They looked like a bunch of thugs on the prowl for what they could get.
And they had Maggie in their grasp. A struggling Maggie that was twisting and turning trying to get away. All to no effect. Hands digging painfully into her skin took care of that avenue of escape as two men held her and the others surrounded her.
A hand reached out, I think it was Charles', and ripped the tank top to shreds and tossed it on the floor.
A different hand worked the same magic on her satin shorts, leaving the screaming Maggie in heels only as hands took possession of tits, pussy and ass.
Wanting to know the players, I whispered in' Jason's ear, "Who is who?"
Whispering, too, he answered my question. "You know Charles and Johnny. The one attached to her left tit is Barry. He is paired with Carol who got ten today for dropping the plate in the dinning room. He takes care of the cars as mechanic and driver. The one standing back is Stan, my cook. He is Maggie's partner and knows her the best, as you can tell as he's taking his belt out of his pants. The other one is Thomas the butler, who is paired with Karen, an assistant cook for him along with Maggie."
Getting the players straight and their relationships with others in the house, I turned my attention back to the action. It was obvious, by quick glances directed in our direction, that Jason and I were seen. But no one paid us any attention as we silently watched them fling Maggie face down over the hood of the car.
Stan came up then and wrapped his belt around her wrists and tied it off, leaving all hands freed for future engagements. As two held her pressed into the car, the others began to systematically take off their clothes. Each retaining the leather belts from his pants as they smiled at her screamed words of defiance and outrage.
Maggie twisted and kicked out, catching several shins with her feet to no effect except to ‘anger' her attackers.
"The bitch is asking for it."
"Hold her still and we'll whip her defiance away damn quick."
"I get to fuck her ass first." Where some of the comments made as they arranged themselves for the engagement taking place before my excited eyes.
A second later belts were cracking into Maggie's quivering ass and legs as they held her in place atop the car. Her screams appeared realistic as hell. As did the scent that came to my nose. Scent of aroused female, accompanied by hard nipples pressed into cool metal of the car. It was obvious by observing that the struggling Maggie was having the time of her life as the belts came at her again and again.
With a wave of his hand Barry stopped the belts from landing as he positioned himself at her stripped ass and drove his cock in with one thrust. Maggie arched her back and a silent scream squeaked out of her throat, but there was no doubt in my mind that she was hotter than a firecracker. Barry jerked her back, forcing her to stand up as he drove in with savage lunges.
Getting a firm grip on her, he turned her around. Placing his thrusting ass against the car, he forced Maggie to face her other attackers and they took up the challenge.
"Whip her damned tits," came from Stan, her partner as he complied with his own words. Four belts became black and brown blurs as they followed his instructions and Barry flicked away in her ass. I couldn't help but rub my own whipped titties as the belts connected again and again against Maggie's full twisting boobies and extended nipples.
She swore. She screamed. She tried to twist away from the attacking belts. But none of her actions were fruitful, except for her obvious stimulation and theirs. The enclosed space in the garage was filled with sex smells, both male and female when Johnny did his version of stopping the action and stepping up to her.
His cock was instantly swallowed by her sucking cunt as Barry laid back on the car and let him control the motions as they pressed Maggie between their fucking bodies. Maggie's body was forced back to rest on Barry and the others took that as a signal to take charge of her tipped up breasts. Hands and mouths covered her strapped tits as her moans could no longer be construed as anything but approval at their accomplishments.
Even restricted as she was in moving, Maggie did her damnest to take the two cocks into her even deeper as her tits received avid attention from the non-fuckers present. I, too, was getting a bit of attention in that direction as Jason's hand slid to my tits and encountered nipples just as hard as Maggie's were.
Barry yelled and filled her sucking ass as his hands held her up for the others. "Thaaat's itt. Next," he said and pushed her away from his body. A second later Thomas was wedging his way up her vacated ass as Johnny took his turn leaning on the car for support.
With Maggie face down toward the car, it was time for the extras to attend her back and the sides of her thrusting ass. Belts and hands connected with all available flesh and she was off and coming again.
And thus it went. They rotated in her ass and pussy. Rotated around her body with hands and belts. There wasn't a centimeter left undamaged by the time Maggie had been fucked for a grand total of eighteen times as she was toss back and forth like so much trash from cock to cock. Nothing was used except belts, hands and mouths but by the end of two hours Maggie was one well fucked and beaten bitch.
She also won the challenge. The guys were finished in the cock department, but she still wanted more. Which I am glad to say Jason and I obliged in.
With flagging cocks, the men held her in place over the hood of the car as I got my very first taste of cum filled pussy. Not only was it cum filled, it was ring filled, too. Maggie had a ring in each vaginal lip, rings I used to hold her apart as I did my first muff diving. But not my last.
When I had had my fill of combined juices I stepped away and Jason filled her with his cock as I got my first taste of beaten titties. Another thing that was not to be my last.
Chapter 7
I must admit after that remarkable weekend at Jason's school became a very mundane thing. I faithfully trooped off to classes, took notes, filled books with facts, figures and information. But none of it meant much to me.
For some reason my entire world consisted of Jason, my relationship with him, his staff and our hopes and plans for the future. By midweek the pictures Jason had taken of me were developed and we eagerly selected the best to ship out to his family. Not only his parents, but to my surprise an aunt and uncle, too.
Asking Jason about the additional set going to his aunt and uncle, I learned a startling piece of information. His aunt and uncle own something called Chattle Castle. A highly expensive retreat that catters to the practitioners of physical pain during sex acts. He even showed me brochures that listed various rates for attendees. Rates of how much whipping tits, asses, pussies or any other part of a body, both male and female, costs.
To say that Chattle Castle captured my attention would be putting it mildly. Jason, being the understanding man that he is, told me all about it, in glowing details. After the discussion .I got a firm commitment from him that one day soon we would visit it, along with his aunt and uncle.
He said that we might even be married there, if I approved upon seeing it.
I gave it very serious consideration. After all, how many people got married in a real castle now days? A castle that catered to our style of sex? Not many, but perhaps we would. But that was in the future. We had much better things to do in the mean while.
Things like the monthly staff get-together planned for Saturday night.
I must confess to being slightly nervous as Jason led me to the dinning room Saturday night where the other female staff and I would wait for the men's arrival. It was quite an understandable reaction considering what he told me to expect.