Survival - By Thunder
Chapter Four
Vicky woke with a start and laid very still to try to get her wits
about her. She was laying down on something soft. The last thing
she remembered was being electrically stimulated beyond belief. As
she came more and more awake, she realized she was in the room she
was told would be her permanent living quarters. The chain leash
attached to her collar was anchored to the wall as before. She sat
up and then weakly made her way into the bathroom to use the
toilet. The chain was just long enough to allow this.
She came back into the bedroom, lay on the bed for a few minutes.
She drifted back into a restful sleep until she awoke to the guard
removing her chain from the wall anchor. As she stood to follow
the guard, she realized how sore her crotch was from the over
stimulation of the muscles. She was led nude to the living area
and she saw Megan, sleepy and rubbing her eyes, being led from her
room. Both women were nude except for those ridiculous high heels
that made them bend slightly at the waist for balance. The act of
bending also caused their breasts to bounce with each step.
The women were led to the little breakfast area again and were
chained to the anchor in the floor. The attendants brought in a
wonderful array of fresh fruit and breakfast breads along with
coffee. Megan asked Vicky to tell what had happened during her
performance. Vicky winced at the memories and told Megan that she
wanted to block out these thoughts and would not share any of the
details. Vicky told Megan that she had decided the way to get
through this ordeal until they were rescued was to become a
zombie. As a zombie, she could tolerate what ever happened as long
as she kept a blank mind. Vicky told Megan to try and do the same
because when they were rescued, Megan would meet a wonderful man
that would love her and provide her with tender caring sexual
gratification.
Obviously interested in what that sort of experience felt like,
Megan pressed a bit. She asked Vicky about the few times she had
been forced to watch her mom orgasm. She wanted to know if Vicky
had achieved any pleasure from those times. Vicky winced again and
tried to explain how the pole and other devices used on her were
designed to rip an orgasm from an unwilling victim. Vicky assured
Megan that in the right circumstances an orgasm achieved through
tender caresses or even animal lust between two loving partners was
much better. Megan tucked these words of motherly wisdom away.
Breakfast done, the guards collected the woman and led them to the
bathing area. Vicky was in dire need to soak and try to relieve
the soreness in her crotch, legs and back muscles. Being
electrically stimulated to orgasm beyond endurance was one
performance Vicky did not want to repeat.
They took off their ridiculous heels and entered the pool of warm
swirling water. This time, the four female attendants dropped
their robes and joined Vicky and Megan. As they soaked and
relaxed, the attendants soaped and rubbed their bodies. Vicky was
in heaven letting her mind go blank. The two attendants working on
Vicky rubbed the back of her neck and her thighs helping to rub the
soreness away. As the attendant rubbing her legs got closer, she
gently rubbed Vicky's sensitive pussy. It felt too good to object
so Vicky just laid there with her legs wrapped around the
attendant. The attendant used one hand to massage Vicky's sore
lips and clit and used her other hand to rub and massage Vicky's
ass hole. The attendant was so gentle and the sensation so
powerful, Vicky was lost in the sensation of the moment. The
attendant moved a finger against Vicky's ass hole and gently and
slowly pushed until she penetrated to the second knuckle. She
moved the finger in and out very slowly and at the same time, the
other hand had Vicky's clit, slowly and skillfully making Vicky
forget everything except the gentle sensation.
Vicky relaxed deeper and deeper and her desire to release a
powerful orgasm increased. Just as she was about to step over the
point of no return, she heard Megan gasp a guttural animal moan and
saw Megan in much the same position with the attendants working
between Megan's legs. Vicky's last thought before stepping into
her own private release was, "enjoy baby".
The attendants helped Vicky and Megan to the massage table and both
women just collapsed onto them, exhausted by the powerful release
they had both achieved almost at the same time. The attendants
busied themselves to the task at hand and oiled their bodies.
Vicky looked over at Megan who was just laying there with her eyes
glazed over. Vicky had anger in her soul for the way they were
both being treated but at the same time, was thankful the
experience was gentle for Megan.
As the attendants rubbed and massaged, they also shaved both women
to a smooth silky touch. Vicky was almost glad she didn't have to
perform the difficult task of keeping shaved. Vicky got irritated
when the attendant started going after her crotch again. Looking
over at Megan, the attendant already had Megan's legs spread wide
and was working on her clit. Megan was just lying there moaning
softly. The attendant working on Vicky said, "Mistress Kim give
orders to make you cum together. Much practice planned for you".
Vicky tried to sit up and the attendant at her head grabbed her
collar and held her head to the table. The attendant whispered in
Vicky's ear, "no, guard come, you be sorry" Vicky closed her eyes
and laid back, lost in thoughts of the torture she would perform on
Mistress Kim. The attendant worked on Vicky's clit and got no
response. Megan gasped and quivered on her table to a second
thunderous orgasm. The attendant leaned close to Vicky's ears and
said, "Mistress Kim said cum together, we keep kitten going until
you cum". Vicky looked over and the two attendants had changed
position on Megan and now her pussy and clit was under energetic
attack by the mouth and tongue of the fresh attendant. Megan was
somewhere off in her own world, oblivious to her surroundings.
Vicky closed her eyes again and drifted into her zombie state. The
expert tongue of the attendant drove Vicky to another point of
release. As Vicky started to moan, she heard Megan hit a high
pitched groan that lasted until Vicky's body went limp at the end
of her own release.
Both women were toweled off and given robes and their heels placed
back on their feet. They were led to their living quarters and
almost as soon as they sat on the sofa and hugged each other, Megan
fell asleep. Vicky held her daughter, vowing to get even for this
outrage.
After lunch, Vicky was taken to her bed and forced to rest for her
performance. Megan was taken to her bed and left alone. Megan lay
there with thoughts of the intense orgasms she was so skillfully
brought to.
The guard came in to collect Vicky. As they entered the living
area, Vicky tugged at the chain and stopped. She held up a finger
to motion for just a minute and with her fingers, pointed to her
eyes and then to Megan's closed bedroom door. The guard stopped
for a second, thought and then let the chain go slack. Vicky
walked to Megan's door and quietly opened it. There on the bed was
Megan, her legs wide and both her hands busy at her own crotch.
Vicky winced and softly closed the door. With her head down and a
new rage of hatred for Mistress Kim, Vicky was lead to her nightly
performance.
Vicky was already slipping into her zombie like escape when her
robe was removed, her hands cuffed behind her and her ankles tied
together. She did notice a strange woven basket attached to the
hoist cable. The basket hung directly over a large table with a
soft padded top. The basket was tall and wider at the top than at
the bottom. Its shape was similar to a peach basket she used to
use to harvest peaches at a pick your own orchard back home. Home,
those thoughts seemed like a hundred years ago right now.
The curtain opened and the thunder of the crowd shocked her back to
reality. Mistress Kim pranced on stage followed by six nude women
in heels. The six women lined up behind the table, which was
positioned side ways to the crowd. Mistress Kim pranced around
speaking loudly over the public address system. Vicky could not
understand what was said but the crowd obviously was eating it up.
Vicky stood there watching the evil little bitch wishing looks
could kill. The crowd rushed the stage again waving wads of
money. Vicky figured it was cum bath time again and fought down a
gag reflex. Mistress Kim went down the line and snatched the large
wads of bills from six men. Vicky hung her head and swallowed
hard.
The men came on stage and stood behind the table with the six nude
women. The women busied themselves helping the men out of their
clothes. When the men were naked, chairs were brought out for five
of them and Mistress Kim lined them up and changed their order from
left to right. The man left standing was receiving an expert cock
sucking by the naked woman assigned to him. When he was hard, he
was helped up on the table and laid on his back. His little penis
stuck up and the naked women continued to stroke and suck it.
The basket was lowered to the floor and two guards came over to
Vicky. She was lifted and her ass set directly over the basket.
As Vicky slid down the cone shape of the basket, her legs were
forced to her chest. She looked like a broken mannequin with the
torso and legs sticking out of the top of the basket. As she slid
to the bottom, the hoist cable started to rise and she realized
there was no bottom in the basket. She slipped further and finally
wedged tightly to a stop with her ass hanging helplessly from the
bottom of the basket. This position was very restrictive and she
could barely catch her breath.
The motor hummed and the basket raised high above the table. As it
descended again, the naked woman working on the man lying on the
table reached for the basket. As the basket continued it's decent,
the naked woman guided Vicky's exposed pussy to just above the
man's stiff penis. As the hoist let the basket slowly descend,
Vicky felt the head of the man's penis come in contact with her
pussy. The crowd had an unobstructed view of what was happening.
As his penis started to penetrate, Vicky realized the hanging
position she was forced into caused her pussy to be squeezed tight
as a fist. The man on the table moaned loudly as he entered her
tight hole.
The motor of the hoist hummed and clunked and the cable was raised
and lowered about two inches. The man just lay there with his
penis up Vicky's tight hole as the hoist raised and lowered the
basket in a precise fucking motion. The man was moaning and
reaching for Vicky's ass to stroke it. The naked woman was playing
with the man's balls and rubbing his inner thighs.
The naked woman reached up and took hold of the basket and gently
pushed. It started to freely rotate in a circle. The hoist never
stopped pumping the basket up and down. The naked woman stopped
the basket from its circular motion and pushed it in the opposite
direction. Vicky was getting dizzy. Up and down and round and
round on the man's penis, Vicky's tight hole was being used like a
drill being poked through an object only in this case, the object
turned and not the drill.
The hanging position she was forced into caused Vicky's opening to
be so tightly squeezed that the man on the table did not last
long. He erupted inside her with an arch of his back and loud
scream of something Vicky was sure had an obscene meaning.
The hoist raised the basket and the man rolled to the floor. The
naked woman came over to the basket and as it descended, got
directly under it and attached her mouth to Vicky's dripping hole
and sucked and licked, draining Vicky of the man's load. Vicky
hated the feeling but soon gave in and shuddered to an orgasm.
The second man jumped on the table and was soon licked and sucked
to erection and Vicky was again lowered on the man's penis. The
woman assigned to this man did the same thing. Caressing the man
and stroking his legs along with spinning the basked to drill his
penis up Vicky. This man lasted longer but the same effect, Vicky
was squirted with hot cum as the man yelled and squirmed.
The hoist raised and the woman grabbed the basket and maneuvered
Vicky's helpless hole to her mouth. Again Vicky was repulsed by
the woman's tongue probing but had to hang there unable to stop the
well skilled woman. Vicky again shuddered and bucked as much she
could in the helpless position.
On her torment went until all six men had fired their hot load up
Vicky and each time, the woman attendant sucked and cleaned Vicky
to orgasm. It took almost 20 minutes for Vicky to find release for
her sixth orgasm but the last woman did not give up until she
achieved her goal.
Vicky was so exhausted she just hung in the basket wishing for the
restful bed in her chambers. The motor of the hoist hummed, the
basket was lifted, the women pushed the table out of the way and
basked started to descend again.. Vicky was in such a position,
she couldn't really see what was happening. She felt it before she
knew what it was. She was being lowered on the damn pole. It has
been raised from the floor.
The hoist lowered her and the women helped guide her tight hole to
the rounded cap of the pole. Lubricant was spread on the pole cap
and Vicky engulfed the pole with one swift and smooth motion. The
initial shock of the pole coming to life made her buck and squirm
her legs. After the gentle sensation of being tongued to orgasm,
the brutality of the pole was like night and day. There was very
little warm up and the pole had Vicky firing off her first orgasm
in less than a minute. Before she could catch her breath, her
second and third orgasm ripped through her. A half a minute later,
with the pole at full power, Vicky squirted a powerful stream of
cum toward the crowd. A full minute of full power and fucking by
the pole and she shot a second stream and the pole was dropped
leaving her hole gaping and quivering.
The basket was lowered to the floor and two guards came out. They
pulled Vicky from the basket, put a small hobble chain between her
ankles and blindfolded her. Her wrists were still cuffed behind
her. Mistress Kim had the microphone again and was whipping up
the crowd. Vicky thought they were ready to close the performance
for the evening. She had to rest. She was very shaky and could
hardly stand without help from the guards.
The crowd was still noisy, clapping and banging the tables. The
guards grabbed Vicky and lifted her. She thought to her self, "no
more, I can't take any more". She realized the guards were
lowering her off the stage as she felt hands reaching for her. She
screamed and tried to get away. In her blind panic she tried to
run and the hobble chain caught her short and she started to fall.
There were so many hands reaching for her there was no possibility
she would hit the floor. Her breasts were squeezed, her nipple
rings yanked and twisted, her legs forced apart to the extent the
hobble chain would allow and her crotch brutally probed and
penetrated. She felt as though she was being violated by what
seemed like a thousand hands. She moved and staggered and fell in
her blindness. When she fell, she was grabbed by hands and
supported and positioned for new hands to take the place of the
ones she just escaped from. She was jostled and pushed and tugged
in so many different directions she felt like an out of control
newspaper being blown down a wind swept street.
Finally after what seemed like hours, she was lifted back to the
stage. The curtain was apparently closed and she was carried back
to her quarters. The blindfold, hobble and cuffs were removed and
her chain attached to the wall anchor for the night. She drifted
to a fitful sleep still feeling the phantom pawing from her
overloaded sensory organs.
