ALICE: SLAVE’S FINAL REVENGE (3 page)

I recognize Billy and Philip among the faces. So Billy has shimmied down and joined in the conquest.

“
Wait. Don’t fuck her yet. Let’s play with her first.”

I gaze at all their faces. They all resemble one another. And why shouldn’t they? They are all brothers, ranging from ages eighteen to twenty-nine, I believe.

“
Look at her, she’s beautiful.”

“
Look at her tits.”

It’s like they haven’t seen a woman before. I can’t see the telltale bulge in their trousers because they all wear kilts. But their pupils are all dilated with desire as they gaze down at me. Their breaths form streams of mist in the chilly air.

“
How shall we play with her?”

“
String her up.”

They haul me up. There’s a lot of activity going on as some of them tether the horses. The dogs have wandered off somewhere, thank goodness. I wouldn’t be able to stand the cacophony. Someone returns with a coil of rope.

They grab me and tie my wrists up. Then they throw the other end of the rope over a branch and tighten it so that I’m almost standing on tiptoe.

“
Higher,” says someone.

They pull on the rope. My arms are stretched over my head and my arm sockets are jerked almost out of my shoulder joints.

“
What are you doing, you freaks?” I say.

My feet are now dangling off the ground. I am hanging from my wrists, and the rope strain on them is great.

“
That’s what we do to foxes,” says someone. “We string them up.”

“
Yeah, real brave of you,” I say, wincing in pain. “Especially when the fox is dead.”

“
Oh no,” he says, coming close to me and seizing my pussy. “You’re very much alive.”

He worms two fingers deep into my pussy hole. I gasp. Someone else comes behind me and plunges two fingers into my asshole as well. I’m doubly penetrated as they finger fuck me, and all while my legs are still quivering and kicking feebly. It is a heady, erotic feeling.

“
Tie up her legs,” says someone.

I don’t know anyone here except Billy and Philip, and even they are lost in the blur. The boys seize my legs next and bend me double so that my legs are compressed against my torso. Ropes are snared around my ankles and similarly hauled up above the branch. I am now hanging, with my pussy and ass on perfect display.

The boys inspect me. To my embarrassment, my betraying pussy is now leaking cream. The creams pool at my vulva – white, glistening, and testament to my own lust.

They laugh.

“
Look at her cunt.”

“
The bitch wants it.”

“
She plays hard to get and all that, but she’s really a bitch in heat.”

I say, “Don’t bet on it, you dickheads.”

“
Shut up her up,” one of them says cruelly. He is the tallest among them. A giant actually. Well over six feet six. How do they make them so tall in this country?

Philip goes behind me and brings a piece of cloth. He gags my mouth with this and streams out my hair from the binding, ensuring that the gag is strapped tightly around my skull.

They all begin to shed their tops. I watch them, unable to say anything. They all have nice chests with little blond hairs. My pussy juices are still flowing and leaking down the undersides of my buttocks. They strip everything they have on – shirts, belts, caps, shoes, socks. Everything except their tartan kilts.

What was that saying about Scotsmen again? A true Scotsman only wears a condom under his kilt?

Well, none of them are wearing condoms under their kilts, I’m sure of it. None of them are taking off underwear either – signifying that they have no underwear to shed.

When they are finished, they turn their attention back to me.

“
What do we do with her?”

“
I want to lick her,” says one. He is a curly-haired, blond youth. More freckled than the rest, and looking like he has just returned from a prep school.

He kneels before me and starts to ply his tongue on my pussy. His tongue is soft and pink. He applies this appendage to my clit, flicking it back and forth with little butterfly strokes. My clit is already engorged, and this stimulation of my nerve endings expands it even further so that my little sliver of quivering flesh becomes even more swollen, if possible.

Oh, but he is good at this for one so young. His tongue licks and delves into my labial grooves, deftly massaging the areas between my leaves. Then back to my clit – compressing the bulging little morsel of flesh. And onto my folds again. He circles my pussy and dips his tongue into my cream-soaked well.

I moan against my gag.

Laughter again.

“
Look at that bitch.”

“
What a delicious cunt.”

All these vulgar words they are using on me only serve to increase my lust. It is as though I am merely a sexual object to them to be used and discarded. Nothing more.

“
I want to lick that ass,” another youth says.

With his brother still pleasuring my pussy, he goes around to my back and starts to stab my asshole with his tongue. He is a good rimmer, and he circles my sensitive, puckering asshole, applying pressure to the edge so that I am squirming with the double stimulation.

“
Ohhhh,” I cry softly. The gag prevents me from making more noises. So all I can make are mewling, throaty sounds.

They continue this until I’m a quivering mess. My clit is always oh-so-sensitive, and my shudders begin to build from my core, like the epicenter of an earthquake. My thighs shiver with excitement. The waves are starting to stream from my pussy – the eye of everything. Luscious waves with little white peaks on their crests, flooding throughout my groin and sending my synapses on fire.

I throw my head back.

“
Don’t make her cum, the little bitch,” says someone.

And the spell is over. Tongues are taken away from my pussy and asshole. I am left bereft, my saliva-slicked genitals cooling in the wind.

It is chilly, but I have strangely not felt the cold since the hunt began.

The Giant comes up to me. Now I have nicknames for those who are not Billy or Philip. The Giant. Curly Hair.

“
Look at her,” the Giant sneers. “All flamed up like a true bitch in heat.”

He stabs three of his fingers into my pussy hole. I cry out at the sudden intrusion. He stretches my vagina by spreading his fingers inside my tunnel.

“
Still tight.”

“
I want to fuck her so badly, Andrew.”

So that’s his name. Andrew.

“
Wait,” Andrew tells his brother. “We need to stretch her out a bit. Let her accommodate more of us.”

I don’t know exactly what that means, but my pussy clenches with apprehension.

A couple of them busy themselves with fetching something from the horses. When they come back to me, they wield two long sticks. The ends of the sticks are encased in thick wads of gauze, which are in turn dipped in some sort of oil. As they come closer, I can smell the olive on the oil.

Andrew takes the bigger stick. The others crowd round. Their kilts are definitely tenting with their massive erections.

Andrew lifts the flaps of my pussy, opening it as wide as it can go. He nudges the wad end of the bigger stick against my pussy hole. It stops short.

“
It’s too big to go into her,” says Curly Hair.

“
Nothing’s too big,” Andrew insists.

He teases the oiled wad bit by mili-bit into my gaping hole. The wad stretches me, and my groin experiences a fullness I have never felt with a cock before.

“
Ohhhhh,” I moan against the piece of cloth in my mouth.

Andrew pushes it in even further, and my vagina expands a little bit more. He does this – inch by crucial inch – until the entire end of the wadded stick is embedded in my pussy. My whole pussy is now so swollen that it is the only sensation I can fully embrace.

“
See?” Andrew says in triumph. “A cunt can take anything.”

“
Let’s put in the other.”

There’s another one? Of course there’s another one. My gut flips in consternation. Andrew takes the smaller stick. I know where this one is going to go.

“
Hold this,” Andrew tells Curly Hair.

Curly Hair is left holding the stick in my pussy in place. My entire groin is facing front anyway with my two gaping holes. Andrew inserts the second wad into my anus, easing it in slowly with the same painstaking process.

I scream against my gag. The intrusion is not exactly painful, but my groin is now stretched to the max. The feeling of fullness invades my entire consciousness. My whole being is now concentrated in my bulging groin.

“
Shove them into her,” commands Andrew.

Both boys began to pump those rods in and out of my holes. It is the equivalent of being doubly fucked by two gargantuan dildos.

My vaginal walls are so stimulated that my climax rises fairly rapidly. The friction is immense, and my entire nether region explodes in a conflagration of sensation and nuance and raw, rapturous power. I arch my back – my wrists and ankles severely strained by the rope – and scream. My scream comes out muffled, but I don’t care anyway. My groin is an amalgam of lust and bursting shudders and a hundred fiery sensations swarming all over.

It is the most violent orgasm I’ve ever had.

The boys do not stop. They go on and on, impaling me with those twin padded rods. My climax unfurls again, throwing me into another stratosphere, and yet another. I am blinded by successive orgasms, one after the other.

Colors explode.

All sorts of images swarm into my mind. Cocks, moving back and forth. Rubbing against my mouth.

It takes me a while to realize they have pulled both rods out of my well-fucked holes. As soon as the rod is removed from my pussy, my juices squirt out in an arc.

Titters all round.

“
Just look at her squirt.”

“
Almost hit you in the face.”

“
Do we get to fuck her now?”

“
I get first dibs.” Andrew moves towards my splayed pussy. He lifts his kilt, bends his knees and inserts his thick cock into my vagina. After the rod, his cock feels like air. I can barely squeeze my muscles around it.

Someone else moves behind me and does the same to my anus. Now I am doubly penetrated by two cocks.

“
Let’s take her two at a time,” says another brother I shall call Bare Chest. That is because he has the least hair among all of them.

But I don’t understand. They are already taking me two at a time. Fucking me from both sides.

Then Bare Chest moves beside his brother. It’s very close quarters, but he lifts his kilt too. His erection is so rigid that his cock head is almost purple. He grabs his cock and navigates it towards my stuffed pussy.

Now I understand what they are doing.

“
I can’t get it in,” Bare Chest pants.

“
Put your fingers in. Stretch her.”

Bare Chest inserts his cock into my vagina as well so that it rubs against his brother’s thick one. His brother moves to the side so that he can accommodate him. Now I have two cocks in my pussy tunnel and one in my ass. That is what the prior stretching was for.

I am in delirium again. They are fucking me, their bodies rubbing against my sweaty one. Grinding. Flesh slapping against flesh. Cocks plunging in and out – not in unison. Tartan rubbing against my pubis and ass cheeks. Hands grabbing my waist and ass to steady me.

I am surrounded by the smell of sweat and sex and heated bodies. I let myself go. The sensation is too much. Every part of my vagina and rectum is being chafed and compressed and molded and pummeled. Even my clit is being massaged by the sinuous and repeated friction from the brothers’ pubic hair-covered groins.

The one in my ass comes first. His hot semen gushes into me in a hot, continuous stream which shoots right into the very depths of my rectum. He cries out in my ear.

The two brothers in my pussy come next. This time, they are almost in unison. Their combined semen floods my vagina with molten liquid. There is so much sperm swimming inside both my tunnels that it can’t help but drip out, staining my perineum and the undersides of my buttocks.

They pull out, one by one. I am a limp doll hanging from my bonds. My damp blonde hair is plastered against my forehead.

But they are not done with me. Only three have taken me. Four more to go.

So much laughter. So much derision and remarks about my tits and ass and cunt. I can hear them urging each other on.

“
Fuck her. Fuck her good.”

“
Yeah, make her scream.”

“
She can’t scream. She’s got your blindfold in her mouth.”

“
She likes it. Can’t you hear her panting?”

Another cock plunges into my ass while another one takes my pussy. They fuck me, and I can only be a helpless receptacle. Once they have finished fucking me, their places are taken by another two cocks.

It is only after all seven brothers have fucked me, still with their kilts on, that the gun in the distance goes off. It is the signal for the hunt to end. The fox has been caught and fucked and depleted of all its willpower and energy. It is now time for the hunters to return home to their father with the spoils.

7

Back at the manor, Christopher is waiting for us. Andrew has slung my fatigued body over his horse like a captive in battle.

“
Caught yourself a fox now, I see,” Christopher remarks.

“
Caught her well and good, Father. She’s a plump one waiting to be skinned.”

All this imagery about foxes is getting me nervous again. Christopher helps me down as Andrew and the others dismount. The older man carries me in his arms as though I am weightless.