In The Basement [N-C]

[brittany_cape]

Brittany was naked.

It was the first thing she noticed when the chloroform wore off. She had concluded that it was chloroform anyway; it had been pungent and burned her throat while the Masked Shadow had been holding it over her face. He had drugged her in her bed, abducted her from her apartment, and brought her here.

And she was naked. The air felt cold and damp against her bare skin. The air smelled stale and moldy, like a dungeon or wine cellar. Brittany's first instinct was to cover herself. She assumed the fetal position and although she could fold her legs up against her chest, her hands were trapped behind her--

Her wrists were tied!

Brittany's heart kicked into overtime. Her ankles were tied too; she'd felt the rope against them while pulling her knees up. She lifted her head and blinked into focus. The mattress (which felt absolutely filthy) was bare, the fabric discolored by several brown splatter-shaped stains. The only spotlight in this horror show came in the form of a dusty bare lightbulb hanging over the mattress. The light it threw off was minimal; Brittany could only see two of the walls.

"Hmmph!" The rope pinched Brittany's wrist. The sting of the pinch went forgotten, however, when she realized her lips were being held shut. She turned her eyes downward and could just see the upper-edge of the tape, glistening silver in the pallid light--

She was gagged!

It was wound around her head several times. She could feel it compressing against her long brown hair, making it curve inward over her ears. Brittany felt sick to her stomach. Obviously, someone didn't want to hear what she had to say. What could she say, anyway? She was bound, gagged, and naked in some basement. She had a thousand questions, but picking the most important one was proving impossible.

"You really are something!"

Brittany froze. The voice had disrupted the silence like a gunshot. Its owner stepped forth from the darkness--oozed forth, all the while scanning Brittany from head to toe.

She looked him over with wide eyes. Her heart was doing a mile a minute. The man was dressed entirely in black. His bare, hairy arms looked to be tougher than iron and his enormous calloused hands were concealed by fingerless black gloves.

The aspect of his attire that sent shivers down Brittany's spine was the ski-mask. It was just the same sort that villains wore in action movies. He looked like a professional criminal, even a terrorist! He looked dangerous!

Brittany's kidnapper made no effort to conceal his intentions. He strolled across the room, blatantly staring at pale curves of Brittany's nude body, and pounced to the mattress.

"MMMPH!" Before Brittany could move away, the man pushed her on her side. She squeezed her eyes shut, hoping that she would wake up from this dream, but when she opened them his nose was inches from her cheek.

"Where you goin' baby?" He rasped the question directly into Brittany's ear. She couldn't help but wince. His breath was hot, moist and intrusive on her earlobe. Rolling Brittany onto her back, the masked man's eyes lit up, like a starving man that had found an all-you-can-eat buffet. She cowered beneath his hulking form, trembling softly as his eyes rolled down her heaving breasts and across the whorl of her belly button. They lingered for a while on the bald Y-crease of her crotch.

She felt like she was being judged, like he was gauging her body in search of flaws or imperfections. Her cheeks turning rosy red, Brittany squeezed her eyes shut. She didn't know what to pray for--did she want to fail his test, and be rejected? Where would that take her? Then again, did she want to pass the test--and find out what he had in store for her?

The mattress shifted. Brittany opened her eyes. Still staring down at her, the man stood and pulled his shirt over his head.

Brittany felt dizzy. Was this really happening? Her eyes fell on the opposite wall and although she didn't have to watch him, she couldn't close her ears. She heard the peeling of a shirt over a head, and the rustling of pants being unbuckled and then hitting the floor. When she looked back, the man was naked. He'd left the mask and boots, but everything else was gone--which exposed to Brittany, in no uncertain terms, that he was very pleased with her nakedness.

Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. He untied her feet and dug between her knees, prying them apart.

"MMMMnnnn! NNNNNN!" Brittany bucked up and down, trying to sit up and see over the swell of her breasts to watch her thighs spread. Her kidnapper knelt between Brittany's knees, using his hard hairy legs to keep them wedged open. He enveloped her like a lunar eclipse, holding down her shoulders and menacing over her in a pseudo-pushup position, his erect member swaying back and forth over her vulnerable loins like a pendulum. He fisted himself for a moment before taking the trunk and poked at her crotch with the tip before finding her lips. Much to Brittany's horror, he lazily lined himself up with the center and let his hips drop, driving his cock straight into her.

He was fucking her! She was being raped!

"MMMPH!" Brittany was no stranger to sex, but this wasn't sex. Keeping her pinned to the bed, the man simply pushed his cock fully inside her, lubricated only by their combined sweat and a steady stream of pre-cum oozing from his tip. Then he just started pumping. He moved his hands down to her breasts, coiling his fingers around them like they were peaches and maintaining leverage that way. The man began pushing in and out, grunting ineloquently with every inward thrust. Brittany writhed in place, battling the rope.

"Mmpph...mmmph!" Much to her horror, she could feel everything that was happening. She felt the lurches and twitches of his cock as it nestled its way inside her clutching passage and the gradual increase in speed until the pumping of his hips became erratic.

Putting all of his weight on Brittany's chest to keep her down, her rapist climaxed. He pushed all the way inside her, until his testicles lay draped against the swell of her bum, firing wave after wave of masculine fluid into her like he was wielding a revolver. The rhythm disappeared entirely. Her rapist drew back and punched into her as hard as he could, over and over again.

"MMMMPH!" Brittany's thighs were slicked with sweat, her hips tired from their constant attempts to dislodge the man from between her legs. She moaned into the gag, exhausting what little air she'd been able to save up. She passed out briefly, only to be reawakened by a slam of her rapist's hips. This left her in a daze when he finally finished and withdrew from between her legs, which she had no desire to close. She could feel the warm, sticky semen dribbling down her thighs and down the crevice of her bum.

"Just a little something to tide me over," Brittany heard distantly. He appeared overhead, and as she tried to focus her eyes he pressed a white rag over her nose. Searing pain shot through Brittany's nostrils. The first whiff of the chemical hit her like a brick, throwing her back into reality. She couldn't risk being unconscious now! Being awake was the only form of defense she had available!

Brittany rolled back and forth on the mattress, kicking. Her gagged cries went ignored as Tony held the putrid rag on her face. The edges of her vision started to go dark; the lone lightbulb swinging overhead became blurry. The blackness overcame her vision like a tunnel, at the end of which she saw the pinprick of the light bulb.

"See you in a couple of hours," A distant voice promised.

 

[brittany_cape]

The redhead on the other side of the room deserved to be saved.

At some point, the man had brought another girl down to the basement. He had a second mattress available for her, and the second light bulb--this one also situated over the mattress--helped to illuminate the opposite side of the room. She was still unconscious when Brittany woke up. They were the only two in the basement. The redhead looked like she'd been kidnapped from bed also. Her feet were bare, sticking out from a very loose-fitting pair of grey sweatpants. Her t-shirt, several sizes too large, fit her like a blanket. She seemed peaceful. Her wrists and ankles had been zip-tied, and what appeared to be a pair of socks--perhaps the ones stripped from her feet--were lodged in her mouth. But, she was still asleep, and--hopefully--having sweet dreams.

Brittany turned her attention to her own plight. Her loins ached, but her crotch felt cool and refreshed, as though her rapist had sterilized her with rubbing alcohol. Her feet had been re-restrained with a thin chain wound around her ankles numerous times. A small padlock kept the chain in place. Her hands, still behind her back, had been cuffed. The tape had been peeled away, replaced by a rolled-up white handkerchief that cut between her teeth and came to a bulbous knot at the back of her head.

The redheaded girl groaned.

Brittany snapped her eyes to the other mattress. Stay asleep as long as you can!

The redhead didn't hear Brittany's mental pleas. Mumbling behind the tape, the redhead rocked back and forth on the mattress. When she felt it--that first surge of helplessness--she froze in place. A collection of stifled mewls escaped from her sock-gagged mouth. Brittany could only imagine what went through the girl's mind when she rolled over and saw her cellmate. At least when Brittany woke up, she was alone; she had a few moments to think that it was all a bad dream, or an elaborate prank. The redhead, however, turned her head and immediately saw another prisoner--handcuffed, chained, gagged, and nude.

She spit out the socks and grimaced, trying to get the taste out of her mouth and re-wet her lips. Then she looked to Brittany. "Are you okay?"

Brittany lifted her head and nodded. It was a slow nod, though--I've had better days.

"I'm Jill...do you know where we are?"

Brittany shook her head.

"How did they get you? Did they kidnap you?"

A nod.

Jill swallowed hard and sat up, folding her legs to the side. When she had her balance, she turned her attention back to Brittany. "Have they...have they done things to you?"

Brittany swallowed hard and took a deep breath. Then, she nodded.

The color blanched from Jill's face. She looked around the basement, evidently seeing how few options they had. Her eyes fell onto Brittany once more. "Okay. I'm going to hop over there. I think I can get that gag out of your mouth. Then we can have a better time talking."

The notion was irresistible. The cleave-gag had her lips pulled tight and dug into the edges of her mouth by her cheeks, and when she rolled her head the knot jammed into the back of her head. Brittany wiggled her way upright until she was sitting on her bum and putting her mouth at the level where Jill's hands would be. Seeing this, Jill swung her feet around, letting them hang off the mattress only inches from the floor. Just as she was about to launch herself upright, however, she went tense. "I hear something!"

Brittany heard it too--footsteps above. Her heart skipped a beat. Like a child pretending to be asleep, she threw herself back down to the mattress and closed her eyes. Jill got the idea. She scooped up the socks in her mouth and pushed them between her teeth by pressing her face against the mattress. Just as the kidnapper's boots came into view on the stairs, Jill fell across the mattress and went still. When their captor arrived at the bottom of the steps, he saw two girls laying unconscious in the basement.

Brittany stayed as still as she possibly could. She had the disadvantage here--she was naked, chained, and completely helpless. Jill was totally clothed. When she was sure that her captor's attention was on Jill, Brittany eased one eye open.

The kidnapper--wearing clothes now--pulled a pair of scissors from his back pocket. The blades glinted in the dim light. Lowering himself at Jill's feet, he positioned her legs and began a slow upward cut along her sweatpants. First one leg, and then the other. Discarding the severed pants, he went to work on Jill's shirt. Jill's bravery was commendable. Maybe she'd seen Brittany's state and realized that being stripped was inevitable. Maybe she was just too terrified to move. Either way, Jill stayed motionless, even as her kidnapper stripped her of her panties. She stayed silent until she heard him unbuckling his belt. She made noise--but Brittany's attention was elsewhere.

"Welcome back."

Jill's kidnapper dropped his drawers, and the erection that sprung forth was unfamiliar. She knew what her rapist's cock looked like. She'd watched him guide it between her legs only hours earlier. He'd been dressed entirely in black and the only thing he could characterize about him was the appearance of his member. The member looming over Jill's body did not belong to Brittany's rapist.

She became a statue. She could see him now, standing behind her. He'd seen her eye open and moving around; there was no denying that she was awake. "Leo is going to make mincement of that little redhead," he remarked.

Brittany turned her head and looked over her shoulder, no longer bothering with the ruse. The man hadn't bothered putting his clothes back on and his cock stood shamelessly erect.

Freedom came and went in the blink of an eye. One moment, Brittany was watching Leo jump onto the mattress and pressing a hand over Jill's mouth while the other probed for the mound between her legs. The next, her feet were in the air and the chain was sliding away. If she hadn't looked at the other mattress one last time, Brittany would have kicked free of the man's grip, thrown herself to her feet, and made a beeline for the door...but Jill was looking at her. Leo had latched onto her from behind and they lay on their sides. She could see what had captured Jill''s body--one hand was clamped across her mouth, the other was probing between her thighs--and the expression on her face froze Brittany in place.

Brittany felt herself being pulled upright. Her captor took a seat behind her, nuzzling his cock against her tailbone and shackled hands. The depraved intimacy had Brittany's mind reeling and while she struggled to keep her thighs shut, a pair of heavy boots parted her feet and tangled around her ankles. "Relax, baby," He cooed into Brittany's ear. His movements were as calm and confident as his tone: he eased her legs open into a wide 'V' with his own. One burly arm coiled around her shoulder and he closed his fingers along her jawline, pushing her head back against his chest. The other came to a rest across her left thigh, leaving the tips of his calloused fingers within inches of Brittany's loins.

Trapped in place, the only thing Brittany could do was watch.

Jill was fighting a losing battle. Yielding to Leo's fingers had damaged her spirit. He'd masturbated her for several moments, sending the girl into a daze; before she could recover, he snipped the zip-tie at her ankles and rolled her onto her back. She did have a moment of luck, however. Feeling her knees fall open, Jill lifted her head; when she did this, she caught a glimpse of the thick erection pointed between her legs. She gasped sharply and her eyes rolled back in her head.

Jill had fainted.

 

[brittany_cape]

The air had gone tense.

Leo hovered over Jill's lifeless body, his hips tense, waiting to stab into her unprotected loins. He looked to the man holding Brittany, his eyes uncertain.

"What is it, Tony?"

Tony. Brittany's captor had a name. She didn't know his face or motives for abducting Jill and her, but at least her rapist had a name.

Tony held her close. His grip was disturbingly possessive; he kept his body pressed tight against her. Tony had worked her thighs all the way open now and he was massaging her crotch with the palm of his hand while keeping her legs splayed by threading his foot under her knee and hooking it over her ankle. The mattress against her bum was damp with Tony's buttsweat and every now and then, he ground his crotch against her, depositing a pinprick of warm goo where the tip of his cock contacted the center of her back.

"You could be a hero, Brittany. I'll make you a deal. Promise to suck me off later and Leo will do Jill before she wakes up."

Brittany's stomach churned at the notion. What would Jill do in her position? She seemed to be a brave girl; in the short time that Brittany had spoken to her (for lack of a better word), she seemed to be level-headed and objective about their predicament. So which was more objective: refusing, and letting Jill wake up to a man having sex with her? Or getting the truly terrifying part out of the way while Jill was blissfully unaware, softening the blow she'd take when she came to?

Though her head was tilted upward with Tony's fingers stuck to her throat, Brittany could move her eyes. Jill was a pretty girl, short-statured, her most obvious characteristic being the mane of scarlet hair spread across the mattress. Her face looked peaceful again. Jill looked almost fragile, in a way; some maternal instinct in Brittany sprung to life and she had the overwhelming urge to protect her.

"Uhhkayyy," Brittany mumbled through the gag. Did she seriously just agree to that deal?

"Is that a yes? Gimme a squeeze if that's a yes..."

'Gimme' a squeeze? What was there to--

Apparently so. Brittany broke out in an uncontrollable blush. Grimacing, she leaned forward and probed around between their bodies with her manacled hands. The firm, tight flesh of his cock was unmistakable. It took a few tries for Brittany to take hold of it--every time she closed her fingers around the shaft, she could the veins throbbing against her palms. Swallowing her pride, Brittany squeezed.

"Good girl," Tony cooed, reaching to her hands before she could withdraw them. Brittany knew where this was going before he finished. Leaving her right hand alone, he gently took control of her left, curling her fingers under his testicles and closing her hand around his engorged balls. "We're good. Have at 'er, Leo," Tony said, nuzzling close to Brittany again, leaving her hands trapped around his genitals.

Like an accident on the side of a highway, Brittany couldn't help but look. Leo eased himself into Jill and lowered himself atop her. For a cold-hearted rapist, Leo was surprisingly gentle. He took Jill's face in his hands and kissed her deeply. Cradling the back of her head with one hand, Leo let his hand wander down to her smooth, bare breast. Sucking on Jill's face and squeezing her chest, Leo began pumping in and out. The scene became a comfort, for Brittany, something she could focus on to get her mind off Tony, who was reaching around her waist and tickling at her inner-thighs.

"Mmmnnn!" Brittany jerked when Tony found a sensitive spot, causing her to jerk. Without thinking about it, she squeezed his cock and milked a fresh blob of goo out of the tip and onto her back.

He tickled at her inner thighs, lingering at the places that made Brittany clench her fists; then he moved up to her sensitive belly. With fluid oozing down her hand, Brittany forced herself to watch the other mattress. It was all she could do to take her mind off Tony's inquisitive fingers! Leo was sort of curled now, slamming into Jill's crotch with hard, deep thrusts. He'd abandoned her breast, favoring instead to clutch her hair with both hands and suck hungrily on her lips. Jill lay motionlessly on her back with her legs all the way open, her body jerking with every pump of Leo's waist. The only sound to be heard was that of Leo's cock driving in and out of Jill's vagina, a sloshy and vulgar sound.

Much to Brittany's relief, Jill slept through the whole thing. Leo finished in a matter of minutes, announcing the event a series of grunts. His hips slamming into Jill and he paused with his member jammed into her, and when he resumed pumping the sloshing sound was thicker. Leo withdrew slowly. As he did so, a sparkling arc of fluid formed, linking the tip of his cock to Jill's loins. It grew to several inches before snapping.

Brittany swallowed hard. It was show time...

Tony freed Brittany from the grapple. The warm flesh of the man's genitals left her palms feeling filthy and she could still feel him twitching and pulsing in her grip. The notion of having that thing in her mouth brought a grimace to her face. How could she have agreed to do this?

Sporting a half-erect cock, Leo prepared himself for the upcoming show. Dismounting the mattress and dragging it across the room, Leo lined it up against Brittany's and took a seat, maneuvering Jill into position against him. This close up, she looked like a broken toy. Her legs were still splayed, her loins swollen and glistening with ejaculate. Her lips and cheeks shone with the dampness of Leo's saliva.

Brittany looked over her shoulder. She knew what happened next. Tony was already preparing, leaning back on his hands and spreading his legs expectantly.

"Wake up!" Leo slapped Jill on the cheek. She groaned softly. Leo adjusted her into position, rolling her onto her side and pulling her head onto his lap to cup his hand over her mouth. Jill's eyes fluttered open and she looked around quizzically.

"Brittany took a bullet for you!" Leo informed her, reaching between Jill's legs and rubbing her filthied loins. Her eyes burst to life. Somehow she figured what had transpired over the past few minutes. There was plenty of evidence, including the ache between her legs, the warm fluid on her thighs, or the squishy sound Leo's fingers made as they probed around.

"MMnnnphh!" Jill squealed, delivering a series of kicks to the mattress.

"Knock it off!" Leo hissed, jerking her head. "Open up, c'mon." Jill winced as Leo dug his hand between her thighs. She fought valiantly to keep them squeezed shut but in the end yielded to his command. She opened her legs, leaving one on its side on the mattress, the other standing upright in the shape of an 'A'. Contented, Leo sat naked only a few feet away, keeping the now-conscious Jill quiet while gently masturbating her.

Snapping out of her daze, Brittany came to a heart-stopping discovery: her feet were free.

Tony hadn't re-restrained her ankles. She could get up! Tony was on the opposite side of the mattress and Leo wouldn't be able to get out from under Jill to stop her. Hell, if she saw that Brittany was making a break for it, she might trip up their captors on the way by. What would she do at the top of the stairs, though? ...She would run. She would find her way out or be caught in the process. The latter was a grim outcome she could deal with later. She rubbed her feet together. Yes, she'd get to the top of the stairs and just follow paths until one of them took her outside. Her legs were getting antsy; she had that creepy-crawly feeling all up and down her calves and thighs. Just as she was going to spring up, however, Brittany looked over at Jill. Her eyes were wide with shock; when she wasn't looking up at Brittany in a desperate plead for help, she was looking down at Leo's hand on her semen-slicked slit.

The sight froze her in place for too long. The mattress shifted, and she heard Tony's voice: "Get over here..."

Tony grabbed Brittany's forearm and tugged her over. Squealing, she fell to the mattress beside him. How could she have missed another opportunity? She could have been sprinting up the stairs and maybe even outside right then, but was instead being situated so that her head was on Tony's stomach, her face settle against the tangled black hair of his six-pack. Brittany was left nose-to-nose with the one-eyed beast. The oozing slit glared at her like a hungry dog drooling over a T-bone steak. On the other side of Tony's bulbous cock, Jill watched on helplessly.

There she lay, curled up next to the man who had kidnapped and sexually assaulted her, preparing to service him.

The time had come. Tony pulled the gag from Brittany's mouth, letting it hang around her neck, and pressed his palm against the back of her skull.

"Do it."

Cringing, Brittany leaned in an pecked the tip with her lips. It shuddered to life as a fresh wave of arousal coursed through the veins.

"Maybe Leo needs to take Jill for another ride," Tony hissed, leaning close to her ear.

Grimacing, Brittany parsed her lips and leaned in, taking Tony's shaft into her mouth. How could she back out now? She'd made the deal, and then she'd missed an opportunity to escape.

Tony melted onto the mattress as her lips reached the grotesque, wrinkly skin of his testicles. Brittany groaned softly, fighting the urge to gag as Tony held her head on his dick.

Then, he released her. Brittany eased back, until her lips met the mushrood head, and forced herself to keep her lips tight as she leaned back in.

She was sucking his cock!

Brittany could hardly believe that any of this was real. Tony lay sprawled across the mattress, his thighs splayed wide, letting his hostage suck his cock--after abducting and raping her! Worse yet, Jill lay a few feet away, watching the whole thing; Leo seemed to find the violation very arousing.

Leo's hand never left the back of Brittany's head. He guided her up and down, occasionally stroking his hair with the backs of his fingers.

The taste was despicable--the bland, bitter taste of male genitalia mixed with stale sweat, as well as traces of her own vagina--but the feeling was horrifying. Her lips and tongue slid over bulbous veins, often prompting a blob of precum to spurt from the tip.

Jill squirmed in Leo's grip. She mewled into his palm and gently closed her legs around his hand. A series of tremors seized Jill's body and she quaked, her face turning red. Leo remained focused on her loins, bringing her to an orgasm.

This display of Jill's body betraying her mind seemed to resonate with Tony. He tensed, his cock quivering in Brittany's mouth. Bracing his toes against the mattress, Tony leaned back and raised his butt, driving his cockhead deep into Brittany's throat.

Gurgling, Brittany struggled to maintain the fellatio. The sooner Tony ended, the better. Pubic hair grated at her cheek and Tony's fingers grew tight around the back of her neck. He pumped her face erratically, his breaths growing quick and stunted.

Tony caved. His cock popped open, spraying the back of Brittany's throat.

He was coming in her mouth!

Brittany felt like she was in hell. She had to swallow the fluid; it was being deposited directly into her stomach! She fought Tony's hand, thinking that if she could just withdraw a little bit, she could hold a little bit of it in her mouth and spit it out later.

Brittany choked down four mouthfuls of semen before Tony gave her enough slack to pull her head back. By then, the orgasm had mostly passed.

When Tony finally released her head, Brittany practically threw herself off his stomach. The side of her face was sticky with Tony's climax-induced sweat and her mouth felt absolutely filthy.

"Let's get 'em tied up," Tony suggested to Leo. "We have to go get ready."

 

[brittany_cape]

Like a piece of gum losing its flavor and being wrapped up its wrapper, Tony discarded Brittany once she lost her novelty.

While Leo retrieved a pair of blankets, Tony collected Brittany's feet and re-chained her ankles. She let him. Her mouth felt despicable, her hands felt dirty, and her crotch felt like hamburger. She was sore and exhausted. Fighting just didn't seem worthwhile.

When she and Jill were adequately restrained, the men herded them onto one mattress and lay a soft pink blanket across the other. Tony rolled her like a snowball from one edge of the blanket to the other, rolling her up in the blanket. Her head protruded from one end, her feet from the other. Her concerns for the safety of her exposed mouth went alleviated by a strip of duct tape.

Both girls were bound, gagged, and cocooned. Leo and Tony stood back to survey their work; as they did this, heavy steps came thundering down the stairs.

"The redhead gets Stanley. He'll be ready in about ten minutes. The brunette'll have to wait until tomorrow."

Brittany barely understood what was being exchanged. She was distracted by the euphoria of having some form of between her exposed flesh and her captor's eyes. The blanket was soft against her skin, too. She'd never question the protective qualities of being curled up in a blanket ever again.

Before she knew it, all three of the wardens had gone upstairs.

Brittany turned to her friend. Jill lay defeated on the adjacent mattress, bundled up in a baby-blue blanket that sharply contrasted her brilliant red hair. For a moment, Brittany had a spark of inspiration: if she could get herself turned around, she could use her toes to pull Jill's gag off, and vice-versa! Their time together might be short, but at least then they could exchange some words of consolation and encouragement.

She sat up to inspect the gag that Jill had been given. No-go. It was one of the ball-type gags, with the two straps that locked together. Brittany was ambidextrous, but getting one of those undone with her feet--even without the time constraints--now that was ridiculous.

Still, laying there in silence seemed counterproductive. Slowly, Brittany scooted her way to Jill's backside and lay down flush with her body, tucking her knees into the cup of Jill's legs and pressing her chest close to her shoulders.

Nothing needed to be said. Jill probed around for Brittany's toes and curled them with her own, and gave her a poke in the stomach with her finger.

Brittany maneuevered the side of her face to Jill's and nuzzled the hard strap of the gag, and then pressed her duct-taped lips to Jill's chin. When they pressed their cheeks together, they found the other's just as warm and moist; when they looked each other in the eye, they found the other's just as wide.

Footsteps rose to the top of the stairs. They were back.

Brittany sighed mournfully across the side of Jill's face. The air from her nostrils dislodged a stray strand of Jill's hair from the side of her eye. Jill understood.

 

[brittany_cape]

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.