Macho Sluts (26 page)

Kay's right hand found her urethra. She altered the angle of her left hand so that it was pressing up and began to fuck her in earnest. Roxanne had a very well-defined, large piss hole, and Kay titillated it with her index finger until the reclining, swaying girl felt a tiny spurt of urine escape from her bladder.

“It'll feel so good,” EZ promised her. “Can't you feel it now, gushing out, running down your legs, the relief, how hot it will feel?” A fiery pain shot through Roxanne's belly as she clamped down on the rising flood. “Don't fight it,” EZ advised her. The gloved hand came down on her face, offering the bullet again. “Take a nice big hit and piss yourself.” Kay continued to probe her urethra, and her efforts were intensified by the amyl. “Help her out,” EZ said. “Fuck the piss out of her, Kay.”

Roxanne felt another tiny spurt. She jumped and cried out, scalded. EZ slapped her face, and she pissed like a horse before the feel of the leather had faded from her cheek.

As her bladder shrank, her ass expanded. Kay pushed her cupped hand in as far as it would go, until Roxanne's bowel rebelled. It spasmed, trying to expel the hand that tormented it. “Go ahead,” Kay said. Her voice jolted Roxanne. She had somehow forgotten that it was Kay who was working in and out of her ass. EZ's face had been with her so constantly that she had somehow come to believe that EZ was fucking her.

“This part we do without the poppers, baby. Just you and me.” The discomfort was building, rising in a wave from high up in her colon. “Shit it out,” Kay said. “Come on, fucker, if you really don't want it, hate it, can't take it, don't piss and moan at me,
shit it out
. Bet that hungry butt just chews up my hand. You're gonna climb down on me if you do what I say,
push me out
.”

She pushed. A ripple descended from behind her breast bone, amplified, became a wave of desperate hard contractions. Kay had a grim, fixed smile on her face. She hung on to Roxanne's thigh with one hand and kept the other one wedged firmly in her asshole. Her rectum opened, closed, opened wider, and Kay slid in. Her querulous asshole flattened out and disappeared. It felt as if her body had swallowed the advancing hand, sucked it in instead of struggling to repel it. Now it was folded up neatly inside her, a miracle, no pain at all, just the gift, the blessing of someone entering and pleasuring this forbidden part of her body. Kay had made this new channel, made it part of her just by touching it. Her lungs hurt. Had she been shouting?

They rested, Kay almost leaning on her. Roxanne shifted her position slightly to ease a cramp that was threatening to develop in her calf. EZ kneaded her hands and arms, restoring the circulation. She gave herself over to the leather gloves, let the long, powerful fingers dig into her shoulders and stroke her face.

Kay said, “You are something so fine. A pretty girl. I never had me such a pretty girl. It's like wakin' up and finding out you're sleepin' in a pile of money, got your picture on the TV 'cause you're the Lord's anointed. You know what anointed means, don't you, sweetheart? It means you just gonna pour that cream all over me, honey. Cream and honey. Yeah, the tears too. Let 'em run like a river, the bitter with the sweet. It's life, that's all, just life. And sex. A lot of it. More'n you ever had but not more than you deserve. Running down your leg, drippin' off your ass. Run like a river but you can't run away from me pretty girl. I got—got—got you. Got you good, good girl.”

During the delirious, galloping fuck that followed, Roxanne forgot that Kay could reach up and grab her heart, or turn her inside out. She lost all fear and fucked back hard enough to feel the pull in the small of her back. They moved like a reciprocating engine, sparks in her gut triggering expansion, shoving Kay's cam-shaft hand back to her shoulder, the piston-rod arm returning smoothly, setting off a new explosion.

“Nearly up to the elbow,” she heard Alex say. “Holy cunt.”

Subtle pain began to play within her nipples. EZ was manipulating them, using her fingers like feathers and then like clamps. A sensation that began sweetly built into agony. She screamed, lost in the pain, and her overwrought body responded by losing control.

“I didn't tell you to piss on me, did I?” Kay hissed at her.

EZ administered a few stinging slaps. “Think you can let go anytime you feel like it?” she demanded. “What are you, some kind of animal? An animal wouldn't even do that. Look at yourself. Pissing on the floor.”

Kay ran her free hand along the wet, naked thighs and pressed it into Roxanne's mouth. “Lick it off,” she said. “Lick up your own piss.”

Roxanne fought her rising sense of injustice and complied. Her reward was another hit of amyl, and one of EZ's cruelest kisses. She cried aloud into the savage mouth while Kay opened and closed her hand, rotated her fist, and made her piss again. The kiss left her mouth bleeding a little, and the taste of iron made her queasy.

She suddenly wanted to quit. What was happening? Why was she doing this? It was crazy. She was bleeding. Maybe her ass was bleeding. Where was Alex? She felt utterly lonely.

“I'm going to throw up,” she thought, and must have said it. Strong hands in leather gloves materialized all over her body. They were covering and caressing her face, her ribs, her belly, her arms and legs, her hands and feet. A soft tongue began to lick gently at her tears. It was Tyre, comforting her.

Then another face descended—Alex, coming toward her abraded lips. Afraid, she turned her face away, then saw the tender look in Alex's eye. “Daddy,” she whispered. “Look what she's doing to me. I made such a mess. But I like it, I can't help it. Please don't spank me, Daddy.” Their lips touched, merged, and Alex's tongue opened her mouth. Cool water trickled down her throat. She sucked, and Alex fed her a little more water. She swallowed and took more, and clung to her master's lips as Alex swallowed the last of the sweet fluid.

“Still thirsty?” she said. Roxanne nodded. The leather-clad hands continued to soothe and massage her. Alex gestured. One by one, the women came forward and gave her sips of water from their own lips. She murmured with contentment. Everyone withdrew, leaving her alone with Alex. Kay continued to move her hand within the hot, slick tunnel of Roxanne's ass, but slowly, gently, creating sensations that bloomed by imperceptible degrees, like flowers.

“There's just a little more of this,” Alex told Roxanne softly. She stroked her cheeks, smiled encouragingly. Their faces were only inches apart. Roxanne felt hot waves of heat flow out of her crotch and into her trunk and limbs as she stared into Alex's face. Everything was fine now. There were well-oiled steel ball bearings in the sockets of her hips. She could just spread herself and let them roll, preen under Alex's gaze, make a porno movie of herself for Alex's jealousy and pleasure.

“Anything you want, Daddy, ooh,” she said, a hole rocking to meet Kay's fist. “She just won't stop that, will she, not until you tell her. Don't make her stop yet, Daddy, please.”

Alex's crooked smile promised one hell of a payback for all this teasing. “Kay is going to stay in your ass while EZ puts her hand in your cunt,” Alex said. “Then I bet they make you come. Come while you get double-fucked, both holes at once. And I'm gonna watch it all.”

“Oh God! Daddy, it'll tear me apart. I'm just a little girl.”

“God has nothing to do with this. Look at me.” Alex slapped her several times. “If you are mine, I'll give you to whoever I please. If you don't belong to me, why are we here? Don't give me any of that shit about getting split open, I know how you make your living, fucking your own little pussy while all those men watch from behind the windows and drop quarters in the slot and jerk themselves off. They ought to come all over your face. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Almost as much as you like the idea of being filled so full you can't help but pop. Gotta make sure my little girl gets enough fucking so she can sit still for five minutes, that's the only problem I got.”

Kay had adopted a more insistent, driving rhythm. Roxanne moaned, shouted, rocked in the sling. Then Kay froze, and she felt EZ slithering into her cunt, her fingers splayed out along Kay's forearm. When she finally slid home, they were practically holding hands inside her. Only a thin membrane kept them apart. She could feel them flexing their muscles, turning; even an eighth of an inch of motion made her eyes roll back and her nerve endings sing. There was no way to come on this rollercoaster of sensation. It was an experience more like an orgasm than any other part of sex, but it just kept on happening, peaking, cresting, climbing higher and peaking again.

When Roxanne felt a real climax coming, she sneaked a glance at it, and got scared by how big it was. Alex magically knew all about it, grabbed her head and slammed it into the sling. “Bullshit,” she said. “Aren't you the cunt who was going to wear it all out? Now you're holding out on us, you little coward. I won't stand for this shit.” Alex stuffed one of her gloves into Roxanne's mouth. “Bite down on that if you get scared. Now come!”

A skillfull finger was moving around the head of her clit. That had to be Alex, who was also tweaking her nipples, hurting them and then smoothing the pain away. The feeling was exactly right. It was irresistible. Her eyes opened wide—wide—wide as Alex's terrible grin. Five more seconds of intolerable clitoral bliss, the twin fists and forearms buried in her body, taking turns coming in, going out, her nipples blazing—she screamed one long scream, perfect as the orgasm that engulfed her, and bit through Alex's glove. If the roll of leather had not been there, she probably would have chipped her teeth. There were muted sounds of praise from the pack.

First EZ, then Kay, slid out of her—slowly, so slowly that she felt no tug or pull inside. Oddly enough, it felt as if they were going in, not coming out.

Alex tossed them trick towels. They withdrew to wash up. Alex touched Roxanne's cheek, ducked under the sling, and popped between her legs, wiping the grease from her outspread thighs and ass. Tyre had usurped EZ's programming at the tape deck. Quiet classical music replaced the loud rock. Joy climbed up on the platform and freed Roxanne's wrists. Alex took her feet out of the stirrups. But they left her sitting up in the sling until Kay got back from the john.

Roxanne slid into her arms and clung to her. “You're good, you know that?” Kay told her. “You're only the second woman I've ever done that to. And you're the first one who told me you liked it. I'd pay to watch that. You're a hot fuck, for such a little girl.”

Roxanne smiled into her shoulder, and nestled in. “I'm hungry,” she said. “I feel all hollow inside.”

“I wonder why,” Kay said cynically, and half-carried, half-hauled her to one of the mats along the wall and made her sit down. Tyre had opened the refrigerator behind the bar and began to set trays out on the counter. “Anybody want some sushi?” she asked. “There's beer and fresh coffee, and lots of saki.”

“Heat some saki up for me,” Kay called. She reached for her boot. Something jingled. Roxanne thought to herself, how quickly a bottom learns to listen. Any faint rustle in the background may herald a new twist in the game. It is therefore of no small importance (especially if you are tied up) to be able to distinguish between snaps, buckles, and padlocks being undone. She herself, in Alex's game room, knew which whip Alex had removed from the wall by the number of steps she took to reach it and the sound it made leaving its hook and traveling through the air in Alex's hand.

Kay collared her. EZ came strolling over, removed a blob of Crisco from Roxanne's nose, and grinned at the look on her face. She unfastened the chain that hung through the left epaulet and armpit of her jacket and handed it to Kay. “It's a wonder anybody ever lets you up off your back,” she told the girl in Kay's collar. “It's really obvious how much you dig it.” Her voice was wistful. She hunkered down and watched Kay turn the chain into a leash. “Last boy we dressed up this way didn't git home for a long time,” she added.

“Oh, he's still there,” Kay said, “sleepin' it off under all the dirty laundry.”

“Well, now you know why I haven't done the wash yet.”

Kay gave her a hard look. “Wouldn't be much point to me diggin' him out and sending him home since you'd just drag in a new one.”

“On your orders,” EZ snapped.

“Oh? I had no idea I was so important.”

“You are very important,” EZ said, talking to Kay's spurs. “I couldn't tell you just how much.”

“Well.” Kay appeared to be chewing on something. “Let's join the party.”

The two of them helped Roxanne to her feet. She swayed for a few moments, dizzy, and grabbed for EZ's shoulder. “Hold it,” Kay ordered. “Take a few deep breaths, and let the blood climb from your cunt to your brain.”

Everyone else was already seated at the bar, sipping saki and plying their chopsticks amid the bamboo trays of sushi and sashimi. Tyre had put a pot of fresh coffee on a hot plate at the bar, and now she was helping herself to the tightly wrapped morsels of fresh octopus, shrimp, salmon, tuna, bass, and red snapper.

There was a brass hitching post behind the tall, black bar stools. Kay looped one end of the chain leash around this railing and padlocked it into place. Roxanne was free to come and go along the length of the bar, but no further. When Alex got off her stool to check out this new development, Roxanne immediately fell on her knees.

“Assume the first position,” Alex told her, just to show her off, and she went to the end of her chain, knees apart, hands upturned and resting on her thighs. At a look from Alex, she took the chain until it fell more attractively, and adjusted her hands so they were further from her sex. The master caressed her wet fur with the toe of her boot for a few (too few!) seconds, scratched the top of her head, then returned to her stool.