Thread: In The Basement [N-C]

Brittany lay perfectly still when the men, now clothed, came to collect. Maybe if she didn't move, they wouldn't see her? Maybe their vision was based on movement, like T-Rexes. These men didn't look like dinosaurs, but everything else seemed to fit the bill. They were after Jill. She barely stood a chance. With her hands and feet restrained, and the blanket trapping her knees together and her arms at her side, she was like an old rolled-up carpet. Leo treated her as such, lifting her from the mattress and tossing her over his shoulder. Jill sprung to life, protesting into the gag and kicking her feet against his backside. Leo's fingers dug into the curve of Jill's backside, compressing into the blanket like freshly-drawn talons and keeping her safely bent double over his arm. Try not to drop her, Tony advised smugly, following Leo to the stairs. And don't let her feet touch the ground like last time. Stanley seems to think that having to wash the girls entitles him to fuck 'em. Yeah, yeah... Leo grumbled, turning the corner and disappearing. Tony lingered at the bottom of the stairs. Brittany froze, holding her breath. She was stuck between a rock and a hard place. One of two things could happen Tony could leave her down here, helpless and alone, trying to ignore the dull throb in her crotch while contemplating her immediate future. Or he could join Brittany. Brittany resolved to hope for the former. The last time she and Tony had been alone, he'd viciously raped her. In front of Leo and Jill, Tony was more coercive than he was forceful--but when it was just the two of them... The door rattled shut, sending a fresh wave of tremors through Brittany's body. A sparkling sheen of sweat had formed on her brow and she'd bent her knees slightly, pulling her feet into the warm protectiveness of the blanket. You and the redhead are going to represent Leo and I in a contest later, Tony explained, moving to the mattress and scooping Brittany up in his arms. You were supposed to have a photography session with Carl, but he's having a bit of trouble with one of his 'models'. So before the contest starts, you're going to be filling in for one of the girls that went to Quarantine this morning. A 'photography session'? Was that where Jill was now? Brittany's heart went out to her. How bad was it? Were they just taking pictures of Jill tied up and naked? Or were they raping her too? Brittany pushed the thought away. Waking up nude and being sexually assaulted had been bad enough, but having someone off to the side taking pictures while it was happening? Enough about Jill, though--Brittany had other problems. The stairs creaked and groaned as Tony carried her topside. For the first time since her arrival, Brittany was going to see outside the walls of the chamber where she'd spent the last few hours being raped and terrorized. She had to make it count! The top of the stairs opened into a wide hallway. The environment was still the same--they were still underground--but the basement was much larger than Brittany had imagined it to be. Heavy oak doors lined the corridor and as soon as they came into sight, she could hear the muffled cries behind them. Tortured squeals and shrieks floated up and down the corridor like the cries of a dozen ghosts. In a way, Brittany was grateful for this moment. As she recoiled in disgust at the Hall of Horrors, she turned her head and looked behind Tony. Next to the door leading downstairs, there was a second flight of stairs, heading upward. That was probably the way out! If Brittany had made a break for it earlier, she would have run right past that! The trouble about information in this place, though, was that it came at a price. Brittany had gotten an advantage in the long run, but at the moment she was chained, gagged, and trapped in Tony's muscular, possessive arms. Their destination was a small room on the left side, about halfway down the hallway. Most of Brittany's view of the room was obscured by a booth--it looked like a typical voting booth--but she could hear people talking. Tony carried her into the booth and set her down on a plastic mat inside. There was a bench against the wall opposite the wall, something that looked like a pair of medieval stocks with only one hole. MMPH! Tony's fingers clenched crushingly around the nape of Brittany's neck and he leaned her forward, pushing her head into the hole and securing the device around her neck, leaving her bent double. Mmm! MMMmm! Brittany writhed back and forth, fighting her manacled wrists and the stocks. Tony freed her feet and spread them into a wide V-shape, and used handcuffs to anchor her ankles to the interior of the booth. Despite her lewd posture, Brittany had been immobilized. She looked to the right, and her pulse quickened. There were two other booths in here, and two other women gagged with duct tape. She didn't recognize either of them. The woman in the near booth was a few years older than Brittany with short black hair. She was very pretty--a new arrival, if Brittany had to venture a guess, as she was still wearing eyeliner--with a deep, even tan and clean skin, with the exception of a beauty mark on her left cheek just above the edge of the tape. The woman in the far booth, maybe Brittany's age or a year younger, was a thin-faced dirty blond. Her cheeks were swollen red and shiny with tears, her eyes as glossy as mirrors. RRM! Brittany squealed as Tony grabbed her hair and wrenched her head up. Three men had entered the room, one of whom was looking down on Brittany's face. Jessica got quarantined. This is Brittany. The gears in Brittany's head came to a grinding halt. How did he know her name? She hadn't even been allowed to scream since her arrival, much less introduce herself... She'll do, the man replied, taking Brittany's jawline between his fingers and turning her head from side to side. She might even be an upgrade. With that, he released Brittany's head and rounded the corner, into the booth. It wasn't until she heard him sitting down on the bench that the heat blossomed in her cheeks like roses springing into bloom. The air on her splayed loins felt especially cold as she pictured the man eyeing her naked anus and genitalia. The far woman shrieked, and burst into tears. Startled, Brittany turned her head in time to see the near woman squeal as well. Her face turned scarlet and her expression turned into a dismayed grimace. What was wrong with th-- MMMMMMPH! He licked her! The man pulled open Brittany's bum cheeks and licked her! Brittany's whole body went tense. He clawed her cheeks open and pressed his face against her backside until his lips were against Brittany's blossom, the tip of his tongue gliding up and down her narrow vagina. Everything seemed so surreal and dreamlike. Just hours before, Brittany had been sleeping peacefully in her bed. In the blink of an eye, she'd been dragged into hell, raped repeatedly, and was now chained in place while a complete stranger suckled on her cunt. Are you ready, Rob? Tony asked, stepping in front of Brittany's head. His hands were fiddling with his belt. Rob withdrew from Brittany's backside and stood. His mouth had left a sticky sheen of saliva on her crotch and butt crack, coupled with the warm moisture of forced arousal. Planting one hand on Brittany's back, Rob reached between her legs, spread her lips with his fingers, and began to masturbate her. Just feeling herself react to Rob's touch nearly made Brittany sick. Taking his tongue to her had made Brittany exquisitely sensitive and Rob capitalized on this, feeling around for the most tender and vulnerable areas. Ow! Tony snapped the tape from Brittany's mouth and slid his pants down to his ankles. His cock sprung out, fully erect and awaiting attention. He gripped the trunk and angled the tip against Brittany's mouth. There comes a time when enough is enough Brittany gritted her teeth and shook her head. Tony took her hair and pushed her face against his crotch. Get to it! Still, Brittany refused. She'd been knocked out, kidnapped from her home, stripped, raped, and forced to give one blowjob already. This was absolutely humiliating! It was filthy and vile and wrong! Rob? A little help? Brittany froze. Rob was pushing something between her butt cheeks. It felt cold and hard with a rounded head that worked its way against the puckered rosebud of her anus and plunged deeper. White-hot pain exploded from Brittany's backside as he pushed the unlubricated object deeper, past her clutching sphincter. Brittany fought hard to keep from crying out but when Rob gave her a sudden sharp jab, she squealed in agony. Darkness threatened to swamp her vision and she felt dizzy. Although she didn't pass out, Brittany lowered her defenses and Tony made a move, manuevering his penis into her mouth. Brittany winced as the characteristically bland taste of male-meat spread across her tongue. Thus accomplished, Rob left the object half-inserted in Brittany's backside and went back to masturbating her. Defeated, Brittany closed her lips around his shaft. The ordeal was like a ritual, a stepping-stone toward something bigger. But what? Brittany looked at the two other girls in her peripheral vision. They were undergoing the same treatment, and while Brittany couldn't see anyone in the booths, she was sure they were there. Who were these people? How could they be so indifferent toward having sex in front of each other? Better yet, how could they justify raping all these women? Get ready, A voice floated from one of the booths. Yup. The reply came from the man being fellated by the far woman. She wasn't really sucking the man--she was too busy sobbing to control her lips--so she was instead just trying to keep from gagging while the man pumped in and out of her throat, holding her hair with both hands to keep her steady. The far woman moaned shrilly. Her entire face went red and she quaked uncontrollably, her eyes clenched tightly shut. They burst open again when the man grunted and arched his back. She shrieked and recoiled. The man fucked her mouth for a moment and then pulled himself free, spraying ejaculate across her lips. He jerked himself several times, spurting long, stringy globs of fluids across the woman's face. She's ready. This time, the voice came from the middle booth. C'mon, Sheila...let's get those lips workin' overtime... The twisted spur of encouragement came from the man beside Tony. Sheila grimaced, and then shuddered helplessly as an orgasm washed over her, prompting the man to climax as well. Just you left, Britt, Tony leered down at her. It wouldn't take long. As much as Brittany hated to admit it, Rob's attention to her loins had been having an effect. Watching Sheila and the other woman had helped her to block out the stimulation, but now the other girls were being released from the booths and led out of the room, and there was little else to focus on. She's about to go, Rob reported. He was right. Brittany could feel the heat and pressure building between her thighs. Her legs were turning to jelly. Go. A sudden, powerful orgasm detonated in Brittany's crotch. She clenched her whole body as wave after wave of unwarranted pleasure crashed through her form. Semen spat forth from Tony's cock and splashed into her throat. She struggled to keep up with the flow, but the orgasm was making her body numb and several deposits ended up dribbling down her chin. Brittany slumped down in the restraints, exhausted. Tony's fluid drained from her mouth, streaming down her lower lip and pooling on the floor below as she coughed and gagged, trying to cope with the salty, bitter taste in her mouth. That does it for me, Rob announced. His voice sounded distant. I have Robyn reserved for a couple of hours. I gotta get out of here. Tony pulled up his pants. Once Rob exited, Tony entered the booth and popped Brittany's neck free, and one of her ankles. Brittany stood erect, the muscles in her back tight after being bent over so long. Well, we're back on schedule, Tony informed her, stepping out of the booth. Once Stanley's done with Jill, we can get you two to the contest. Although the mask hid Tony's mouth, Brittany could see the fabric move as it became a sinister smile. Don't go anywhere! With that, he turned on his heel and exited the room, leaving Brittany alone in the booth. One ankle was still anchored in place--where was she going to go? She took one step toward the booth door to peer out through the curtain at the rest of the room and winced. They men hadn't bothered removing the object from her rectum. Grimacing, Brittany arched her back, felt the plastic with her fingertips, and began trying to work it free.