Kara
*All characters in this story are fictional. The events in this story are fictional. Do not duplicate them.*
Kara had been abducted and bound. She wore a blindfold over her eyes and was driven in a silver van with a wobbly tire whose exhaust pipe clanked on the ground at every bump to a squat brick building in the industrial center of town. It was an old factory which had been renovated by the lecherous Capt. Malfarge into a den of sexual debauchery. Capt. Malfarge was not seen but rarely for he kept a room in the upper story in the building which was always closed by shutters, and instead an overseer of sorts, Mr. Hex, managed activities.
Kara was taken from the van wearing her dress with her hands tied by a coarse hemp rope behind her back, and she her captors kept her blindfold on her until she was in the doors. Once inside the heavy doors, and once they were shut behind her, she could hear the screaming, groaning, and smell the scent of bitches in heat and the sounds of whips and the creak of machinery. The blindfold was torn from her face.
Overhead there was a single light bulb. Surrounding her were four men. One, Mr. Hex, was wearing a black suit with an orange shirt and a purple tie. He wore metal bracelets on his arms and heavy strings of fifteen or twenty necklaces around his neck. His head was shaven and he wore sunglasses.
Kara had just shaven her legs, and she wore an electric blue sundress and black panties and a bra underneath which were exposed when Mr. Hex walked forwarded and ran his hand up the inside of her thigh and rubbed her pussy. He walked behind her, pulling as he did so the elastic on her panties. Her skirt rose up and fell as his arm passed beneath it, and when he stood behind her, he told her to bend over. She was trembling, but she bent anyways. He flipped the skirt onto her back, and began sawing his finger between the lips of her pussy. She started to get wet, and he could feel the wetness through her panties.
What do you think? he asked the others. Come behind here for a look.
Two of the three men walked behind her and stared at her. Her legs rose up to form an inverted V. Her pussy pouted beneath the black fabric. One of the men moved forward and he spanked her pussy with his hand.
Kara screamed.
The men laughed. Mr. Hex grabbed a fistful of hair and lifted her so that she stood straight.
Take off your clothes.
She pulled the straps of the dress off her shoulders, and it slid to the floor. Her breasts spilled out over the black bra. She was wearing only satin. She reached behind her and unbuttoned her bra, and her nipples were the size of quarters on her white skin. She pulled her panties down, and she had a mangy bush of hair covering her slit.
Mr. Hex reached down and he grabbed her pussy hair. He tugged her to her tiptoes by the pussy hair. Like that? he asked.
No, she said.
He reached his free hand behind her and started spanking her bottom. With each spank an obscene sound echoed in the concrete room and her ass started turning pink. He kept pulling her higher and higher by her pussy hair until she was breathless from the pain
Bend over, he said.
He kept spanking her ass.
No, she said.
Mr. Hex started to insert a finger up her ass, and Kara bent over obediently. Mr. Hex pulled down his pants and he started wanking his cock till it was hard. Then he shoved it in her pussy and she screamed again. He grabbed her by the hips, and his balls were slapping up under her and popping against her clit. Her tits were bouncing off her chest.
You’ll like it soon enough, he said. That’s certain.
After he came in Kara, he told her to scoop his cum out with her fingers and eat it. She stared at him with her big brown eyes. Her hand traced over her stomach, to her wet and matted pussy. She pushed two fingers into herself, and almost involuntarily reached up to squeeze her own nipple.
See? One of the men said. See?
Kara groaned. She pulled the cum from her pussy, and some of it dripped on the floor, but she pushed her fingers into her mouth and she sucked it off.
Come inside, Mr. Hex said. You’ve got a new world to see.
He grabbed her by her hair, and she squeaked. She was barefoot and trotting after him, leaving her clothes on the floor. He pushed open the door, and inside was the old factory floor. It had been converted into a number of different rooms, some of which she could see into. The sight was stunning to behold. There were naked girls, a hundred of them, in various positions of bondage.
Some girls were doing work, some exercising, others getting fucked, and others bound, others being beaten. There was a row of girls on exercise bikes, perhaps fifteen girls, all naked and in a sweaty perspiration peddling as hard as they could on stationary bicycles that had dildos fixed to the seats and the girls would pedal and raise themselves up and down and fuck themselves on the dildos. And as they peddled there was in front of them a girl behind a wall sized piece of glass who was up to her tiptoes with a plastic cock on a pole jammed into her vagina, and she was masturbating herself furiously and pinching her nipples for the entertainment of the girls on bicycles while a man beside her watched and beat her at sporadic intervals with a whip.
Like what you see? asked Mr. Hex. He ran his finger up and down her ass crack.
I might.
See? said the man.
Shut up, Mr. Hex said without looking at him. You’re just a parrot.
Above it all were the shuttered windows of Capt. Malfarge’s office, impenetrable to sight.
There was behind the girls on the stationary bikes a woman holding a cat of nine tails, and she shouted at them, Tell me that you love it.
We love it! They shouted in unison.
I can’t hear you, the dominatrix said. There are too many sluts in orgasm.
We love it! They shouted again.
Then ride, you bitches.
Kara saw the girls on the bikes begin pumping themselves furiously up and down on the dildos and start humping themselves faster than before. One girl groaned, and Kara could see her shaking, and she heard the dominatrix shout, Oh you naughty bitch! and she went over to the orgasming slave and whipped her three times, but the girl hardly seemed to notice.
Kara watched the dominatrix pull the girl off the bike, and the dominatrix forced the slave’s head down onto the sweaty and cum soaked dildo and the slave started pumping her head up and down it and sucking her stains off.
Kara felt her pussy getting wet. Mr. Hex’s fingers were behind her, playing with her pussy from the back. The smell of her own pussy and that of the other slaves’ was powerful. She had her hands against the guardrail of the walkway that they were standing on, and she leaned over a bit, over the sex scene, and spread her legs for easier access.
There’s still a lot of my cum in here, Mr. Hex said. I thought I told you to get it out. He pushed a third finger into her.
I know just the thing, Mr. Hex said. Rob?
Yes, Mr. Hex, one of the three men said. Go down there, and take that little slut who just orgasmed. While she’s sucking on the dildo, I want you to fill her pussy up with your cum.
Yes, Mr. Hex. Rob trotted off towards the staircase.
And Jack? Mr. Hex said. Fuck this pig.
Yes, Mr. Hex, Jack said. I’d love to. A lecherous grin spread across his face. Kara felt her insides roiling with fear.
Bend over the rail, Kara, and watch as Rob puts a glob of semen in that bitch’s cunt down there. You’re going to spend the next twelve hours cleaning her out. Do you understand?
Yes, sir. she said. There was a lower and a higher bar on the railing, and Kara leaned down and grasped the lower bar and looked out over the scene. She felt Jack coming up behind her, and her stomach tightened. She felt a twinge of fear and excitement. She watched Rob crossing the factory floor. He passed a group of girls engaged in a yoga exercise whereupon they seemed to be worshipping the feet of a woman sitting on a lawn chair mounted on the pedestal of a wooden crate.
Kara felt Jack grip her hips. In one motion, he was inside her. She groaned. He started smacking the side of her ass. Jack’s hips started smacking against her ass, and the sound reached Kara’s ears. She felt herself getting hornier. She gripped the bars for support. She snuck a glance at the girl who had orgasmed on the bike.
The girl was still sucking the dildo with all the energy she had. Her head bobbed up and down. The dominatrix was whipping her. The other girls on the bicycles seemed not to notice the sucking slave; their attention was concentrated on the girl behind the glass wall who was still fingering her clit and riding up and down on the cock on a pole.
Rob reached the girl on the factory floor. He spoke a few words with the dominatrix there, and he gestured towards the girl. The girl did not stop sucking.
Kara felt Jack reaching beneath her. He was reaching around her legs and starting to pant, and she felt his fingers beginning to play with her clit. She was going to orgasm soon. Her breathing became more ragged.
She watched as Rob lined up behind the girl who was sucking, and the dominatrix moved to the girl’s side and began pulling and pinching the girl’s nipples. Rob pushed his penis into her, and the girl almost stopped sucking for a moment.
Kara gasped. She started to orgasm.
Did I give you permission for that? she heard Mr. Hex ask.
No… no… no…. she said.
No?
No, sir.
He lifted her up by the hair, with Jack’s cock still inside her. Keep fucking her, Jack. Hold on to the rails, bitch.
Kara gripped the rails tighter. Her heart was pounding. Jack slapped his hand on her clit. Kara forgot all about the woman getting screwed by Rob. She stared into Mr. Hex’s face. His face showed blankness. He slapped her face. Then he took her nipples, one in each hand, and started twisting. As he twisted, Kara cried out.
He ignored her. Keep fucking her, Jack.
Jack started pounding her pussy even harder, and with every slap against her ass she let out a little yip. Mr. Hex twisted her nipples even more. That’s it, baby, Mr. Hex said. You sound like a dog.
She groaned.
I’m gonna cum, Mr. Hex, Jack said.
Good.
She squeaked. How many men would cum in her pussy this day? She felt his cum flooding her insides. Jack pressed himself against her, and she could feel him against her back and buttocks.
Now lay on the floor with your legs in the air, bitch. Mr. Hex said. She went to her knees, the cock sliding out of her. Then she turned onto her back, and put her feet over the railing.
Mr. Hex turned to look over the scene.
After ten minutes, Rob came back with the slave he had fucked. She was sweaty and stumbling behind him. He was leading her by her hair. She had long auburn hair. She was quite beautiful with pouty lips and big tits and a nice ass that swayed as she walked.
Put your pussy over the new bitch’s face, Mr. Hex commanded her.
Oh no, said Kara. I’m not a lesbian.
The slave did not hesitate. Kara saw the girl above her straddling her head. Then the girl lowered her pussy over Kara’s mouth and nose.
Now put you lick the new girl’s pussy, Mr. Hex said. And you boys, go get some duct tape.
Kara felt the new girl starting to lick her pussy.
This will teach you how to clean cum out of a pussy, Mr. Hex said. The cum from Rob was starting to leak out of the slave’s pussy and onto Kara’s face. The girl’s pussy was a mess of sweat and semen. It was open wide from the dildo and from Rob’s cock, and the semen was pouring out of it onto her lips and into her mouth.
Start licking, Mr. Hex said. You’re going to clean every bit of cum out of that snatch.
The men returned with duct tape, and Mr. Hex said, Bind them. The men bound the two girls together. They taped Kara’s arms to the other slave’s legs. They taped the slave’s arms to Kara’s legs. They taped their bodies together in the 69 position.
Keep sucking and don’t stop sucking until I tell you to stop.
Kara could not move. She was trapped with the pussy in her face.
I’m not a lesbian, she said.
Yes you are, Mr. Hex said. And you’re learning how to improve. You’ll stay like that for the next ten hours.
Mr. Hex was as good as his dirty words. For the next ten hours, the two girls were taped together. Kara spent time licking and sucking the little pussy next to her face, and she experienced numerous orgasms from the little slave’s tongue on hers. She fell asleep for some hours, and when she woke, the slave’s pussy was still next to her face. She breathed her pussy. She licked and sucked and studied every detail of her cunt. She could see her asshole. She licked the taint between the girl’s legs and asshole. She nibbled the girl’s clit. She licked the upper inside of the girl’s thighs.
When Kara woke the next morning, her head was resting on the inside of the slave’s thigh, and her nose was nestled in the folds of the bitch’s cunt. The honeycomb web of the metal floor had indented itself into her skin, and she could feel the soft in/out breathing of the slave between her own legs. Her lower leg was asleep still, and she moved it gingerly.
She opened her eyes sleepily, and remembered the events of yesterday and felt her pussy begin to moisten again. She licked casually at the girl’s vagina in front of her face.
Hungry?
Kara looked up. A woman in a transparent white teddy with white panties and a white bra underneath was looking down at her. The woman wore white high heels and carried a white whip. She had the whip draped over her shoulder with one hand and was rubbing her pussy lewdly through her panties with her other hand.
Take the tape off them, the woman said. A man walked up, and he tore the tape off Kara’s legs and the other slave’s arm. To this the other slave awoke. For the next two or three minutes, the man ripped the duct tape off the slaves’ bodies. Then Kara sat up, crossing her legs Indian style beneath her and rubbing the skin where the tape had been. She stared up at the woman in white. Kara did not bother to cover her pussy or tits.
The other slave started crawling away, and the woman and man let her go.
Do you know who I am?
No, Miss, Kara replied.
I am your hell, the woman replied.
No, Miss, Kara said.
Oh yes, the woman said. And I am going to make you burn. Stand up and come here.
Kara stood.
Did you enjoy everything that you saw yesterday?
No, Miss. Some of it looked humiliating and frightening.
The woman took Kara by the chin. The woman had brilliant green eyes and blonde hair and strawberry lips. She kissed Kara on the mouth softly. Kara started to respond. She wanted to touch the woman, but she kept her hands at her side. The woman started running her fingers over Kara’s body. She stroked her nipples and flicked them until they were hard. Kara moaned into the woman’s mouth. She pushed out her tongue and their tongues danced together. The woman turned her hand palm up and slid her middle finger up Kara’s twat.
Kara moaned.
The woman broke the kiss, leaving Kara breathless, but the dominatrix continued to finger fuck Kara.
Do you enjoy this?
Uhhhhhhhhnnn.
What?
Yes mistress.
Do you want more?
I want you to finger me till I cum.
Do you?
Yes. Use me!
The woman in white kept finger fucking Kara. Kara started humping up and down on the woman’s finger. She was standing and fucking herself on the dominatrix’s hand. The dominatrix dropped the whip, and she slapped Kara hard across the face. Kara opened her eyes and gasped in surprise.
Shut the fuck up. Do you want to cum?
Yes!
Then don’t gasp like a five dollar whore.
The woman slapped her face again. Kara sort of squeaked. The woman jammed her finger up Kara’s slit, and Kara put her hand on the woman’s shoulder’s for support. Kara was on her tiptoes. The woman slapped Kara’s face again. Kara’s mouth was hanging open, and she was panting. She was fucking herself by rocking up and down on her tip toes. The woman reached out and grabbed Kara’s nipple, and she pulled it up. Kara rolled her head back.
Yessssssssssssssss.
The woman slapped Kara’s face again. Look at me, bitch. Look me right in the eye. The woman looked into Kara’s shining brown eyes. Kara was hungry for sex. The slave’s nipples were jutting out. Her mouth was open. She was breathing hard. Her face was flushed. Her pussy was wet.
You are a sexpot, the woman said. She started to thumb Kara’s clit. Kara closed her eyes and mewled.
The woman slapped Kara’s face. Kara opened her eyes. Don’t cum, the woman said.
Please?
No. The woman took her finger out of Kara’s slit, and she shoved it into Kara’s mouth. Clean my finger. Kara looked the woman in the eyes and she sucked her cum off the woman’s finger.
Mr. Hex walked up in his orange shirt with his purple tie and his shaved head. Kara thought he had a nice body.
What are you doing to her, Katya?
Whatever I want.
Mr. Hex did not reply. Kara watched him nervously. She felt vulnerable standing naked on the metal floor of the factory. Mr. Hex scrutinized her, judged her. He stood at her side. Kara kept her hands down at her side, and she waited for him to make a move.
Bend over, he said.
She bent at the waist, feeling cool air washing past her pussy, feeling exposed. Mr. Hex walked behind her. Maybe he’ll fuck me, she thought, and she felt her nipples get hard again.
Mr. Hex took off his belt. He said, Spread your legs. She was bent over at the waist, with Katya looking on and smirking. Now Kara started to dread. Mr. Hex passed the belt between her legs, running it up past her pussy. He put the buckle into her mouth. Hold that with your teeth, he said. He took the other end of the belt, and he pulled it upwards, so that it ran between her tits and up against her pussy. He started to lift.
Don’t let go of the belt buckle.
Mmmmmmmmmh! Kara tried to scream as she held the buckle between her teeth. He was pulling her head back towards her crotch and pulling her to her tiptoes. Then he held the belt up in the air with one strong hand, so that it covered her pussy and ran between her ass cheeks. Then with his free hand he started spanking her ass.
Whip her tits, you good for nothing blonde dog.
Katya jumped up and stood to the side of Kara. Kara’s eyes widened in fear. Unnnhhh! she moaned into the belt buckle. The woman swung the whip viciously underneath Kara and the tail popped against her nipples. Kara tried to scream, but she kept the buckle in her mouth. She reached forward and gripped the rail. Mr. Hex kept spanking her ass. Katya smirked again, and she swung even harder, so hard that Kara thought she might draw blood.
Harder, said Mr. Hex. Harder.
Katya leaned back and raised her front foot off the ground and the whip went astray and snapped across Kara’s belly with tremendous force. Kara screamed, and the belt buckle dropped from her mouth and fell to the floor.
Katya whipped her again.
Kara screamed.
You let go of the belt, Mr. Hex said. I’ll tell you what you’re going to do for me. You’re going to dance.
Kara was silent. She was holding on to the rail and trembling. She felt like her ass was on fire. She felt like her stomach might be bleeding.
Stand up.
She stood up, facing away from him. In front of her, there was no one on the factory floor. It must be early morning, she thought.
Kara felt him grab her butt cheeks. She inhaled.
Did you hear me? You’re going to dance.
Yes, she started to sob. I am going to dance.
So start dancing.
Mr. Hex reached between her legs. He bent down, and he reached up past her belly from behind and gripped a nipple, and pulled it hard. Do you want me to twist it?
No. No sir.
Mr. Hex released her nipples. With his hand still between her legs, he spanked her pussy a few times from the back and tugged her pubes. Then dance.
Yes sir. Kara raised her arms above her head and started to sway her hips. She still faced away from him, so she jiggled her ass, looked over her shoulder, and tried to smile.
Then she let her hands trail down her sides. Her fingernails scraped her flesh. Her perky tits and crinkly nipples felt the bite of her fingernails. She pinched her nipples between her fingers, swaying, and rolled her nipples. She slowly ran a fingernail down her stomach, then started at the top of her ass crack and scraped down past her asshole, over her vagina. She flicked her clit.
Then she turned around to face Mr. Hex.
Kara had one hand above her head, and she gyrated, and she had the other hand toying with her own body as if were a thing made only for teasing.
She sucked her finger into her mouth, then pulled it out again and traced a line of saliva down her stomach.
Do you like that?
Mr. Hex did not respond. Katya, the dominatrix, walked behind Mr. Hex and started at Kara. Slowly, Katya reached around Mr. Hex. She kissed him on the neck, but he did not move. She started playing with Mr. Hex’s balls and cock through his pants. Kara watched them and swayed and moved. She could tell Mr. Hex was getting hard. Katya kept stroking the man, pulling on his cock through his pants, whispering in his ear, running her lips over his neck. She reached over with her other hand and started massaging his chest. Then Katya started humping herself against him and rubbing his cock even harder.
Kara kept dancing lustfully in front of them. She started to wish that she was Katya. She wanted to touch Mr. Hex. To be touched by him. To be his submissive. Mr. Hex did not move. He was watching Kara and getting harder under Katya’s caresses.
Kara pulled her nipples away from her chest with both hands. She groaned and shook her hips. She pointed one toe out, and she ran her hand down her silky smooth leg. She massaged the place in between her pussy and her thigh. She ran her hands over her buttocks and shook her tits. But still Katya continued to caress Mr. Hex. And Kara felt jealous.
Katya moved in front of Mr. Hex, and she kissed him. Mr. Hex kissed her back, and he started to ignore Kara.
Then Katya unbuttoned the man’s pants. She pulled out his long hairy cock. Kara could see a drip of precum on the tip, just before Katya put the man’s cock into her mouth and started sucking. Mr. Hex took her by the head, and he started pumping his cock in and out of her mouth. She made muffled gagging noises, and Kara could see the sperm and spit trailing from her mouth to his cock. It was a wet blowjob. Then Katya stood up and she turned away from Mr. Hex. She faced Kara and smiled.
Kara was running her hands over her belly. She was running her hands over her thighs and breasts and even sucking her fingers. She almost whined with the wanting and the lust. Then
Katya’s smile broadened. Katya slipped her fingers into the elastic waistband of her panties. Katya kept her eyes on Kara as Katya slid her own panties to the floor and bent over for Mr. Hex. Mr. Hex licked his finger and ran it up and down Katya’s slit.
Please…. Kara moaned.
Katya said, I want it.
And Mr. Hex pushed his cock into Katya, and Kara almost died with lust. Kara’s dutiful dance continued. Mr. Hex slowly worked his cock in and out of Katya, and Katya sighed with pleasure and looked up at Kara.
Finger yourself, said Katya.
Kara reached between her legs, and she started playing with herself. It was the last thing she wanted to do—to watch another girl getting fucked by a dominant well hung man.
Right before her eyes.
Three fingers, said Katya.
It was uncomfortable and humiliating. Kara worked a third finger into her vagina and started squeezing her nipples.
Mr. Hex started really giving it to Katya. He started grunting as he fucked her harder and harder.
Yes, breathed Katya. Fuck me. I’m your bitch. I’m yours. Take me. Fuck me!
Mr. Hex’s balls were slapping at her, and Katya was moaning and Kara could not take her eyes off the couple. Mr. Hex’s fingers were digging in to Katya’s hips, and Katya started to orgasm. Katya started screaming, Yes Yes Yes Yes!!
And Mr. Hex dug in and the sounds were going Pop pop pop pop pop as he fucked that cherry, and Mr. Hex groaned and shoved deep inside her, and then came in and out a few more times, as Katya hung her head and sucked air, and then Katya looked up at Kara and smiled. Mr. Hex slapped Katya’s ass, then he pulled out. He took Katya by the hair, and he spun her around, and he made her clean his cock with her mouth. Katya slurped it all up, with his semen white in her pussy.
Kara was still dancing. But now she turned around, because she could not bear to watch them anymore. Her hands wandered over her ass. In front of her was the railing and the factory floor. People were starting to trickle in through the doors. It was going to be another day of debauchery and sex. She glanced up at the shutters of Capt. Malfarge’s room, but they were still shut tight, and she could not see in.
When she turned around to look at Mr. Hex and Katya, Mr. Hex had zipped up his pants and was watching her. Katya had her arm around his waist. When Kara turned around, Katya walked up to her, and she slapped Kara on the face.
Keep dancing slut, Katya said.
Kara started dancing again—for a moment she had stopped. She cast a pleading look to Mr. Hex for help.
You heard the girl, said Mr. Hex. Don’t stop dancing.
Then he walked away.
Katya grinned at her, and she spit in Kara’s face. Kara could smell, in her spit, the smell of Mr. Hex’s spunk, and somehow grew wet again between her legs. Katya slapped one of Kara’s tits, and she walked away.
*The author is looking for a female cyber sub of his own, and if you are interested, please email him. Also email with comments and ideas for Kara. This is part one of a longer story.
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