Chapter 5

Al caressed my soft ass meat with his big paw for long seconds, then his hand pulled up and I tensed with anticipation. There was no warning, just a sudden, harsh blow that squashed my ass flesh flat. I felt the blow jar my body, heard the crack of his hand against my flesh, then an instant later, an incredibly sharp, violent pain ripped into my body.

I screamed in shock and pain. It had been a long while since anyone had slapped me on the ass, at least, that hard, and I guess I'd forgotten just how sharp and painful it could be. The pain eased but left a burning ache behind as my legs kicked helplessly and I tried to wiggle off Al's lap.

He held me in place easily, his hand rising, then cracking down on my ass cheeks again. Again there was that terribly sharp pain, a lancing agony that shot into my ass and stunned my system for a second. Again I screamed, forgetting the sexual aspect entirely, wanting only to get away from him.

But it was hopeless of course. I was not even close to a match for his strength. His hand cracked down again and again, and no amount of wriggling or squirming or crying or sobbing was going to do anything to stop it.

I wept as the spanking continued, and slowly, the sharpness of the slaps eased. My ass was burning hot, and that heat seemed to absorb and dull the sharpness of each new blow. The heat in my ass began to spread too, spread downward into my belly, and down between my thighs to my pussy.

I knew the guys were getting turned on too, and knew that I was shortly going to get fucked hard by a bunch of them. I mewled in pain still, my ass hurting, but it was not the kind of pain it was before and it was rapidly giving way to a different kind of heat.

Then Al's hand, the one slapping me, slipped between my parted thighs and rubbed across my cunt mound. He pulled his hand out and then slapped my ass again, then slid his hand back between my legs again, giving my pussy a little squeeze.

Between each slap he would squeeze or rub my pussy. Then he started to finger fuck me, two fingers sliding in and out of my wet pink cunt flesh in between spanks. I started to grind myself back against his fingers and he laughed. I knew I should be embarrassed, and in a way I was, but in another way, well, this was my fantasy. Why was I fighting it? I should be drawing it all in, revelling in their abuse.

"I gotta pork this bitch!" Al groaned at last.

He pulled me around so I was sitting on his lap, facing his friends, my ass hot ass cheeks pressing down on his bathing suit covered thighs. He pulled his cock free and I felt its bare heat against my anus. For a moment I thought he would fuck me there, but instead, as I eased upward and bent forward, he pushed it into my cunt tube.

I moaned in relief and sank back down on it, taking the thing way up inside me. My eyes half closed and I started to hump up and down on the thick meat as Al gripped my hips and bucked up into me. One of his friends stood up and came forward, standing in front of the chair.

He gripped my hair and pulled my face forward into his naked crotch. My lips folded around his hard erection and I swallowed it gladly, shaking my head from side to side just so my hair would be pulled as he gripped it.

I was in a powerful high, fully in the thrall of my fantasy now, all resistance gone. I didn't even try to hold myself upward, letting my arms fall at my sides as he held my hair and fucked his cock into my mouth. I was leaning forward, my legs spread as Al bucked up into me from the rear.

His hands slid down onto my ass cheeks and then he slapped them both at the same time, sending a sharp burst of pain into my system. I wallowed in it, sucking hard on the prick as it pumped inside my mouth. I pulled my wrists up and put them behind me, holding my left wrist with my right hand.

I groaned and worked my mouth on the hard prick within, bouncing gladly on Al's fuck tool as it pumped into my pussy hole. The others gathered around us and my hands reached up as if on their own accord, grabbing for the pricks on my left and right.

My small fingers slid around a pair of cocks and I began to jerk them off as I sucked off the guy in front of me. I moaned, my pleasure soaring as the erotic high of doing four men at once hit my bleary mind. I wanted more, needed more. I wanted them all to fuck me at once. I wanted to be a wanton, slutty, fuck animal, a slave to their sex organs.

The cock in my mouth erupted in a long, sizzling stream of cum, which I drank down greedily, sucking and licking at the rod until it was almost soft. The guy pulled it out and another guy moved in to take his place.

He pulled my head way back, using my hair. I moaned as the pain shot into me. I thought he was going to stuff his prick down my throat but he surprised me. He pushed my head way back, forcing me to arch my back. Al grabbed hold of my hair then, holding it tightly as the guy in front of me grabbed my fat, round titties.

He mashed them together around his cock and began to slide his long, thin meat up and down my chest, using my fleshy milk bags to squash down around his prick as he pumped it between them. His fingers dug deeply into my pliable meat and mashed it hard against his sliding prick, but the pain and degradation only excited me more.

I was on the verge of cumming and as my hands continued to fondle the cocks beside me and Al continued to pump his staff up into my fuck tube, I bent my own body backwards, my mind imaging the sight I must present and using it to whip me upwards into a powerful orgasmic cataclysm of sexual ecstacy.

I shook, violently. My head rolled as I arched my body even further, moaning and whimpering, eyes closed as wave after wave of sexual delirium ripped through my body. It felt glorious! I felt glorious! My body was alive with explosive sexual energy that was crackling and tearing all through me.

I bounced madly on Al's prick as it spewed inside me, then more cum spat out from the cock on my left. It splattered against the side of my face and I sighed gladly. Then the cock pumping between my tits shot off, the cum spurting against my chest, my titties, and up into my face.

Al shoved me forward off his lap and I fell to my knees on the ground. Hands grabbed at me, fighting for possession. A thick hand gripped my ankle, pulling me hard, half lifting me off the grass. Another hand grabbed my other ankle and for a moment the two pulled me in opposite directions.

Then I was raised, one on either side of me, each holding a thick hand around one of my slender legs, keeping them well apart. My weight was as nothing to them as they held me in mid-air, then began to insert their bloated fuck sticks.

The guy in front pushed his down into my cunt hole while the guy in back forced his into my anus. They held me easily as they began to work their pricks in and out of my body. I moaned in dazed confusion, looking at the upside down world through bleary eyes.

Someone, Al, I think, fetched rope and my ankles were tied, then I was hung from a tree branch, my legs wide apart. Now that they had both hands free, the two guys fucking me really began to ram their dicks into my belly.

I was getting dizzier by the minute as all the blood rushed to my head. My hands hung down below me, sweeping the grass as I swung between one rapist and the other. I had never been fucked upside down before but it was just one more glorious degradation to my tumbled down mind.

My crotch was completely open to them and they made full use of it, their prongs humping down harshly, their bodies smashing into mine, their hands gripping my soft, yielding flesh. All I could do was moan and grunt and whimper.

One came, then the other. Both were quickly replaced and the hard, almost desperate pumping continued. More semen gushed down into my bowels and fuck box, and again the pumping continued. I was doing little more than gurgling weakly by the time the last of them used me, hanging upside down does strange things to your mind, especially when you cum.

I came and came, and there was no strength left to do anything except breath, and barely enough for that.

They cut me down and I tumbled to the ground in a heap, laying there unmoving, my head heavy. Then I got lightheaded as the blood began to rush back out of my head. The world swam around me and I groaned in pain, my head throbbing.

I moved down the hallway, passing the heavily armoured guards who eyed me with hunger in their eyes. I was naked, clad only in my chains as I made my way to the Lord's room. I stopped outside, then tapped meekly at the door.

"Come in." he called. I pushed open the door and moved through, looking down at the floor. "You called me, master?" I asked.

"Come in, slave." he said. I closed the door and hurried in to obey. My master sat on a thickly cushioned chair, two slave boys waving tall palm fronds to cool him. I moved to him and knelt at his feet.

"My member requires your attention, slave." he said, casually, as though telling me for a cup of water. I crawled up into his lap and opened his breeches, taking his limp member between my soft, full lips as he lay back and yawned.

I slurped on it, sucking softly, running my tongue up and down the shaft. My tongue licked down around his testicles, caressing each with its softness, then running back up the shaft again. I opened my mouth wide and engulfed the head of his organ, letting my lips slide all the way down to its base.

His organ stiffened beneath my well tutored ministrations, soon filling my mouth and then some. His prong stood up straight and proud and my full young lips bobbed up and down its length as he sighed in pleasure.

He pulled my head back by the hair, then shoved me back, moving forward to the edge of the chair. I turned quickly, dropping forward onto my hands as I pushed my behind up at him. I wriggled back, my legs going beneath the chair as I backed into it, my behind right up at the edge.

He grabbed my hips as he sat forward on his chair. Then I felt his organ push against my puffy opening. He hesitated not at all, pushing forward, forcing the entire length of his malehood into my opening, pushing it deep into my warm belly.

I moaned in happiness, for it was a great honour to have the master inside me. He worked his organ in and out as I squeezed down repeatedly on it, the way I had been taught long years ago after I had been captured. His member pumped quickly, and within minutes his sticky white seed surged across the length of his tube, from his body to mine, and gurgled down into my receptive belly.

He grunted in relief and pushed me away. I turned, still kneeling, and he dismissed me.

"Thank you, master." I said. He waved negligently and I backed towards the door, then opened it and hurried back down the hall, hurrying back to the slave quarters lest I be beaten.

In my dream there had been a rough metal collar around my throat. It was still there as I woke, and so I thought at first that the dream was continuing. But no, it was soon apparent that I was back in my own time, my body still weak but a little more coordinated now.

There was a long chain locked to the collar and locked also around the tree I was lying next to. I realized then that Al had gotten around to going through my things. I felt a surge of heat between my loins and crawled forward to the end of the chain.

I was alone out here. It was late afternoon and I wondered where they guys were. I cocked my head, aware as I did so that I was acting like an animal, and happy. I heard their voices coming from the cabin, and after a few minutes determined that they were playing cards. I lay on the grass, content enough for now, in my collar and chain.

I wondered what my friends, my teachers, my family would think or do if they saw me now. The shock that would no doubt be on their faces would be something to see. I had kept this side of myself well hidden. There were very few people who would understand. Most likely they would think I was sick and get me to a psychiatrist, fast.

After a while, one of the guys came out of the house. I didn't remember his name but he was big and heavily muscled and had long hair. He sneered at me as he approached, and shivers went through my body.

"On your knees, slut." he said.

"Yes master." I replied meekly. His jaw dropped and he stared at me as I got to my knees and turned around, showing him my ass. I raised my ass and spread my legs as he stopped behind me.

"Fuck!" he said, dropping to his knees. I felt his hands sliding over my ass cheeks, then his hard prick pushing against my fuck opening. He rammed his hips forward, thrusting deep into me with his first stroke.

"Ooooooohhhhh!" I groaned.

"Yeah! You like that, don't you, whore!"