Warning: Nothing in the following story represents the beliefs or values of the author. It is entirely fictional, is intended for adults only, does not contain any reference to minors, and depicts both nudity and excessive violence. Please do not try any of the actions depicted at home. This is a story that belongs in the Extreme Stories library, and nowhere else. Everything about it is extreme, as it includes a level of sexual violence that is terminal, and can only be considered extreme. Be warned.
Feature Writer: Regis
Feature Title: HELICOPTER BITCHWHACKERS 1
Published: 08.05.2024
Story Codes: Erotic Horror, Snuff
Synopsis: This is the story of ten wealthy industrialists, most in the munitions business. They have developed a partnership around a mutual hobby — the destruction of shapely young women — involving dangling them beneath their helicopter at a remote seaside resort. It’s an erotic adventure with many shocks, twists, painful pokes and horrors along the way. Enjoy.
Helicopter Bitchwhackers 1
Tanya and Caitlin loved hanging out at the best clubs in town, knowing their curvaceous bodies, wriggled into tight low-cut torso-gripping dresses, their buttocks escaping the back hems, and their sizeable boobs pressed sensuously together in front would draw the attention of every male in the place, and earn them the envious stares of the several other party girls working the place.
These two thrill-seeking girls were only after rich men, however, and had an advantage over all the other shapely young gold-diggers found in the bar scene. They worked in tandem. If you got one, you got both. No single girl could compete with that, because every man’s fantasy is to get two hot women into his bed at once.
The sexually voracious girls were particularly hot. Their idea of a great night out was to catch a rich man, get him into the sack, and work at least three ejaculations out of him, making him feel like the stud of the century. They prided themselves in their ability to make a little dink into a stiff rigid raging prick and to make it spurt its creamy nectar upon demand. Their demand.
They were able to ensure ejaculation occurred at their will. They were not professionals, but through focused experimentation and practice, they were the best, and their hobby often brought them extravagant gifts, usually in cash. There were more millionaires in Los Angeles than they could fuck in a lifetime, but they were willing to take on the task.
They had befriended a highly experienced call girl, who had taught them tricks of her profession that most women would never dream of. The comely cunt had taken the time to show them all the skills of seduction and lovemaking in her considerable repertoire, and they had mastered them, adding them to their bag of tricks, through regular practice.
Both Tanya and Caitlin knew how to bring a man’s penis to a gradual but steady erection, to tease it to display raging lust, with one of them taking his organ into her mouth while the other drew both of his testicles into her mouth. They would manipulate his genitals and gonads with their tongues until he was at the point of erupting, with both of them wiggling a finger in his anus for good measure.
They always began a session with a groin-shaving session, removing all pubic hair from the man’s crotch, scrotum, and the hollow between his buttocks, rendering him as smooth as they were, in the type of condition common for a baby. The constant use of their mouths meant all groin hair had to go, as they had no wish to be eating hair pie.
In unison, the girls would raise the man to a state of volatile excitement. When they had him wound up, the one sucking his cock would release him before he lost control, and slide her ready cunt smoothly onto his vertical shaft like a warm moist glove, engulfing his pulsing pole in the firm grip of her vibrant vagina.
When that happened, the other girl kept her mouth wrapped around his scrotum, rolling and coddling his lust-swollen balls with a demandingly sensuous oral action. They had never met a man that didn’t work with, and they used that simple technique on all of the pricks they managed to get into a hotel bed.
They would bring him to peak after peak, holding him short of ejaculation for half an hour, taking turns on him, one sliding easily off his shaft and the other one sliding on so smoothly that he felt little cooling from the moisture left as they changed places. They took turns gripping his testicles in their mouths.
They each gave him a workout with her cunt and mouth until at last they allowed him to ejaculate, but only onto their faces. Their prostitute friend had taught them that men were most satisfied spurting their hot spunk onto a woman’s face. The entire point of their sport was to bring their man the ultimate in satisfaction.
They knew how to get a man inside them to relax while they milked his penis by squeezing his shaft with their skilled vaginas, then work him into a frenzy that came to the edge of ejaculation, and with perfect timing backed him off, so that he felt he had incredible control and endurance.
When he had emptied his balls and slimed their faces, they would immediately resume their oral work on his genitals, and they could usually get a man back to a full pulsing erection within a few moments. They never rushed a man to orgasm, but took him through the program they had developed through extensive experience.
They were, after all, just a pair of cunts, and the place of a cunt in a sexual encounter was to bring a man pleasure and the sense that he had power and total control over her. It was their kind of sexual magic, and why men sought them out time after time. In their more than three years of working men as a team, they had never failed.
Caitlin would begin by embracing his penis between her large breasts and then would move up and alternate between brushing her cunt and breasts on his face. Tanya would take his penis into her anus and vagina, alternating in sync with Caitlin’s movements. They were experts and felt an incredible rush from pleasing the men they had picked up.
Men who had them once wanted to regularly repeat the experience, but they preferred to experience a variety of men, constantly proving themselves with an endless string of new conquests, with infrequent repeats, unless the guy was exceptionally generous. That was their way of operating.
Not surprisingly, their regular success engendered the dislike of the other long-legged bar girls, when they consistently saw the best guys in the place leaving with their arms around the twosome. The girls also liked to participate in some slightly kinky sex, but they always drew the line at anything heavy.
They carried soft cotton rope coiled in their purses, and Caitlin would allow a man to tie her to the bed, or bind her big breasts together so that he could slide his penis between them to make a nice tight tit-fuck. For protection, Tanya always remained unbound, as it was Caitlin who loved the feeling of restraint.
Both carried a straight razor in her purse in case they came across a serious sexual deviant. They never knew when a date would turn mean, and there were some real crazies out there. Only once did the need arise for the use of their weapons. Fortunately, they had anticipated the possibility and were prepared.
Caitlin had been hogtied into a ball, resting on her shoulders on the floor while the man stood over her, his long narrow penis in the firm grip of her tight rectum. The slimy bastard had quietly moved one foot onto her throat. As he reached orgasm, he applied too much of his weight to the bare foot, purposefully, and the sadistic cocksucker was strangling her.
Tanya was at the time upside down in a handstand, with her cunt being mouthed by the man, who suddenly dug his teeth into her cunt-meat in a painful bite, preventing her from moving her hips away. She couldn’t believe she was immobilized by an oral cunt-hold. This was not only humiliating but also removed control from her.
She strained with all her might and was able to get one hand into Caitlin’s purse. She got the razor out, slashed at the man’s leg, and when he jerked his prick out of Caitlin’s asshole, he opened his mouth to scream, his jaw released her cunt from its grip. allowing Tanya to roll and spring to her feet. With a single swift movement, she swung the razor up between his legs.
The flashing blade ripped his ball sack, slashed a deep gash through one of his testicles, and completely removed the other. Tanya quickly used the blade to release her bound friend, and they had ample time to dress and retreat, as the screaming man lay squirming on the floor, rolled into the fetal position.
He moaned loudly as blood spurted from his bare leg and his slashed scrotum. They amazed themselves at how calmly they went through his wallet, removing five thousand in cash but leaving one thousand and all his credit cards in place so that he could not claim a robbery. These girls knew what they were doing.
Before leaving, Caitlin used her blade to add injury to humiliation by slashing off his penis. This fucker paid the ultimate price by losing both his testicles and prick. They left the hotel room separately, and met two blocks away at an all-night coffee shop, with a view of the front of the hotel. They had stayed drinking coffee like old friends for two hours and saw no police cars or ambulance arrive.
It was a hotel they seldom used, and made a point to stay clear of it for the next several months. They were confident that the visiting shoe manufacturer, now a eunuch, would stay clear of any of the bars they frequented, and would not be a problem for them. They continued their nightly sexcapades with no further problems.
They were now sure they were capable of protecting themselves no matter what kind of squeeze they found themselves in. They were able to continue their quest to hit every millionaire in L.A. in a tryst that brought them and him pleasure and for them a generous gift for the way they had made him proud to be a man capable of handling two vivacious cunts at once.
666
It was already 1:30 Saturday morning by the time the girls reached Cafe Inferno, having had an unproductive night. They had worked three of their favorite watering holes and had found only a few overeager salesmen, a couple of over-the-hill executives out on the prowl, and too many college boys, with lots of energy but no money, or skills in pleasing a woman in bed.
The Cafe Inferno was the kind of place they were likely to find the best action. Things didn’t get seriously started until after 1:00 AM and usually lasted until after 5:00 AM on the weekends. Its clientele was upper crust because its drinks were the most expensive in town at eighteen dollars a shot.
People always got value for their money at Cafe Inferno, as the exclusive bar also had the best and most provocative waitresses in town. They wore no panties under their extremely short miniskirts, no pubic hair on their exposed pussies, and were all skilled at discretely picking up a folded twenty-dollar tip from the corner of the table, no hands.
They were so subtle about it that few people beyond those at that table would see the erotic pussy-grab of the bill, but it was a trick the club’s wealthy customers were willing and anxious to see. Tanya and Caitlin had once watched one of the skilled girls collect over three hundred dollars in tips in less than half an hour, without removing any of them from her womb before they tired of counting.
The Cafe Inferno was in truth a kinky sex bar, with a small high stage that carried a single prop: a small wicker basket. The act, starting each half hour, was quite predictable and never changed. Four big muscular male performers rotated throughout the evening, very well-equipped studs.
These men were nude and shaved, including their heads. They were well-hung and enjoyed their work. One of them with a flaccid penis would climb up and dance on the small stage, masturbating himself to full erection. The audience was always impressed at the growth of his member, and its inevitable size, the head of glans so red and flared that the urethra stood open like the mouth of a goldfish.
A nude girl would be led onto the stage, her wrists bound behind her and her mouth tightly gagged. She was laid on her back, the wicker basket was slid under her raised hips, her legs were spread wide, a hand was worked into her vagina, and she was forced to endure a deep and powerful fist fuck by one of the naked musclemen.
After pounding her uterus for up to five minutes, he would finally pull his fist out of her. Then the man would take a large steel needle threaded with butcher string and get the audience cheering as he used it to sew the girl’s hairless cunt closed, neatly stitching the inner lips together and tying a neat bow as he finished.
As a climax to the performance, he would then flip her over onto her hands and knees and anally rape her. White he butt-fucked her, the other man would untie the string bow. At this point, her cunt would start to swell, and she would give birth to a plastic baby doll as if that were something normal.
Tanya and Caitlin knew the girls were well paid to endure this kind of raw kinky sex on the Café Inferno’s stage, but they were also fascinated at their endurance and the power of the two musclemen performing the dehumanizing act. The audience always acted surprised when the doll appeared from inside her cunt. That was how things worked in this kinky club.
Jim, the bartender, was a good friend who knew everybody and would point out the best prospects in exchange for the occasional blow job in the back room. The girls made sure his penis was always well-serviced. This particular evening, he called Caitlan and Tanya over, and cocked his eyebrow toward a slim neatly dressed good-looking guy in grey slacks and a tie, sitting in a booth by himself, sipping a scotch.
“His name’s Tom, big-shot in computers, very well connected in the digital area, lots of influential friends,” Jim told them, “He and several friends have a great place up the coast, real isolated. I worked a party for them there once. Flies in and out in his private helicopter. Why don’t you ask him for a joy ride?”
The girls approached the youngish-looking forty-year-old, who coolly looked them over.
“Hi, ladies, can I buy you a drink?” he asked.
They slid into the booth, one on either side of him. They knew how to make a man feel at home.
“Jim says you have a helicopter,” Tanya said, setting a hand casually on his knee. “We’ve never been in a helicopter before. What’s it like?”
“I love it, but most of the girls I take up find it pretty scary,” he responded. Caitlin felt a sudden chill in not what he said, but in the way he said it. There was something cold and calculating about this man, maybe even something evil, but she found that exciting rather than repulsive.
“I’ve got some friends up for the weekend,” Tom said. “We need, and I’m here to pick up, a couple of good-looking party girls. The kind of ladies who know how to party, down and dirty. You two interested?”
The girls looked at each other, with Caitlin giving Tanya just the briefest flicker of warning, but their adventuresome spirits took hold, and they both nodded. This might be more exciting than they thought. If the guy was really loaded, as Jim indicated, they might be in for some real heavy partying. Five minutes later the trio was in the back of a limousine, headed for the airport.
The helicopter was impressive, Tanya thought, running her hand over the luxurious white leather seat. The big bird had six such seats in the passenger space, plus two up front, in addition to a spacious cargo area between the doors. This commercial-sized craft was not just a little runabout, but a millionaire’s helicopter version of a corporate jet.
Tom, sitting up front, acted as his own pilot, without a co-pilot. The girls wondered if that was legal, but didn’t worry about it. He sure looked like he knew what he was doing. Tom moved with real authority, which impressed the girls. They wondered if he had a prick and balls on him to match his attitude.
They were attracted to men who took control, and this man was proving to be masterful as he revved the engines and lightly lifted the large machine off the Tarmac. Within seconds he dipped the nose, lifted one side of the craft, and it climbed in a new direction, northward, in the direction he had mentioned. So far everything looked to them to be on the up and up.
The bright incandescent carpet of the city twinkled below them, with its white rivers of traffic flowing in an intricate weave, with the texture of streetlights filling in the spaces between freeways. The incredible view was so magical it gave neither girl a sense of fear, although both openly admitted they were afraid of flying and of heights.
They watched the lights merge, with a broader horizon of lights coming into view, and then the city gradually faded away as the terrain grew more rugged and mountainous. Soon only the odd light was seen on the distant ground, and by moonlight, the girls could see the impressive outlines of the coastal mountains as they made their way northward.
An hour later, after seeing no signs of civilization for some time, a distant light appeared, and as they descended toward it. The bright light on the ground began resolving itself into a concrete helipad. As they approached it the girls could make out what proved to be an impressive seaside estate looming in the reflected glow.
After skilfully setting the helicopter down and shutting off all systems, Tom led the girls across the floodlit pad and a stretch of lawn to the side of the large house, then through a sliding door into a luxurious recreation room. They were surprised to see nine other men who were scattered around, watching the projection television, which showed a live picture of the helicopter on the lighted pad. They had watched them arrive.
Some of the men were playing pool or pinball, or sitting at the bar. They all stopped what they were doing and greeted Tom enthusiastically as they saw his shapely female companions. They walked around the two gorgeous women he had brought with him, openly ogling them. The guys were impressed.
“Nice work, Tommy Boy!” one of the men said, his eyes locked on their bosoms.
“Blonde and a brunette, quite a selection!” commented another, who also fixed his stare at their breasts.
“Relax, guys,” Tom said, “This is Toni and … uh. .. Craven?”
“Tanya,” she politely corrected him, “My name is Tanya. I’m the one with the smaller tits! And you’ll notice they’re nicely tanned!”
They bulged beautifully above the low-cut top she was wearing.
“Sorry, Tanya,” Tom said, as if embarrassed, “And, uh …”
He motioned toward Caitlin.
“Caitlin,” Caitlin reminded him. “I’m the one with the bigger tits! And they’re pale, so you can tell us apart.”
She was used to introducing herself and usually had to do so more than once, as people seldom remembered her unusual name. Once they were alone with their male catches, their plan was to draw the conversation to their overt sexuality to break the ice.
“These charming and fun-loving ladies with the nice tan and pale tits have kindly agreed to add that missing feminine touch to our little social gathering,” Tom continued, “This is Gary, Bill, Harv, Andy, Greg, Steve, Phil, Mark, and Jason. Don’t worry about the need to remember their names; from the look on their faces you can just call us all John!”
The men snickered at the implication the two gorgeous party girls were whores. Neither of their female guests missed the dig, but when they were with more than one man, that kind of behavior usually surfaced. They expected crudity and little respect from men in groups. It meant nothing to them, as they realized that in a man’s world; they were simply tits, cunts, rectums and long shapely legs.
That perception of them suited their drives, and they were not in the least worried about or disturbed by the intentional slight. It simply meant to them the men were on the same wavelength, which would help them get past most of the meaningless posturing and get down to some real sex sport.
“I hope we’ll all have a great party,” Tanya said with a charming grin. She was sure she would forget even the first four in a few moments because she was terrible with names. Besides, the chance of ever seeing any of these guys again was slim. They were all here to party, and the girls were ready to get it on.
“Have a seat, ladies. Would you like something to eat or drink? Need to freshen up?”
The girls got settled in, munching sandwiches, drinking beer, and flirting with the men. These guys were real hunks, and very nice. Even though the girls were not pros, their imaginations, and experience told them there could be a big chunk of cash attached to making sure these guys had a successful party.
666
This was a classy setup, and they appreciated the fact that they were not being asked for sex immediately, although they were certain and also welcomed the fact that it was expected. As the sun began to rise, they realized that these party animals had no intention of going to bed for some time.
“We work hard during the week, so we’re damned well going to play hard on the weekend,” one of them said, throwing an arm around the smiling Caitlin. He appreciated her physical build and the warmth of his hold said so. She felt secure and confident with these men and looked forward to getting it on with some of them.
The talk turned to fitness and exercise, and Tanya and Caitlin each described their strenuous workout routines. They stood and demonstrated their descriptions, which pleased their hosts. Their builds were quite different, and so were the fitness regimes they both maintained to keep fit. Both featured spread groins.
“So which of you two beauties has the better body?” asked one of them.
It was the man introduced as Phil. Tanya pointed at Caitlin.
“She’s got the big tits, fellas,” Tanya said, grinning.
“Ya, I can see that,” said the outspoken Gary, “But the question is, who’s got the tightest ass?”
“Oh, I think I could give her a run for her money on that one,” Tanya giggled and swung her shapely butt around toward him.
The tight dress stretched across what was a tight well-conditioned ass. As the girls had said, they were in terrific shape.
“I’d say I’m more built for speed, but why don’t you guys decide?” Tanya teased.
“Hey, good idea!” piped in Harve, “Tell you what, I’ll give a thousand bucks to the girl who does the hottest striptease!”
He began pulling bills from his thick wallet. The girls looked at each other and shrugged. What the hell, they were far away from the city, and this was a totally private party.
They saw no conspicuous signs of cameras, so whatever they did that might not bring pride later would stay here, far from any of their friends that might embarrass them if they knew. It was party time, and these girls were game and were as good at partying as the best of them.
“You go first,” Bill said, pointing at Caitlin. “Let’s see how you move it with those big boobs.” The buxom blonde grinned and rolled off the sofa. They were not hookers or call girls, but they could use a thousand as much as anybody, and it would be fun strutting her stuff in front of these horny guys.
They were certainly not above accepting gifts, and all indications were that these men were prepared to be particularly generous with their money if they got what they wanted. Although their action was based on working with a single guy, they loved the challenge this group of horny men presented.
Caitlin sashayed over to the stereo system, doing her best sexy walk in her sexiest spike heels, to the hoots of the men. She slinked her big round ass in the tight dress from side to side and could imagine the bulges rising in the men’s pants. She loved to turn guys on with her appearance as she moved.
She put a heavy metal disk into the state-of-the-art CD system, jerked up the volume, and stepped onto the raised area in front of the big screen of the projection TV. It was ten feet long and three feet wide and served as a natural stage for her show as she shimmied and bounced to the throbbing beat.
Giving the audience a pout, she knocked the straps of her dress off her shoulders, leaving it held up only by the pressure of her breasts in the thick, velvety fabric. Despite the tightness of the bodice, every jiggle of her heavy bosom caused the cleavage-exposing neckline to slip further and further down. Her large firm breasts swelled as she shrugged her shoulders, forming a crevasse.
Just before the dress dropped over her nipples, she clapped her left hand to her chest and gave the boys a stern schoolmistress look, wagging her index finger at their eager faces. Then she turned and started grinding her hips, wagging her remarkable ass in the tight short skirt of the dress so that it rocked from side to side in an incredibly seductive movement.
She completed the move by throwing both hands over her head. The sudden action lifted and flattened her large breasts, and the dress immediately fell to her waist. She turned again to face them and held up a full bare breast in each hand as if displaying a pair of melon trophies.
The guys hollered wildly and punched each other in the arm as they enjoyed the wanton display of the blonde’s big pale tits. Caitlin stood at the edge of the stage and shook her mammaries at the crowd, while the men moved forward and jostled below her like animals at feeding time.
When she saw they were anxiously awaiting the next revelation, she slid the dress off over her hips, gracefully lifting her slender feet in her silver high heels out of it as the garment collapsed on the floor. Now she was wearing nothing but her dainty white silk see-through panties and her heels.
She continued to dance seductively to the pulsing and driving beat, without making a move for her underwear. The men could easily make out the fold of her sex slot, and see there was no hair on it, she had shaved it bald. Tanya watched her friend with admiration. They were both expert in the art of sexual seduction, and both enjoyed watching the other at work.
“Panties too, woman!” Andy shouted and the others joined in the rude chorus. “We want you to display your naked cock holster!” they shouted.
“That’ll cost you another five hundred dollars!” Caitlin shouted back over the raucous shouting and the pounding of the music. She was an amateur, but she knew how to work an audience. Her experience told her they would not blink at such a figure just to see some cunt. She had shown them enough wanton behavior to suggest there was much more to come.
They all immediately began digging into their pockets and producing cash. These guys were loaded. Caitlin smiled knowingly and spun so that her back was once more to the audience. She was going to tease them as she slowly revealed the most secret part of her voluptuous body.
Bending forward and thrusting her thumbs into the waistband of the panties, she slowly peeled the top of the back down across the expanse of her shapely buttocks, revealing the substantial cleft of her impressive buttocks crack.
“CUNT! CUNT! CUNT!” the men chanted, thrusting their closed fists into the air.
Caitlin scowled at the naughty boys, but fully intended to give them their way as she wriggled her ass, then continued sliding her panties past the lower fold of her buttocks. She now moved her hands to the front and hooked her thumbs into the top of the sexy see-through panties.
They slithered smoothly down her long lean legs, and once they passed her knees, she let them drop to the floor, then stepped out of them. Still with her back to them, Caitlin placed her palms against her tummy, and then seductively slid her hands downward. What was she about to do?
She spread her knees wide, and the men saw her fingers appear in the seam between her buttocks. She was embracing the sex organ they were all waiting anxiously to see, and the bitch was teasing them shamelessly. Her hands traveled down her thighs, baring her split pubic mound, and her knees came back together.
Turning ever so slowly, gyrating her hips, she came gradually around as the guys strained to catch their first eyeful of bared pussy. And there it was, the whole package. A pretty face with green eyes and a mane of thick blonde hair, creamy pale skin covering big breasts, and a flat tummy, with a tidy hairless pubic mound between smoothly muscled thighs.
Peeking through the fleshy hairless outer lips were the wavy folds of flesh of her inner cunt lips, teased out by her skilled fingers, and their appearance brought her a roaring cheer from her appreciative audience. They had called for cunt, and their naked female guest was showing it to them.
She was proud of her pretty organ, and of what she could do with it, which is why she kept herself perfectly shaved. Once more her knees parted, and her hand returned to her love nest. This time she parted the delicate lips and pleased the men when she buried three fingers inside herself.
The boys rolled in mock pain as they watched her wriggle her fingers inside the moist warm grip of her fuck-shaft like a wanton whore. They loved gorgeous high-class women who behaved like sluts. These men had seen many such women and had often put them through their paces here.
They always selected fit young women who wore the finest New York and Paris fashions, and who looked better than the models who had displayed them. The best party girls were always the amateurs when only the best amateurs were selected. They knew how to select the right cunts for their sports.
The men had found gems in Tanya and Caitlin and were enjoying the obscene show the large-bosomed bitch was putting on for their entertainment. She didn’t know it, but before long she would entertain them with her screams. For now, they were collecting impressions of her while in control so they would better appreciate the bitch being fully out of control.
Caitlin brought her fingers, moistened by her vaginal excretions, up to her lips, then thrust the same three fingers into her mouth. She closed her eyes and gave a look of ecstasy as she tasted her sex moisture. This classy lady was truly nothing more than pure cunt. The men loved it.
She was not only beautiful, but she was also proving to be a fucking tramp. She squealed with delight as she pranced off the stage and snuggled naked onto the arm of Tom’s chair with her arm around his neck to watch Tanya’s show. She was very pleased with herself and her performance.
Tanya took a deep breath. It would be hard to outdo her well-endowed friend, but going second had given her time to plan. This impromptu spur-of-the-moment strip competition really wasn’t so much over the money, which they would share, but was for bragging rights. They loved to compete.
The girls always participated equally and without reserve when they were in the sack with a man, neither trying to outdo the other, but instead cooperating to give him a night to remember. However, being judged to be the sexier by a group of impartial guys was a reward in itself.
These men wanted a competition, and the girls were giving it to them. She just wished she had known they might be doing this, and she would have worn something more suitable for a striptease. At the same time, she knew how to make the most of what physical attributes she had, which were considerable.
That was the trick to a successful striptease dance, knowing how to best use what you have to work with. She had the figure to do the job because she kept it trim and could move it as well as the best of them. Tanya did so with assertive grace, a rare combination that had the men’s eyes locked on her.
Tanya changed the disc to a techno/pop number, featuring lots of drums. Disdaining Caitlin’s stage, she headed for the rear of the room. Hoisting herself into a seated position on the bar, she smiled and beckoned to the men, who had turned in their seats to watch what she was up to.
There was a quick stampede of eager men, and soon every bar stool was pulled back and occupied as she pulled herself to a standing position on top of the bar and strutted her stuff along the polished mahogany surface. Unlike Caitlin, she was well-tanned. She had great legs and fiery red shoes with spike heels.
Her red dress was low cut and had a built-in support, pressing up and together her firm round breasts. The dress was very short and clung to her torso, revealing every movement of every muscle. It was a party dress that had cost her five hundred dollars, designed to ensure she was seen as a sexual animal.
Whenever she wore it, she knew it would bring her to the kind of attention she craved, and was now receiving. Tanya knew that victory depended on being different, and even more sizzling than her friend. That would be a challenge, but she felt up to it and enervated by the competition.
Unbeknownst to the audience, she had picked up a lemon peeler from the bar equipment and had the small round-bladed knife concealed against the palm of her hand. She strutted and posed, bent and twisted her gorgeous body, showing the agility she had developed as a high school cheerleader and jazz dancer.
The men were impressed at the erotic movement but were getting impatient for her to strip. They were all, as she had seen from Caitlin’s performance, cunt men, fanciers of the female sex organ. She had taken this into account as she planned her act, but was not going to give them anything before she was ready.
She knew that holding back always increased their appetites. She wanted to ensure they were fully randy before she got down and dirty. As she caressed her undulating body in time to the rhythmic music, tiny slits began to appear in the shiny red fabric of her mini-dress. The tightly stretched material opened at the slits, revealing that her tan covered her whole body.
The men were baffled about why they were suddenly enjoying flashes of skin. Then, in one seamless motion, she sliced the front of the garment open from the bust line right down to the top of her panties, as if she had undone a zipper, although there had been no zipper there.
The men who were her audience cheered as they realized what was happening. Because she was destroying her garment in front of them, they understood this wild chick they had obtained was not planning on ever wearing the expensive dress again. The split fabric now flapped as she danced, giving tantalizing and ample glimpses of her bare breasts.
Although smaller and firmer than Caitlin’s, her tits were nicely sized and shaped, and fit perfectly with her lithe, athletic form. The former cheerleader’s agility and flexibility were on full display in her sensual movements in time to the beat of the music, and the guys were drinking it all in.
Tanya turned and slashed the dress from the top of her buttocks through the hemline. She motioned for two of the men directly behind her to stand, and when they did she put a flap between the teeth of each man. The men quickly understood their job and pulled to the side as the brunette wriggled, rubbing her panties-encased bottom against their faces.
They could feel the firmness of her buttocks as she moved, and their rigid penises bulged in their pants with the daring of her outrageous dance. This cunt was a winner. They pulled their heads steadily back, jerking the material, and the split rapidly traveled up the back of the dress and tore it cleanly in two.
The expensive garment fell onto the wooden bar top, and Tanya flicked it off with the toe of her shoe. Then she pushed her panties down to the fold at the base of her ass cheeks and massaged her buttocks as they made slow, grinding circles above the upturned faces below her.
The men thought they were going to spot her cunt, but she stopped short of removing the panties entirely. As she stood, only her firm young buttocks were fully revealed. She turned so that she faced the men. The waistband of the panties, although lowered, was still above her pubic mound.
The crease in her panties, as they pressed against her stimulated vagina, showed the men she was now as randy as she hoped they were. A woman in panties was no better able to hide her sexual arousal than was a man in jockey shorts. Cocks swelled, but cunts opened inside the panties.
Her pubic mound was slightly swollen, and the puffed-up inner lips were pressing against the thin fabric of the tight panties, which were intentionally a full size too small. As well, she was now depositing telling moisture that quickly penetrated the translucent satin fabric, making them nearly transparent.
She even thought of releasing a little spray of warm piss through the gleaming cloth, but she realized these men were strangers, and might find something that dirty to be offensive. When working in a group, it was necessary to determine the boundaries rather than offend them while performing.
Now Tanya lay down on the bar, stretching her lean figure under the very eyes of the viewers, who had all pulled their stools right up as close as possible, not wanting to miss the scent of this young nearly nude woman. They got a new look at her remarkable figure, with her panties pulled down at the back over her firm round buttocks.
She extracted a pair of ice tongs from the bar implements, and put the hinged end into her mouth, with the pincers protruding between her glossy painted lips. She slithered along the bar like a snake, sliding on her belly on the slickly polished mahogany toward the man sitting at the end of the bar.
She clicked the long ice tongs between her teeth as she slid on her compressed breasts and tight belly, squirming seductively as she moved. She reached forward as if to kiss him, but nipped him on the nose instead. As he laughed, she moved forward further, and bent over the end of the bar.
Now she dropped her head toward his lap, reaching as far as she could. Her firm breasts took her weight on the edge of the bar as she reached toward his crotch with the pinchers. She could see his erection through his pants. What the fuck was this horny bitch planning to do?
“Oh no you don’t!” he yelled, clapping his hands over his groin.
The other men laughed, and he joined them. This female cock-tease was proving to be very good.
Tanya drew herself up and rolled onto her back. With an abrupt motion, she threw her legs over her head, lifting her weight onto her shoulders, pointing her bare butt toward the ceiling. The flexible girl continued to stretch her legs back, bringing the front hem of her panties closer and closer to the tongs in her mouth.
With a lunge she caught the waistband and began lowering her legs over her head, peeling the panties off as she slowly twisted her torso back and forth. The men cheered her innovative striptease. They also cheered her daintily shaven pussy. She and Caitlin were two of a kind, an amazing pair of sultry cunts.
Once the sexy panty removal was completed, she took the tongs out of her mouth and effortlessly stood up again. Without missing a beat of the music, she plucked a spritzer bottle from the shelf behind the bar and placed a three-ounce crystal pony glass upside down in front of her.
Tanya now commanded the full attention of the men, who were fascinated by the erotic potential of ordinary bar tools in the hands of this sexy young woman. For this exciting cunt, getting naked was just the beginning. They had no idea what she was about to do next, but were eager to see how she would entertain them with her bar props.
Pointing the nozzle of the bottle between her legs, Tanya spritzed her outer labia. The spray of carbonated water was colder than she expected and she gave a tiny yelp of surprise, which was drowned out by the cheers of the men. The wetness made the sides of her naked pussy slick and shiny, giving it the appearance of drooling wantonness.
She made direct eye contact with one of the men. “Want some sparkling water?” she asked. He nodded, hanging his tongue out and panting in mock thirst and open lust. Tanya moved the chainmail-wrapped soda bottle between her parted legs, slipped the angled silver nozzle deep into her vagina.
When it was inserted its full length, she pulled the release lever. The sparkling water felt good, like a cool, bubbly douche. When she was filled and water sprinkled out around the shaft and over her hand, she clamped the muscle of her cunt tight to retain the liquid filling her, and slipped the nozzle out.
She kept one foot on the bar and brazenly placed the other foot in its red shoe on the shoulder of the man next to the intended recipient. She carefully bent her bare knees to position her dripping cunt a foot above the man’s eagerly open mouth, and then released the liquid, warmed by her body heat.
The pissed-out spray of bubbly water splashed his face as he eagerly swallowed the slightly tangy mouthful, produced directly from her open cunt. His penis raged in his pants as the woman’s open cunt produced a steady stream of sparkling water, and he swallowed as fast as it came.
When she finished with him, Tanya strolled along the bar, holding the bottle pressed between her breasts. “How about you?” she huskily asked an overweight guy, who was sweating in response to the two hot strip shows. “You look over-heated like you could use a little water.”
“Ya, s-s-s-sure!” he stammered.
Tanya grinned and squirted him right between the eyes with a stream from the bottle. His friends howled as he wiped himself off, spluttering.
The nude Tanya, wearing only her heels, paraded back along the bar and carefully replaced the spritzer bottle in its original spot on the shelf. She took down a bottle of expensive scotch and set it at the edge of the bar. Then she planted her spike-heeled red shoes on either side of the up-side-down pony glass.
She looked down at the sparkling cut crystal measuring glass. It was like an oversized shot glass, and the men were excited by the possibilities as the striking young woman tapped her index finger on her pouting lower lip. Suddenly she brightened, miming that she had an idea.
Abruptly, she threw her hands above her head and did the splits. Faster than the eye could follow, her shoes slid apart across the polished mahogany, her torso dropped, and her moistened bald cunt engulfed the glass as her groin hit the bar top. The watching men were suitably impressed.
This brazen young bitch knew exactly the value of her cunt. A small miscalculation would have led to severe genital lacerations, but this girl was daring enough to take the risk, just to put on a great show. She had her share of self-confidence. That was not a move to attempt without rehearsal.
Tanya moved to a sitting position, gripping the glass in her womb so that its open end was exposed, and by looking into the glass, the inner muscles of her fuck shaft were widespread and visible, pink, moist, and somewhat distorted through the cut crystal. She dangled her legs over the side of the bar.
She had one bare leg on either side of a tanned good-looking man in his early thirties. She smiled at him and picked up the scotch bottle.
“Fix you a drink, mister?” she asked.
Unlike the fat guy, this one was cool and in control. His eyes were locked on the shiny, transparent leaded glass object spreading her pussy lips, firmly gripped inside her fuck slot.
“Sure thing, barkeep,” he said, grinning at the incredibly assertive nude, “Make mine scotch!”
Tanya opened the bottle and lay back on the bar. She raised her knees to her chest, elevating her crotch so that the pony glass was now upright. She used her left arm to hold her knees in place.
With her right hand, she poured the amber liquid into the glass. The men began to chant “DRINK! DRINK! DRINK!” as she held her balance, keeping the glass upright as she replaced the lid on the scotch bottle and set it aside. The outrageous performance had her so stoked her breasts were firming and the thickened nipples pointing obscenely.
“Okay,” she said, “Bottoms up!” The man moved his head to her crotch, placed his lips on the rim of the glass and she gently rocked forward, gradually tipping the glass as he took the contents into his mouth. When the glass was emptied, Tanya had reached a sitting-up position.
The man stood and embraced the nude girl, and brought his mouth to hers. She had served him a triple, but now he was sharing it with her, and the men cheered the impromptu drinking game. These guys were great sports, and the two nude party girls were truly enjoying themselves.
Tanya laughed and jumped quickly to her feet. Holding her feet braced apart and her knees widespread, she invited the man to remove the glass from the grip of her cunt. Without hesitation, he reached forward and grasped the exposed rim of the glass. She was not certain if it was intentional, but he also painfully pinched one of her delicate cunt lips between his thumbnail and the glass.
Without warning he suddenly pulled the glass out of her, and it came free with a sharp “pop”, which brought another laugh from the men. They all moved back as the music ended. Her act was over, and she slipped gracefully down off the bar. She could not dress, as her garment had been destroyed in the act.
“All right, gentlemen,” Tom said, moving to the middle of the room, and beckoning the girls to join him, “We need to determine a winner!”
He was handed an open bottle of grenadine from the bar.
“Does first prize go to the curvaceous Caitlin?”
He raised the bottle, and let a stream of the sticky red sugary liquid pour over her breasts and run down across her belly.
She was startled at the effrontery, but did not react.
“Or does first prize go to the slinky fox Tanya?”
He poured the gleaming red syrup over Tanya’s smaller round breasts, and it also ran across her tight tummy, running over the rounded bald pubic mound and then dripping from her dangling pussy lips.
“TANYA!” the men shouted in unison.
It was unanimous. As it turned out, licking her own cunt juices did not rate with feeding the men their drinks from her cunt. It was a friendly competition, and Caitlin was pleased she and her friend had entertained the men so well with their impromptu strip acts.
“Just goes to prove size isn’t everything,” Tom joked, giving Caitlin’s big tits a friendly squeeze, “Hey, you girls feel kind of sticky,” he said, wiping his syrup-smeared hand off on the girls’ bare backs, “How would you like to go down to the ocean for an early morning swim?”
This was a curious thing to suggest. Why would they go to the trouble and expense to bring two party girls all the way up here, get themselves all worked up in a lather by having the girls strip and do a dirty dance, then have them take a swim? It didn’t make a lot of sense and was unlike anything in their experience. It was usually at this point that the guys would be climbing all over themselves to get the girls into the sack.
Tanya and Caitlin gave each other a curious look, not certain where this friendly little party was leading, but said “Okay.” It appeared Tom had poured the sticky sweet grenadine on them just to get them down to the ocean. They were also surprised that after their sultry dances, the men were not climbing all over them for the chance to fuck them.
Wasn’t this weekend a sexcapade for them? Wasn’t an all-out marathon orgy with two capable party girls the main purpose of this whole exercise? Clearly these guys were not gay, or they would have brought men and boys up for the weekend, not a pair of gorgeous and sexy party girls.
Maybe they were into something kinky, like fucking in the water. After all, fish and turtles did it. After their striptease contest, particularly with Tanya’s exciting conclusion, they thought the men would not be able to get them into the bedrooms fast enough. A swim sounded appealing, particularly with this syrup on their bodies.
“We didn’t bring bathing suits,” Caitlin said, “Do you have any women’s suits here?”
“Nobody mentioned suits!” Tom laughed, “For shit’s sake, you’re already stark naked. You’re both overdressed in your shoes. I know a secluded stretch of beach not far from here, we’ll chopper down as soon as you girls are ready!”
The girls slipped off their expensive spike-heeled shoes.
“We’re ready now, I guess,” Tanya said.
She and Caitlin were puzzled at the mention of a secluded beach in an area where there was nobody within miles. This place was as remote as anywhere either of them could imagine.
“Not quite ready,” Tom said as they moved down a hallway and then through a door into the three-car garage. “We need to complete the seating arrangements.” There was an open-top Jeep Cherokee on the far side of the garage, with a boat on a trailer attached to the Jeep’s trailer hitch.
The large painted concrete floor was laid out with several curious objects. Several thirty-foot-long heavy chains lay on the floor, each with a stout metal rod welded to its last link. The rods had bulges along their length, were just over a foot long, and ranged in diameter from one inch to four inches thick.
“As you know, the chopper seats only eight. Two of the guys will take the boat, so ten of us will use the chopper. Since you two cunts are so sticky, you can pick your seats from among these!”
The girls looked at him, disturbed by the crude genital word he used for them, and confused by the reference to seats. They didn’t see any seats in the garage, other than those in the Cherokee and the boat.
“While we lads enjoy the comforts of first-class,” Tom explained, “You ladies will have somewhat less luxurious accommodations. These chains are inserted into special hooks on the bottom side of the helicopter, so you’ll be quite safe. And the bulged rods on the other end of the chains … well … we need you to insert them into the natural holes in your bottoms!”
The girls blanched. Were these guys serious? They must be a couple of hundred miles from the city. They had no idea even if there were neighbors in the area. They had seen no sign of lights nearby before they had landed last night. Other than these rich guys, who would ever want to be this far from everything?
They had always thought the risk of facing sexual abuse was exciting, but they had always been in control and had never faced this kind of situation, being so outnumbered. They were so isolated here that their safety was entirely at the pleasure of these men, all strangers. What had they let themselves in for?
“These chains are quite strong, so you will be perfectly safe hanging upside down from them as we fly, as long as you select a shaft that you can grip with your rectums because the rods in your colons will be all that keeps you from falling! Isn’t this exciting? Sounds like fun, huh?”
The girls looked at him in shock, then at the other grinning men, who stood around them with their muscular arms folded against their chests.
“C’mon, this is a joke, right?” Tanya quavered, her voice breaking.
It was becoming clear to her this was no joke, and that her rectum was going to host that stout piece of metal on the end of the chain.
“The chopper flies in five minutes,” Tom replied, “And we will go straight up. You two go up squatting in the cargo area. When we reach five thousand feet we toss you out, ready or not. If you refuse the metal “seats” we offer you, it will be a long fall. You will hit the ground in about thirty seconds, at a terminal velocity of one hundred and twenty miles per hour. And I mean terminal.
“To help you realize the impact, that’s about the speed of a baseball bat hitting a fastball for a home run. On the other hand, if you chose the right size anus anchor, you can easily hang on until we get bored and pull you up. It’s all up to you. You still have about four minutes to get the shafts you chose inserted into your lovely tender assholes, ladies.”
The girls remained frozen where they stood, numb from the sudden turn of events. They had no options open to them. These guys were serious and could kill them if they wanted to. Caitlin moved first, stepping over to the array of steel rods on their large coiled chains. She would have to choose wisely.
Tanya joined her, and they squatted down to inspect the “seats” they had been offered. Each girl carefully eyed the other as she made her choice. Both of the naked women selected two-and-a-half-inch wide rods, figuring that anything narrower would pull out under the strain of their body weight.
Caitlin stood upright, bent forward slightly, and began tentatively pushing the rounded end of the shiny silver object between her buttocks. This was incredibly degrading. How could she have got herself into a position like this? She bent and spread her knees in an attempt to make room for the thick shaft, but quickly discovered her buttocks were pinched together by this strategy.
She adjusted her approach, bringing her knees together, and this produced the desired effect of opening the hollow that housed her anus. Getting the thick plug to advance into her rectum was another matter. She kept waiting for the guys to laugh and say they were just kidding.
Instead, two of the men produced video cameras and began recording the nude women’s efforts to accommodate the thick plugs in their colons. The men each picked a girl to record, to ensure that none of the obscene action was missed. Tanya realized these men were not kidding.
As terrifying as what they were proposing sounded, she knew she and Caitlin were at the mercy of these horny and now obviously kinky strangers. To cross them could mean they might get violent, and they had no protection in this isolated estate retreat. Until they had some plan to turn this incredible development around, they would have to play ball with the men, who had them in their complete control.
She knelt on the floor and tried to insert the stout steel rod into the slot of her anus as quickly as possible, to reduce the incredible embarrassment. She realized that once the plug was in place, she would have a chain tail dangling from her anus, but the act of inserting it was the most immediate humiliation.
Crouching close to the floor, she thought she would give the cameraman less chance to get a good shot. She and Caitlin had a firm rule that there were never any pictures, but that rule was completely unenforceable in this situation. Not to be deterred by her attempt at evasion, one of the cameramen lay flat on his stomach directly behind her, focusing his zoom lens on a perfect close-up of the struggle between steel and flesh.
The rod tapered slightly toward its rounded end, but not enough to encourage her anus to part. She moved upright, still on her knees, and attempted to sit on the shaft to drive it into herself by rocking back onto it. Tanya discovered that even while sitting with all of her weight upon the object, she had little success in her bizarre quest.
She could only feel a dull pain in the tender tissue surrounding her anus, which remained steadfastly closed against the assault on her fundament. She momentarily considered selecting a narrower rod, but realizing the consequences of one that went in and out easily, she decided to persevere.
Caitlin, for her part, learned that she could hardly get the dry dildo between her buttocks, much less into her body through her tiny rectal opening. She realized that whenever she looked, she had never produced a stool wider than just over an inch, and was sure that was the limit of her sphincter.
Anything more would surely rupture the tight muscle ring. Like Tanya, she was also distracted by the videotaping and the teasing of the men around her. She finally realized that what she needed was some form of lubricant, but she didn’t see any likely source in the garage.
“Open wide and say Ahhh, honey,” Harve said, ”It should slide into you slick as a whistle.”
“Hey, she’s a tight end!” yelled Andy, the fat guy, “I’ll bet her rectum’s got a great grip!”
“But her friend’s a wide receiver!” shouted Bill. “Look at the size of the one she chose!” The struggling girls saw no humor in the situation.
“These girls think they’re liberated swingers,” called out another, “but they’re proving they’re nothing but a pair of tight-assed cunts! They’ll swing well enough when we get them up under the chopper!” These men were mostly refined enough to avoid that kind of language, but there was always a foul-mouthed man in any group. It just took an outrageous situation to bring his true nature to the surface.
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“Three minutes!” Tom said. Caitlin quickly squatted, holding the whopping rod upright as she pressed herself down onto it. She could bring more weight to bear this way than Tanya could on her knees, and succeeded in getting a little penetration as her anus reluctantly opened for the tapered end of the invader.
In trying to take advantage of the situation, however, Caitlin got into trouble. Adjusting her position and pushing her rear end down, her feet slipped on the painted concrete, and she lost her balance and toppled backward. The men laughed as her back hit the hard cement floor.
Her head made painful contact with a crack that echoed off the walls, and her long legs waved in the air like those of an overturned insect. Even worse for her, the force of the blow popped the steel dildo free from its minuscule hold in her sphincter.
“Three minutes to take off,” Tom said quietly when the hilarity had died down. Both girls felt a chill since neither had made any significant progress in impaling themselves.
“Can’t we get some lubrication?” Caitlin asked.
“Help yourself,” Tom said. “There’s plenty of grease and motor oil around.” He waved his hand at a shelf lined with cans of oil and grease. When Caitlin moved toward the shelf, he continued, “But think, do you want your anus to have a slippery grip on the steel dildo when you’re one mile up?”
His argument was painfully persuasive. She abandoned the idea of lubricant, and both girls pressed on. Tanya was discovering that twisting the steel rod as she forced herself down on it was leading to slow progress. Her soft flesh burned agonizingly as the unforgiving steel ground against it.
She whimpered involuntarily as she worked, her body trembling both from fear and the pain of the outrageous violation. The delicate skin of her sphincter was stinging from the friction, and an unbearable feeling of pressure radiated from her whole rectum as the steel shaft slid into her.
On the other hand, she was succeeding. Never in her life had her rear end felt so full. Not from severe constipation, and never from anal sex, even with the most aggressive well-hung stud.
She bent her head between her knees to see how far she still had to go. To her horror, with all the progress she had made, there was more than six inches still protruding from between her buttocks. When Tom announced there was just one more minute to go, she threw caution to the wind and began bouncing herself against the hard floor, pogo-stick style, effectively hammering the steel dildo into herself.
The cameraman backed off to get the whole exciting action on tape. She was no longer even aware of him. The widespread feeling of excruciating pain that spread across her backside made it impossible to feel if she was making any more progress, but the feeling of internal pressure had reached up inside her to behind her navel. The terrible invader in her ass was pushing her guts around.
Caitlin was having less luck. She found that she could get the tip of the dildo started into her, but that her tight anus rebuffed any attempt for further penetration. The harder she pushed down against its end, the more likely the steel rod would pop free and clang to the floor.
As the tension and stress grew, her anus naturally tightened. The one-minute announcement sent her into a panic. With trembling hands, she grabbed a slimmer rod, and quickly moistened the tip with her tongue. She was certain her saliva would not last long enough to be a problem later.
Without it, it was impossible to get the steel into her tight hole without some help. The men chuckled at the unexpected fellatio session. Their excitement grew with the countdown, as it meant the approach of the main event action they had come to the secluded estate to take part in.
Sitting down hard on the rod-like her friend was doing, Caitlin was relieved to feel the burst of pain that announced the humped shaft’s penetration. Her shimmying hips as she worked the shaft inside her reminded the men of the sexy striptease she had performed for them earlier.
As she had danced inside the house, they had all been imagining her sliding her ass onto a steel shaft, as they had prepared the devices before the girls had arrived with Tom. Her dance and striptease had been a simple contest for the prize of a thousand dollars, which neither had yet collected.
The peeling off of big bills had been done all for show, and neither girl had noticed the money had been quietly folded back into the men’s wallets. Now the stakes were much higher, with everything to lose. The girl who slipped off her anal shaft from five thousand feet would be splattered like road kill, simply for a few moments of sadistic entertainment for these high-rolling strangers.
The smaller dildo was still a full two inches in diameter, more than twice the size of the thickest lump of shit to ever exit her tiny anus. Tanya was the butt-fuck specialist of the party girl duo. Caitlin could only accommodate men with long slender penises in her rectum. This metal dildo was a formidable tenant for the derriere of a one-hundred-and-ten pound twenty-three-year-old. She was slighter than her weight suggested, as sixteen of those pounds were accounted for in her fabulous breasts.
Caitlin submitted totally to the demands of the merciless metal, however, and rolled onto her side, exhausted, with the rod fully implanted so that only its chain emerged from her anus, which had closed over the back end of the thick shaft inside her. It was this grip of her anus on which her life would depend within the next few moments.
Tom announced “Fifteen seconds!” Now it was Tanya’s turn to go into a frenzy. Feeling with her fingers, she discovered that half an inch of steel still protruded from the impossibly stretched ring of her posterior. Her colon was fully stuffed, and it seemed there was no more room for the small remainder of the thick rod.
She tried desperately to pull the tightly stretched skin of her anus over the end of the jutting rod, but the whole area of her rectum was already stretched taut. Tanya knew that unless her sphincter closed over the end of the invading shaft, it would simply slide out under the weight of her body.
Squeezing a long fingernail between the steel and her tortured flesh, she teased her engorged rectum down while using the other hand to push the rod up. She could feel the other end jammed against the fold in her gut and realized she would have to stretch her intestine inside to force it to slide over the rounded point.
She knew from medical diagrams that the fold in the lower track was at more than a right angle, so what she was attempting was exceedingly difficult, but the alternative was not an acceptable option. Amazingly, she sensed she was making some progress, and at last the flexible ring that provided her with continence began slipping over the rear edge of the dildo.
It seemed to take an eternity and was extremely painful, but in fact, it took only several seconds for the rapidly swelling flesh of her anal sphincter to close completely over the shaft, gripping the chain as it had often gripped raging cocks. It had taken her the full time, but she had achieved full insertion.
“Good!” said Tom at just that moment, “It’s time for take-off, and here you girls thought you had taken off everything already. We have several surprises for you, but let’s just take one adventure at a time!” He pressed a button, and the big garage door started to open. pushed another button, and the door behind the Cherokee with the boat trailer started to open.
A fresh breeze and the sunlight of a beautiful Southern California morning flooded into the garage. The girls attempted to stand up and immediately were aware not only of the sharp pain in their rectums and abdomens but also of the humiliating heavy chains dangling to the concrete floor from their invaded rectums.
These anal anchors and chains put them in the total control of the men. They had no say in anything that happened. The steel dildos felt like huge wedges in their rear ends, filling them enormously, and as they saw the sunlight and the outdoors, they realized ruefully that they had unwittingly forfeited any chance to resist or to make a run for freedom.
It was as if they had been transferred to a separate reality, and that this was all a terrible dream. The glimpse of the outdoors and nature brought them crashing back to the reality they faced: they were both prisoners in a living nightmare, and it looked like it was going to rapidly get worse.
They had no idea how much worse things were going to get, or they would have run, no matter how hopeless they felt. A run for it would have been a far better idea than compliance to the men’s wishes, even with their humiliating and debilitating long chain-tails clanking between their legs.
They had, of course, no idea how terrifying the day the men had planned for them would be, nor had they any concept of how horrifying the outcome would be, and they chose to go along with the debasing treatment, at least for the time being. After all, how much worse than this could it get?
Neither had ever experienced anything so devastating and humiliating in their lives. Clearly, these men had little real respect for women, but they were, when push came to shove, of the same species, and were to some degree civilized. It was a shock to the pair of party girls just how far off-center civilized men could act.
They were now completely subject to the men’s bizarre fantasies and hated it. The two naked girls were so distraught that they could not stand up straight, as to do so caused too much pain inside their abdomens. The bumpy rods they had willingly inserted into their rectums now effectively hobbled them.
They were forced to waddle gracelessly as they made their way out of the garage. The squatting girls sashayed in a crouch across the lawn and up to the helicopter on its pad. The heavy chains dragging behind them also slowed their progress, as their humiliating thirty-foot linked steel tails scraped and clanked noisily with every step.
Worst of all was that their fear of flying and of heights was now going to be realized beyond their worst anticipation. This was really going to happen, and there was nothing they could do to stop it. The men were not joking, they were planning to eject these two beautiful young women from the helicopter to swing high in the air by the thick steel plugs in their rectums. They had no intention of taking the girls for a swim, as they had suggested.
Tom was already seated in the pilot’s seat, and the big rotor was beginning to slowly turn with the whining of the twin jet engines accelerating as he put on his headphones and sunglasses. The video cameramen were loading fresh tapes and batteries into their cameras and recorders.
Two men remained behind. They backed the Cherokee and boat out of the garage and then set up sophisticated-looking movie cameras with huge long-distant lenses mounted on them on either side of the helipad. They set a third technical high-speed camera facing the pad. All of these were equipped with motion-sensing trackers to automatically aim them.
One of the men looked through the viewfinder, adjusted the angle, and locked off the heavy tripod. As she moved past them, Tanya saw the words “SUPER SLO-MO” painted in large red letters on that camera’s metal case. She wondered why they would want a super slow-motion shot of the helicopter taking off.
The remainder of the men were loading boxes of equipment into the cargo bay, and one paused to pick up a handful of short thin ropes from a workbench just inside the garage door. Caitlin felt a chill in her stomach, not entirely attributable to the cool steel lodged deep in her lower abdomen.
Nor was her chill from the increasing downdraft from the huge rotors spinning overhead. She and Tanya were in enough danger with the simple but frightening scenario that they knew about. These guys seemed to be making extensive preparations that ranged far beyond what they had been told about.
The question that haunted her was how the big helicopter could land with the two of them dangling beneath it. She was too traumatized by the quickly unfolding horrors to ponder that technicality, but it stuck as an irresolvable question in her mind. She and her friend were in deep doo-doo.
The men worked efficiently and had the big whirlybird ready for flight by the time the frightened young nudes worked their way up alongside the large craft. The noise of the engines was deafening up close, and the downdraft from the rotors caused the two naked girls to shiver uncontrollably.
The men who had been loading the cargo wordlessly lifted the girls as if they were a couple more crates, and stowed them on board, lying naked, curled on their sides in the cargo area behind the comfortable leather passenger seats. Caitlin’s heart was pounding so wildly she could feel it, and Tanya wondered if her bare feet would ever touch the ground again.
It was a warm day, but as the pretty party girls were stowed like common cargo. They lay shivering, from fear rather than cold, behind the seats. This was nearly as degrading as having to stuff the stout metal rods up through their rectums. The ends of the chains that extended from between their buttocks were slung outside the helicopter’s side doors, one on either side.
The other ends were secured to the big hooks bolted in hollows beneath the body of the helicopter. The girls were at least glad to see that the men took time to ensure the chains were securely fastened. If they had to fly by the shafts up their butts, they wanted to know that the other end of the chain was unlikely to fail them.
When all of the crates and boxes were stowed securely aboard, the remainder of the men clambered into the helicopter, shouted goodbye to the two camera operators who would remain on the ground, took their seats, and belted themselves in. They seemed to be oblivious to the two naked women lying behind them.
The engines roared, the big blades accelerated, and they felt the big craft tilt and rise. Caitlin saw through the open door the roof of the big house disappear, to be replaced by a clear blue morning sky. As the large luxurious helicopter got airborne, Tanya ran the logistics of the ordeal through her mind.
The chains anchored to the bottom of the helicopter would ensure they would swing securely, as long as they were able to hold on to their end with their rectums. This was insane! The men on board would also have an intimate view of them swinging by the plugs in their rectums, thanks to the plexiglass floor.
It seemed certain in her mind they would really both be thrown out the door when they got to five thousand feet. Otherwise, why take the preparations this far, and have those expensive cameras on the ground? She had given the chain sticking out of her bottom a test tug and found the steel anchor to be solidly nested inside her.
She was not so sure about Caitlin’s dildo. The rod she had finally selected was smaller, but then so was her little asshole. The most dangerous moment, she thought, would be right after they tossed them out when they hit the end of their chains. Thirty feet was a long way to fall, a full three stories.
The jerk on their dildos when they hit the end of the chain would be the telling moment. If they both survived that, there was probably no way that simply dangling could pull the dildos loose. Tom had mentioned the need for them to maintain a grip with their rectums, but the wounded flesh of their sphincter rings was puffing up so much that Tanya found it didn’t matter whether she squeezed on the rod or not. It was planted in her like a fence-post in concrete.
Caitlin, on the other hand, had been too afraid to test whether her anal anchor would hold. She knew that she had a thinner rod inside her and that her slippery saliva was coating the shiny surface of the metal. Even the moisture gathered in her colon would provide a lubricant. She feared that her weight would be too much for the shaft to remain seated.
But, she thought, what was to stop her from holding on to the chain with her hands, or to wrap her legs around it as she went out the door? These bastards sure as hell weren’t going to come out with her to make her do it their way. In her imagination, she had at least a modicum of control.
It might piss them off, but she didn’t owe them anything, and there was no fucking way she was going to depend on a bumpy steel shaft up her ass to hold her weight just to give them a rush. Jesus, she thought, even mountain climbers used safety lines. If she slid off the rod, she would plunge five thousand feet feet to her death,
She would lose her life just for a little sport for these guys she barely knew. How long would it take to hit the ground? Would she remain conscious down, or would she pass out? She wished she knew more about skydiving. God, she thought, I’ve got to stop thinking like this. I’ve got to worry about staying alive, not dying!
This whole bizarre adventure was starting to get sick. What had started out to be a dream date was turning into a nightmare. She and Tanya were going to have to talk about what kind of crazy deals they got themselves involved in. After all, what they had been looking for was just a good time.
Instead of using their skills to entertain, they had been humiliated, forced to do the disgusting act of inserting an incredibly tight-fitting thick steel shaft up their assholes, and now were going to have to risk their lives dangling by butt plugs beneath the helicopter for the amusement of these merciless pricks.
It was not really like a practical joke, because neither of them knew any of these guys. What they were proposing to do constituted reckless endangerment. If she felt the rod slipping inside her even the slightest bit, she was going to grab the chain with her hands and hold on for dear life. Besides, spoiling their filthy little game would be fun. Like, it was not as if they could do anything to her for holding on was worse than dying.
THE END OF CHAPTER ONE