Rape Toys

Chapter 5 – Cunt Catching

The bikers were having a good time taking Yvonne's furniture under the bitch's very nose. Hiring the cheapest help you can find is not always the best idea.

Yvonne watched as the heavyset movers carried her furniture out to the van. The movers looked like a tough lot. She had never seen so many tattoos in her life. Her new apartment had much better security, although it was much pricier. It was the first time that she had been back to her old apartment. She shuddered briefly as the gangbang. memories flooded back.

"Feeling cold?"

Yvonne smiled.

"Not really, just having some bad memories."

The biker bitch was all wide-eyed innocence. Dresses in her 'straight' clothes, navy blue pantsuit and matching high heels, Nikki looked stunning, quite the professional apartment hunter, able to hustle up whatever a client wanted on short notice. It helped that Yvonne wasn't going anywhere really. Nikki showed her pricey apartments and promised deals that she would never have to deliver on.

They watched as the last of her furniture moved into the van. Nikki smiled radiantly.

"Let's check the van to make sure that everything is packed so that it won't shift."

Yvonne was grateful to have found someone who was so obviously competent. They stepped into the back of the van with the chief mover, a heavyset bruiser who had been introduced to her as Chuck although his friends knew him as Big Bill. Yvonne watched in admiration as Nikki handled the controls that raised the ramp at the back of the van.

"You do that like a professional, Nikki!"

Nikki simpered prettily at Chuck.

"Chuck taught me how."

Watching them together, Yvonne thought privately that perhaps it wasn't all that Chuck had taught her. Inwardly, she shrugged. It didn't matter how Nikki got her the great deal on the movers and the apartment. Nikki glanced around at the loaded furniture and tugged professionally at a few ropes.

"Good job, Chuck!"

Big Bill handed Yvonne a clipboard with a complicated form on it. Nikki pointed to the bottom of the clipboard.

"All that says is that they loaded your stuff and it was OK when it went into the van. Just sign where it says 'signature'."

Yvonne took the pen from the top of the clipboard. She was peering in confusion at the bottom of the form, trying to figure out where to sign, when she felt her co-ordination taken out.

The clipboard clattered to the floor as Yvonne dropped to her knees. Mouth agape; looking like a clubbed fish, Yvonne stared up in stunned amazement at Nikki, who held a small spring-loaded sap in her hand. An impatient teacher, Chuck firmly took the sap from Nikki's fingers.

"You didn't hit her hard enough."

He clipped Yvonne expertly across the back of the head. She pitched forward, arching prettily, tits first. Hitting the floor hard, she lay still.

"Like that."

Nikki giggled as urine stained the crotch of Yvonne's jeans.

When Yvonne regained consciousness, she was on her knees behind a motorcycle. Her wrists were tethered to the top of the sissy bar on the back of a Harley. Since the rapes, Yvonne had taken to wearing clothes that covered her completely: pants to cover her sexy legs, long sleeves, baggy tops to hide her breasts, high necks, no make-up. Her turtleneck sweater, jeans, bra and panties were all thrown in the ditch at the side of the road. All she had on were tennis shoes and white athletic socks. Nikki looked back at her from atop the Harley, her arms wrapped around Big Bill's waist.

"Time for Sleeping Beauty to wake up and meet her Prince."

Yvonne coughed as Big Bill revved the engine, blowing exhaust into her flinching face. A helpful hand reached between her legs, cupped her genitals and lifted upwards. Frantically, Yvonne scrambled to her feet. She stood, swaying queasily, her beaten brains pounding inside her skull.

"There's nothing like a run in the country to clear your head."

The engine of the Harley roared thunderously and Yvonne found herself trotting along behind it, stumbling desperate to keep up. Tits bouncing, bare bum dimpling prettily, Yvonne stepped through the lonely countryside, surrounded by a pack of revving Harleys. The bikers took turns zooming in to give her a quick goose.

Yvonne was tough, but she was no track star. The bikers kept her jiggling along at a brutal pace. Yvonne tripped, scrambling frantically to stay on her feet. On the back of the bike in front of her, Nikki was full of helpful advice.

"Try and stay up, fuckhead. If you fall, we'll just keep going and scrape your tits off on the road."

Panting hard, Yvonne was soon swathed in a glistening sheen of perspiration. Yvonne squealed and leapt forward, tits aquiver, each time a Harley roared up alongside her and questing fingers pinched between her pumping thighs.

Yvonne was whooping and wheezing painfully for air, her sweating torso heaving, a stitch in her side, when Big Bill's Harley pulled to the side of the road. He stopped and cut the engine. She sank in exhaustion to her knees on the grass, her bound hands in front of her, still tethered to the Harley. She threw up. To Yvonne, it felt like she was trying to toss up her toenails. Nikki grinned.

"Time for a nice fuckslut rest to help you get your breath back."

Yvonne was still gasping and wheezing, trying to suck air into her oxygen starved body, when she was flipped onto her back. Strong hands gripped her slim ankles and her legs were opened for business. The first rapist pimp-slapped her briskly in the face and jammed his thick, seven-inch gristle into her hot, unlubricated fuckhole. No gentleman, the rapist leaned his full weight on her, compounding her breathing problems. Yvonne panted and squirmed underneath the severe penile pounding, sobbing gratefully as he unloaded his scum inside her and pulled out his pile driver.

Her relief was short-lived. The next rapist pistoned his fist into her bare belly. Yvonne jack-knifed up as the breath whooshed out of her. Her breasts mashed against the chest of the rapist as he threw himself on top of her, crushing her back to the ground and encunting her in one brutal, well-practised motion. Her naked body writhed frantically against his as he pumped her burning cunt hole hard.

Yvonne was still struggling to breath as he finished. She was flipped over onto her belly. A couple of hard shots to the kidneys had her arching up nicely as her ass-hole was opened for business. Her bare buttocks were prised apart and Yvonne felt the rock-hard member slither into her nether orifice like a snake into a mouse hole. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and jerked her head up to keep her nicely arched, her breasts jiggling freely.

A pair of snakeskin boots stepped into Yvonne's range of vision. A woman who's getting her asshole reamed sometimes has trouble focussing on the world outside of her burning rectum.

He lifted her chin with the pointed toe of his boot. Yvonne's bloodshot eyes lifted skyward to take in the features of her old buddy Pablo. He grinned gloatingly down at her.

"Remember me, sweetmeat?"

Yvonne's voice shook with each reaming thrust, fear etched on her sweating face.

"I remember you, Pablo. I ran away. I'm no trouble to you anymore."

Pablo wasn't the 'forgive and forget' kind of guy that women love to take advantage of. He preferred his sexual relationships violent, with him as what the law enforcement community calls the 'perp' (i.e. the dominant one driving the relationship). A deeply caring man, Pablo believed firmly in corrective discipline.

Pablo treated Yvonne to his version of 'tough love'.

"There's an example to be made. Red-hot defiant cunts like you have to be chilled, sweetmeat. I can't let you get away with bad behaviour."

Yvonne's hard humping anal intruder finished at last with a grunt and a squirt. He withdrew and Pablo assumed control. He untied the rope from the sissy bar of the bike and led an exhausted Yvonne over to a tree stump. He kicked the backs of her knees, forcing her to kneel facing it. Helpful hands guided her arms around the stump and tied her wrists to a root at the bottom of the far side of the stump.

It was time for Mr. Relationship to bond with his bitch. He kicked her legs apart and knelt between them, unzipping. It says much for the level of abuse she had recently experienced, that Yvonne merely looked resigned as yet another rectal rapist parted her cheeks and Pablo's long, thick dick stretched her aching asshole wide.

As he pumped away in the slow steady rhythm of someone who's settling in for a good long stay, Pablo pulled a pair of needle nose pliers from his shirt pocket. He held them in front of Yvonne's scrunched-up, sweating face. Her eyes stared at the steel needle nose, mystified, as he threaded an iron ring onto the snout of the pliers, sliding it back to where the steel jaws hinged. That done, he grabbed Yvonne's long black hair and jerked her head back.

He tapped impatiently at her teeth with the steel jaws of the pliers. Since it was a question of having her teeth shattered or opening her mouth, Yvonne reluctantly opened. He reached in, gripped her tongue firmly with the pliers and pulled it out. He slid the small iron ring along the jaws of the pliers and onto her tongue, pushing it down to the base, rolling up her tongue like a napkin in a napkin ring.

Pablo loved having a beautiful babe impaled on his dick, screaming and squirming. He pulled her tongue forward until it was resting on top of the stump. Nikki, who loved watching anyone scream and squirm, helpfully placed the point of a drywall nail on top of Yvonne's tongue.

Nikki loved the anticipation in a victim's eyes. Yvonne, believing foolishly in the sisterhood of women, looked up at her pleadingly as Nikki dithered playfully, trying to make up her mind where to position the nail exactly. The surrounding crowd of bikers, connoisseurs of anguish, waited, enjoying the spectacle, while Nikki fiddled with the nail, finding the artistically exact spot on the wet pink tongue stretched out before her. Yvonne moaned piteously in fear. Grinning hugely behind her, Pablo kept humping away, crushing a tit with one hand while he held her tongue in place atop the stump with the other.

At last, Nikki was satisfied. She nodded at Big Bill.

Careful of Nikki's slim fingers holding the nail, Big Bill delicately tapped the nail in while Yvonne squealed like a boiled pig. With her ringed tongue securely nailed to the top of the stump, Pablo released his grip on the needle nose pliers.

Taking out a whetstone, he placed it suggestively next to Yvonne's tongue on the stump. He held his switchblade in front of Yvonne's eyes and pressed the button. She flinched as the gleaming blade popped out. He carefully placed a drop of oil on the whetstone and began to sharpen his knife, slowly and carefully. The scrape of the razor sharp blade on the whetstone was done in time to the burning ream of her rectum. Pablo felt small spurts of warm urine bathe his balls as Yvonne began to pee in fear with each scrape of the blade and each thrust of Pablo's hips. From the feel of things, if her asshole hadn't been plugged, she'd have been shitting herself too.

Pablo, a man of iron constitution and good self-discipline who loved prolonging the moment, kept pumping. His throbbing, erect member slid smoothly in and out of her hot, wide-stretched shit chute, lubricated by blood from Yvonne's slowly tearing rectum. That was all right. He loved stitching them up afterwards.

Helpfully, Big Bill heated up the end of a tire iron with a blowtorch. Pablo tested the blade's sharpness by jerking out a curl of Yvonne's black hair, tossing it in the air and trying a slice of his blade. When it cut the curl in half cleanly and effortlessly before it hit the stump, he was ready.

Yvonne shrieked maniacally as he sliced off the tip of her tongue, clamping her buttocks tight around Pablo's spurting penis. It felt like a line of fire as the blade bit into her tongue. Nikki picked up the bloody tip of Yvonne's tongue and tossed it deep into the woods where only the scavenging insects could find it.

The remainder of Yvonne's tongue sizzled like a cooking steak as Big Bill applied the red hot end of the tire iron to it, cauterizing the wound. With a horrible gargling scream, Yvonne jerked her tongue from the nail. Holding her head down, Pablo erupted in a deeply satisfying orgasm, flooding her bowels with DNA evidence, bonding beautifully with his new bitch.

She blubbered and bawled hysterically as her tongue swelled, sealing the iron ring encircling it permanently in place. Yvonne clamped her hands over her mouth as she was released from the stump.

Pablo gripped her by the hair and trotted her over to the trunk of his stretch limo. His driver popped it open. The trunk was lined with plastic, so any bodily fluids that leaked from Yvonne wouldn't stain the valuable vehicle. Pablo muscled her into the trunk and hog-tied her.

He loved the expression on a mouthy bitch's face after he had tongue-clipped her. The look of shocked horror in their eyes as they tried to talk back to him, making sounds like a severely retarded person with a huge speech impediment talking through a mouthful of hot rocks, was deeply satisfying.

Yvonne screeched hoarsely as he parted her butt cheeks and stitched the tear in her rectum without anaesthetic. While his fingers worked with needle and strong black thread, he chatted amiably with his new pet. He talked about the dangers of unsafe sex with people in the drug trade, commiserating with her that she probably wouldn't live long enough to find out whether she had AIDS or not. He breezily informed her that these weren't dissolving stitches so he'd have to remove them in a few days, cautioning her on the problems involved in keeping the anus clean and avoiding horrible infections. He slammed the trunk shut and sat briefly on the bumper, enjoying her muffled hysterical sobs, a Hallmark moment for the Columbian drug dealer.

He really liked Yvonne. She had the two things he looked for in a playmate: good looks and a high threshold of pain.