I don't need the fucking money and you need a solution right this minute."

Stacey was shaking her head, talking in a high indignant voice. She wouldn't, couldn't; "who the hell did he think he wa..." 

The Boss pointed a finger to her shaking hubby. "Ask him he'll tell you." Stacey turned for reassurance but her worm of a man just shook his head. 

"We haven't got any choice sweetie." 

Stacey gasped in disbelief. "We?" She shouted in anger.

The Boss turned the sound up on the video by remote as he leaned back. 

"Good I take it that's a deal then." And pointing to her bloke he snapped. "Now fucking sit there for ten minutes then I want you to fuck off and don't come back till four, is that clear?" 

Stacey looked again at her husband and groaned as he obediently nodded shrinking in his chair.

"Now you fucking bimbo, "he growled, "open my zipper, take out my cock and let's watch a movie together." 

Stacey s hand moved across to his zipper. What could she do? The man was big and powerful and her husband didn't look like he intended to fight. Was this man as evil as he acted? She saw her husbands' terrified face. Oh God there was no choice but to get on with it. 

Her perfect nailed fingers open the fly and gently reached in. She gave a little moan of despair as her hand gripped his black slug the meaty length popping upright out of his pants, her very golden skin shinning around the dark baggy foreskin and purple head.

The Boss gave a satisfied groan telling her to gently wank his flesh.

"Watch the fucking movie while you do it honey get a real good look at what we could get up to!"

On the screen a sultry Latino was been spanked by four men. Each was in turn fingering her ass, forcing her to suck him. The Boss's hand curled around Stacey's tight waist to touch the top of her ample butt. 

"Hmmm good girl use your thumb over my open slit."

Stacey circled his spunk eye the head rough to the touch and suddenly felt precome begin to make the flesh slippery. She gave a small gasp of panic.

"Hmm you're getting me real hot." He announced as his eyes delighted in the video.

On the video the men were fisting the bitch, one of them with three fingers up her ass. The Boss told Stacey to get on her knees in front of him. She sat there trembling, her hand still slowly tugging eyes welling up. Her husband was shaking, the loud moaning from the TV distracting but the sight of his wife on her knees a big black cock in front of her kept his attention.

The Boss gave him an instruction. "Get your cock out." 

He refused his face one of panic only for the Boss to growl again." Do it!" 

He fumbled with his pants and his dick pink and stiff sprang upright the video obviously turning him on. 

"Start wanking yourself," the black thug ordered. He then looked down at Stacey, "and you get that pretty mouth of yours around my fat weeping end."

Stacey's husband took his cock red faced into his own hand and began to tug the foreskin. He could see his delicate wife knelt between the black guys legs. She had one long nailed hand on his knee the other making a small fist around his iron rod. She was in silhouette and her upturned nose and cute lips came ever closer to the bulging purple helmet. The blood was rushing up his pipes as his own rod become achingly hard. The hardcore movie was still playing; now a barely legal teen in some four way gangbang.

"Come on honey time to give your husband a show." And with that the Boss's hand cupped the blonde housewife's head and pulled her mouth onto him. 

"Mmmmm slurp, slurp!" 

Stacey closed her eyes imagining it was her husband's member; but realized that would be impossible. The thing was fatter the foreskin loose and as she stretched her lips the purple head rubbed up into the roof of her mouth. She could hear the groans of the Boss and the fleshy flaps of her husband's cock skin as he jerked near by.

The Boss raised his hips forcing more cock in, Stacey starting to gag her hands pushing his pelvis back. He groaned. "Take it all the way down bitch." 

He turned to her hopeless partner." Keep jerking that cock boy, or I'll fucking choke her with this." And if to demonstrate he gripped her head firmly and pinching her nose pushed deeper. Stacey bucked the head on her tonsils the thing filling her throat. 

"Gggghhh cough! Splutter! Ugggggg!" The despairing man increased his rhythm fearing his wife might pass out.

The black thug was in total control and he grunted with satisfaction seeing Stacey watch her husband out of the corner of her eye. "He's getting real hard baby." He announced with glee. "He likes the sight of you swallowing a fucking hard black cock. Shall I tell him what's in store for his naughty little whore?" 

Stacey didn't acknowledge him her eyes down mouth muscles struggling.

"A cute little bitch like you needs a real good ploughing, and you're going to get it." 

She whined in response, mouth full of flesh.

The Boss admired her swan like neck accentuated by the tightly stretched back dirty blonde hair; the pony tail hanging down to her shoulder blades. He could see himself bulging in her cheek his end warm with spittle and young woman's gasping breath.

"You're going be a good girl for me Stacey," he said sweetly." Just an hour of your time honey, that's all I want." She whined again through her cute nose, mouth foaming a little around his cock.

Her husband felt his body starting to tense his hand a little numb with the thorough wanking. The Boss raised himself off the settee to start to thrust in and out of her mouth. 

"Suck it, suck it you white bitch yeah," he grunted as Stacey's cheeks puffed and clenched, her mouth gripping his oily foreskin like a vice.

"Ug, ug, ug lets see you come boy!" He growled, looking back to her husband, who could feel himself reaching a peak. 

His desperate wife was wresting to hold down the bucking black pelvis eyes wide in horror, the cock rampant in her mouth her teeth twanging the underside of his helmet. She managed to pull her head back crying out in despair. "Oh god uuhh oh, oh!" The Boss pointed to her partner.

"Oh yes baby look, look he's coming. Watch it you fucking slut!" 

Stacey moaned as her face still full of cheek puffing cock was twisted to see. Her man was heaving in his chair his fist red with effort. The boss's cock sprang from her disbelieving mouth spittle training in a spider strand.

"Ugggggggggggggggg!!" 

Her husbands tip erupted spunk, up and out, two, three jerks his fingers covered, the wads stink instantly filling the room.

"Uuggggggggg!" 

He bucked with involuntary delight as Stacey's watched hand over her mouth in disbelief; until finally he collapsed with a long pitiful moan. "Noooooooooo!"

The Boss pulled the sobbing Stacey back towards his cock. He gripped the hot shaft wiping it across her cheeks. Looking at the spent man nearby he narrowed his eyes.

"Now you take a hike mister. I don't want you back before four, and don't fucking get any stupid ideas about the cops. Your little Stacey's going to get her brains fucked out, I can easily arrange blown out too." 

Her husband nodded zipping his pants. "I, I, I..." he mumbled reaching the hall. 

His wife glared back in total disgust.

"Just get the fuck out!" She said shaking her head in utter contempt. And with that he left slamming the door behind him.

She felt the Boss pull her face forward and she opened her mouth to allow his now well inspected tip back down her throat. He turned off the groaning video allowing her obedient sucks and slurps to fill the room. Suddenly she thought she heard a noise behind her. 

The kitchen door! 

She pulled back in horror the man's dick bouncing up into her cheekbones across her nose. She had panic on her face again, she was sat between a fat guys thighs his cock near to erupting. "Oh no there's someone..." She gulped in embarrassment. 

"Relax," the Boss said clenching his teeth from the uncomfortable ejection. "He's with me!" And with that she heard an Asian voice over her shoulder. 

"Ah yes she's as lovely as you described!"

Now she remembered. She had seen another figure sat in the driver seat of the Black mans park car. She'd completely forgot about him. She looked slowly over her shoulder at the new visitor. 

"Oh Jesus!" She squealed. "Oh no, no ohhhhh!" 

In the door way was a shirtless hairy Asian man his jogging pants loose, feet bare. He had a black bag in his strong dark arms his stance like some action figure, legs apart, arms curled wrestler style, hands as fists. His head was covered with a bizarre leather mask, an open zipper for a mouth, the material black leather.

"This is my associate," the Boss announced holding his dick and balls to keep them fully aroused. "You can call him Mask; and honey you better be good cos he's not as nice as me."

Up until now Stacey had felt unsure and a bit scared. She had hoped that this man would have just had his fun and left. The Boss although menacing had been almost affectionately polite to her; and though a lot older he had a certain animal charm. Even after he'd called her a bitch and been so arrogant she had rationalized it all until it virtually made sense. It had to be done for the house, for her lifestyle and well even for her useless husband. 

But now her gut twisted, and her chest rose in a slow pant. Some of her tied back hair had escaped and now hung in strands across her freckled nose and high cheek boned features.

"Oh God, two... err, I..." She stammered as the Asian man neared her.

The Mask dropped his bag and gripped her slender wrist. 

"On your feet you sexy little tart," he growled.

His other hand rubbed across her t-shirt chest squeezing through the material. Stacey grunted and then half yelped as his hand shot under her short skirt to goose her ass. She made a pathetic attempt at a struggle looking back at the Boss; her eyes disbelieving; as the Mask examined her like a piece of meat. First her ass, then her tanned thighs were stroked. 

He gripped one small tits making her back arch, then caressed her swan neck his finger pushing up to her hot wet mouth. All the time he was grunting in approval. 

"Hmm, yes, hmm, good, good ahhh," he said in examination until he finally gave a non negotiable order. 

"Fucking lay on the kitchen table while we get a good look at you."

Stacey whimpered a little and again looked back at the Boss. He was beginning to stand pointing in that direction. She almost jumped out of her skin as the Mask suddenly hooked his finger inside her tiny briefs ripping them from under her skirt. "We won't need them!" He mumbled to himself. 

Then he suddenly had a worrying thought. "My timer!" He said, panicking.

The Boss frowned pointing to the chiming clock on the wall. 

"It's three now, we won't be disturbed till four. You don't fucking need your timer!" 

The Boss shook his head; his friend was one crazy fuck. But he didn't know anyone else as willing as him. "Shit." He just had a thought. Had he just got out of the car dressed like that, mask and all? The Boss didn't have time to ask before Stacey decided to struggle for real.

Both men instantly grabbed her arms, the Bosses cock nudging the small of her back the Mask hooking under her knees to lift her onto the pine table. She whined and grunted neither man raising their voice, both in control; practiced. She was flat on her back the hard surface making her chest thrust up, her plimsoll rubber screeching on the surface. 

Her shoulders were pulled to the table edge so her neck and head dangled over the side. In this position she was unable to resist for long before her head tired and fell back. The Boss was holding her shoulders down allowing her hands to grasp the table sides. His cock was above her stretched neck and chin and he angled it down horizontal. It came to her lips and she had little choice but begin blowing the old black fuck. But this time her nostril pointing up into his fats balls, his cock sliding straight deep into her upside down mouth and throat. 

"Mggggggggg!"

The Mask was now between her feet, the shoes and claves dangling over the opposite table edge to her neck. She felt her thighs been spread by cold hands and she wriggled. The Boss grunted as she shifted, his cock slowing servicing her mouth. 

"Uggg stay still, your not getting up till I let you. Just lay back and take me baby."

She felt the suns rays from the wide window on her arm. "Oh God!" She thought in an embarrassed horror. What if the neighbours come round? Oh no, what if her parents did?" 

She bucked as his cock slid deeper than he had gone previously. She gargled, the spittle dripping down her face over her nose collecting on her forehead.

The Boss admired her twitching throat and felt her spasm as his head pushed just a little too deep. 

"Uggg yeah take it yeah!" 

The Asian man was now up between her legs his hands struggling to force her thighs fully apart. Finally her legs were pinned down, knees wide apart the skirt stretched up to her tiny waist; and the Boss could see her almost hairless blonde pussy for the first time. The Mask moved two fingers to her slit and pressing down parting her flesh the pink clitoral region glistening in the daylight.

Now she was fully under control, taking his cock obediently the Boss felt he would explain more to her.

"Did you think I'd just settle for a suck and fuck?" He asked knowing she couldn't answer. 

"4000 bucks! You sure have got a high opinion of yourself honey." 

He paused to grit his teeth Stacey's hot tongue and gums sending a shiver from his cock tip to his tightening balls. 

"No sir ugh," he paused again in arousing sensation. "We're going do some pretty dirty things to you honey for that kind of money, and do you know what?"

Once again she couldn't answer the cock now making her jaw ache with the effort, the blood rushing to her upside down head. "You're going have to let us." 

He slowly increased his thrusts.

Stacey felt the wet touch of the Asians tongue as he began to lick and probe her young slit. 

"Hmm good girl keep those legs real wide for him." The boss ordered. "He's wants to get his tongue up inside you and give you a fine cleaning out."

Stacey shuddered, the cock now becoming almost too much, the tongue in her hole indeed going deeper and deeper his finger prizing her pussy flesh apart. Her bud felt the flick of his tongues rough surface and then his lips nipped. She gargled, one hand reaching down to hopelessly push his head back the other reaching up to grip the black mans shaft trying to control its entry.




Just One Hour Ch. 02



The Boss groaned as her tiny hand gripped him. His hands reach onto her t-shirt mounds squeezing the flesh and nipples through the material. Stacey in turn gripped his cock harder as he rhythmical pumped. His friend bit and licked her exposed pussy and she bucked as his tongue touched a nerve bundle. 

"Oh fuck!" The Boss thought to himself, the filthy scene becoming too much to bear, "I not going last much longer."

The Boss pulled the wet tip of his cock from her mouth; Stacey instantly gasping for breath. The Mask also lifted his head away from her tasty slit his hand wiping across his zippered mouth hole, spittle shinning on the black leather chin. 

Stacey was able to pull herself upright surprised he hadn't come, though greatly relieved. The Mask still lightly had hold of her, his hand around her thin upper arm himself a little surprised by the big guy's actions. The slim blonde curled her legs to her side, shoes and top still on; but her panties now missing. The Boss was silent just breathing heavily and he pointed for Stacey to move to the edge of the table. The Asian man understood immediately and roughly pushed her until Stacey's butt rested on the overhanging edge.

He immediately and roughly pushed her until Stacey's butt rested on the overhanging edge.

She felt like a total whore, the black man opening her long legs pushing his waist between them, his cock waving the purple head drooling.

"Uhh, oh, oh" Stacey moaned realizing both men were positioning her for a fucking. 

The Mask forced her forward so she half sat on the table edge looking down between her stretched thighs. The Boss's cock appeared very long. It also looked painfully erect, the head tugged slightly to one side by the over stretched foreskin. 

The Boss knew he would come buckets and he enjoyed seeing their faces when his rod finally started hosing up inside them. Only last week he'd noticed a couple in the high street that he had rented a place to months back. The cute brunette had a fat pregnant belly and he'd thought of when he had fucked the squealing girl in front of her boyfriend until he had completely filled her. Like Stacey and her man they'd been desperate to repay a debt owning. There had been rumours it wasn't her boyfriend child and the Boss had wondered what chance it was his. 

Now he hoped to repeat the trick with this tanned innocent wench.

"Yeah that's its Stacey open them legs real wide. Ugh yeah just a little..."

"Ughhhhhhh!" 

The Mask pushed her head forward. "Look down bitch, watch it go in." The tip was opening her lips the black cock looking huge against her white skin.

"Oh, oh, ohhhhhh, "she grunted then squealed The cock head popped into her, pussy lips gripping sucking it inside. "Ooooooooooo!"

The Boss pushed his hips forward and his cock was buried up her to the hilt in moments. 

"Ugh yeahhhhh ah, ah, ah!"

Stacey's butt was bounced up and down off the table as he began to fuck hard and purposefully. The rigid pole hurt as he forcefully rammed up her.

"Ugh, oh shit, aww, aww ugh, ugh, uggh, eieeeehhhhhh!" 

She squealed loudly her head flinging back her small hands gripping his shoulders to steady herself. 

The Boss was pounding back and forth no time for subtlety wanting to pump his thick wad deep inside her. 

"I'm Going to fill you bitch, Ughh! Yeah oh man uggh, ugh uggggggh!"

Stacey's small frame was shaking as she grunted and gasped; each thrust making her nip her lip in discomfort and sensation. His cock end was nudging against her cervix and she gave an eye popping expression as her dead end was battered with his thick ram. 

"Uhhhhhhh!" 

His massive chest almost filled her line of vision and she couldn't help but keep glancing down at the shinny dark skin slipping in and out of her.

"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh!"

Her flesh slapped against his pelvis the sloppy noise of constant penetration filling the air mixed with his and her grunts. Her pussy was burning the end thumping hard against her deepest end. Her legs were aching so was her back, the masked man still pushing her into the sitting position making her have to grip under her own knees to keep her thighs apart. Only a few hours ago she would have never imagined such humiliation; here on her kitchen table her pussy squelching to a horrid dark mans cock. 

His face was twisted and she knew he was about to..."Ooooooooohhhhhh!" 

She gave a cock stiffening squeal as his big tip erupted. The mans dick felt like its head had exploded inside her. Her pussy was awash with his come and she felt him ramming the filth into her cervix entrance.

He growled triumphantly as his meat bucked and spat. Two, three, then more shots her pussy instantly becoming as slippery as if he was fucking warm jam. His cock slopped from her hole almost without him needing to withdraw; the end trailing a long strand of thick semen. 

Stacey gave a groan of dismay as her lips closed the goo still attached like an umbilical cord to his cock; until finally it snapped and dripped to the floor.

"Oh God! Nooooooooo!" She whined as if she expected her fucking to have finished in a much more sanitized way.

He stood back winding his tired monster back into his pants. "Oh man! I needed to do that!" He groaned as if in explanation to his masked friend. 

Stacey finally closed her legs and looked over her shoulder. "Is...is... it you're turn now?" She asked her eyes pleading for mercy. 

The Mask nodded and spoke. "Yes it is young lady and you better do everything I say. Do you understand?" Stacey nodded looking worriedly back to the Boss.

The Asian man then climbed off the table for his bag of tricks. He produced some rope manacles which he gave to the Boss. The black guy helped Stacey from the table ripping her t-shirt from her then her skirt till she stood there naked and embarrassed. She was now totally naked in her daytime kitchen. As he pulled her arms behind her he spoke. 

"Once I've tied your wrist get on your knees." Stacey did so the cold tiled floor as uncomfortable as where she had just been pinned.

She started to moan and shake as the Mask produce long lengths of rubber tube from the bag. Some of it appeared to have valves; other bits appeared to be inflatable.

"What's going on?" She stammered her blonde locks still tightly held in a pony tail her ample butt glowing against the dark floor tiles. 

The Boss pushed her neck down so her cheek rested on the cold floor tiles, her ass rising as she knelt. "Oh Stacey let me show you!" Was the sinister reply from the leather clad man as he knelt behind her.

The Mask took a long deep suck of his fat forefinger while his other hand spread Stacey's butt cheeks. The Boss had her pinned head on the floor as she wiggled and whined. 

"Uh what, you're hurting me... ugh." Suddenly her eyes widened and she gave a scream as the masked man pressed on her shitter with the tip of his wet forefinger.

"Uhh, ugggh oh, oooooowwwwwwww!" 

He slid the wet digit into her ass hole the spittle lubricating the entry only slightly.

"Ooooooohh, awwwwwwww no, no you c... ahhhhhhh!" 

His finger bent inside her as he pushed until his clenched fist slapped against her puckered cheeks. "Ugghhhhhh!"

The Boss laughed looking down into her eyes, his hand still around her long neck pressing her down. She squealed as the Mask energetically pumped his finger in and out of her sore butt, spitting onto his emerging digit to make the experience only slightly less sore for the horrified wife. He grunted in satisfaction twisting his finger to widen her canal gloating as he did. "So tight, yeah uh real tight. That's it baby squeal." 

He increased his jabbing along with an increase in Stacey's bucking and whining. 

"Uh, uh, hmmm yeah can you feel it? Can you? All the way in like a dirty little worm." 

His finger writhed around pressing on her sphincter trying to weaken her tiny little chute.

She gave a gasp of relief as his finger finally pulled out, her ass now red with embarrassment. The man was now fiddling with attachment nearby but she couldn't see what. The Boss smiled at her as he watched the view she was unable to see. 

The Mask had the strange rubber tube device in his hand. It was like a hard rubber golf ball with two tubes running through its middle. On one side they protruded maybe half and inch on the other they snake down into two long rubber pipes. One of these he had attached to the sink faucet head, the other had a valve half way down to pinch it close. That end just hung loose to the floor.

The Mask was smearing the rubber golf ball with KY jelly as the Boss pressed his finger into Stacey's hot ass hole to get a good inspection himself. 

"Awwwwwww, oh stop not agai... aggg!" 

The black mans finger thrust inside her and he too gave her a flurry of burning thrusts. 

"Hmmmm yeah that is tight, uh, that'll do just fine." She was able glance over her shoulder now and she was speechless with horror.

The Mask was bending down pressing the tube ends and the greased ball against her hole. She squealed as he pushed hard her muscles not wanting to part; then like she was doing a huge dump she gave way the ball end popping inside. She grunted as her ass rim snapped back closed with a desperate grip around the two exiting pipes. The ball was now trapped inside her anal canal, and as her muscles tried to push it out, her sphincter remained firmly shut forming an air tight plug inside her.

Stacey's mind was in overload," what were they trying to doooooooo!"

The Boss turned the faucet and the tube filled with warm water racing along up to the point where it disappeared inside her ass then...

"Uggh oh, god ugh, ugh no, no, no!!" 

Her butt void began to fill with the rushing warm water. Once inside it had no where to go the exit tube had a valve sealing its escape. It could only go deeper and push her flesh wider as her rectum began to accommodate the fluid. 

"Oooooohugggh, ugggggh!" Stacey squealed her eyes wide in panic and disbelief. Her gut was been filled and it was so uncomfortable. "Uggggg, no, no more stop, stop!"

The Men were watching intently the tap faucet not fully open just enough for a steady warm flow. 

"Take slow deep breaths" Coached the Mask as he examined her butt crack, not a dribble of fluid escaping. 

"AGGGGG, no more uggggh!" 

She cried desperately writhing on her knees. The hiss of water changed as the faucet began to struggle to pump anymore into her.

"Aggggggggg!" 

Stacey was feeling sick her gut bubbling the water so far inside her that progress was getting difficult. The Boss turned off the supply. "That's enough I think!" He said knowingly realizing her screams were turning from indignity to outright pain.

The two men groped her ass and pussy. Her groin was swollen and her butt cheeks appeared puffed out as her inside struggled to stretch for the watery void. She was moaning her arms aching still bound behind her. She rested her face on the tile keeping her ass high which seemed to relieve some of the discomfort.

The Mask knelt beside her face, pulling down his jogging bottom his cock standing up to attention. He admired his captive. She was slight of frame her waist so small, out to a well curved hips and that fantastic spankable ass. 

The two red rubber tubes looked bizarre sprouting from her crack like storks of a buried plant. Her long knelling legs tapered to thin elegant calves and her ponytail head looked up the high cheekbones and pouting thick lips sending a surge of lust through his cock. He groaned in satisfaction; knowing how much water she was now reluctantly containing inside her tight hot ass.

The masked man wasted no more time. He straddled her upturned butt his hands gripping under her groin to widen her thighs. His cock was at her pussy its head rubbing her slit. Her insides would be cramped due to the expanded anal cavity, he knew it would be an "oh so tight fuck." As the Boss egged him on he pushed inside her pussy; and she squealed much to his delight.

"Agggggg, God, shit uh uhhhhhhh!" 

Her pussy would hardly open the walls pressed closed. 

"Agggggg!" 

His cock was in and sliding up her. Her tummy gurgled as fluid adjusted in her belly and ass. 

"Ooooooooo, nnnnnnnnnn!" 

He reached as far as he could go his waist slapping against the sprouting ass. 

Then he began to pump!

She though she would throw up her insides flexing and gurgling the thrusting not only burning her pussy but massaging her bloated ass. "Uh, ug, ug oh, oh, oh shittttt!" She gasped feeling the man's hard rod burrowing up her artificially tight hole.

The Mask was loving it. From his doggie position he could see her shoulders and hips quivering. Each fleshy slap of his groin onto her butt made her squeal. And he knew it wasn't just because his wet head rubbed deep inside; each thrust made her tight sphincter flex with the internal pressure and almost spit the big rubber cork from her.

The Boss turned the faucet again and she screamed as more water tried to fill her. A second later the Mask unclipped the valve on the exit pipe and she felt her muscled begin to squeeze water down the tube out onto the floor. 

"Uggggggggg!" She grunted in disgust.

The tiles began to pool with dirty water, but the faucet still ran slowly meaning a continuous current of warm water now rinsed her pounded gut before been emptied onto her kitchen floor. The Mask gripped her waist and fucked harder. Each forward thrust made the exit tube bulge and pump with a momentary increase in water pressure.

Whoosh!

Whoosh! 

"Ug, ug God ugh stop, stop ugggggg!" Stacey was been rinsed thoroughly each thrust making her squeal with humiliation and discomfort.

The Mask pulled his cock with some difficulty from her twat. The hole gratefully clamping shut. The two pipes were clipped close again her inside still bloated with fluid and the faucet attachment was removed. The Mask waved his cock over her face as the Boss gripped her shoulders lifting her so she could suck. 

The men spoke together. "Is it too much? You need to go don't you? You need to shit honey, yeah? Empty that cute ass of yours?" 

Stacey only half acknowledged them the gurgling water feeling like it was slowly been absorbed into her body. The Mask thrust his cock in her mouth his hand jacking hard on his saggy foreskin length. 

"Yeah, yeah, yeah!"

The Boss squeezed her butt and she gave a startled expression and gargled in protest. The Masks cock was filling her gums, pushing against her cheek walls making them bulge. As he fucked her pretty mouth he explained. Once he had shot his load into her throat they would let her go to the john. The clock said almost 3:25 pm.

Stacey needed to go so much, she double her efforts her hot mouth sucking for dear life.

She felt the hot semen hit the back of her throat, the spurts emptying copious amount of white filth down her gullet. She gulped and coughed tasting the hot Asian load, the fluid smearing her pearl white teeth a trail coming from her wide lips as he withdrew in total satisfaction. "Yeahhhhhhhh!"

The Boss gripped her ponytail unfastening the tie so her blonde mane hung free. He pulled her up by it as she yelped her bound hands making it difficult to get to her feet.

The spunk was dripping from her chin onto her freckled chest, her eyes watery and pathetic.

"Get up stairs," he ordered. 

The Mask pushed her along as the Boss followed with the bag of tricks. She walked bow legged her ass swollen and unwieldy. The tubes hung down and as she began to climb the stairs the Asian slapped her butt getting a panicking yelp from Stacey. She felt the pressure on her hole even more now that she was standing and feared the rubber plug would just explode any moment from her ass.

Half way up the stairs the Mask gripped her shoulders. "Just here honey this'll do." 

She looked confused then felt the two pipes been tugged. The Boss was pulling them taut the rubber plug under pressure to eject.

"Aw oh God no, not here, no please let me ug, ugggg, uggggg!" 

The Asian held her firmly laughing the Boss straining to pull. "No do your toilet here."

"Uggggg oh no, no, no!" The ball was appearing spreading her ass hole wide the pink skin shinny and sore.

"Awwwwww shit, shit, please not on the... ugggggghhhhhh!" The thing was almost out any seco...

"Aww whosssssshhhhhhh!" 

The plug had finally spewed from her ring the water farting out in one torrential ass belch. "PhugggggggttTTTTT!"

Stacey ass released her load in a wailing continuous shit. Her sphincter coughed and spluttered the dirty fluid over the stairs, and down her calves. The revolting sound of escaping air and fluid made her almost retch; the two men cussing as the filthy spray spattered them too. 

"Uggh you dirty fucking bitch. You just fucking shit all over us." They taunted, as Stacey sobbed in horror.

They left the soaking stairs and discarded ass tubes behind as they reached her cute homely bathroom too late for poor Stacey. The room was white tiled with a shower cubicle and ornate free standing bath. The Boss rummaged in the cupboard as his friend rinsed the poor girl down in the cubicle. The black man found what he wanted. He produced a bottle of baby oil.

"Do you smear you're mans cock with this," he asked insultingly." I bet you do honey, give him a slippery hurried wank?" 

Stacey glared back. "You're both fucking filthy sad bastards." She shouted over the hiss of the cleansing shower.

The men pulled her out, and the Boss towered over her menacingly. "Listen, you fucking bitch how would you like to go through that again? Except this time we'll force the exit tube down your fucking throat. How would you like to shit into your own mouth?" 

Stacey was speechless her body slumping at the shoulders her knees nearly giving way. The image in her head was obscene.

The Boss continued. "We need a little time to get hard again for you; so until then we'll just have to amuse ourselves with a few little toys." 

The Asian unbound her hands and she looked like she might run. "Don't be a fucking fool;" he hissed in her ear. "Get in that bath tub and start oiling yourself up."

She felt the bottle placed in her hand. "Oiling?" She said quietly. "Every little bit of you honey." He replied. "Get yourself so slippery you'll look like you've been dipped in a vat of it."

Stacey got into her white central bath after removing her dirty trainers from her feet. The men then knelt either side and watched as she poured the oil over her tits, arms, and shoulders. It ran down her spine to her ass crack. It pooled in the bath and coated her thighs and legs. It covered her painted toes, her neck and down between her sampled slit. The two men began to strip until finally all three of them were naked in the warm afternoon washroom.

Stacey by now looked a golden brown the oil accentuating her tanned body. It glistened as she slipped and slid in the bath tub. The two men had not wasted the opportunity to smear and rub the oil into her soft flesh. The Boss had massaged her tits until the pink nipples stood out firm and aroused her modest domes hard and shiny. The Mask had opened her thighs and with Stacey hopelessly trying to stop him he had squirted the bottle head up her pussy. 

She squealed as he pulled her long leg making her slide onto her back. Once again the bottle neck was squirted inside her, this time oiling her sore butt hole thoroughly. Yes Stacey was now a very slippery, slimy girl indeed.

The clock downstairs chimed for the half hour, and the Boss his fat belly now covered in oil reached for the bag. Stacey watched eyes wide as a procession of sex devices was taken out and handed round. 

First there was a suction cup and pump, next anal beads then a ribbed monster dildo. Stacey watched innocently as each was inspected unsure of what each was used for. The men wasted no time in beginning to show her.




Just One Hour Ch. 02



Stacey could hardly keep herself level as her slippery body rolled around the tub. The men had her knees and they lifted one over either side of the tub her butt lifting of the ground her hands gripping the bath sides to steady herself. Her ass was so oiled up she only began to feel the beads after the first two inch parted globes had been slid up her. The ten plus beads were all the same size on a piece of flexible rod, the Mask slowly twisting it as he skewered her ass. 

"Ooohhhhhhhh oh, oh take it slower! Uhhhhhh!" She moaned like a cheap whore her pussy now also coming under attention.

The Boss had placed the clear groin shaped suction cup over her blonde pussy, the oil making a firm grip. The small tube snaked to the hand pump which the Boss began to squeeze, gently but rhythmically. Stacey felt the cup suck hard on her slit the removing air and oil making an air tight fit. 

"Uhhhh, what? Why?" She groaned four or more beads in her back hole, her clit been exposed as the suction cup pulled back her oiled clitoral lips.

The Boss continued to hand-pump the device; the oil around her pussy bud visibly bubbling. "You're going come for us honey, like the good little whore you are!"

Stacey began to moan slowly at first, but steadily building. The suction cup was flexing on her almost bare pussy, the thing making a dirty sucking noise. Her clit was under intense pressure the sensation like tugging and licking all in one. Her pussy canal had been sucked empty of any remaining air and her walls trickled with juice, that too been slowly drawn from her. She bucked as the anal beads now wiggled 6 globes in.

"Oh God!" She though biting her lip, "no further up please, pleaseeeeeee!"

The Mask quizzed her. "Does it feel like it's in your throat, yes? Good, soon this will feel like a walk in the park."

Stacey felt the beads been pulled from her, one after another, plop, plop! Finally the last one bust from her sphincter and she gave a satisfied grunt. "Ugg!" She wondered why he had said that. The sensation had been horrendous how worse could it get?

"Open your legs wider," ordered the Boss. "You're getting hot aren't you?" 

Stacey pushed her pelvis up looking down in awe at the strange Perspex suction cap. Inside she could see her flesh vibrating the sensations getting stronger and stronger. "Oooooo!" The Boss nodded to his colleague. "Quickly before the little bitch comes, hurry!"

Stacey began to gasp and splutter as the Mask pushed the fat dildo against her ass. The thing was large, like a rubber corn on the cob; but much bigger. The ribbed sides and rounded tip were twisted against her abused ass. 

"Uh, oh, oh, oh.oooooohhhhhhh!" 

She flung her head back nails biting on the porcelain rim of the bath. She was taking it. "God it must be 3 inches wide how the fuck was it going... ugggggghh!" 

Her rim stretched allowing the ribbed edge to bump along up inside her. 

"Ugggghh, no, no, uggggh!"

It felt like an arm or a fucking python. But this huge snake wasn't smooth instead the raised nodules made the penetration more intense. The sensation was ecstasy and pitiless humiliation. Her husband had done this to her! Made her the plaything of two dirty ethnics! The men had her totally dominated her legs wide like a cheap tart. She felt the fat dildo somewhere deep in her rectum amazed at how her body could accommodate it.

It was all too much. 

The clit sucker was working overtime, now this monster was busting her ass. She began to cry and moan at the same time. "Oh God ugh, ugh!" 

She knew she was coming, "Oh heavens the embarrassment her body giving in." The dildo was hard inside her as her anal muscles began to spasm. He clit burned and frothed. 

"Ugh oh, oh, ugh, no, no, nooooeeeeeeeeeeeeiiiiiieeeeeeeeee!!!" 

She convulsed slipping further onto her back. The Mask rammed the rubber cock to the limit her gut twisting. She desperately tried to grip the suction cup to pull it from her.

"Awwwwwwwwww!" 

Her ass muscles contracted more, shitting the huge cock almost out of her. 

"Oh, oh, noooooo ug, ugg, uuuuuhhhhhhh!" 

Stacey came like never before!

She collapsed a quivering wreck in the oily tub her long fingers finally managing to pull the sucker from her swollen bud and slit. "Urrrr thank God!" The two men stood over her satisfied with her performance. She looked up with innocent sexy eyes her face red with exertion.

"You beasts," she snarled.

The Boss held his fat limp cock over her and then she notice the Mask also had the same stance. She suddenly had a terrible idea what was next.

"Oh no you're..." She didn't get time to finish before both men began to urinate over her slim shoulders and firm tits. "Uggghhhhhhh!" 

Their piss splashed her face running in streams between her legs. The Boss pulled her hair towards him so he could hose her cute face. The Mask put a foot on the bath lifting him higher so his cock showered her brow down over her high cheek bones to that wide sensuous mouth. In less than a minute they'd fully relieved themselves over the panting, coughing, spluttering housewife.

They only had twenty minutes left with her by the time they'd yet again showered her clean. Stacey didn't care any more. She'd been deep throated, had her ass filled, then emptied, fucked with strange devices and finally pissed on. How much more humiliation could they do?

In her charming bedroom the Boss had found something. "Put this on," he demanded as he stood there oil black, naked his belly hanging over his cock. She gave an anguished moan. It was the Basque and stockings from her wedding dress. In his other hand was her delicate banded veil.

She shook her head but the Mask slapped her face. She gave a yelp then quickly began to dress. The men helped her, no time to waste. At last she was on the bed white Basque and stockings, no knickers but with her 3 inch white heeled wedding shoes on. The Boss threw her the veil and finally she was dressed for their fantasy.

The two men climbed onto the bed, the Mask shouting with glee. "I want our fucking bride's ass first!"

He pushed her down spreading her knees pushing them wide and back to her corseted hips. His cock was at her ass hole nudging her exercise sphincter. She felt him push and she moaned as the fat hairy Asian began to ease up her hot sickly sweet ass. Stacey gripped the sheets her hands rigid in discomfort. 

"Oh God, ugggggghhhhhhhh!" Her wedding night had been nothing like this!

Stacey gripped the bed sheets tightly her legs spread, knees bent. The Masks cock was not as thick as the corn type rubber monster he had used before; but she still gave a painful moan as the dark flesh squeezed inside her. The man gripped her corseted waist watching her ass gasp as more and more flesh was buried. She felt very hot around his cock the earlier oiling making him slip more easily in.

He pushed until his hairy base pressed against her tender cheeks. Her face showed the discomfort her lips nipping and eyebrows rising. He made his hip move in a circular motion and watched her butt wobble as if she was sat on the seat of a rickety train carriage. The Mask pushed her knees wider and down making her pelvis rise until her knees almost touched the sheets. 

"Ahhhh no, too wide agggg!" She felt like he wanted to snap her like a wish bone.

He began to thrust in and out of her butt, taking long strokes the cock coming almost all the way out before sliding firmly back to the hilt. 

"Ug, ug, ug, oh, oh, ugg!" Stacey grunted her arms gripping the bed board behind her head thrusting her bust up. "Oohhhhhhhhh!"

The Boss was enjoying the view. Stacey clad in white wedding Basque and stockings her legs painful wide, her ass taking the Asians cock with a dirty rutting noise. 

Phlut! Phlut, Phlut! 

"The dirty bitch loves it!" He announced watching her act so obediently. 

Stacey moaned shaking her head." No, no, no!" She thought over and over. Her ass was burning but the sensation was easing a little, only the sickening nudge of his head too far in causing her real discomfort. "Ugggg!"

The Boss knelt on the bed pulling at the Masks shoulder. "My turn." He ordered. Stacey gasped with relief as the cock popped from her hole. She was ordered onto her knees the Boss groping her fleshy butt as he pulled her into position.

"That's it like an obedient dog, bend over more honey." 

She yelped as his cock slid back into the slimy shit hole. He began to fuck her fast and hard his grunting almost as loud as her wails. 

"Ugh, ugh aww eieeeee, eieeeeeeeeee!" 

The bed was shaking as was Stacey her thighs quivering her hair now loose bouncing over her face like some wild woman. 

Her shoulder thrust forward with each deep ramming her mouth coughing spittle. He wanted her to scream, to pass out or collapses anything to show she'd never been taken like this before. 

"Aaaaaaaawwwwwwww Godddd nnnnnnnnnnooooooooo!!!"

Stacey began to convulse with horror a long wailing plea from her mouth, her claws tearing the pillows. "Agggggggggggggggg!!!!!!!"

The Boss satisfied she had experienced his fiercest ramming withdrew with another long moan from her. "Urrrrrrrrrrrrr!"

The Mask was pulling her hands to the metal bed board and he began to tie them with cord so they were firmly bound together and around the central column. 

"Ug no, don't I'm not resisting." She cried feeling a little more dominated now she was unable to get out of the doggie position.

The Boss told her to "sshhhhh" as he examined the bonds. "We've nearly finished now honey you've been a good girl, so helpful." 

Stacey could feel her cheeks been spread again finger pressing into her ass. 

"Aggggg what?" 

The Mask was smearing more lube over her hole his fingers slipping in and out with impunity stretching her tight muscle ring. The Boss put his hand over her mouth pressing hard. 

"Now steady Stacey, it's important you don't resist!" Her eyes show confusion yet an awful realisation that she just didn't want to know what was next.

She felt a cone of greased fingers at her anus. The Asiansa hand trying to prise her open, then push further in.

Her muffled screams filled the house as the Boss pinned her bucking shoulder and hips with his other arm. The Mask was pushing his hand up her ass. The pressure extreme the pain and burning making her almost feint. 

"No, no, noooooo!" She was frantic but held in place by dominating muscled arms, hand stopping her voice only her mind screaming.

The Asian was twisting his wrist his teeth gritted at the same time reassuring his sexy slave.

"Take it easy babe ugggg, that's it agggg yes, yes ohhhhhhh yessssssssssss!"

She felt his slippery hand pass the widest point her muscle closing back still massively wide around his hairy wrist. The Boss took his hand from her mouth.

"Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!!"

The hand was enormous inside her anal void. As he twisted it she felt like shitting, screaming and throwing up all in one. 

"Uuuuuuuuuuuukkkkkkkkk!" 

He rubbed it back and forth ever so gently and she groaned her eyes welling, her mouth quivering. The Mask groaned himself feeling her hot wet inside seeing her spine arch as he flexed. "Oh Stacey you dirty little bitch, mmmmmmm!"

She struggled to move her hips, her legs needing to keep so wide not to put any more pressure on her over full rectum. The Boss was lifting one leg and she gasped as both men began to turn her on her side. Her hands couldn't move so she found it difficult. The Boss was climbing under her instructing her to straddle him, till finally he was on his back fat belly like a dome with Stacey straddling his waist. Her hands were still stretch above his head the Asian man kneeling behind her his hand up her shitter to the wrist.

"Baby you're my little fuck puppet!" he teased his hand in sensual heaven.

The Boss was pushing his cock towards her pussy, then into it. 

"Agggggg!" 

She began to ride down on his cock the penetration made much harder than before with her ass full to busting with a fist enema. 

"Ugh, ugh, ugh!" 

As she gasped and rode the Mask was slowly pumping more and more, her anal tract widening under protest. 

"Ugh, ugh, ugh!" 

The Boss stared into her innocent eyes. "Oh baby I can feel his hand its so deep ugh, mnnnnn, mnnnnn oh ride it baby faster com'n your husband will be back soon!" 

She was sweating and moaning her eyes shut the feeling in her ass turning numb. The big black cock felt like a pole on which she'd been skewered and she was sure they were doing her damage inside.

She gave a pitiful moan to no one in particular. "Oh God why me? Ugggggg!"

"Clunk!"

The Boss heard the front door go and with the speed of a Panther he rolled from the bed reaching for his jacket. He pulled his pistol from the inside pocket and darted down stairs. The Mask and Stacey froze in mid pump her hair now a bedraggled mess over her cute nose.

In the hall Stacey's husband froze. In front of him was the big fat black guy totally naked covered in sweat. In his hand was a silver automatic pointing straight at him. In his other hand was his long crooked cock still rigid; the foreskin taut and pulled back pointing skywards.

"I fucking told you 4 o'clock!" The Boss hissed.

Upstairs the Mask heard who it was so did Stacey and she cried out his name in desperation. The Mask slapped her ass with his free hand and began to fist harder and harder making Stacey plead. "Oh no too fast, stop, stop, uh, uh, aw, aw, aww nooooooo!"

Downstairs her husband quivered haering the writhing upstairs, "Aw Jesus! What's happening?" The Boss grinned now quite happy he had returned to see the final act. "That;" he said triumphantly," is the sound of you're skinny bitch wife taking a hand up her ass!"

The Boss pushed Stacey's husband up the damp stairs closer to the obscene sounds. He could hear his wife grunting and gagging, her pleas going unheeded. Also there was a slopping sound of flesh been plugged and he knew all too well that the Boss was telling him the truth. As he entered the bedroom he nearly threw up. His gorgeous wife was on her hands and knees, her wedding white stockings and basque covered in an oily mess. His eyes took seconds to believe the scene.

Her head was on the pillow as she bit into it, her hands tied to the bed board. Her waist curved out and up to her peach ass and he groaned at the view. A man he'd never seen before dressed only in a crazy zipper face mask had his hand wrist deep in her anus. The slopping, farting noise was air and oil escaping from Stacey as he made rapid thrusts in and out of her. The hole was so wide he almost thought she would split in two, the noises from Stacey appearing to agree with his concerns.

"Awwwwwoooooooo, ug, ug, ug, eieeeeeeee!"

Each time the Mask withdrew the oily hand she squealed as her ass began to close belching air; only for him to ram back in again making her give a deep grunt, "uhhhhhh!"

The Boss pushed her husband to the side of the bed as he struggled back. He didn't want to get any closer he wanted no part of this. If he could just close his eyes maybe it would all go away. The Boss re-holstered the pistol in his jacket looking back at the man. 

"Don't even think of trying to draw this," he warned, leaving the weapon in easy reach of the man. "Or you'll be wearing it out of your ass." Her husband just looked dumbfounded he wouldn't know how to take the safety off, let alone fire one accurately. He nodded slowly still trying not to look at his wife.

Stacey let out an enormous scream. It was getting far too painful for her. 

"Jeezzzzzzzzzz stop awwwwwweeeeeiiiiie!" 

The Mask twisted his wrist and pulled his hand free with a sickening pop. Stacey screamed again her ass hole not closing fully, but instead remaining slightly gaping; a black wet hole the muscles needing time to regain their strength. 

She looked up at her husband.

"Oh you bastard! You stupid bas... They've; they've..." She couldn't even begin to explain to him the servicing she'd had.

The Mask was untying her wrists, his hairy torso almost as black as his colleagues, the sweat now dried and caked on him. He examined her seeping ass hole with his fingers.

"Yep that should do it, "he said knowingly. 

The Boss was stroking his cock again, climbing onto the bed.

"I've already spunked up her pussy," he explained to the pathetic man watching near by." Yeah filled your wife to the brim." 

Both the Boss and Mask began to twist the exhausted girl into the position they wanted, moving her hips lifting her stocking legs; her wedding dress heels dragging at the bedclothes. 

"Now we're going to finish the prim bitch in that plump cute ass of hers."

The Mask was on his back legs over the edge of the bed. Stacey was been lifted onto his cock facing away from him towards her husband. The man winched as he saw Stacey, long legs ever so wide sitting down onto the Asians prick. She shuddered as the rod bent up into her ass. He reached round to grip her tits tugging her back, and she gave a surprised expression as she was made to lean back the cock in her anus appearing between her raised thighs. 

"Uhhhhhhhh!"

The Boss now stood between her legs, lifting her knees so she balanced on the belly of the Asian. He began to angle his hungry monster at the same filled ass as the blonde protested. 

"Oh uh I don't no ugg, uggggggghhhhhhhhh!" Her husband put a hand over his mouth. I couldn't be possible! Stacey screamed and arched her back the Boss using his hands to force the issue until final he could ease himself in along side his friend.

She was taking two cocks up her ass! 

The two fleshy tubes different shades of black sliding against each other, Stacey's legs and hips lifted so high her husband could see under the Boss's swinging balls to her private cute plugged by two men at the same time.

"Uggh, uggh, uhhhh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhhhhhhh!" 

Stacey rocked up and down the Masks body while he gripped inside her basque to twist her tits hungrily. Both men were grunting with pleasure the void so tight, but slippery as well. The Boss groaned with satisfaction seeing Stacey's face knowing her husband could see and hear every disgusting detail. Both cocks rubbed against her walls, her sphincter now stretched like a pouting mouth. 

"Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The two men were bucking and ramming trying to gain an inch on each others cocks. As they both pushed in she felt her gut twist and spasm, tits sore, mouth dry.

"Ugh, ugh no more please uggggggggh!" 

She wrapped her long legs around the Bosses wide hips and ass, bucking herself as he pumped home. The Boss raised his hips punching his cock up inside, making her ass lift.

"Ugghhhhhhh!"

The ramming was making Stacey feel feint her head lolled from side to side as her moaning became more distant. The Boss was holding her under her knees looking down at his penetration.

"Fucking dirty bitch is taking them both ugh, all ugh, the way in, ugg!"

He began to rip her stocking from her legs, then pulling her heels off. The Mask unfastened the Basque till finally she was the naked oily skinned babe again. He pulled her legs together making her moan in discomfort her butt cheeks pressing closer together. His mouth began to suck on her delicate toes his hands caressing her calves. The Mask was pinching her cheeks making her look to the corner off the room were her husband stood horrified.

The Boss withdrew his cock allowing the Mask to bounce forcefully up and down. 

"Ugh, ugh, ugghhhh yeahhh! Uuukkkkkkkkkk!" 

He came, a hot torrent in her his zipper mouth smiling as Stacey just gobbled air like a fish out of water. 

He was tense for a few seconds them began to rant. "Get off me you fucking whore." He snapped rolling her onto her front a white trail emerging from her none too tight anus.




Just One Hour Ch. 02



The Boss was back on her pulling her up onto her hands and knees, burying back in with menace. 

"Yeah, uh, uh, uh, take it, take it ugggggghhhhhhhhh!" 

Stacey watched her husband standing directly ahead as the big man mounted her ass again. She felt his tool erupt coating her sore flesh with a mixture of runny and chunky semen.

"Uggggggghhhhhhh yeah ahhh, ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

To her husband's relief the hour was almost up.

The Boss began to dress satisfied with his hours work. As he put on his clothes he watched the Mask perform one final humiliation. He had a rubber ball the size of an orange. As he pinned Stacey's neck down he pressed the grease globe against her loose ass hole. She squealed and her husband protested but to no avail. 

With a despairing, suicidal scream from Stacey the thing popped inside her cavity, her void swallowing the sphere almost completely. Only a slight orange color could be seen gaping from her ass rim. She writhed around her nails touching the slippery surface but unable to get a grip.

"Aggg ugg get it out ugggggggg!"

The Mask pulled on his shorts and both men headed for the front door.

"She's all yours," they joked to the frantic husband as he tried to help his stuffed wife.

"If you get your fingers in far enough I'm sure you can pull it out!" 



Just One Hour Ch. 03



Debbie had dialed the police station desk three times. Each time as a voice greeted her she had hung up. The note dropped through her letter box was proof surely? But she'd not wanted anyone to know, hadn't she? Just forget about the whole thing, but now this. She was about to dial again. Then the phone rang.

"Hello," she said her head confused.

"Hi Debbie; it's nice to speak with you again."

She nearly dropped the phone. It was him the filthy black thug. It was the one who had sent her the note. He didn't wait for her to begin a volley of abuse, instead began to talk about her parents. He knew they were out, he knew all sorts of details about them. His manner was as calm and as menacing as ever. The note he explain wasn't an invitation it was an order.

"Let's not argue about choice honey, you haven't got any. Be at that address at 4pm and maybe when you return your house and family won't have burnt to the ground."

Debbie shivered in disgust. "You can't keep doing this." She shouted down the receiver.

The phone went dead.

She read the note again shaking her head. "Hi Debs meet me at the station; I would like an hour of your time. B"

Across town Stacey had refused to speak to her husband for the third time that day. Her mother made excuses for her once again and then hung up. The past four weeks had been like a nightmare. She remembered the face of the ambulance driver when he'd been called that evening; their embarrassing story of a sex game gone wrong. She was so ashamed; the hospital A&E nurses applying jelly and tugging, their faces saying a thousand words. But she couldn't tell them the truth instead she had just laid there red faced. Now she had her disgraced mother still tutting to herself a month later. She'd not spoken to her husband for three weeks, made up a pack of red faced lies to everyone and now this. She read the note again. The note described her younger sister in menacing detail before giving instructions where to meet, signed B.

That afternoon Debbie stood in her long raincoat, skirt and boots at the bus station terminus. She looked up and down the busy street.

"What was she thinking off, this was crazy." 

She turned to hurry away when she heard the pap of a horn. Across the road was a black pick up, an unmistakable shape at the wheel.

Stacey looked at the clock as she had hundreds of times that day as she agonized over what to do. It was past 4pm. She'd made her decision she had decided to say fuck you. She was scared but they wouldn't hurt her sister would they? Her mobile rang; it was the Boss and he was very impatient.

"Stacey lets not fuck around, take your cute ass and get in the van parked outside. Do it now, and don't speak to anyone. Her sister walked in from college as the phone went dead.

"Hi sis there's a big black guy parked over the road he say's he knows you. Seemed a bit creepy? Said he knew me but I don't remember him." Suddenly all the young blondes resolve had been washed away.

Two minutes later Stacey opened the van door easing her thin waist and ample butt onto the seats. The Boss smiled to himself then began to drive. Stacey just sat there like a statue. She was dressed in t-shirt and jeans, sexy sling back sandals on her feet. Her freckled face was tense, lips tight shut. The Boss didn't want to talk and drove the van a few blocks down before pulling into an alley.

"Get in the back." He ordered. 

Stacey nervously got out and turned the rear door hatch. As the doors opened the horrendous zipper face of the Mask leered out his muscled arms reaching to grip her wrist. She gave a yelp of fright seeing another figure, a young booted woman sat in the corner hands tied a cloth sack over her head. The Mask pulled her inside slamming the door shut. She struggled but he bound her hands. The other girl writhed at the sounds of the struggle till finally Stacey's mouth was taped and a bag put over her head.

The van began to speed away to its destination. In the humid dark rear of the van the Mask leered and gloated at his captives.

"That's right two of you this time. Your both so lovely and fuckable, and both so accommodating." 

He laughed as he stroked Debbie's booted leg. He traced up to her jumper. 

"We've got lots of games for you two to play together." He laughed again seeing both bagged head tense in realization. "Yes that's right girls, you're gonna get hot and horny with each other."

His hand went to Stacey's jean zipper. "But don't worry we'll play as well." He unbuttoned her waist top then slid the zipper down. Debbie could hear struggling and grunting. She shifted feeling the person next to her been man handled. The Mask had Stacey's trousers all the way off her, sandal heels looking sexy on her bare long legs. Stacey groaned through her taped mouth as she was pushed on her back her thighs being forced out wide against her will as she had experienced once before.

The Mask paused to turn to the covered head of Debbie. "Don't worry you hard titted bitch, it'll be your turn soon enough." His finger tugged aside Stacey's white small panties. "Now then Stacey what shall we fuck you with?"

The Mask held her panties to one side both his thumbs spreading her labia teasing her clit. Stacey wriggled the gag and head sack still in place. He twisted a fore finger into her hole, turning it back and forth like he was clearing out her tube. Stacey could feel his familiar fat finger tickling inside her but could do nothing like usual. 

"How had she ever got herself into this mess?" She thought to herself trying to ignore his pussy attentions.

Suddenly Debbie felt the hood been tugged off and she blinked and shook her hair from her face. 

"Might as well let you watch," sneered the face masked man. 

He was in a one piece boiler suit with nothing underneath, his hairy arms and neck looking as greasy and unwashed as ever. The crooked zipper mask made him look like some freakish evil clown the leather always looking shiny and wet. She could see the bare long legs and ultra waif body of the other girl. It was strange but now she seemed even surer she knew her. First she'd heard the few words and startled cry when she had opened the back door. The girl had a bimbo type voice a little nasally, reminiscent of her sisters best friend. Now the girls figure matched and Debbie's guts turned in embarrassment.

"Oh fuck it can't be, no it's can't!"

Her eyes widened in horror as she saw what the Mask had in his hand. It was a cordless pistol grip screwdriver. The type you use to screw shelving together with. On the tip where the interchangeable bit should be the Mask had fashioned his own device. It was a long dildo. One that looked like a man's cock, flesh colored with life like ribs. It was stuck or attached in some way to the chuck head. The dildo drooped as the Mask held the pistol grips like a weapon the rubber shaft been very soft and malleable. The Mask gave a quick press of the trigger and the cock began to spin at maybe four or more revolutions a second the length straightening out to a more firm rod. "Whhhhrrrrrrrrr!"

Debbie tried to shout but could only release muffled grunts. Stacey herself tried to move but was pushed back down her hood still thankfully on. The Mask barked an order.

"Open up you little bitch. Com, on I know you've taken a lot bigger than this." He spread her lips taking his finger off the trigger the rod coming to a stop. He pressed the motionless tip at her tight little entrance.

The narrow man type cock eased into Stacey's pussy the girl tensing a little. 

"What was it? It felt soft but long, was it his cock? No, no it can't be, more like plastic." 

She moaned as the length continued in deeper and deeper. "Oh god what is it?"

Debbie couldn't look away from the pinned girl, her thighs wide apart, the power tool cock almost all the way in. The van rumbled along and in the poor roof lit half light she saw the Mask's zipper mouth dribbling spittle as he delighted in his little game.

Stacey bucked as the rubber tip nudged her cervix. The Mask pushed again to make sure, and then he pressed the trigger again.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm!" 

Stacey convulsed in surprise her pussy shuddering to a confusing spinning intruder. The whine of the device told her as much as the rotating sensation in her shaft; the rubber cock vibrating against her walls as it spun with the forceful power of a fully charge battery. "Mmmmmmmm!"

The Mask marveled at the blurring shaft as it made the young woman's lips and clitoral hood vibrate in time to the electric hum. He twisted the gun higher knowing the cock would bend inside her but still keep spinning trying to straighten back out.

"Mmmmmmmmm!"

He pushed his hand under her head sack tearing the tape from her mouth. 

"Ooohhhhh! Uggh, uuggghh oh, oh, ohh, Jesus! Ugghhhhhhh no, no, oooohhhhhhh!" 

He wanted to hear her shriek as her insides heated up with the friction.

Debbie blinked in disbelief the man twisting the drill like he was trying to force a large screw into some plank.

"Oooohhhhhhh uggggggggghhhhhhhhhh!" Came the high pitch sweet voice

"Oh my God it is Stacey I'm sure!" Debbie, her mind swimming with embarrassment and fear.

The Mask was now fucking Stacey with the spinning cock. Pumping it back and forth in her slit; his other hand pressed on her flat tensed tummy pinning her down. 

"Whhrrrrrrrrrrrrr!"

"Hmm. Hmmm. Yeah, yessssss come on that's it baby ooooohh get you real loose." He twisted the cock up her hole in a spiral fashion widening her pink slit. "Yesss your pussy remembers doesn't it. Not as prim and tight as it was a few minutes ago."

Stacey's arched her back her legs pushing up to try to relieve the penetration. "Awwwww fuck stop ugggh no more, no more uuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhh!" The thing felt like he was drilling into her only the flexibility of the plastic stopping the whole humiliation turning into an awful injury. "Gggggggg get it out of meeeeeeeeee!"

The Mask slowly withdrew the spinning member. As the extracted length grew longer it began to flex and shudder showing the power flowing through it. The tip flicked hard against her pussy lips, the dildo no longer held in place by her fleshy walls before it straightened again and slowed to a stop. "Awwwwwwwwww, thank god!"

The man pulled her sack up enough to re tape her dry panting mouth before turning to Debbie. He pushed Stacey onto her side her fat round ass looking up at the other bound woman. The Mask steadied himself as the van continued to move through the busy streets. His hand slowly peeled back Debs mouth tape and she gulped air her wide sensuous lips still retaining most of her bright red lipstick.

She saw the rubber cock up close pushed against her lips and shook her head in panic. 

"Oh no ohhhh mmmgggggg!" 

The Mask pushed the wet rubber into her mouth pushing her tongue down her cheeks instantly pinching trying to halt its progress. She could taste Stacey's musk along its length and she felt she would be sick.

"That's it slowly does it, a little more." The Mask held the back of her head as he injected her mouth with this thin flexible dildo. He pressed the trigger the shaft beginning to spin.

"Mmmmmmggggggggggtttttttttt!" 

Debbie's mouth became a vibrating teeth chattering explosion; the rotating cock pressing on her wet gullet.

"Suck it, suck harder that's it." The rubber was rubbing her tongue furiously and she felt as he angled more he would bore straight down her throat. "Eigggggggggggggg!"

He pulled the spinning cock from her lips the spittle flying everywhere like a shaggy dog shaking itself after having a bath. Her eyes flashed in terror the spit over her nose and high cheek bones, ruby lips glistening. "Oh, oh, oohhhh!"

He leaned back to Stacey ripping of the bag from her head, the cute blonde rolling over to snatch a view of what was happening. She couldn't believe her eyes. 

"Oh god." She thought. "Oh no, no, not her of all people!" 

Sat facing her looking pale but still immaculate was the refined snooty face of her best friend's sister. Debbie shook her head angry that all her plans to keep her story quite were now thrown out of the window.

The hairy Asian unbuckled the front flap of his boiler suit as he peeled Stacey's tape from her mouth.

"Debbie! But what, how?" The blonde chick stuttered in embarrassment.

The long haired brunette glared back feeling in total humiliation the rubber cock resting on her lap, the shaft having been sucked clean of Stacey's juices.

She shook her head in disbelief at the girl's questions; as the Mask eased his hand up under her skirt to pull her knickers over her boots. "Who gives a fuck how or why you stupid bitch." She answered in a condescending school mistress manner feeling her material snap between her thighs. . The back of the van was damp and hot the air thick with sex. The masked man banged on the driver cabin wall.

"How long?" He shouted.

"Long enough." Came the growling reply.

"Good," he grunted opening the boiler suit flap completely and beginning to jerk his erect hairy slug. "When ever you're ready, ladies."

The Boss could hear the grunt and moans from the airless hold of the van. He was a little envious but he would get his turn soon enough. The streets had become more run down and in a few minutes he would be back on his turf.

In the back the Mask had dragged the bound girls into the positions he required. He had ordered them both to shut up although neither felt like talking to the other anyway.

Debbie was on her knees face down skirt hitched over her ass. The masked was knelt behind her one hand on her round firm butt the other holding and directing the dildo power tool. He was slowly pumping it into her tight pussy Debbie wanted to open her legs wider to ease the penetration; but the Masks knees were either side of her calves keeping her legs closed.

"Uggggh, ugh, ughhhhhhh, ughhhhhhh!" She moaned biting her lip face cold on the metal deck, her dark brown hair tied back in a Stacey type pony tail. The rotating cock was like nothing she had ever felt before. 

He groaned with pleasure as his pistol grip hand pushed and twisted the vibrating dildo in and out. He noticed the similarities in the girls, both with long tied back ponytail hair, both so slim with fine turned asses and legs. He knew Debbie had the fuller figure hips and tits; but there was also something about the tiny frame of Stacey's which made him want to stick his cock so deep up her she'd snap in two. He'd pulled the sweet blonde to her knees arms still tied behind her back. Now as he tool fucked Debbie doggie fashion Stacey head was bent into his lap taking his upright cock in her mouth.

The Mask only had to raise himself slightly at his knees to pump up into her hot throat. He didn't even need to keep a hand on her neck only occasionally tugging on her ponytail to angle her lips and mouth to give him greater pleasure. "Ohhhh uggggh, yesssssss ah, ahhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhh!"

Stacey could hear the whirr of the power tool and Debs vibrating teeth chattered grunts. She kept her eyes closed slowly bobbing her head sucking on the dirty meat.

"Mmmmgg, mmgggg!" 

His cock tasted sweaty, the saggy foreskin peeled back allowing her lips to fit snugly under the unwashed rim of his helmet. "Slurp! Slurp! Slurpppp!"

Next he rolled Debbie onto her back sliding the wet bendy member back into her slit. He'd greased the thing before starting and now Debbie's lightly haired hole was glistening with whipped gel her pink flesh looking tender and moist. 

"Oh, oh not more ugh, ughhhhhhhhhh!" 

The cock began to spin again the tip humming on her nerve endings; but at least now she could open her thighs wide, knees bent, boots still on like some back street hooker.

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugggggggggg!" 

In this position she realized the cock could burrow deeper still, her walls no longer gripping and refusing complete entry. "Ugggggggggggggg! Shit!"

She could see Stacey pause while the Masked had repositioned Debbie then obediently go back down on the man's spittle covered rough bell end. The Mask thrust up and Stacey her hands tied baulked and gave a startled expression her blue eyes wide as the cock rubbed up to her tonsils. 

"Deeper bitch, swallow more ugggghh!"

He twisted the pistol grip up, the dildo widening the brunette slit as he slowly retracted the thing from her. "Uggggghhhhhh Jesus! Uggoooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" 

Plop! 

It finally came out the Mask holding it upright, pointing it to the ceiling like a real pistol.

He took Debbie's leg then her wrist tugging her towards him as Stacey continued to service his rod. Debbie lolled about in the van her head on his chest, finally balanced back on her knees. She could see the back of Stacey's head as she bobbed on the man's cock a few inches below her chin. The Mask pushed the dildo back into Debbie's mouth the grease and juices smearing on her ruby lips as he slowly eased the trigger. 

"Mmmmmmmmmm!" 

Pumping the cock back and forth Debbie gulped and gagged; but now more used to the vibrating rod on her tongue and teeth.

She was almost grateful when he released the trigger tossing it aside. Pulling the blonde sluts head from his cock he forced Debbie's wide mouth down around it.

"Ugh, now your turn Debs uggggghhhhhhh!" 

She slurped and coughed as he bucked. Stacey was also coughing and whimpering a little the drool from her sucking dripping onto her lap.

"Ugh yessss baby, oh your tongue feels soo hot ugggh. That's its baby taste that dirty spunk hole. Uggghhh, not long now uggggh!" 

His pre-come was awash on her lips and inside cheeks. Stacey had done a good job of bringing him to near climax. She saw the blonde freckled face below her as the Mask made Stacey suck on his balls the light pink lips of the girl chewing around his hairy sack. All this while the van rock and bumped to its destination.

"Ugggggggggghhkkkkkkkkkk!!!!!!!"

He erupted like a fountain into Debbie's throat. The wad hit her tonsils making her convulse, the second shot a hosing of runny filth over her tongue. She tried not to gulp but failed a big glutinous sample sliding down her gullet.

"Ugggggggg! Cough! Splut!"

Her head came upright, Stacey's also as she yelped, the Mask tugging her blonde locks up so she faced Debbie. "Ohhhh!" Stacey gasped as if in surprise at the sight; Debbie's chin dripping spunk her red lips spattered with chunks of semen.

"Kiss!" 

The Masked barked pushing both women's heads together just above his chest. They tried to resist their lips smearing together the stink in their nostrils tender soft flesh touching.

"Uggg ukkkkk!" 

They both coughed in unison Debbie the more animated shaking her head violently in revulsion. As their lips parted, Stacey's eyelids fluttered in some type of horror spasm; Debbie spitting a mouthful of the dirty mans come over the freckled nose and wide eyes of the bimbo blonde. "Ugghhhhhh, oh, ugh, Eieeeee no Debbie!"

Stacey shook her head trying to clear her face, almost too shocked for words.

"Uggh you bitch, why, why?" 

The Mask was laughing though now less interested in them. He stood to dress himself banging on the side of the cabin again. Stacey the spunk trickling down the side of her nose coughed again trying to make sense.

"Why are you acting this way?" She spluttered at Debbie. "I've done nothing to you. It's not my fault you're here. Why are you pretending like I'm responsible?"

Debbie didn't answer as she panted trying to clear her airways of the man's spunk. She knew Barbie girls like Stacey were always responsible. Acting coy and innocent never standing on their own two feet, always needing a man. It was stupid tarts like Stacey who let men think they could get away with stuff like this in the first place. It didn't matter to Debs that she'd just as obediently sucked the man's cock. No nothing was ever Debbie's fault; but Stacey, well as far as Debbie was concerned that silly bitch had always been asking for this.




Just One Hour Ch. 03



The Boss heard the thump on the cabin wall. His friend had finished just in time. The van pulled into the derelict courtyard of the factory. The place was half demolished but the man knew where to park. Under a rickety canopy he could unload unseen. No one would hear or see, and the white tiled toilet block he had found earlier would be ideal for his guests to perform in.

The van pulled all the way up to the broken down entrance to the building. The afternoon heat was in the high eighties, the humid damp air making the approaching evening feel sticky and sensuous. The two girls blinked a little as the back doors opened the large shape of the Boss blocking most of the smog thick daylight.

"Where are we?" Stacey asked in a nervous voice.

"You don't need to know." He responded pulling at Debbie's arm helping her out. "All you need to remember is do what you're told and you'll be home before dusk."

Debbie wrestled a little her eyes glaring with hatred. The Boss pushed her through the door the Mask bringing Stacey behind.

"You think you're so special don't ya?" The Black man growled. He was tired of Debbie's cocky attitude. "Even after our last little get together you still think nothings you're fault. Well honey you didn't have to come back did ya?" 

Debbie shook her head. "You made me!" She shrieked indignantly looking back at Stacey for some type of support.

"Yeah sure, sure," he mocked guiding her through the dark echoing corridors. "Never thought of calling the cops, eh? No that would be so embarrassing for you, wouldn't it? And well you'd never want anyone to think you were as fallible as every fucker else, would you?"

The group arrived in at their final destination. It was a large room with no windows just a large half smashed glass roof. It was a toilet block of some type with dusty white tiled walls and floor. There were toilets, cubicles, a row shower heads, and appeared to be a part of some run down gym or public baths. Other side-rooms ran off from this one but they were hidden in shadow. Around the ceramic hall were other items that had obviously been brought here earlier by the two crazy men.

Debbie thought the scene reminded her of that awful cellar where she had been taken the first time. Stacey began to pant and shake a little the familiar surroundings of her home the first time somehow helping to deaden the fear; this time the seediness of her predicament having a greater effect. There was a metal single bed, an iron bath tub, ropes and pulleys and some equipment her innocent head couldn't suss at present. "Ohhhh," she cooed in fright.

The men decided not to waste any longer. Sat on top of one urinal was the egg timer. The Mask turned it for the correct length of time as the Boss began to unfasten the girl's clothes.

One hour left.

The men untied and undressed the women as they both stood there knees shaking, their expressions one of worry and humiliation. Eventually both stood almost naked. Stacey had only her sling back sandals on, her long calves looking shapely, her pear shaped waist with a tiny almost shaven blonde pussy. She stood covering her small breast her neck freckled the tied back hair giving her face a harder bony look. Debbie had been stripped to her heeled knee boots; thighs firm her own figure still slim but with more curves. She didn't try to cover her tits, the globes pointing forward, natural but silicone in their firmness. They'd untied her hair and the long brunette mane hung almost down to the base of her back. Her red lips fixed in an arrogant pout.

Both men were already sweating. Each had the boiler suit on nothing underneath one tug on the groin flaps and their hungry cock would spill out. The Mask grabbed Debbie, the Boss closing in on Stacey. "Let's get to work."

The Mask was slapping Debbie's ass making her yelp pulling her towards the pulley hooked into the roof, ropes and buckled hanging down from it. The Boss forced Stacey's hand onto his suited crotch bulge and she could feel his erection menacingly hard under his clothes. He pushed her towards the bed Debbie shrieking as the Mask harnessed her in the pulley device. 

"That's it on the bed bitch com'on." He rolled Stacey onto her back spreading her thighs. He pulled her small wrist down to her slit ordering her to open herself up. Stacey's finger tips eased back her pussy lips the pink flesh showing.

The Boss head was moving down, his tongue already flicking her fleecy pussy hair.

"Just lay back and watch the show," he said with a grin, Stacey now facing the forcefully suspended Debbie. The brunette was trussed good her legs apart, arms behind her back a harness holding her three feet off the floor. The Mask had roped her fine tits and a leather dog collar was secured round her neck. The Boss pressed on Stacey's inner thighs widening them still as he looked up. 

A noise suddenly came from one of the dark side rooms. From out of the shadows appeared a figure. It was a big black woman, maybe forty plus dressed in some type of basque and stockings, looking like a whorehouse madam. Her thighs were massive a female version of the Boss's, her melon tits exposed, her ass big in proportion to everything thing else. Fastened around her meaty crotch was a harness with a large curved black dildo the surface knobbly like a pickle. The Boss nodded to her in greeting.

This is Big Mamma, "he announced looking back at Stacey then to the upturned Debbie. He sat up and invited 'BM' into the room. She waddled in, looking mean and lustful at both girls. Her eyebrows raised at the sight of their slim bodies the sweat already beginning to bead on their tender soft flesh. "Well Mamma," he continued, "which one would you like first?"

The big woman made a theatrical circuit of the room gazing at the captive girls. She smiled at the Boss and replied in a deep southern accent. "Why waste time honey, I'll have them both at the same time."

The bed was dragged across the floor until the mattress lay under the suspended Debbie. She looked down at the face of Stacey who was gripping the bedpost pale with nerves. Big Mamma climbed onto the bed as Stacey tried to sit up. The big black whore slapped her across the face straddling her neck and face kneeling up to the suspended open thighs of Debbie.

"Listen to me you pair of bitches," she growled angling her ribbed black cock down to Stacey's mouth. "You better get it on with me real good yes sir."

The two men watched as she began to pump the dildo into the blonde's mouth while sat straddling her face. BM opened the thighs of Debbie hanging in front of her, burrowing her mouth onto the brunette's clit and pussy hole. "Mmmmmmmmmm, slurpppp!"

Debs gritted her teeth feeling the woman's tongue circling her vulva pressing in. She bucked as an effeminate finger pressed against, then gently into her exposed ass hole. Debbie giving a feint gasps of disgust. The woman grunted still pumping down on Stacey's mouth. The pinned girl had her hands up, pushing the woman's heavy thighs away from her cheeks; her mouth slavering to contain the ribbed vinyl cock. BM teased as she pumped.

"That's it honey you suck that big black cock. Make it real wet for when I shove it up you." She looked back up into the eyes of the trussed Debbie. "Boys," She called. "Get my toys out."

Stacey gave a shriek as the woman swung around pulling the young babes thighs thrusting her fat hips between them. The rubber dildo slid up Stacey's pussy as she gulp and groaned. Then the black bitch began to hump the blonde's brains out.

Stacey was hooking her long legs around the wide waist of the woman. Big Mama pressed her stubby fingers into Stacey's mouth bucking hard ramming her strap-on up against her pussy walls intend on making Stacey squeal. "Eiieeeeeee ug ug uggggghh!"

The Boss handed fat woman another strap-on. This was different more like a mask with a bit for biting on, attached to a Perspex cock. Stacey tried to push back but it was useless the woman was massive compared to her. As Big Mamma fucked up the girl's pussy she fastened the harness around Stacey's head forcing the bit into the desperate girl's mouth. She had no choice but to bite down the harness sealing her mouth replacing it with a long Perspex cock making her look like she had a hard trunk.

Debbie began to plead as Stacey was made to knell in front of her suspended open wide thighs. The group slapped and shouted at the blonde bimbo forcing her into position. Then the fucking could really begin.

First Stacey's head was pushed up against Debbie's clit the mouth cock easily sliding up the arrogant bitches' twat. She groaned with humiliation as Stacey began to pump back and forth her hazel eyes wide staring up at the trussed bitch. They widened still as BM mounted Stacey from behind fucking her aggressively again using her weight to make the small blonde continue to pump back and forth with her head; mouth fucking Debbie's hole.

"Ugg, ugg, uggg hmmmmmm!" Debs moaned with embarrassment seeing the pretty face of Stacey between her thighs her nose at her clit the cock sprouting from where her mouth should be jabbing in and out of her hole.

"Ooooooohhhh ugh, ugh aggg!" 

The thrusts of the black woman were making Stacey buck, the strap-on rubbing and filling her pussy. She could make little sound apart from strange gulps and gargles, her mouth biting onto the swallowed end of the face cock.

The Boss stroked Stacey's head as she face fucked encouraging her; his fingers pressing on Debbie's clit his other hand roaming, groping tits and ass of both girls.

"Good girl fuck that big pussy hole. Faster come on." 

The Mask was gripping Debbie's long locks tugging them back making her swan neck stretch her shoulder tense. His other hand gripped a perfect domed tits squeezing and caressing. 

"Do you like been suspended? Trussed up no where to go. I bet you do, we could do anything we wanted and you would never have to blame yourself for not resisting would you, you dirty bitch?" 

Debbie gave an angry yelp of pain but didn't reply. She felt the Perspex cock slide out of her completely as Stacey gripped the bed the rear fucking becoming so difficult to bear she could no longer concentrate on that and servicing Debbie at the same time. She gripped the mattress, nails biting into the fabric her body on fire.

The pounding bitch noticed Stacey's discomfort and increased the force of each forward rut. 

"Is it ugh bad baby ugh too much uggh? Such a tiny waist and tight chute, uggh."

The woman had something in her hand now; a fat black butt plug, which she pressed against Stacey's wobbling ass hole. Stacey shook her head the face cock swaying very much like an angry elephant. BM forced the plug into her sweaty ass, three or four inches all the while continuing the monotonous rutting back and forth. The two men decided to concentrate on Debbie. She was unable to resist as they pushed their filthy fingers into her ass and pussy. Then into her mouth, then back to her holes. She was slurping nad retching on her dirty juices her red lips glistening with spittle. The dirty Asian was greasing a strange device.

"What's, th, th, that? She stammered seeing the Mask oil up a shinny medical type tool.

He pressed the cold metal onto her slit the wings pushing in and against her pussy walls. The Mask began to manipulate the speculum; the devices two arms widening, opening her pink pussy hole. Debbie gave a shrill scream of humiliation feeling her body open involuntarily. The Boss pushed her neck and head from behind helping her look down on the operation even though she didn't want to look.

"Oh god, ahh, ahh no no too ugghhh!" The Asian was cranking the device to maximum widening her hole till the tender flesh was gasping open her shaft a dark deep tunnel.

Stacey gave a crying splutter as the Boss finally removed her cock gag. The Big black woman was also dismounting her, the pickle type rubber strap on looking wet and hot with use. 

"Oh god uggh cough! Please cough! Just stop!" She said not looking up, hair a disheveled mess.

The Boss gripped her crazy mane. "Ok bitch, now give us that little hand of yours." 

He pulled Stacey's wrist squirting gel along her long fingers and manicured nails. Debbie began to moan in realization of what would happen next, Stacey still looked confused. The two men crowded around the hanging hips of Debbie as Big Mamma lifted Stacey's arm towards the wide thighs of the trussed woman. 

"That's it honey nice and easy." She said in her southern drawl. "We want to see you shove that little hand all the way into to her."

Both girls began to protest. "No it won't go, I can't!" Etc, etc. But the group was quite insistent. "Oh yes it will go," assured the Boss winking at Debbie. "You'll find it'll go just fine."

Debbie felt the small wrist and nervous fingers at her stretched pussy hole. Stacey sobbed as she pushed inside Debbie, her pink flesh yielding to the hard greased hand.

"Ugggggggg fuckkkkk oh, oh you fuck bitch aggggggggg!" 

The hand sank in deeper to her wrist the trussed girl shuddering. 

"Awwwwww ohhhhhhh, no, no, nooooooo!" 

The men encouraged the blonde ordering her to begin pumping. Stacey refuse then shrieked as they slapped her. The blonde's wrist began to foam with gel as she pumped in and out, the whole harness Debbie was in swaying gently. The Boss stood behind her head and pulled Debbie's chin back so she looked at him upside down. "Start sucking," he ordered unzipping his cock from his pants.

The Mask was knelt under the swinging brunette ass. He pressed a gel smeared neon dildo into her ass twisting as it went. Debbie could do nothing but gulp the sensation of hard rubber and hard hand and cock flesh inside her three hot holes. The girls had been in the toilet block for only fifteen minutes the air dusty and hot, the bed and leather ropes creaking with animated bodies. Stacey concentrated on the fisting aware the Mask still had one hand on her free wrist his other hand pumping Debbie with the rubber cock. 

Stacey turned to look for the big black bitch. But just at that point she felt the woman's hand on the base of her spine holding her plump butt plug slowly pulling it out. Pop! Big mamas fingers then began to press on Stacey's ass hole, two then three, then four then..."Aggggggg uh uhhhhhhhhhh oh, God ugh ughhhhhhhh!" 

The big woman was forcing her greased hand into Stacey's tight little ass. It didn't want to go but she persevered, pressing down on Stacey's back to hold her steady.

"AWwwwwwwww Jezzzzzzz plop!!"

Now both women were suffering the unbearable indignity of a hand deep inside their bodies. Stacey taking the black hand of Big Mamma inside her tiny ass while she was forced to fist into Debbie's stretched wide pussy. The Boss had an excellent view as Debbie deep throated him. "You fucking dirty bitches." He growled enjoying how Debbie's tongue circled his helmet rim.

Stacey moaned and writhed, feeling like a monstrous glove puppet. The fisting seemed to go on forever the black witch twisting and flexing inside her chute. Stacey could feel the anal dildo rubbing against the hot inside of Debbie pussy her walls gripping and bending as she deep throated the huge black thug. The Boss was gritting his teeth near to climax he signaled for Stacey to stop.

Stacey pulled her hand slowly from the open twat the juices glistening the pussy farting as she withdrew over the knuckles. Her own ass was stinging and felt unbelievably full. She was going to throw up she was sure of it. Her sphincter had closed tightly around the black woman's wrist and even she was unsure if it would open up again to allow her hand out. Stacey was moaning like a whore the woman pumping back and forth her snow white ass highlighting the buried black wrist.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh!" Big mamma was gently twisting affectionately coaxing the girl." That's it baby so slow, all the way, all the way in your tight little hole. Such a good little slut"

The Boss began to jerk his own cock. "That's it Debbie keep sucking I just need to let you have it in the mouth baby." She felt the ass dildo rubbing back and forth then suddenly. "Ugggggh ukkkkkkk!" He came in her throat. Unable to spit easily head upside down she swallowed, gulping the salty wad into her tummy. "Mmmmmffff!" 

He bucked until he was sure all the spunk had been released onto her tongue and roof of her mouth, and then he withdrew.

The Boss adjusted the harness making her sit more upright looking down on the ass fisted Stacey. The Mask had the bag open again this time producing a huge elephant size cock. It was plastic ribbed about 12 inches long and a ridiculous 4 inches wide. He smeared it with gel before positioning it against Debs pinned open hole. Debbie didn't say a word just began to moan and grunt as the cock began to slide up inside her canal the speculum keeping her wide enough for its 4 inch girth. The Mask pushed hard 8 inches in and then it wouldn't go any further, he realized this so began to withdraw then pump back fucking her 8 inches deep with the monster dildo.

Stacey was pleading with Big Mamma. "Ugh god no more, gets it out awwwwww ughhhhhhhh!" 

The woman was trying to pull back but Stacey's tight little chute wouldn't give way. The bimbo screamed and thrashed her blonde hair bedraggled her eyes flashing as BM twisted and tugged until finally. Splop!

Big mamma unfastened her strap-on then fixed it around Stacey's smaller shapely hips. "You're turn to do me honey." Stacey just looked in disbelief then Big Mamma narrowed her eyes. "It's not an invitation it's an order you skinny white bitch."

Debbie was wriggling the sweat pouring from her back as the Mask pumped her with the monster cock. He pressed on her clit in a circular motion building her to climax. She tried to resist god she tried but like times before this bastard was too much an expert in stimulation.

"Ugh, ugh you fuck ugh, aw, aw, ah, ah, ah, ah ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" 

She bucked on the harness as she came her fingers trying to push the Mask's hand from her burning clitoris. "Ugggggghhhhhhh shittttttttt!" She shrieked with sensation and he finally released her over sensitive bud allowing the wet dripping python cock to drop to the bed. Finally he un-cranked the surgical device letting her lips to close gently together, juice still dripping from the very loose slit. "Ohhhhh thank God!"

The Boss lowered the harness unbuckling Debbie's beautiful long legs, unclasping her tied bosom and strapped round butt. She could see Big Mamma sat on a chair her fat thighs wide apart. Stacey was stood in front of her fucking up into the bitches' sloppy hole as BM forced the pretty face of Stacey onto her big black nipples one at a time." "

Suck these puppies honey, ugh yeah you're doing a real good job. Ride me baby ride me!" 

As Big Mamma began to grunt with excitement slapping Stacey's ass as she pounded, Debbie was led by the hand across the room. She struggled to stand her legs and thighs exhausted. In the shadows of a side room she saw him. A dirty old tramp chained to an excuse for a bed. He had been gagged and his pants stripped showing filthy old underpants.

Debbie couldn't help but screw her face up in disgust. "Oh god he's a filthy freak!" The man seemed scared or confused as he backed into a corner.

The Boss laughed pushing the naked lithe brunette closer to him. He bound her arms to the bedpost of the crappy bed, Debbie pleading for him to stop. "Come on old Bill," he snapped kicking the scared man, "let's see if your cock works anymore."

Old Bill shuffled to his feet. He had a dirty grey beard his age in his 60, s maybe but looking far older. Debbie was knelt naked on the half collapsed bed. Her hands were tied to the bed post her butt raised slightly with her legs together kneeling. The dirty tramp looked up and down her trembling sweaty body. Her admired her painted toes, her soft calves and toned thighs. Her arms were skinny and tensed a little, that swan neck the hairs on end and her pouting red lips, eyebrows raised arrogantly. He coughed a nervous cough.




Just One Hour Ch. 03



"Get the fuck on with it you old bastard." Snapped the Boss impatiently.

He began to strip, Debbie whining slightly but not trying to escape. She knew she'd agreed to all this; it was too late to start getting second thoughts. Old Bill was down to his dirty underwear his cock poking out of his Y-fronts. He climbed onto the bed his cock brushing her leg and she moaned a little in disgust. His hands caressed her body down to her tits gripping hard. How many years since he'd felt such firm flesh if ever. He grunted in pleasure as both hands gripped her tits like he was holding the handlebars of some riding machine. Debbie bit her lip shifting her butt the cock trailing along her peach ass.

He rubbed his tip against her slit like an animal trying to mount, the bell end pressing, searching. The Boss was chewing gum arms folded leaning against a wall.

"That's it man, she's real loose. Slide your cock all the way in. I doubt this dirty bitch will even feel it touching the sides."

"Ahhh uggg!" She did feel it. The tramps saggy foreskin member buried up inside her, his flesh feeling cold against her hot juiced inside. "Ugghhhhhh aw!"

Back in the main room Stacey was exhausted. The effort of thrusting her hips back and forth against the fat thighs of Big Mamma was taking its toll. The black woman was cussing and rocking her face screwed up in delight. Stacey looked down watching the rubber cock blur in and out of the woman's hairy bush.

"Oh baby yeah, that's it uggh. Oh honey ugh, ugh, ugh fuck me, fuckmiieeeeeeeeeee!"

She climaxed gripping Stacey's hair pulling her long locks over her face as she yelped with the pain. "Uggggghhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhh!" She was slapping the blonde's ass forcing her to thrust a few final times till Big Mammas pussy could take no more. The Big bitch convulsed pushing Stacey away her clit too sensitive now for any more rubbing.

"Awww fuck uhhhhhhhh!" Moaned BM as she sagged on the tiny chair any second the frame threatening to collapse with the weight.

The Mask gripped Stacey's arm making her stand. "Get that fucking cock off you," he shouted almost tearing the harness from her hips. Stacey yelped as he too slapped her ass. He dragged the bimbo back towards her discarded pile of clothes, searching for her mobile. He picked it up putting it in his pocket. Big Mamma was dressing putting her toys away.

"I've seen and had enough boys. You ladies have a nice time ye' hear." And with that she clipped out of the sweaty tiled room.

The Mask pulled Stacey's arms behind her back binding them.

"No you don't have to do this." She moaned. "I'm doing what I'm told for fucks sake."

But the Mask liked his women this way, shoulders pulled back tits raised, unable to resist. He sat on the chair his legs apart opening his boiler flap again. His cock pointed straight up and he peeled the skin back to examine his rough helmet. 

"Sit on this bitch," He said through the zipper mouth hole and pulled her onto his lap facing away as if sat on a seat. Stacey straddled him her heeled sandals touching the floor her butt hard against his pelvis the cock like a pole straight up her cunt.  

"Ugggggghhhhh! Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh!" He began to pump up into her.

The blondes grunts added to the gasps and groans from the side room. The old tramp was fucking Debbie hard but with the experience of a life time. His cock angled and rubbed his hands twisting her tits as she groaned in protest. 

"Ugh, too ugh hard ugh!"

But he didn't care. Her hole was loose and wet his cock circling in the tunnel to press on her walls. Been tied again she felt helpless and totally dominated. The black thug was close up enjoying each thrust, each nipped lip, each blazing glare from her luscious eyes. She groaned with building arousal the old man more of an expert than she'd ever imagined.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh!" The humiliation of his taunting excited her more, she felt such a whore.

"Ugh, ugh, hmm you dirt little bitch. Aww God your so wet, so fucking ugh wide and deep ugggghh! Juicy big tits hmm ugghh." 

He pulled the long hard nipple down like he was milking a cow. "Oh baby can I milk ya? Do you like that you big sow? Ugggggh "

The Boss suggested another idea and Debbie gritted her teeth as the tramp twisted two fingers into her anus. "Oh fucking hell you're loose her here too. Ugh I can feel my own cock rubbing ugghhh!"

The man was getting tired his face redder and redder. 

"Ugh can't hold on muchhhhukkkkkkkk!!! Yeahhhhhhhh!" 

He shot rapid ejections inside her his hands slapping her butt twisting her tits the man hanging on to her for dear life as he convulsed. She collapsed onto her belly arms still tied ahead of her; the tramp almost unconscious on top.

"Ugggg oh I've come in ya, oh baby, oh baby hmmmmmm!"

The Boss left them for a second to fetch something Debbie trying to buck the man from her. "Get the fuck of me you filthy old bastard." He knelt up looking at his saggy wet cock, winking at it in praise."Nice one boy, you sure needed that didn't you?"

The tramp was about move away when the Boss pushed him back. Debbie looked over her shoulder the Boss lifting her tummy to make her kneel again. He had a plastic funnel, thrusting the spout 3 inches into Debbie's upturned ass hole. 

"Aw Jesus what no, ugh!" The Boss pressed down till the tapered end of the funnel pressed against her rim pointing straight up the spout deep inside.

"Be still you bitch," he ordered gripping the funnel keeping it rigidly in place. "Now I want to see this old bastard empty his bladder inside you."

The man was nervous, hesitant the funnel opening Debbie anus fully, the spout deep in her rectum.

"Do it!" Snapped the Boss his large arm tensed, the muscles bulging intimidatingly.

Old Bill held his limp cock over the shaking funnel rim. Debbie was wriggling looking over her shoulder seductively her mouth cooing as she moaned disgust.

"I'm sorry honey." He said embarrassingly.

"Ooh ahh, ugggghh!" The tramp began to piss a trickle at first then whoosh, his cock hosing the funnel with his filthy hot water.

"Agggggggg oooohhhhhhh shit, shit, shittttttttttt!" Debs shuddered, the hot fluid filling her ass canal. The piss stung like acid the liquid warm and plentiful.

"Uggggggggh oh, oh, ohhhhhhhhhh!" His was still pissing at full force her void now swollen like a second bladder. Air was bubbling out of the funnel end as the piss slowly streamed down the spout. Glug, glug, glug.

The tramp coughed and spluttered, his cock bucking the final remnants into the open cone. As the Boss slowly extracted the funnel Debbie's ass dribbled the yellow liquid over her slit onto the bed. She groaned feeling her hole give way slowly the piss belching from her like a wet shit. "Uggggghhhhh ohhhhhhhhhhhh!" Her puckered anus spluttered and popped as the piss pumped from her, down her thighs onto strong calves pooling on the bed around her knees.

She could hear the loud grunts, almost screams of Stacey from the main room. The Mask was fucking her hard. Stacey sat on his seated lap facing away from him her legs over his hairy knees. He was bouncing up and down lifting the tiny blonde up on his cock before letting her fall back down forcefully onto the rigid upright pole.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh!" 

Stacey couldn't get off her arms tied and she screamed as he fucked up her hard and fast one hand on her tits and waist gripping her like a huge fuck doll. His other hand held her mobile, flicked open, pressed close against her high boned cheeks.

Stacey was grunting and moaning as the masked man rammed up her. "Oh ugh, ugh no, no, ugh ahhh!"

On the other end of the phone Stacey's sister sat shocked but confused. The caller ID said Stacey, but what was going on? Was it her sister? She couldn't tell, but then she heard a recognizable childhood yelp and shrieked herself. It was her!

The Mask gripped the waif bitches hair with his free hand grunting in satisfaction.

"Ugh yeah baby ride me, ride me." 

He pulled the phone to his zipper mouth taunting the blonde bimbo's sister. "Ugh can you hear her? Ugh fuck! Your sisters a hot tight fuck ugh. Dirty little bitch has me all the way up her ugh! She milking me baby gonna shoot my load up her any second ughh!"

On the other end her sister dropped the phone as Stacey's high pitched squeaky voice shrieked over the airwaves, the Mask pushing up as hard as he could.

The Mask pressed the phone to Stacey's mouth as she moaned and grunted. 

"Uggh, ugh, ugh, ughh!" 

The leather face-clad man came, filling her pussy with his second wad in an hour. "Ohhhhhh Stacey, yeah ugggggh, ugh, ugh ohhhhhhhhhh!" He dropped the phone the line going dead back at Stacey's home, her sister standing in the living room hands over her mouth in shock.

The spent masked freak rubbed his hands over her sweaty exhausted body. He lifted her from his wet cock allowing her to collapse onto her knees sobbing. Debbie was slowly staggering from the side room still looking elegant and tall her body glistening in the half light. The Boss had her arm guiding her like they were taking an evening stroll together. The tramp was creeping to the exit still frightened yet exhilarated his bonds now free. Debbie ass had emptied over the bed, now she gingerly held her cheeks in embarrassment as she staggered forward.

The Boss pushed her tumbling over Stacey both girls falling to the ground legs and arms entwined.

"You've both been real good girls." He laughed standing over them his arms on his hips. He admired the two girls. First Debbie; tall and arrogant, legs forever her tits hard like melons. Then to Stacey; Barbie blonde, peach ass and ultra waif waist with that shocked freckled goody, goody face.

Another voice echoed in the room.

"Ah Mr Boss good afternoon."

A suited dark skinned man had entered the room. The Boss turned and grunted at him. "You're early but your merchandise is ready to go."

The man smiled then raised a finger.

"There's just one problem we can only take one. Even then we are taking a big risk."

The Mask snorted in "hey that's not our fucking problem you ordered them."

The Boss raised his hand," fine but its still the full 50,000 bucks."

The man nodded without hesitation, he couldn't argue he had a plane to catch.

His looked at the timer less than a quarter of an hour left. He also knew his crazy friend had used the mobile. They were pushing their luck. The Mask was flicking his dangling cock as he waited for a command. The Boss gave the captive women a choice.

"Now I'm gonna fuck one of you really hard; too hard for you. And the Mask's going to help me after he's pissed in your mouth. The other one, well we don't have any time left my acquaintance here has paid a lot of money for his fuck toy." 

Two other suited men were wheeling a human size crate into the room. One of the girls was going air freight.

The sluts began to babble and splutter; pleading. Neither gave a damn about the other, both filled with disgust at how the other had acted. The choice was clear; kidnap abroad for someone's perverted pleasures or remain here surplus to requirements and the only witness to what has happened. The Mask was producing nipple clamps and other mean looking devices, the Boss stripping from his boiler suit.

"Time to decide which one." Announced the big black thug looking to the suited men.

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"Well you seen their adventures its time for you to decide. Who stays and who goes. Drop me a line for your choice of which unlucky future for which babe. Imagine you're the suited client I'd be happy to give you any more details to make your choice." Finc 



Just One Hour Ch. 04



Thank you for all your votes on all three-story sites. The client has taken your advice. It was a very one-sided result.

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Her head was swimming, a feeling of been under a big blanket; that dark oppressive warmth. Her body was aching and she took a long slow exhale. She remembered the men and the grappling trying to stop the needle going into her arm, the big crate open and waiting for its cargo. The blackness had come quickly and in her last desperate seconds the dirty tiled washroom had warped and paled in colour just the gasps and grunts of her co-captive filling her ears before the long night began.

How many hours, no, more like days had she been unconscious she didn't know. 

Her white out vision sharpened and the heavenly light turned dark and grey, the air smelled sweet the hums of distant traffic evident like an auditorium whisper. Then she realised she was still in the crate. The air holes allowed beams of stabbing light into her den and the young woman was able to knell up and half stretch her body. She was now dressed in a tiny skirt, high-heeled black shoes and schoolgirl white blouse. Her arms were tied behind her back her chest pushing at the fabric her breast standing to attention without aid under her braless blouse. Her jaw ached and she bit down only for her jaw to remain open around the big neon ball gag. 

The crate suddenly rocked and tipped sending Debbie against the wooden side the noise of trundling wheels drowning out footsteps and diminishing traffic noise until the outside world had disappeared completely.

She could hear voices but didn't understand the language. As she struggled and kicked the two voices stood close by in conversation. Then the light vanished, Debbie plunged into darkness before a big metallic door slammed shut.

She slumped in a steady pant as the humidity increased the box claustrophobic. The drugging was making her still feel limp and tired and she was half awake when the metal door re-opened and still in darkness a hand knocked with commanding power on the crate side.

"I know you're awake in there," the dark voice said in passable English. "I know you must have questions but all you need to know is that you are now a slave and cannot escape. Now remember to behave and think yourself lucky you were the one bought."

Then the light came on the shafts through the air hole illuminating her cage. The voice turned to another entering the room. This one spoke in a deep foreign tongue. The dark voice continued in English..

"She's top quality, " he said the other voice replying now in her native tongue," I would expect no less."

The first voice moved away towards the door," Remember," it said as it pulled the iron door shut," You've paid for just one hour." The metal clanked; the sound of bolts snapping in place, and Debbie looked up with big expressive eyes as the crate lid was quickly snapped open.

The sexy brunette struggled to see the brightness making her blink, a big silhouette of shadow above her. The man was flabby but hairless like an old boar all fatty thighs and belly. He wore nothing but a leather jock strap cutting into his big ass and love handle hips. His face was masked, a rubber fetish type his neck bulging around the bottom of the tight chin strap the effort of opening the crate already showing on his sweaty heaving chest.

He looked down at Debbie the girl curled with heavenly legs tight in those high heels scraping on the wood her shoulder back the yawning surprised look on her face as she gobbled the neon gag. Her eyes were like saucers in a puppy dog plea.

"I hear you're fresh today," he groaned his hand rubbing his bulging pouch. "Welcome to this most secret club." 

He reached down Debbie wriggling but it was easy for him to pull her up forcing her to stand. She looked around. The windowless room consisted of a fine solid bed with along side it cylinders like you would find in a surgery. There was also a steel table with items on.

Debbie shook her head trying to pull away the man gripping her by the bound wrists and making her step out of the crate." Now listen, I only have an hour and it costs a fortune so don't fuck me around." His hands roamed over her body his paws pressing through her blouse onto her globes then running up her thigh groping her shaven bare pussy.

"Tight and firm in all the right places," he grunted apparently pleased with his purchase.

"Over to the bed!" He pushed her along Debbie's legs struggling in the high heels after been cramped in the crate so long. He put her onto the bed face down then straddled her, his fat groin pressing into the small of her back. His hands began to unfasten the ball gag and she spluttered as he removed it.

"OH god please I just want to go."

The man stroked her hair and she gasped and wriggled pulling her long brunette mane back like the reins on a rearing up stallion. Her chin rose, her snooty nose pointing to the roof.

"You're not going anywhere from now on," he announced giving a crooked smile on his mask. 

"I..I.." She didn't know what was happening.

"Let me explain." He laughed. "I paid more so I could explain it to you for the first time." The man gripped her cheek pulling her face back to look over her shoulder at him; enjoying her expression as he gave her understanding.

"You're in the most filthy whore house possible. I couldn't even imagine what you will be experiencing from now on. The clients who come here apart from being very rich are also shall I say very creative in their desires. That why it costs so much."

"On Jesus what do you mean," Debbie gasped still wriggling. 

He rolled her onto her back Debbie breasts pressing at the blouse top wanting escape.

"Please what are they going to do?" She stammered. He ripped open the shirt his hand squeezing her hard fruits the nipples like fat boils. "Anything they can't pay for in the outside world. The world you use to be part of." She yelped and bucked but he pressed down with his bulk his hands still on her tits.

"Lovely, very succulent very maternal." 

He looked to the cylinders at the side. "You see," he explained his hands examining her breast expertly," I'm a doctor by profession." He ripped open the blouse fully his hand trailing down her washboard stomach. "So fucking slim and nubile," he said choking back his desires.

He nodded to above her head. There were two leather manacles either side of the head board

"Your ankles need to go in these," he said moving down her hips his hands reaching back to grip the heeled feet.

"No, no, don't!" She screamed as she tried to pull her self up his hand pushed her back onto the bed then he wrestled pushing her body back using his weight to pin as he pushed her right leg up and back. Debbie groaned in effort her eyes blinking as her calf came so close. Her heeled foot flexed tapping against the headboard as he used the manacles hoping her ankle tightly. She was shaking her head in refusal.

" No, no! Please don't put me in this position. It's awful."

But he ignored her turning to her other leg pushing it back knee bending trying to resist. But it was useless her thing pins easily bent back her other ankles soon in the roped leather hoop at the opposing edge of the headboard. 

"Oh God" Debbie said arms behind her back chest heaving her thigh spread wide both her lovely legs either side of her head; bound to the headboard. The man felt down her thighs the skirt still on but now only no more than a belt her slit and ass winking at him cheeks wide apart her pussy mound bare and raised for his attention. In this position her excellent breast produced a deep valley cleavage her knees pressing in either side to create two perfect dome hills.

The man stood back his erection now impossible to contain in his pouch. He tugged the fabric to one side his stiff cock springing up his balls hanging low in a stretch dangling sack. 

He began to adjust the dial on the upright cylinder using his hand to trace a fine clear pipe from the value head down a long coiling snake to the table. He reached the far end of the pipe narrowing to a smaller tube. Which he then smeared with grease.

Final he climbed back on the bed Debbie shaking her head not sure what he intended.

"Look I'll be good, just don't..." she stared down at the strange pipe tip. 

His finger pressed on her pussy the man's head fixed at a tilt his tongue flicking through his mouth slit as if in concentration.

"Be calm," he said his fingers entering inside her pussy; opening her canal. She looked down between her wide thighs seeing his other hand slowly feed the tip then the tube into her. "Nooooooo, you fucking filthy bastard!"

She bucked and he shouted in a frustrated voice. "Be still bitch." His fingers pressed deep but not sexually, more like seeking a spot. She felt the internal examination of an expert the sensation of the pipe deep, very deep, "what was he ugggg!" She shook her head realising he'd gone too far the pipe head through her cervix, "Oh God no, please what are you oooohhhhh!" 

With one hand on the pipe at the slit the other reached to the cylinder value turning on the compressed air.

"Ooooooooooooooooo!"

"Now steady!" He snapped, the saliva dripping from his mouth hole. "Just relax let it in, that's a good little bitch."

Debbie felt her womb filling with air. She shook her head again but couldn't move her pelvis the air like a constant inexorable force filling her.

"Oh Jesus stop, you're fucking crazy! Nooooo! I can't take it."

The man shook his head. "Just keep calm you'll expand." He adjusted the pressure, "there, a little more I think." She arched her back heels tapping on the headboard as her body began to enlarge. "Oh God I can feel it, I CAN FEEL IT!"

"You're so cute," he gasped his thick erection bouncing against his potbelly. With the value open his hand now moved to her tummy a clear bulge appearing. 

"And now you're going to have a nice pregnant belly for me to play with."

Debbie eyes widened at the sight. She could feel her inside expanding what nature took 9 months he was doing in 9 minutes. But it was the sight of her own flexible soft skin firming and then beginning to dome that made her eyes cross in disbelief

"Oh no it's can't be happening? No, no, no!"

The pervert nodded as his hand caressed her glistening sweaty bulge. "Yes I'm afraid it is my dear, you're looking so beautiful now."

He increased the pressure Debbie moaning in discomfort. Her body was resisting now it needed convincing to expand any more. The leggy super bitch groaned as her womb inflated more and more her figure now of a heavily pregnant woman. Satisfied his fingers entered her again unfastening the internal value slowly removing the pipe.

"It will take a little time for air to escape my dear. Long enough for my games with a cute big tummy babe."

He greased his cock as he sat between her spread thighs. His hands returning to caress her impressive glowing belly. Debbie's tits were now like two smaller siblings nestling against the larger mother dome. His fingers then ran down to her ass hole his other hand directing his cock. With her legs back either side of her head she presented herself for easy mounting.

"Suck me in," he ordered his cock pressing on her exposed anus. The tip pushed her open Debbie groaning in disgust the man having to lift his belly onto hers so he could ease his pelvis all the way filling her anal chute with his thick cock.

"Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!" Debs gritted her teeth, nostrils flaring in an animal pant.

She felt him deep up her rear his hands now caressing her tummy his pelvis slowly pumping back and forth fucking her ass the feeling off expanded womb pressing on her rear canal.

His slurping cock increased in speed her legs taut straight trying to accept his thrust keeping her inside as rigid as possible.

She was grunting the hard dick pumping her tiny body the man mesmerised by her shocked disbelieving expression." Yes, yes take it you sexy preggie bitch," he gasped." Dirty young tramp needs to be taught a lesson for having such a big bulge."

His fucking became more aggressive her ass bucking her shoulders hitting the headboard Debbie gasping and moaning at the same time.

"OH please I need to pee..." Debbie cried her bladder feeling the pressure. The Masked man was delighted pulling his cock from her gleaning anus reaching and unhooking her legs. Debbie's feet returned to the bed closing her thighs making her tummy seem even more rotund and large. She wriggled from the bed teetering on her heels her bound arms feeling painful behind her back.

She looked around but what could she do there was no john. "Where please...?" She stammered about to release. The man gripped her waist pushing his body behind her as she stood with tightly closed legs.

"Do it here bitch," he ordered directing his cock back up her ass crack. "While you're impaled on me."

Debbie's mouth opened in a horrid yawn his cock sliding back up her ass the double-sided pressure now too much to bear or resist. She opened her long legs her body looking stretched in heels her tummy like a big-bronzed dome her melons now squeeze between his dirty fingers. Then in a humiliated groan released her bladder.

"Nooooo," she shouted in disgust pissing onto the floor the sensation of relief mixed with her anal assault; slow lifting thrusts of his cock almost pumping her bladder empty. He was in heaven as he groped her improved body helping release his bitch of her liquid. As she finished he pushed her forward a little his hips slapping hard the sound of wet flesh hitting wet flesh his cock buggering her with new intensity.

Phut! Phut! Phut!

She could sense her tummy had shrunk a fraction and she gasped with relief his pounding having a positive effect on her insides.

He was groaning gasping near climax his hand on her long hair tugging giving himself leverage to rut hard making her heels rise to tip toe her voice become high pitch indignant yelps. At the last second he pulled out spinning her around his hand wanking his cock against her sweaty domes.

"Urrrgggghhhhh!" He erupted over her belly and globe titties his other hand on her neck holding her close making her watch and he ejaculated long shots of come over her enlarged tummy, filling her belly button some spattering her pink helmet like nipples. 

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When he was finished he staggered to the door hammering for release. Debbie dropped to her knees panting heavily the come dripping from her deflating tummy. The man stepped out the door slamming shut. In a few minutes she staggered to her feet pacing the room her breathing getting more and more laboured. Her arms burned behind her and she kicked and screamed at the metal exit.

Then finally the lights went out and the door opened. Outside was black too and she sensed a presence. She could hear a tiny high-pitched whirr and the breathing of someone nearby.

"Stand still," the dark voice said in a hiss.

The man could see Debbie in brilliant green his night vision goggles working in this almost pitch black world. She screamed as his hand grabbed her wrist binds but he just slowly ease her around and step-by-step she left the room. She couldn't see anything but her hearing told her walls were near by; the echo of her heels on a hard floor. As she moved groans and moans came into earshot only to pass by then fade.

The man moved her along the corridor past the other slave rooms to the shower cubicle. Debbie was silent unsure or unable to say anything she gave a surprised yelp as the shower came on but calmed when she realised his intention was to clean her expensive body.

"You did well, "he said above the spitting of water his hands rubbing her body clean at the same time sampling her full rounded figure. She felt his hands on her tits, pressing down her relaxing tummy then over her ass and inside her thighs. She gave another shocked yelp as he pressed the hose onto her pussy rinsing her shaft. The water filled her and he whispered," this will help."

"Please let me go," she mumbled I don't deserve this." The man stroked her head rinsing her hair. She could just make out the glint of the infrared lenses the electronic whine quite intense close up. The man replied. "I hear you begged to come here, take me, take me!" He said in a high pitch voice mocking her. She remembered back to the tiled room in her hometown. She'd been desperate. She remembered Stacey's face as the noose went around her neck the Boss and Mask about to enter her from both sides for the last time.

"Oh Jesus no, no, noooo!"

"Only room for one in the crate," they had said.

"I...I...I had no choice!" She stammered the water giving her goose pimples; her nipples rock hard the captor's finger and thumb enjoying this fact.

He moved her from the shower still in absolute darkness towelling her body down.

"Now," he said as he helped her along her wet heels slipping a little. "Your next client awaits."

The man stood behind her facing the door as he turned off the goggles. He was instantly in darkness like Debbie. She felt his hand on her binds holding her in total control, she was starting to realise there really no escape. The bolt clicked open and the brilliant light flooded the corridor. She tried to turn her head to look at him but his big hand held her chin pointing her forward coaxing her to step into the room.

"P-P-Please, that last man was insane," she stammered as she squinted her captor and owner pushing her gently in to the room. He allowed her to take in the scene before replying dryly. 

"He only paid 10,000 for you. See what you get for 20,000."

The room was almost exact as the one before but this time it had a medieval upright stock. The warmth was stifling a roaring hiss filing her ears. She froze her mind in overload as she saw an old skinny man looking about 70 his face in another rubber mask. All his wealthy clothing was missing hiding his elite status and now he looked pathetic.. 

The old bastard in one hand held a walking stick his knees shaking as he stood. Around his groin was a rampant curved phallus, the belt and harness of leather the massive dildo a dull metal banana. Somewhere inside the thick steel shaft was his decrepit prick insulated from the intense outer surface. In his other hand he was holding an ignited blowtorch painting his metal shaft up and down with heat.

The man looked up from his steaming cock his body filling with energy at the sight of the tall brunette stunner, ruby lips a gasp, tits like headlights, legs like two stretched rubber bands.

"Remember as always," the dark voice said pushing her forward reminding her latest client of his rental agreement.

" Just one hour."

THE END 



Just One Hour Ch. 05



If you want to know how my snooty sister Debbie got herself enslaved in the most insane bordello in the world; you can read her journey in the earlier chapters. If you don't really care then jump straight in. Remember anyone can visit her there if your fantasies are worthy enough-just drop me a mail with your nasty requests. Finc



Kris sat back in the cool air-conditioned world of the private limo. The brightly coloured street whisked by, the afternoon a simmering, steaming haze after the intense midday sun. The folded portfolio on the seat showed idle ticks and circles, evidence she hadn't really been concentrating anymore on the day's negotiations. It had been a great business deal, but somewhere in the day concentration had begun to wander. Business was everything; but ever since she realised she needed to come personally to secure the contract her mind and thoughts had been split.

She had been to this hot humid place once before, but on that occasion it had been for a very different reason. It was here she had her first and last experience of an elite underground club. Now years on it was an opportunity to revisit that very special place; a place where the most bizarre sex games could be acted out with captive angels. The down payment had been transferred yesterday; you see it cost $2000 just for them to answer your enquiry. And if they don't like the sound of your enquiry you don't even get a reply. The accounts are untraceable; they only want the most serious to even try contacting them. The place was an urban myth in elite circles, but she knew better

Kris was already a member, inducted two years back by her ex steel magnet partner. The experience had been terrifying, disgusting and totally lacking in morality; but so exciting too. After, she told herself to forget, that it wasn't right, that it wasn't for a lady such as her. And it had worked until now. But like a moth straying too close to a porch lantern she had reason to be here, to be so close that she found it impossible to resist temptation. It was like a voice in her head urging her on. But things today had not gone to plan.

They had rung that morning as the early forties multi-millionairess passed through the airport arrivals. As she signalled to the limousine waiting to collect her she answered the call.

"Yes Kris speaking?" 

"Do you wish to make a request?" Came a question without even an introduction.

She realised instantly, "it was them!" 

Her heart raced. The last time it had been her partner's party, now this was hers alone. She replied quickly in a sweet voice. "I'm in town today and I wanted... er," pausing unsure, someone who did million dollar deals unsure.

She continued." I... wanted an hour?"

"When?" Was the ice cold response. 

"Today, like I said I'm just in town and I..."

"Today?" The phone voice said incredulous.

"Yes?" She replied with a grimace already realising by the tone of voice she was asking too much.

"Impossible!" Was the swift reply. Then the phone went dead.

She cursed herself, not for the lost money but foolishness. They hated surprises and rich or not did she think she was booking tickets to the opera? 

That had been this morning and all day throughout the important meeting the thoughts of what had been denied clouded her concentration. As the beautifully groomed blonde sat through presentation and graph after graph her mind was on other matters. If only she had known she was coming earlier she might have gotten an appointment.

The opposite chairman coughed nervously a number of times bringing his attractive visitor attention back to the board room table. For her it was a long day. 

Kris was glad when the finally deal had been done and she could get out of this damn city. Now as she sat in the airport bound limo the phone rang again.

She answered with a tired voice then nearly dropped the handset. "It was them again!"

"We now have a vacancy." Announce the ice cold feminine voice.

"But I'm on the way..." Kris blurted out before even thinking.

"We are behind you now," the voice explained Kris spinning her head trying to see a car following. "Are you still interested in a reservation?" The voice had the arrogant disinterested slant of an exclusive restaurant. 

.

She gulped realising she only had moments to decide. "Very well I'm pulling over," she said decisively and a little too loudly.

Her heart was racing, her breast heaving inside her tight expensive blouse and black suit.

The limo dipped down a side street then the black business attired Kris stepped out, the driver confused but not questioning. She signalled for the limo to leave and looking around nervously dialled on her phone. Gus her current toy boy answered. She was controlling her breathing as she explained the deal had gone on longer and there were loose ends. She'd be staying tonight taking a flight tomorrow. Her lover laughed, there were always complications and to ring him later this evening. 

As she finished the call a sinister big BMW pulled up alongside, its windows blacked out. She was aware of two people in the front seats. It remain stationary the engine on idle.

The business woman opened the rear door and sat down. As the car moved off neither of the two front seat occupants turned to her. The driver was a shaven headed heavyset man looking all the way a hired gun. The passenger was a slim blonde woman, dressed in black, a device on her lap. 

She passed it over her shoulder still looking at the busy street.

"Your payment is $20,000; please process." Kris was going to complain, sessions were priced to the extremity of sex game. "But I only..."

The blonde woman looking like some super bitch cut her short. "A client sadly died today. He had a double session and both were $20,000." She turned to look with a beautiful impassive face. "He had a heart attack on his first session of the day." Her eyes fix the blonde babes surprised stare, "do you want his session or not?"

Kris kicked herself, "fuck; just do it, what the fuck! The money was irrelevant. Why the hell was she arguing?" Her thoughts snapped angrily frustrated with herself.

She nodded quickly inserting the card in the hand held machine making the transaction. 

The super bitch handed over a hood and Kris placed it over her long blonde locks, pulling it down over her high cheek boned face. Obscured from the outside world by mirrored glass she sat in darkness. Kris wasn't too nervous; she kept reminding herself she'd done this before.

***

It had been weeks in this hellhole but Debbie still resisted. She knew it was easier to be complaint, to submit but her mind refused. She thought she was defying them but in truth her disgust and angry fire retained her premium value. They didn't need mindless exhausted sex dummies. Well not unless the client requested that, then a drug concoction was administered. No, what they offered for the expense was resistance and refusal. And in that department Debbie was not disappointing her clients one bit. 

The days were the same in their horrific metronome frequency. First a morning sex session then an afternoon session. In between were showers, rest, forced exercise, food, bed and nothing more. She knew she was not alone in here; hearing moans through insulated walls. No doubt the source was nearer to high pitch shrills muffled by sound deadening concrete and foam. Her captor if there was only one she saw mostly by the green tint of his night vision goggles or as a shadow in the doorway as another "dirty scum bastard pervert" entered to spend an hour with her. Those she saw many of.

The men she couldn't forget. Some were masked others more blatant, rampant in their obscene appearance. All slavering sex crazed creatures, the money, the dungeon and Debbie herself a heady mix of erotic overdosing for these clients. The last visitor was as demented as any. If ever there had been poetic justice then her last session was it.

As she sat waiting on the high back chair she remembered back with quiet satisfaction to those mornings events.

The sex cell had been pitch-black early that day. Debbie struggled to keep her toes touching the floor. Her arms were aching as above her head her wrists were tied together suspending her from a chain and ceiling attached pulley. Her shoulder blades were pulled in tits thrusting out. The curve of her fantastic figure accentuated down her spine to the taut uplifted ass, everything tensed in this stretch position. She was naked and in the humid blackness dripping with sweat. Her mouth was gagged with a hollow rubber ball as it had many times before. She wasn't sure how long she'd been hanging there in darkness; sometimes she waited hours while the clients prepared themselves. She'd been escorted from her holding cell by "the green haze" in total darkness not bothering to beg or try to reason today. The captor had spoken as he used his night goggles to see while he tied and stretch her into position.

"You're proving very popular," he had said in a quiet slow paced voice. "I have many re-bookings for you already." 

He stroked down her back admiring her in the all green tint. He smiled seeing her arrogant upturned nose and snapped shut lips, refusing to talk today. As he fastened the ball gag in her mouth he mocked her arrogance. "You're in excellent shape and premium quality. I see no reason why you can't have a career with us lasting many years." He smiled seeing her eyes go even wider in the pitch blackness; that thought sinking in.

Now hanging in darkness for ages she heard the door open but saw nothing apart from the glow of green night vision goggles. For a moment it remained open a person was entering, but not the green glow; that disappeared as the door slammed shut. Someone was breathing in an excited pant searching near the wall. Moments latter the long bank of humming neon lights flickered then sprang into glowing life. Debbie closed her eyes hearing someone continue moving about. She squinted slowly the light painful, opening her lids bit by bit until she could use her vision again.

"Hello my dear," he gasped trying to keep his excited breathing in check, "I'll be your inquisitor for today."

She tried not to react, every time she tried but it was difficult. Her body stiffened a little as she slightly twisted on the pulley chain her mouth making a gruff sound in frustration and disgust. "Oh fuck," she thought, "not another interrogation fetish." 

The man in front of her was fat, blubbery fat, and bullet head bald with pig pink skin. Lots of it. He reminded her of some fat Germanic baron from a movie; only the monocle missing. His accent was from that part of the world too, an arrogant east European slant. But his words were in English. He was naked apart from rubber boots under a big rubber apron an obvious crotch hole cut in the front of it. Around her was a cell converted to his needs. A workbench, this chain type pulley she was dangling from and on the floor in front of her a machine with cables that she knew was some type of big battery.

The man stood for a moment admiring the stretch lovely, her porcelain white skin was beginning to bronze with copious amounts of sweat, her long brunette hair in a pony tail her full lips a crimson red. His cock was hardening at the sight of those thrusting globe tits, indeed as described. "Like bug eyed headlights on an hourglass figure." He wondered if to poke his erect member through the rubber apron hole..." no he'd wait a while." 

Henrick had been here before but not with this girl. How he made his fortune in the collapse of communism when he was young is of no matter only that he represented the ideal client, a man who does not flinch at spending $40,000 dollars on a day's extreme game. He'd booked a double session he always remembered after the fact something he'd wished he'd done at the time. This way he could have a fine lunch and return refreshed in stamina and creativity later on.

He came closer his hand stroking up the side of her waist all the way up to her stretch arm; then down again curling around to fondle her ass. He stuck his pug nose up close to her impressive heaving breasts sniffing like an animal, his licking lips already glistening with saliva. 

"I'm going to make you beg for my cock," he whispered in an excited husk. "Oh and by the time you can beg, you'll mean it trust me." Debbie gagged mouth coughed but could not respond anymore. "I want a confession. Admit you love it here, love being treated as a rich mans plaything."

The buzzer sounded and he looked at his watch, he knew they were very particular about time, not a minute more, not a minute less. He looked around. "Ah there it was as ordered."

Debbie's head turned to one side as the bucket of tepid water splashed against her shoulder and neck, rivulets rushing down her body like over a wondrous undulating land. Her eyes were wide; dark pupils looking straight at him her jaw biting on her gag. "Ah yes beautiful," he whined almost like a child. 

He came closer again gripping her behind her back pulling her tits onto his slobbering mouth; his fat lips biting and taking long teat stretching sucks. His angry slurping mouth was dribbling spittle to the floor, his jaw opening as wide as possible.

"Bigger!" He growled teeth pinching and pulling, "get bigger you hot little bitch."

She twisted and danced on the spot his fingers now rubbing together, nipples held tightly elongating at his attention. "Good you can't stop them hardening can you?" He laughed; Debs face flush with embarrassment and anger. His big rubbery lips licked, his eyes mesmerised by her fabulous melons. Like hard ripe fruits defying the pull of gravity.

He pulled away his cock slapping on the inside of his rubber skirt. He bent down picking up the clamps, Metal pincers tensioned to bit shut unless pressed strongly. Each one was attached to a yellow cable running down to the battery.

He grinned making the pincers snap like two angry creatures.

Debbie shook her head as he waved them in front of her face. "Why did she do that?" Her own mind snapped in anger," you're just pleasing him more!" 

He nodded in excitement as if hearing her thoughts; yes he wanted her to be scared. 

"Now stop wriggling while I connect you up." He said in an impatient school master type voice. His own apparent indifference making his cock twitch like crazy.

Her nipples were now easy targets; full succulent bolts Debbie biting on her gag as the pincer jaws gripped one then the other. A quick strip of duct tape and both breast were secured, her teats clamped and firmly attached. 

He stood back switching a dial on the battery machine to his desired setting, then holding a switch a bit like a cigarette lighter on a lead. His finger hovered above it like he was about to blow up a bridge. He felt his stiff cock tapping inside his apron eager to come out to play.

"It was time to show her, show her how pleased he was." 

He reached inside his apron pushing his hard curved cock out and up his balls also spitting through the rubber hole, so he stood there his manhood exposed in all its glory around a black backdrop of rubber. His free hand went down to stroke his cock as he pressed the trigger." Now dance my dear!"

Debbie felt her tits swell the electricity like needles on her nipples her whole body stiffening. Her eyes crossed her head thrown back. It was a long but bearable burst her body juddering, ass clenching so much she thought she'd suck herself inside out.

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!

He stopped to allow her body to relax her limbs to give way and her arms take the weight of her slumped form. Through the hole of the ball gag she gasped for air. He studied her panting dripping body, wild eyes, bedraggled hair matted to her face. Her thighs were apart as each ankle was in a leather hoop pulled towards a ring in the floor. She hung legs apart twisting at the surge of energy. 

It was a fantastic sight. His cock and balls had swollen so much he doubted he could pull them back through the rubber apron hole even if he wanted to. 

After a few moments he repeated the shock treatment, then again, then again, over and over. The room hissed with electricity the hot babe's tits seeming to glow and expand. Her eyes rolled her body a dripping mess as she jerked back and forth. 

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz! 

He lifted the battery pack onto the table adjusting the dials again. She'd get more this time. He pressed the switch again.

Debbie's hair was standing on end her body arched forward on tip toe, back curved tits thrusting so far forward as if trying to escape her body. He left the power on looking at the tools on his table. There were rubber spiked dildos, hoses and bladders; all his chosen toys. Finding a smaller wire clip he grunted in satisfaction turning and casually flicking off the power not even looking at her. 

Debs gave a muffled moan her breath returning her knees turning in as she slumped; her arms taking her weight. "Jesus," she thought to herself the room spinning, "I can't take much more of this." 

Then she saw what he planned next."Oh God no!"

He attached the wire to another node of the battery pack and as Debbie struggled to resist he knelt down between her legs. His dirty finger ran up to her shaved slit probing finger and thumbs gripping pulling. "Yes your clit," he said seeing she understood his intentions, "give it to me, hurry I'm paying by the minute," 

Debbie felt the little teeth of the crocodile clip bite her fleshy bud. Her face red at how causally and easily he played with her body.

Standing legs apart rampant and proud his cock tapping his apron he then pressed the switch again.

"Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!" 

The sensation was unbelievable her nerves endings alight her eyes seeing spots then almost white out. Her nipples were on fire and she imagined smoke billowing from her tits points and any second an explosion from between her legs. Her pelvis jerked forward her mind imagining her clit like a balloon filled with helium rapidly until it popped. "Ohhh God," her mind screamed, understanding already that she would indeed confess, beg for his cock and be thankful of it. "Anything to stop this!" 

Pleased with her shaking head and wild pleading eyes he looked at his watch then reduced the power to minimal ebb and flowing tide. The sweat was beading in her eye sockets her red lips awash with saliva, the new humming sensation making her groan and moan through the gag.

"Tingles doesn't it?" He laughed. 

He checked the dial again then moved closer unlashing a cute ankle then the other. He could feel the tingle in his hands like strong static making his fingers a little numb. His mouth drooled as he thought what it was doing to her clit. Seeing her beautiful eyes react to the power made his erection like steel.

He would come in her now. That would leave just enough time to get hard again before his session ended. And he would get hard again. Now he'd exhausted her with electrodes it would be easy to lay her on the workbench play anal games with the bladder and hoses. He looked at that open red-lipped mouth. She'd talk filth to him pleading to let her suck him dry rather than let a balloon grow so big it exploded inside her. And after he'd come she say thank you with such relief. He was sure of that. They always did.

Kneeling down he unfastened her ankles from their binds. He then gripped her hot toned thighs pulling them up and out. His pink stiff cock looked like an attachment to his black apron the head searching for her entrance.

He angled his tip pushing in past the warm crocodile clip his cock feeling the electricity rush down his rod to his balls. He gave a groan of excitement, just bearable enough his sack feeling the power of the battery his own body tensing tightening his erection inside her hot deep tunnel. 




Just One Hour Ch. 05



"Oh God this was ecstasy!" He thought as with a slow final thrust he impaled her to the hilt. Her thighs gripped around his waist one of his hand on her ankle keeping her in this sexy embrace the other on her static filled ass pulling her onto his thrusting cock.

Debbie swayed her arms painful now her breasts slapping against his rubber apron nipples agitated by constant humming power. His cock was curved but solid like metal banana. He pumped her hard her wetness slurping back on him, her electrode clit rubbing his flesh; both bodies feeling the battery feed direct to their genitals.

His hand pulled up to her gag gripping the buckle unfastening with haste as he fucked in hard with angry, hungry thrusts. 

The ball gag came free her beautiful oval yawn allowed to close her white teeth in an disgusted grimace. She gave embarrassing grunts of sensation her voice horse but audible.

"Oh fuck, oh ohhh, ohhh fuck!!!" She gasped, "I'll admit to anything you want!" 

She shook her head in embarrassment the mans face close to hers, close enough to see the hairs on her neck erect with tingling power. He was nodding and coaxing her; a dribbling grin on his face. The power was feeding into his blubbery body. His balls were tight as chestnuts feeling like they were vibrating in a tumbling drum. He groaned in delight.

"Look at me! Look at me fucking up inside you!"

With each upward thrust she grunted her tits springing skywards stretching the clip wires taut. He pressed his lips onto her lips forcing her mouth open, kissing her deeply breathing in her gasps. Pushing his hand into the arch of her back he could feel his cock nudging up to her limit; each bump making her eyes go wide her mouth making a deep belly grunt.

"Uhh! Uhh! Uhh! Uhh!"

The sweat was pouring from his sexy toy, her face and long neck shining, her tits a steaming glow as the power continued to flow in a sensuous never-ending stream through her teats. He could feel her inside awash, her clit fizzing, his own cock and balls overloaded with the feeling of sliding back and forth inside her; mixed with the eye crossing electric stimulus.

His grunts were getting higher and higher as he neared explosion. But so too Debbie's bucking yelps as her body increased its movement. Her hips gyrated on his cock; her pelvis stabbing forward onto him. Her stare was fixed, frightened, but excited at the same time.

"Oh I'm nearly there," he cried matching her thrusts so both bodies slapped together with a dirty machine speed slopping noise. 

"But you first." He then groaned," I can see it in your eyes! Come on girl let it pop!"

Debbie was thrashing her head her body thumping back and forth as she swung slightly away from his pelvis with each hard forward thrust then slamming back onto his rod. Since the power had been on trickle her sensations had been haywire her clit throbbing her body screaming for release. Now it was a new kind of torture, that of desperation. His angry stiff poker was hitting her high up inside against her cervix. With each downward swing her nipples seemed to be getting larger pushing off the adhesive tape, the electrode clips gripping resolutely to their hot pink nodes.

"Oh no, no, no! "

She moaned in self pity, her legs gripping his hips, her groin an inferno of power and piston action. She was nearing climax through gritted teeth the man grabbing a ripe swollen tits his hand numbing; his arm feeling the power shoot up to his shoulder.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!" She gave out a wail of ecstasy her voice echoing in the room, cursing the filthy man her sexy mouth a pout of indignation and pleasurable escape. 

"Ooooooooooooooooo!!!!!" The room vibrated to her forced electric orgasm.

Her pouting moan turned to aching grunts as his pelvis continued to thump into her. He was coming too his hips thrusting hard and fast his war face locked, all teeth and snarling features. Debbie's body was like a rag doll her head thrown from side to side her tits bouncing the clamps holding with solid intent. She was screaming now the clit fizzer still doing its work on her hypersensitive body.

"Oh, oh, oh, ohhhh!" 

She gave a cry of desperation her head swimming the post climactic sensation too much on her body. She could feel him erupting inside her tight wet hole. Henrick felt like his cock had been squeezed by a giant hand his eye hole spewing come like toothpaste shot from a stepped on tube. He squirted again such amounts that Debbie imagined any second she'd begin coughing his spunk from her mouth.

Her back arched her legs flailing toes out pointing to the walls, swiping in the air as she held tight on him a 3rd thrust delivering another cum explosion deep inside her.

As she bucked on his spurting cock her long legs flailing out her toe hit something. Something high up on the table, a switch, or dial? The effect was instant. The battery charge cranked up pumping intense voltage along the wires into Debbie's clit and tits. 

She screamed! 

Hendricks orgasmic delight inside the wailing hot brunette lasted moments before his cock felt like it had been dipped in lava. As he stood and Debbie hung suspended, like a lighting rod his cock drew the power into his swelling balls, as the electricity raced to the earth the quickest way possible..

"Agggggggg Nien ohhhhhhhhhukkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!"

His heart couldn't take it. Debbie's head was lolling on her body limp as she feinted from the surge. He felt feint too but worse his heart was screaming. He fell back away from his suspended fuck toy hitting the table dragging the battery to the floor cutting the power. 

But it was too late for him; his heart had stopped before his head had reached the floor. The fat fucker was dead.

It was only at the hours end the door viewing hatch opened for her captor to see in. Then the lights went out and she saw the green haze drag the body from the room. When he retuned he carefully unfastened her and examined her body making sure his merchandise wasn't damage.

"Unfortunate," the captor thought to himself," he was a good customer."

***

For Kris that afternoon when the hood came off she was looking at a door she had thought about over and over in her daydreams. There it was the brilliant steel door in an in descript concrete wall; flights of stairs down from an underground garage. It was just as she remembered. Kris saw the bulky guard standing next to her. He didn't speak just turned and headed back up the stairs. However the tall vixen blonde remained and spoke without warmth. 

"I hope you understand about the hood but it's for your own safety that we remain undiscovered." 

Kris nodded and smiled. She did not smile back

Then the door clicked and opened and it all came flooding back. The clothing hall where you could dress your doll anyway you wanted. The instrument racks and cool devices of pleasure. The choices of rooms, even the ideas wall for those limited in perverse creativity.

The multi-millionaires stepped inside the other woman did not follow. As the door closed Kris knew the drill. Ahead were a plate glass window and a large metal drawer. To her right a sofa and coffee table with magazines; GQ, Vogue, etc

She took off her coat and slowly did a circuit of the room examining every detail of her play pen. She was in no rush. Suddenly the drawer slid open with a clank. Kris walked over her high heels echoing on the concrete floor and looked inside. There was a leather bound booklet. She opened it looking at the different pages. It has 8 beautiful girls in but only one page was ringed; that of long haired brunette who was super slim with fabulous breast and long sexy legs. Her name was Debbie.

"So a choice of one," She thought, "well at least she didn't disappoint.

She studied her, the feeling of arousal deep below. Her eyes wandered to the instruments and choices on offer. She'd browse the items available; she knew there was no rush as only the session was timed. Indulging in your preparation was a luxury she could enjoy.

She filled the tray with toys while singing a melody. It was a delightful shopping spree with each device sending her mind down different erotic vistas. She studied the picture a number of times until she was happy with her selection. Then finally she loaded it all in the tray and with a slam she pushed it through to the far side of the two-way mirror. 

Next to the mirror was an intercom, she pressed the button.

A voice spoke almost as a whisper-"Explain?"

The voice listened as it had countless times. It had heard, seen incredible perversions, dark fantasies with no end. It waited while Kris gave her instructions then replied."

"Take a seat and wait," it said in the end without judging her requests in any way. Instructions were sometimes pre arranged, but the voice knew this was a last minute thing. "It will take a little longer to prepare."

Kris waited trying to keep her breathing steady. She didn't change she liked what he was wearing already, formal, dominant it would be sufficient. Flicking through the magazine she played with his nails and hair. She liked to look the part even if this "Debbie" wouldn't appreciate it.

And the minutes passed doubts began to rise. She wondered what she was doing here, even about the sex dolls. "They were people after..."

It was with some relief that suddenly the second inner door finally opened into darkness. Kris pushed all doubts away. "Foolish girl!" She stood up and sauntered in with a swing of her hips. As the door closed behind the green glow and hum of night vision goggle came alive. And a hand reached out lifting Kris's arm making her place her hand on a shoulder. 

"Follow to the cell." It said calmly. 

As they walked slowly it explained the rules again but Kris was hardly listening.

"No maiming,"

"No scaring."

"Only one hour."

"You leave the other way."

"The car will take you back to pick up point."

In the completely black labyrinth she suddenly had a heart racing thought that it would be easy to add her to the collection. Who would ever know where she was. She pushed aside an urge to panic. "Fucking pull yourself together," her mind hissed frustrated with herself.

The voice stopped talking and Kris heard a door lock been pushed- a six digit code. The door opened slightly light filling the corridor by a fraction inch.

"Your payment has cleared." The voice said stepping back allowing enough door width for Kris to step through. "Enjoy your hour."

Kris heart was pounding as she stepped into the room. "Oh hell she was going through with it again!"

Debbie was waiting. She was sat on high backed chair her arms behind her back wrists bound together with soft cuffs. She was dressed exactly in what Kris had chosen. Debs was in tight figure hugging white blouse, short blue skirt her legs together as she sat prim in knees high white socks and heeled black sensible shoes. Around her neck was a stripped short tie and her hair was loose but up in a messy bun behind her head.

In front of her was a desk with a cane laid across it along with the items Kris had selected on a nearby table.

Debbie wasn't gagged and she panted slowly knowing every new experience was to be feared but accepted as inventible. Dressed as a schoolgirl fantasy she looked up under deep massacred eyes at Kris. It was clear this was not her normal middle aged balding fuck fanatic.

In front of her was a tall high heeled figure. Dressed in a black business skirt and suit Kris looked like a dominatrix headmistress. Her arrogant sexy face was framed by long blonde hair, her eyes wide and expressive, her lips tight but made fuller with deep pink lipstick. She too had a tight white blouse top her firm silicone tits heaving inside. Her black stockings defined her curved long legs her figure accentuated by the 6 inch black heels. Multi-millionaires businesswoman Kris paused to collect her composure.

She straightened the skirt and entered legs crossing slightly hips swaying just as she'd done the morning. A few pre negotiation flirtations always smoothed the deals. The opposing CEO had been harbouring a raging hard on under the board room desk all morning, there was no doubt. If only he knew her darkest perversions.

Debbie's chest rose and fell as she controlled her pants. The blonde woman closed the door behind her then began to speak. Suddenly the countdown buzzer sounded and she paused for a second seeming unsure. Then her face-hardened and she picked up the cane. 

"Do you know what it was like for me at school?" She asked with an arrogant disdain.

The voice was very sweet an American southern state drawl, smooth like molasses.

Debbie didn't answer; the woman continued.

"Little hot bitches like you made my life a hell. I was different then and fuck didn't you let me know it." She gave a devious smile then whipped down the cane on the table. 

"Well now little miss goody-goody teachers pet, I'm going to show you what nasty bitches like you deserve." She moved closer, "you're my little pet now."

She pulled her hands down her body showing the impressive outline. "I may have been nothing to look at when at school but see what millions in the bank can do for you." At her words and the sight of her captive Kris's blood surged along with confidence. "Oh God," She though her heart pounding," I soo need this!"

She pushed the cane under Debbie's chin lifting her pretty face up to look in her eyes.

Her manicured hand traced down Debbie's shoulder then she ripped open the white blouse the hot brunette fine tits popping out. Two perfect globes the pink areola and nipples against her silky white skin. She pushed Debbie's chin back striking down with the cane across the tops of her fabulous nipples the flesh springing down then up at the blow. Whoooosh!

"No Silicone there you little bitch! Bet you were really popular in class."

Debbie yelped her ass bucking from the chair. The angry suited bitch repeated the whipping motion. Whoooosh!

"Sit still you bitch!" She snapped, "stick those points out further." Kris felt her lust building. "Hot big titted teen queen and there's nothing she can do to stop me!"

Debbie gritted her teeth arching her back presenting her teats... then whoosh another nipple springing strike. "Oh shit stop!" Debs screamed not expecting reprieve.

To her surprise it worked. "Oh so it speaks," she said mockingly.

Kris gripped Debbie by the hair pulling her to her feet the waif girl teetering on her high heels, knees bending in on those stocking legs.

"Bend over!" Kris ordered pushing Debbie over the writing table pushing up the very short skirt to examine a bare ass and exposed slit. She pushed more, Debbie's head on the table arms still behind her back knees together as she struggled to bend and stand at the same time. "Show me your rear!" The black clad witch shouted.

The cane came down on her ass and Debbie bucked, her ass buns wobbling at the strike. Kris was breathing heavily spanking the hot babe for all her worth over and over.

"Ill teach you, ill teach you little sluts to make fun of me," she shouted as if in a trance.

Debbie was moaning and bucking at the strikes, the woman rough in her actions.

The bound brunette yelped and groaned as each ass wobbling strike. 

"Please awwwww!"

"Are you a good girl?" Kris asked striking down with the cane. "Do you want to please miss?" Debbie nodded as another strike hit her with a bucking yelp. "Yessss!"

She twisted Debbie over onto her back pulling her up so she sat knees together on the desk; blouse ripped open. Kris's hands dropped the cane and cupped Debbie's tits, her talons biting in as she twisted and mauled. The girl had amazing tits and Kris slavered as she examined them. "You're beautiful and soo slim and petite." She knew the woman was in her mid twenties, but she could so pass for 16.

Her hands held both breasts like ripe fruits fingers on nipples caressing them. 

"Now Debbie I want you to call me miss. Is that clear?" Debbie nodded gritting her teeth at the powerful tit mauling.

Kris s hand went to her own blouse, unbuttoning it, pulling the fabric back either side of her big silicone breasts. Debbie eyes widened at the two firm dome type tits the nipples pointing straight at her like cannons. The forty year old had tits like a teens.

"Come closer," she cooed pulling her bound fake schoolgirl to the edge of the desk, pushing her wet panting lips onto the bullet nipples, "Suck on my cherries my dear." 

Kris held Debbie's head onto her tit the other hand reaching down to pull on Debbie own long nipples. The brunette bit slightly with the tugging sensation Kris gasping then twisting her captive's nipples more. "Suck, not bite is that clear!"

Debbie nodded through her slurps; the saliva running in streams off the dome flesh dripping on to her own stocking knees. "What a hot little mouth you have." Kris moaned above the sucking noises.

Kris wriggled as she breast fed her little slave until satisfied with her efforts she pulled away panting heavily. She looked to the side table where she had her chosen items placed. She picked up the length of thin rope coiling it in her hand and neared the seated Debbie. The girl stiffened herself as she hooped the rope under and around Debs full big melons; pulling tighter coiling her tits. 

Debbie now looked like two pythons had captured a breast each and were slowly squeezing the life from them. Kris twisted the rope making her pray wince as her boobs ballooned more and more; until finally she secured a knot at Debbie back.

"Any disobedience and those lovely fat nipples are standing proud for a caning;" Kris said her finger trailing on one engorged teat." Understand?"

Debbie nodded looking down at her reddening bust. "I understand," she groaned, then added," miss."

Debs knew failure to please had its consequences. The guests rated all the girls 1-10 after each session. You had to get at least 8 in satisfaction or punishment was long and severe. Debbie's experience with electro punishment earlier that morning had not been her first.

Kris pulled Debbie's skirt away so now she sat in knees high socks, heels and a ripped open blouse. Her tits were ballooning as they struggled in their roped state.

Kris helped Debbie from the desk and then pushed her down on her knees. The nasty vixen then moved her hand down to the split in her own skirt pulling it back. Her other hand reached inside feeling her roused state. 

"Now dear look at this!" She laughed.

Debbie for a second gasped; her eyes like saucers. Kris hand eased out her big fat cock and balls, pulling the split in her skirt wide enough for Debbie to she her angry manhood, shaved, pink but powerfully erect.

Kris gave a delighted grunt, "Oh yes my dear I'm not as much of a woman as you might have thought." The girls expression of shock almost made Kris shoot her wad there and then. It was one of confusion mixed with revulsion.

The Million businesswomen was really a man. How she/he enjoyed the irony, the fawning over her by male business colleagues and associates. If only they knew. Some did and were never disappointed. Her old oil magnet partner was indeed her sexual partner; a wealthy man looking for the unobtainable. Something money found difficult to acquire. He found it both in Kris and this club. As a teen it had been a difficult time and she had never forgotten the taunts, teasing and bullying; especially from the girls.

She pulled Debbie onto her cock, the girls face blushing and confused all at the same time. One second she had been sucking the woman's tits, now she was sucking the man's cock.

Kris pushed back and forth holding Debs in place; pumping into her mouth the spittle flowing from the corner of her lips and she choked and gagged on the solid pink rod.




Just One Hour Ch. 05



"Suck it suck my cock you little princess, "the transexual gloated. "All those fucking teen queen jibes, they all deserved this." 

She increased her pumping her balls slapping Debbie's chin. "All you bitches need to be pumped full of dirty tranny jism!"

As Debbie's beautiful mouth slid along her rod Kris's anger was mixed with divine pleasure. The humiliation and retribution were intertwined. There were so many embarrassments to pay back; like the day the football team tied him naked to a post.

Or the time the queen bitches of the school cornered him in the changing room and made him wank to prove his was boy after all. Kris remembered their cruel laugher in his ears, watching him as he spat himself all over his own leg and locker door.

Now 20 or so years on Debbie was coughing and trying to move her mouth to accommodate her vengeful cock. The he was gone now only the confident she remained. The woman's cock head slapped her tonsils then bulged on the inside of Debs cheek, the precome on her tongue the cock having waited patiently to be revealed. Kris gripped Debs with both hands holding the back of her head. The nasty tranny spread her legs, balls swinging, her tits glistening in sweat, her perfect makeup lips licking in delight.

The sloppy noise of saliva oiled skull fucking filled the room, the cock a dripping piston in Debbie mouth. Kris's hands bit into Debbie neck her cock fucking the girls head with a demonic anger. "Yeah, yeah, yeah!"

It felt so good, the girl was choking as much on her own spittle as Kris's deep throating dick. Each outwards movement drew a copious amount of salvia in a spray; like water spurting from a statues mouth on some ornate fountain. 

Kris groaned sweetly in a gentle almost affectionate way."Nearly there that's it I'm going to come, come in your hot wise cracking mouth, don't pull back, ah no don't you dare sweetie." 

But at the last moment Kris did pull out getting control of herself, not wanting the pleasure to end, leaving Debbie gasping and spluttering. 

Her cock now stood vertically to attention and she ripped away her skirt to show suspenders. Stripping her blouse open she stood there in heels, fishnets and nothing else her fabulous tits titanic over her slim figure and long shaped legs. She looked like a transsexual Monroe; an intention that had cost a fortune to achieve.

"Get up!" Kris gasped the heated room draining her. She gripped Debbie by her bound hands pushing her ass back onto the desk lifting her legs and opening her thighs. 

"I'm going to fuck you now. Fuck you so hard your head will pop off!" Kris's earlier nervousness vanished.

Debbie fell onto her back arms behind her pushing her shoulders up. The man, woman whatever was pulling her legs apart eager hands gripping an ankle each. The trannys cock waved wildly as she pulled herself between Debs thighs. Kristoff aka Kris pushed Debbie's legs back towards her shoulders then bent forward angling her cock sliding down the girls slit till it touched the young woman's hole; then....

"Uggggggggggg! 

The blonde bombshell thrust her hips forward filling Debbie with a sensational scream. Kris's pelvis slapped hard between her slaves thighs her rock hard cock like a pole hammered deep to the hilt inside the slim bitch. Their eyes met the look of shock as the cock impacted inside Debbie made Kris scream in delight.

"Oh yessssssss!"

She pulled her hips back and thrust again, then again her cock and Debs chute making slurping and popping noises as she began to fuck with rhythm; all the while holding the girls legs apart. It was like she was pile driving a long iron bolt into a wall.

The desk rocked and creaked hot legs and ankles struggling under a trannys grip, Debbie's pussy feeling long quick draws then stabs as a stiff cock repeated over and over its pumping.

Thut! Thut! Thut!

The sexy long haired brunette with the waif figure and cooking pot hard tits grunted wildly, the cock like steel, the grip of manicured nails biting her ankles. Above her was a beautiful face, wild and excited. The crimson lips full and sensuous, wicked eyes looking down in delight over two perfect soccer ball bouncing tits. All the while stunning flowing blonde locks framed that impossibly pretty face for a man.

"Ohn fuck!" Debbie squealed the sensation inside her strong and pounding. "You fucking dirty fucking weirdo." She screamed in disgust and anger, gasping biting her lip trying to resist the internal chaos all the while Kris's face hovering over her in carnal delight. "Aww you filthy bastard!"

The tranny didn't respond just tightened her grip on the open wide ankles. Her hips gyrated and pumped like a dancing string puppet; fast, wild jerking movements.

The drool was dripping off Kris's face. It dripped on her tits streaming to her nipples. Her clean shaven balls slapped on Debbie's ass and the desk at the same time the whole thing creaking and rocking under the weight.

"Do you like that Debbie? Do you like hard tranny cock? Bet you never had that at school?" Kris teased gasping between thrusts.

The hot brunette shook wildly at the pummelling, her body feeling like it was been slowly jerked up the school desk till any second shed fall head first to the floor. Either that or the wooden legs would snap and both would collapse in a sweaty heap.

Phut! Phut! Phut! Phut!

Kris let go of the ankles both hands now gripping Debbie's waste pulling her onto the cock. Then a hand went up to the girls head, gripping her hair again pulling her closer intent on each thrust feeling like it would ram up into Debs throat.

The gripped, bent brunette babe had no choice but to swing her long legs around the trannys hips, Debbie's rope coiled tits bouncing even in their constricted state, her mouth open in a long deep groan of refusal and despair.

Phut! Phut! Phut! Phut!

She was still shaking her head, looking up at the dominatrix bitch, Kris's own big tits bouncing in unison as she rammed home. Her hips increased in pace her tits now like crazy jelly moulds the nipples a blur of pink. Debbie's eyes rolled in her head her mouth gasping for air.

"Oh you're tight Debbie, sooo fucking tight." Kris goaded as her cock impaled her like a hot knife through butter. 

The sight of the gorgeous transsexual and the words of delight were overloading Debbie's grip on reality. Her clit was on fire her chute a friction filled wet hot tunnel. 

She coughed and gasped her teeth gritted in anger. Words spring from them almost without control of her mind.

"You fucking crazy bastard! Go on then fuck me! Fuck me you bitch!" 

Debbie's anger, embarrassment and despair spilled out in a carnal lustful tirade.

"Uggh fucking do it uggh harder ugggghh Harder bitch!" She spat.

The brunette's words filled the cell with a hellish echo.

"More harder, harder, ugghhh yess yessssssssss! 

Her body began to ooze, her pussy a flow of lubricant The trannys balls were spanking her ass like an eager audience. Encouraging the performance 

"Oh I'm coming! You filthy fucking freak I'm coming on your cock! Ugggh yess ugggggggggg!!!"

Debbie's back arched her pelvis raising up her teeth a horrified grimace of disgust and pleasure. She was having a wild angry orgasm gyrating on the cock her stunning legs pulling Kris onto her. She didn't care, how could she, why should she. This latest humiliation with this she male was like falling into a sea of guilt free pleasure. 

Like a survivor adrift in an ocean with no hope of rescue she was letting the waves wash over her as she had no choice but to drown.

Kris's body was like and inferno the hand and tit bound bitch writhing; her hot tight tunnel now so slippery she feared she'd slip out. Debbie's body felt looser the strong grip of her muscles lost in exhausting and ejaculation. Kris pulled from Debbie's cunt pulling her seated onto her ass then thrusting her cock up to Debs chin. 

The orgasmic fiery woman understood opening her angry mouth the cock filling her to the tonsils. Debbie mouthing obscenities total abandonment.

"You made me cream myself you bitch is that what you mmmmfff!" 

Debbie was silenced as her lips closed around sweaty cock almost to Kris's base.

Feeling the deep throated gulp of her captive Kris announced her intent in a high pitched gasp, "Oh darling it's coming out, all of it ohhhhhhhhhh!!! "

One, two, three salvia smeared lip encircled thrusts and the tranny erupted filling Debbie's mouth with long streams of semen. The girls throat felt the torrent spitting slime into her gullet, the babe gulping but not pulling back. 

Her lips sucked hard on the member trying to draw her evil assailer balls up through his spewing eye hole. Debbie's mind said no but her heart wanted to hear the bastard groan with pleasure, as his tube was sucked empty. 

"Fucking give me it all then you jisz spunking bitch!" Debbie mind shouted in her deranged state.

Kris balls were screaming as they emptied at double time and she had a second of fear thinking this manic woman might snap her cock off in spite. The tranny pulled away quickly, Debbie mouth dripping come her body lolling to one side, teetering as if she'd fall from her seated position. She groaned herself disgusted with her words and actions and her filthy inner voice. But she couldn't deny her pussy was still smouldering and her heart racing like she was still wired by the tits.

Kris staggered away come dripping from the seeping eye hole to the floor. She calmed herself for a moment then began to tear her final clothes from her body like a desperate soul in a never-ending desert. Her cock was dripping remnants her silicone tits sweaty bronzed domes. She looked to the table for her other items.

"Now" Kris said stopping to cough and take a breath, "get over here and really satisfy me." 

The tranny held up an eyeless gimp mask and jug of baby oil.

Debbie looked at the items in her hands, and pulled herself from the desk. She stood in her dishevelled schoolgirl state. She didn't care, in fact she knew she'd come again the tidal waves of disgust and depravity unstoppable. 

"Yes mistress," she said in a tired but sensual voice of total compliance.

***

The hour was nearly up when the captor turned his green vision off. He'd reached the cell door; the keypad counting down the last minutes till it would open again. His hand searched for the slot in the darkness and he slid the small view hole open. 

He could see in the final acts of his client's hour.

There was a woman like some golden Amazon sat long legs apart her naked bronzed body covered in oil. Her brilliant blonde hair and striking features along with DD breasts made her like some 50's movie icon. Only the rampant cock that she wanked between her own legs broke the image of female perfection. 

It was clear she was about to come her eyes swapping wildly between her imminent volcanic cock tip and her other hand.

To her side squatted Debbie the sexy slave also bronzed head to toe in oil. Her arms remained behind her naked body her tits now free massive in arousal, nipples like lead shot. She was bouncing up and down her head like that of a hooded falcon, black skull cap, sealed eye sockets. The mouth piece was zipped closed a rubber ball gag hidden inside her closed jaw. Her anus had been inflated with a spiked rubber balloon the black sealed tube trailing like a long tail. She was snorting through two tiny nostril holes her mind a kaleidoscope of flashes in her blacked out world.

Debbie had Kris's hand buried wrist deep up her pussy as she was fisted her like a life size glove puppet. The wrist a blur of oiled pink flesh as Debbie's lips slurped and chewed on it as she bounced up and down. The tranny's other hand similarly animated on her own cock, like back in that locker room many years ago.

As the Captor closed the view hole he heard ecstatic groans of pleasure from his client and even higher pitch whines of release from his slave. 

The digital timer counted down the last moments then beeped and his client session was now over. Any moment she would have to leave. 

He turned on his goggles with the customary green haze and the nasally mechanic wine returned. The death in the morning had been unfortunate for business, but now he was sure he had found a new and eager repeat customer as a replacement.