Jody

JODY

This is for all of those who have been fucked over and fucked up by a cheating, bitchy blonde whore whose name starts with J.  Of course any names in this story resembling any persons living, dead, buried in my back yard, and/or chained to my bedpost are purely coincidental.  You may read what follows only if you are over the age of 18 and extremely unlikely to be influenced to do something bad by reading a work of fiction.  Credit must be given to the author Faibhar as a scene in his story “Arria” and a long forgotten memory induced by sex deprivation were the twin catalysts for the sick perverted shit that follows.

"There she is, men. Your reward”, I said.  Jody tensed as she heard my voice.  She did not, as yet, recognize me.  The naked blonde girl lay on the cement floor, her neck fastened by a long chain to a ring set in the wall.  We all noticed how her hair fell almost to her perfectly shaped ass as she struggled to her knees before us.  The Six of us surrounded her.

I reached out and fastened a hand on her right boob which was every bit as firm and luscious as I remembered.

You'll all get to sample her, but first, I propose a toast!"

I filled a glass and put it in Jody's hand. She listened as I looked deeply into her eyes, where I saw a slow, growing recognition and realization at her predicament as her eyes clouded over with terror.  She of course understood from the second she saw us that she would have to please us, after all she was a woman, but what was more, as I was talking she realized who I was, remembered how we were going to get married, remembered how I caught her in bed, on top of my friend bouncing up and down on him.  I smiled when I saw she remembered how she gleefully testified against me at that “domestic assault” trial.  I smiled back grimly, savoring the memory and her growing terror.

But that was back on Earth.  Suffice to say that I was brought to Gor several years ago as a fighting slave and quickly won my freedom by freeing the city of Tarnard from a wicked King.  When we stormed the castle we did not dream we would find the communications room or the spaceship capsules.  The best we could tell was they were powered by some sort of anti-gravity shield because when you turned a certain switch, they shot straight into the air at near terminal velocity without any apparent rocket thrust.  Myself and 2 of my men were on the test flight after we wrecked 2 of the capsules indoors. We reached orbit in just a couple of minutes.  Jaran was the first to spot the huge alien spacecraft and was pointing it out to us when some type of automated program took over.  We actually flew inside the spacecraft and could hear the clanking of bolts and the hissing of air.  But perhaps I am getting off track.  It is enough to know that alien smugglers have been stealing Earth girls and selling them on the primitive but pristine planet of Gor. There they bring a good price.  After we made contact, we figured out the communication equipment enough to actually request an individual girl be brought to us and our benefactors were happy to take payment in gold and Uranium.  Gold we found aplenty in the castle but Uranium was a problem.  Luckily I was from Earth (none of my men had any idea what the aliens were jabbering about) and was able to deduce that Tarnard’s gold mines sit right next to a huge Uranium deposit.  The new shaft had only been operating for a couple of years.  I assured him my group would keep supplying the “dark rocks.”  The aliens did not seem to care what faction of humans they were dealing with so long as they got there Gold and Dark Rocks so we just continued the old deal.  And that is how, in the second shipment, I included Jody, my bitchy, cheating ex-girlfriend!

As she kneeled in growing terror and confusion, I thought of the many times we had made love. How her full red lips and tongue tasted.  I caught her eye and saw the hope and the fear.  She recognized me now.  I smiled and reached forward, drawing her to her feet.  Then I gently took her into my arms. She melted, pressing her body against mine, her liquid lips joining me in a deep passionate kiss.  So many times over the last many years I had lay in the dark imagining the taste of that mouth.  Imagined feeling her warm tongue slide over mine again.  While we kissed I reached down and touched her pussy.  Jody pulled back almost as if I had shocked her, and indeed I probably had.  Her pussy was wet.  She tried to break the kiss, protesting into my mouth as I wrapped her hair tightly in my left hand and held her in place, slobbering into her mouth as she struggled.  With my right hand I worked my middle finger into her pussy while she squirmed and screamed into my mouth.  Then I pulled back.  She looked at me, breathless.  Without warning I cuffed her, dropping her to the floor.

Hands grabbed her by the legs while a key appeared from nowhere freeing her neck from the chain. My men dragged her to a mat on the other side of the room.

I went first, humping her on the floor as she wrapped her legs around me tightly and cooperated, grinding her hips into new just like old times.  Perhaps she thought I would remember only the good times and forget about my plan for revenge.

I came deep inside her and I think she came too.  Filthy slut.  I wonder if any of my men would also make her cum.  Probably.

As I stood up she reached for me pleadingly but was suddenly surrounded by even more horny men than that slut could handle.

The next man took his place between her legs and put his cock inside her.  This time Jody struggled but the man on top of her was not going anywhere until he shot a hot stream of spooj into her fetid little hole.

And so it went until all 6 of us had cum and relieved the intial tension.  Now the real fun would begin.

"Let's get her on her hands and knees."

The men laughed. Hands stroked her back and buttocks as fingers penetrated her.  They turned her over and suddenly another penis was deep inside her from behind while she kneeled on her knees and elbows. 

Another man grabbed her long blonde hair and pulled up her head, forcing her up from her elbows to her hands. The first man continued to pinch, slap, and bruise her butt and hips while he drilled his cock inside her from behind.  The second man waited patiently for her to cry out in pain before he shoved himself inside her mouth. 

After a couple slaps to the face, she dutifully cooperated, opened her mouth and started to use her lips and tongue on his shaft. She sucked on it until it came deep in her throat.  Gobs of slick hot sperm choked her.  While she was still choking violently the man in her pussy came and was quickly replaced by another man.  Before she could recover, another cock took its place in her mouth. She was soon rocking back and forth in rhythm with thrusts from the front of her and her rear.

After all the men had cum in her mouth and pussy, Jody lay sprawled on the floor on her side, exhausted.  My hard on was raging as I told my ex-girlfriend to get back on her knees and put her face to the floor with her hands behind her neck.  This was a common position for a punishment rape.  She was covered in sweat and looked at me, beaten, tears running down her face.  Oh how I relished that moment!  My ex-girlfriend saw my smile and took the position I ordered.  She must have known what I was going to do because this position spread her butt cheeks yet she did not protest as I approached her from behind so I penetrated her tiny, butthole, lubricated with only dripping cum, with one hard thrust.  The girl suddenly reared up and cried out in pain.

”Ahhh, oh please Donald, why are you doing this.”

I thrust particularly hard, burying my cock all the way up my ex-girlfriends butt and slapped her hard on the already reddened cheek. 

“My name is MASTER to you now, SLAVE!  Filthy fucking plaything.  This is what you wanted isn’t it?  Isn’t IT!

Before she could answer I grabbed her around the throat with my fingers, choking her, pulling her back onto my cock and forcing it as deep into her bowels as it could go.  Her spasms felt incredible and I could not help but cum after just a few seconds.

The next man took his place behind her, my cum serving as an easy lubricant he thrust into Jody and was buried up her butt suddenly without warning.  She gasped and cried out.

“Oh no, oww.  Please stop.  Please no more.”

She was starting to give me a headache. 

“Gag the slave.”  As her latest rapist continued to pound into her asshole, another one of my men shoved a dirty undergarment into her mouth and taped it in place.

After that, the procession of men continued more or less in silence except for some grunts, moans of pleasure, and muted screams of pain from the kneeling, gagged Fuckhole.

In all Jody was raped orally and anally 6 times each- we made sure to give her a load in her ass and a load in her mouth, while her well used little box was fucked once by me and 9 more times (that I counted) by my horny men.

After 21 rapes, Jody lay on the floor in a fetal position, rocking back and forth.  We had been quite rough with her but she was not nearly as exhausted as I had expected.  Well this would get interesting.

I looked at the pretty, well-fucked slut crying on the floor and decided it was time for the punishment.  The rapes were what the filthy slut wanted.  I planned to keep her for my own uses and I needed to break her of this slutting around habit. 

I guess I thought of these rapes sort of like when a dad makes his kid smoke a bunch of cigarettes and get sick to teach him a lesson not to smoke.  Well my hole got all the cock she could handle for a while I will say!

Now it was time for her punishment for cheating on me and for being a filthy, dirty fuckhole.  I picked her up by the hair and slapped her face.  I cuffed her three times, front and back then front again with my free hand and let her fall to the floor calling her a cunt, filthy slut and a dirty fuckhole to punctuate each blow.  Then I let her drop to the floor.

“Take the whore outside.  I don’t want her messing on my floor.”

The men were getting in on the fun.  Jody was kicked, slapped, and punched all the way down the hall and out into the courtyard.

In the pale light from the moon, water trickled from an elaborate fountain.  The girl lay sprawled on the grass, bleeding from the lip and eye, cowering as the men surrounding her slapped and punched her at will.

"Wait before you strike her face anymore. I have another idea."

Her eyes fixated on the dark coils of the whip held in my hand.  I held a common Gorean slave whip.  It had a firm polished handle about 1 ½ feet long holding 5 smooth blades, rather like heavy leather belts.  Each of them was almost ½ inch thick, 2-3 inches wide and slightly more than 2 ½ feet long.  It was an efficient instrument for disciplining women and would cause enormous pain but it would not cut the skin.  That would come later, after her skin was properly prepared.

I announced in a loud voice to my drunken men and the slave. 

"We are going to play the whipping game.  The slave will crawl around that tree over there and then back to this spot.”

I said this while tapping the ground next to Jody and pointing to the large elm tree in the front of my castle about 50 yards away or so. 

“Each man gets three swings of this whip. You are then to pass it to the next man. And so forth.  If you stop the slave from crawling the whole distance then you men win.  If the slave makes it back here then she wins."  All the men stepped into the moonlit garden with the others suddenly determined to master the challenge I had given them.  Jody looked up at me grunting and screaming through her gag.  I just smiled at her and approached her face, stroking it with my hand and looking deep into her eyes.

“And if she gets up off her hands and knees or tries to run, then you men will cut off her nipples.”  Jody looked at me with a mixture of horror, shock, and terror.

"Now, let the games begin."

Jody suddenly scampered as fast as she could toward the night shadows of the Tree but before she could reach her destination, a flame burst along half the length of her lower spine. Choking on the gag in her mouth, she kept crawling.

The second bolt shuddered her balance. Pain spread diagonally from just below one hipbone to the opposite upper rear thigh. Her frantic pace slowed as she righted herself and resumed crawling toward the shadows.

The third blaze of fire came cruelly from behind across her butt and across her pussy.  She rolled into the dirt howling in pain through the gag.

The merrymakers swilled more wine as the whip was passed to the next man. The fourth blaze struck her low back crossing two other hot, red, sensitized layers of crimson welts.

They cheered as the fifth strike soundly drummed her ribcage and leveled the girl. She lay sprawled across the dark lawn and took the sixth blow on her butt cheeks causing her to grind her hips into the dirt.

The next soldier quickly brought the whip down on her back, leaving more fiery lines of red.  The girl was back on her hands and knees and started to crawl again before the 8th blow struck.  The soldier was surprised at her sudden movement and actually struck a glancing blow that only left a 6-inch long welt where one of the blades wrapped around her stomach. 

The 9th blast more than made up for his miss.  Jody could not believe the pain.  The man brought the broad whip savagely across her butt- underhanded.  Of course this meant the crawling girl took most of the blow across her exposed pussy. The blades wrapped under girl, visibly lifting her up off the grass as the leather bit into her most sensitive parts.  She rolled forward and was a mere 10 yards from the tree before the officers drunkenly passed the whip to the next man.

He dropped it. The men screamed at the clumsy soldier, pouring drinks on him which delayed him even more.  By the time, laughing, he brought the whip down for the 10th blow, Jody was already to the tree.  Halfway there, or so she thought anyway.  The soldier quickly struck 2 more times seeming to turn her entire back scarlet as she crawled around the tree to head for where I was standing and what she believed represented safety.

The next soldier struck 2 hard blows on top of the crawling slave and flattened her with the 3rd blow.  Jody almost rolled over as the powerful blow blasted into her rib cage and wrapped around her tits.

The soldiers were getting into the rhythm now.  The 16th and 17th blasts of fire hit the girl full on the front of her body as she lay on her back cowering.  Wisely she rolled over and resumed crawling, the 18th blow falling on her welted, deep red lower back.  Three-quarters of the way back as the whip was passed again.

Jody saw the finish line now and crawled faster but the man chasing her with the whip saw it too.  He let loose with a blow of bone chilling power onto the most welted and fiery red part of the girls back and followed up quickly with 2 more as the girl continued to crawl, her arms shaking and her whole body shuddering in pain, tears soaking the ground in front of her as she continued, shakily, to crawl.

The final man tried to hit her twice with the pussy shot and missed the first time.  Jody was rolling around in agony and managed to avoid it, landing on her red butt instead.  He hit her good with the next shot though, rolling her forward to the finish line.  As she lay there panting, the man with the whip delivered his 4th shot, illegally, and directly on her exposed boobs. 

I reprimanded my man for the illegal blow and pointed out they were all failures.  They had only put 25 criss-crossing stripes across the slave before she reached the finish line.  I thought it was pretty pathetic and told my men that I thought so.  They could not even stop a pathetic crawling slave with a whip. They begged for another chance and I had to do it for their moral.  Jody lay in a fetal position crying hysterically.  She did not seem to understand what I was saying as I explained that we were going to make it 2 out of 3 so I pulled her up by the hair and slapped her face to full awareness.

“Whore, you only took 24 blows.  You think that was a whipping?  I saw a girl just like you take 1,000 lashes and the physicians almost saved her.”

Jody looked at me in horror, understanding that her punishment was not over.  Suffice to say Jody did not make it even to the tree the second time around.  My men had her on the ground cowering, rolling around, trying to fend off the blows for several minutes.  She had given up crawling for the tree and after a while she curled into a fetal position, hands desperately covering her breasts and pussy, and just passively took the blows rained upon her.  The men lost interest.  The whipping game with a fleeing prey was over.

We all poured another drink.

"Now men: I have another idea." All of them looked toward their leader's voice and stood silently for further orders. "Stand up the whore.  Here's a rope." I tossed to the nearest a lengthy rope as two others picked up the cowering female.

“Take off the gag.”  It was ripped off her face roughly and Jody spat out the dirty rags in her mouth. I gave her a long drink of water which she sucked greedily and then looked at me in gratitude.

I smiled back at her.  "Tie each wrist with one end of the rope and toss the rest over the limb of that tree."  Jody looked at me in dismay, her eyes started flooding with tears, rolling down her face.

She felt her tied wrists tied separately and spread widely as they were raised high over her head. Limbs stretched. Tips of her big toes scratched for the grass. Her head pounded. She faced the men standing in front of her.  They grinned, inches from her tormented face.  Above the pine branch creaked. Somewhere called a night owl. Shoulder blades began to burn as she was suspended barely off the ground.

“Now tie her legs apart with these ropes.  That’s it, over that branch, spread her wide.”

We were inebriated and filled more glasses of wine as the girl was stretched. Every feature shone in the moonlight. Her breasts jutted out. Pink ovals pointed skyward. Long legs, illuminated by the heavens above and soft light escaping from the interior of my house sufficiently lit up the area. Glasses were raised in a mock salute to the hanging figure, and then quaffed.

I walked around and patted Jody on the face.  She was hanging with her face slightly above mine, her ankles were spread wide by ropes that were taking much of the weight of her body while her spread wrists took the rest.  Her form was silhouetted in the moonlight, a dark red, white and gold X-Shaped hanging thing of beauty. A fuckmeat.  A vessel for my aggression and lust.

I stood on tiptoes and gently kissed my girlfriend on the lips while she trembled, hanging before me.  Then, looking into her eyes I said:

"Bring me a long whip."  

Her eyes showed her recognition at what I was about to do to her, what I should have done to her many years ago. 

We clinked glasses while awaiting the return of the bullwhip. The servant handed it to me coiled and I stood directly in front of Jody as I uncoiled it. 

She swallowed hard when the 10-foot long fearsome blade thudded as one end fell to the grass. She closed her eyes and let out an anguished cry. 

“Please no.  Oh God Donald.  How can you do this to me.  I’m sorry.  I’m sorry.  I am sorry.  I am so sorry.  Please.”

The girl continued begging, her pride a thing of the past as my men fell back to give me room.

I stood in front of her and gauged my distance. The first blow shut her up as all of us knew it would.  It was a good strike with the hard, braided whip. Such a whip could, if used properly, accelerate the tip to the speed of sound as it laid across the victim.  For the first blow I brought the 10 foot whip overhand and snapped it back so that a spot on the leather about 2 feet from the tip struck her full on the left shoulder.  Of course the remaining 2 feet of the fearsome instrument then traveled in a hyper-accelerated path across her shoulder and down her back leaving a thick, bright red line beginning at her left collar bone and running halfway down her back.  As I pulled the whip away, blood started to seep out of the wound.  My girlfriend’s voice, her insistent begging, suddenly stopped as she could not take a breath. The look of total shock on her face and the horror in her eyes was utterly priceless.

I waited for more than a minute, my men cheering the entire time, before delivering the second blow.  I waited patiently for her breathing to get back under control and her eyes to focus on mine.  Then I stepped to my left so I would have a better shot before snapping the whip in almost the exact same path across her right shoulder.

Again I waited for a long time, I wanted the whore to feel every one of those lashes on her bare skin.  When I was ready, I drove a hard shot around her waist, making the whip wrap around her lower back, well below the 2 other bleeding lines. 

Probably because I waited just a few seconds too long to deliver the 4th blow, she started struggling against her ropes and screaming “No! No! Please No!”  So I directed it at her right hip at a slightly downward angle, letting a couple feet of whip wrap right around her 2 bouncing butt cheeks and down her right thigh.  She jerked and I walked around to her rear to survey the damage, especially to her ass.  I was pleased to see that her ass could definitely take quite a few more hits.  Her back, as expected was bleeding with every blow but there were no scars, yet.  That would come when I started criss-crossing the blows.  When one fiery line intersected another there would be a very deep cut that would require several stitches.

Accordingly after walking around the squirming, crying, gasping girl I took up a position slightly behind her, some 10 feet from her left side.  After shaking out the whip and gauging my distance, I swung a 5th time, a firm forehanded blow full across her buttocks.  The whip hit her left globe and then accelerated into her right hip, laying a blazing line across the very center of her pretty butt cheeks. 

My men cheered as I laid 4 more hard ones across my girlfriends bare, bright red ass, whipping her like a disobedient child but with a much larger whip.  Six stripes now swelled and burned bright red on her ass and 3 more bleeding stripes were on her back but there was no bleeding from her ass until the 7th blow I struck from that position at her ass- the 10th overall- intersected 2 other red lines and started to drip blood in several places.

I carefully inspected the hanging slave and made my decision.  I walked back in front of her and directed a shot to the side of her left leg.  I was trying to get the whip to wrap around the front of her spread thigh, travel across her left butt cheek and continue a burning stripe right across her pussy as the whip wrapped around from underneath.  I expected the tip to land right in the bushy area of her mound but I missed.  The whip left a burning line of fire that completely surrounded her upper leg.  Whipping a slave in the thighs is considered particularly severe so I was not too disappointed with her reaction.

It took me 3 more lashes to her lower regions before I hit the difficult shot on the 15th lash but I did leave wonderful weals on her legs, ass and stomach.  That lash I am talking about hit the top of her left thigh, and wrapped around her perfectly from underneath.  A split second later, the tip crashed into her belly just above the furry protection of her mound, the whip slapping wetly into her box. The force of the collision of leather and pussy was so powerful it actually lifted the poor suspended girl even higher into the air.  She let out a wet, gurgling, heart wrenching cry of pain and then fainted away.

Jody woke up slowly.  Her eyes fluttered as I rubbed her swollen clit, moist with her seeping blood, and then she seemed to catch her breath before letting it out in an anguished moan.  My face was inches from hers.  Her eyes focused on me as she started to sob great racking cries.

“Please.  Please Donald.  Please no more,” she whispered each word punctuated by heaving sobs.

I smiled at her and stepped back, snapping the whip in a loud retort before striking the 16th blow hard at her left hip, rapping it around and leaving a dripping line of fire across her low back. 

I struck her 2 more times just like that, covering her low back with long, horizontal lines of seeping blood.

The moon completed its descent leaving only starlight and the glow from lamps lit on the other side of the colonnade. In the available light, my men continued to hoot and jeer as each lash hit the hanging female. The loudest cheers were reserved for those strikes across her flaming tits.  The heavier whip was passed among them, and each took turns between more drinking and celebration.

Finally, when her back was laying in shreds and the ground was slick with her blood I called out for my men to cease. 

Instantly the whipping stopped as my men hastened to cut her down.  Jody fell heavily on the floor in a pool of her own blood, completely unconscious.

I walked around surveying the girl thoughtfully.  She was probably going to need over 100 stitches.  I would make sure they didn’t do that until she was fully awake to feel each one.  The antiseptic they used for slaves would also provide a particularly amusing show tomorrow.  Still, even with the best medical care, Jody would have some pretty deep scars to remind her forever what being a cunt can mean. I finished my drink in one swallow, smiling broadly- and felt the slightest twitch.  I realized I wanted the scarred little slut sucking on my dick and arching her body to please me just as soon as possible.

“Call for the physician,” I said.