Bridgette Michelle: Diary of a teen sex slave whore
Part 4
Bridgette Michelle: Diary of a Sex Slave Whore, Part 4
(MF/ff,tor,bdsm,best,inc,hum)
Mr Saban dragged me and Amy to his stables. Fortunately for us, he
disconnected our chain link, but I was still bleeding and still throbbing down
there in my pussy from the fresh ring. Amy was moaning with the pain in her
tongue and mouth, but otherwise she moved like a zombie for her Daddy.
"Here, Bridgette, let me introduce you to my finest new stallion. We call him
Hercules. But I probably should have called him Long John. You may have seen
horse dicks before, but trust me, once you get this one turned on, watch out.
That's why I brought both of you out here, I figure his needs won't be met by
one fucking whore alone. Now, get up under there and suck on it!"
Amy more or less just crawled over. I followed right beside her. I started
putting my lips on his sheath and within a few seconds, I could see him
growing. Being so close, I saw the blood in those huge blood vessels fill up,
and he was still growing. Amy moved sort of slowly and reluctantly with her
tongue. If she had licked on her horses before, it must have been a while.
Mr. Saban saw her lack of enthusiasm so he reached for a cattle prod and then
without warning started zapping her pretty ass. She screamed and screamed.
"Get in there, whore! Don't fuck around, Amy, you stupid slut! Come on,
let's see some spirit. I want to hear how yummy it tastes. I want to see
some tongue action, both tongues swishing back and forth."
Amy's tongue, despite the huge ring, was given new encouragement and she was
really going up and down on Hercules' shaft. It must have been 15 inches long
now, and it wasn't finished. I tried to get my mouth at least around the tip
of his cock, but just getting my mouth around the spearhead almost was
impossible. I started gagging on reflex. Mr. Saban thrust the cattle prod at
my asshole. I jolted forward and more of Hercules' cock was jammed hard into
my mouth. I gagged again but held on. I was going cross-eyed but I could see
Amy's tongue and lips gliding up and down the horse's glistening cock. Mr.
Saban suddenly pulled at my ponytail and then he went over to the other side
and threw his daughter's mouth on top of Hercules' cock tip. He forcibly held
her head there for what seemed like days, and I continued my duty up and down
this huge and massive thingee. He still had her hair in his grasp, and I
heard her throat really coughing for air, and I saw her arms just flying in
sporadic circles. Her face was turning sort of bluish. Finally, he let her
go, and Amy collapsed to the hay taking in a huge gulp of air.
Hercules' cock now had to be 20 inches long and six inches in diameter. His
blood vessels were really bulging out now, and the stench was terrible from
the smell of the thing. I could feel his cock starting to vibrate more, and I
knew from his body's movements what was coming next. I had tasted Violeur's
cum day and night, so I had some good idea. Like a shot out of a cannon, his
cock exploded and cum hit me hard in the face. I knew I had to impress Mr.
Saban so I opened my mouth as wide as I could and tried to keep my eyes shut
tight. Hercules were shooting cum all around my face and neck, and I was
getting stream after stream darting right inside my mouth. I had my tongue
out and I tried to keep up with his load, but he went on for like two or three
minutes. Amy was still recovering on the hay, but Mr. Saban hoisted her
nearly unconscious body up and laid her head right next to mine to catch the
remainder of the load.
I was covered in his horse cum. He shot out about twice as much as Violeur on
average. The taste was worse too, salty but even more bitter and smelly.
"I want to see you two kiss, come on, make it nice and wet."
Amy just fell back against the hay again, tired and exhausted, and I leaned
over her and held her mouth open with my cum-covered hands. I opened my mouth
and let some of the horse cum fall down into her mouth. Some hit her lips,
but mostly the gooey substance fell deep into her mouth. Amy swallowed it on
reflex and she started to cough again. I quickly planted my lips against hers
and frenched her and everything, nice and dirty just like I knew Mr. Saban
would like it. I lapped some of the cum off my hands and cupped some of the
cum from on my breasts and smeared it all over Amy's face, and rolled it over
her lips. I took two fingers and played with her tongue. Amy tried to turn
her head in disgust, and then she started wrestling with me, kicking her arms
and legs. Mr. Saban shocked her again with the cattle prod and just about
every ounce of energy seemed to disappear from her cum-soaked body. Her big
size 36D breasts looked so tempting, I wanted to just make love to her, and
lick on her pussy like at my party over the summer.
I heard a car pull up outside the barn. Mr. Saban looked slightly startled.
He grabbed some old rusting chains and padlocked our necks together tightly
then padlocked us to a support beam in the barn. He left and we could hear
him talking with another man. After about ten minutes, I heard them laughing
and exchanging jokes. Not long after that, I saw Mr. Saban escort this man
into the barn.
He was a corporate client of Mr. Saban. His name was Ward and he was really
tall, I mean like he would be the starter on every basketball team kind of
tall. He brought Ward over to us where we were chained and they both got
giant grins.
"This'll be just like the old frat days, won't it Ben?"
"Come on, Ward, let's have a little fun like back at college."
Mr. Saban adjusted our chain at the support beam and kept our necks chained
still pretty tight. They lifted us up off the ground so that Amy and I were
facing each other and connected at the neck. The beam was in the right side of
my face and Amy's left, and we each held onto the beam to support our leaning
bodies. Mr. Saban was already rock hard and he fingered my asshole just to
see how tight I was. He probably wanted my pussy too, but there was still the
large silver ring holding my pussy lips together. This other guy called Ward
hoisted Amy's body up, holding her at the hips and he unzipped his pants and
rammed his prick into her pussy almost all at once.
I didn't think Amy had any energy left, but as soon as that cock hit her
pussy, she screamed all over again. As for me, I was hoping to get some kind
of lubricant, but Mr. Saban was an eager beaver and he poked his cock right
into my asshole. I grunted and moaned, and I tried not to show how much he
was hurting me. I really could feel the flesh tear as he worked his way in.
Mommy had practiced on my asshole with her strap-ons, but those dildos were
not so large. And my asshole shrinks back to size pretty fast too, just like
my pussy, so Mr. Saban was really hurting me bad.
I could hear the constant screams and yells for help from my friend Amy. She
was tossing her head back and forth and every move she made pulled at my neck
too where our rusty chain was padlocked together. Mr. Saban would put his
hand at the back of my head and order me to kiss Amy. We could still taste
the gross horse cum in each other's mouths. The two men decided to switch
places, and that was when I first caught a glimpse of Ward's enormous cock.
He was a freak of nature cause his dick looked as long as a ruler. He wasn't
all that thick, but the length made me gasp. I could see the relief on Amy's
face when her father's just average cock entered her from behind. And a few
seconds later, I felt Ward's cock pressing into my ass. It was like a snake
moving inside of me, and with every few inches, I thought surely he couldn't
fit anymore in. But he pressed his cock further up, and I was clenching the
wooden support beam in pain. I was crying now, and I couldn't hold a brave
face anymore. This man was tearing my ass on the inside and I knew I must
have been covering his cock with blood and shit.
"Hey,what's with this ring on her pussy, Ben?"
"Oh, her, uh, owner she said that I could get as kinky as I want to get. If I
had known you were coming by, I wouldn't have sealed her up like that man."
Ben Saban barely broke stride as he continued to pound away at his daughter's
well-worn cunt.
"Do you think I could borrow your sweet slave here for a few hours? I know a
couple that have a real life dungeon downtown. It would be wild to bring her
there as a real slave, you know?"
"No, no way, Ben, not while I'm paying $2,000 to have her tonight. But I will
give you her owner's name and number. I bet she can arrange at time for you."
It was almost like I was a product and these two businessmen were discussing
my schedule for demonstrations. I felt so small and so used. But I knew what
my role was, and more than pleasing them, I knew I had to get a good report so
I could make my Mommy happy. It was the only way I could survive this ordeal.
A few minutes later, I could feel Ward's cock starting to get super excited.
He was about to lose it, so he jumped out from behind me and rushed his cock
over to my sweaty face. With his one free hand, he lifted up my chin and with
his other stroking hand, he aimed his cock head right at eye-level. Split
seconds later, he purposely splattered his load right into my open eyes. I
squeezed them shut on impact, but the stinging was already killing me. Ward
spurted for a few seconds more and alternated between hitting my face and
hitting Amy's exhausted face.
A minute or two later, Mr. Saban shook and shook and I could tell he just
wanted to cum inside Amy's cunt. His eyes rolled back into his head and he
looked all the sudden very calm. Mr. Saban slapped Amy's ass as if to say,
"Good job, slut." He and his old college buddy and now client went over to
another part of the barn to clean themselves up. I whispered to Amy to see if
she was alright, but she just hung her hand in silence, not making a sound
above her steady crying and sniffling. I could barely open my eyes because of
the painful stinging, but I did open them enough to notice the two men
returning with hooks and long rattling chains.
Mr. Saban unpadlocked our necks and he grabbed his daughter while Ward held
onto to me, fondling my nipples and my pussy ring in the meantime. Amy's
daddy lofted a long chain to a horizontal support beam above us. He secured
the chain and on the closest link, he connected a metal hook. He slid the
sharper end of the hook through Amy's tongue ring and then let go of her body.
He adjusted for some slack and I watched as her head leaned back painfully with
her tongue being pulled out as far as she could manage. Mr. Saban continued
to hoist her curvy body up until her tongue was completely stretched out and
Amy was struggling to stand on her toes. Mr. Saban ran some rope behind her
back, bent her arms back harshly with her palms facing each other so that her
arms formed a reverse prayer. He quickly tied her wrists together; with each
impossible knot he made her moan and scream inaudibly because she really had no
tongue to make real words.
With his daughter securely tied and tormented, they turned their gaze on me.
Ward threw me to the ground, and turned my body to face Amy's struggling feet.
From here I could see the strain and tension in her feet and her little toes.
They bent my legs at my knees and crossed my ankles and tied them up tied with
a hemp rope. Then Mr. Saban brought my elbows behind my back and forced them
to meet. While he held them in this position, Ward tied several lengths of
rope around my elbows to keep them pressing together. This hurt like hell. I
didn't even know that my elbows could touch, let alone stand this for longer
than a few seconds. My wrists were tied up next, and then inside my blonde
ponytail, Ward weaved more rope. He tied it off then stretched the several
feet of excess rope over my elbows and wrists. He passed the thin but sturdy
rope through my pussy ring; immediately I screamed in pain when the rough rope
slid across my swollen pussy lips. Ward pulled back hard on the rope, forcing
my ponytail and my head to strain backwards. My neck was hurting from all the
pressure too. Mr. Saban held the rope tightly at my pussy ring, keeping my
neck pulled back, while his buddy lifted the hemp rope up about six feet to
Amy's outstretched tongue ring. Ward tied the rope off on the tongue ring and
so that now Amy's tongue was being drawn in to directions. Mr. Saban released
his grip on the rope at my pussy and with that release of pressure, my neck
relaxed. When I moved a few inched forward, Amy's tongue ring was pulled down
suddenly. I heard her gag and scream with her mouth wide open. And for me,
when that rope moved the slightest bit, if she raised her head up, then the
tissue of my pussy lips scratched and burned.
Once I realized what was happening, I tried to inch my body a little closer to
Amy's feet, knowing this would give her and me some relief. The two men that
designed and executed this hurtful design just sat back on a couple of stools
and watch the pair of us struggle back and forth. They got a couple of beers
later; I couldn't see it, but I heard the cans open and I saw the row of
discarded beer cans later.
The END
