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Missy On A Mission
(Lucy)

Tom got up again and came towards me. "Looks nice," he said after he had taken a look at my ass. "It will be one helluva fuck if we take you from behind." He slapped my ass and I cried again. "Do you want us to take your filthy cunt from behind?"

	"Yes."

	"Say it!"

	"Please take my filthy cunt from behind." I was still sobbing; the pain in my ass was still extreme.

	"Thattagirl." He motioned to Terry who used a lever to lower me. Once I stood spread-eagled on the floor again Tom removed the bar between my feet. Then he unlocked the chain from the cuff on my left wrist, but left the other in place. Finally he handed me a large open Yale lock. "Now go to your bed, lock the chain to the ring, present your ass and beg us again."

	I slowly walked towards the stained, smelly mattress, knelt down, put the lock through the chain and the ring in the wall and snapped it shut. I had already made up my mind. I wouldn't put up a fight from now on. After all, my job wasn't to be smart or clever or pull some stunt, my job was simply to find Julie and bring her back to her father, hopefully along with many other of their victims. And to achieve that, I needed to stay alert and awake. And most of all, I needed to stay alive. Getting my ass whipped just because of pride or, even worse, because I was stupid, wouldn't help me to achieve anything at all.

	And so I spread my legs, arched my back, thrust out my aching ass and looked at them over my shoulder. "Please fuck me," I begged, and made it sound as wanton as I could. "Please fuck my filthy cunt."

	Tom was the first to come and fuck my filthy cunt and by the time he was done I was sobbing again. My ass hurt incredibly every time he slammed his dick into me, and he slammed his dick into me many times and he did it forcefully. In the beginning I cried out with pain with every of his thrust, but after a while I just whimpered and sobbed. Tom seemed to enjoy the crying more than the whimpering and so every once in a while he slapped my ass hard, gleefully laughing when I cried out loud in pain. Unfortunately, I couldn't help it and cried every time. It just hurt, hurt, hurt so much. 

	Finally he shot his cum deep up my cunt, fucked me a couple more times, gave me a last slap, then pulled me to my knees and ordered me to lick him clean.

	"I bet you love that, you filthy whore." 

	Usually I did, but this time I didn't, really. But I couldn't help but notice that as much as I hated the pain, my cunt still enjoyed the attention. It had gotten dripping wet and pulsating during the fucking, and being ordered to suck him clean and tasting both of us on his dick didn't do anything to change that.

	It's no big secret that guys love it when a girl looks up at them while they have their cock in their mouth. I figured that Tom was no exception to this rule and so I made sure to look up at him as I sucked him clean. He smiled down at me, but his eyes were cold as ice. At last he pulled out again, slapped me one more time, hard enough to send me down on the mattress, and moved away to make room for Terry. 

	It was more of the same with Terry, except that he didn't last so long. And cleaning him after he had fucked me was even less of a pleasure than it had been with Tom. Cuz, quite frankly, his cock could have done with some soap and water. It was the first time since long that I actually considered spitting, but of course I didn't. I was a good girl, swallowed everything and in the end I even thanked them both, figuring that the order to remain silent didn't extend to me thanking them for a rough, painful fucking and having to suck them clean afterwards. I was right; they didn't hit me but instead grinned at me.   

	

	Tom and Terry were about to leave when I felt my stomach rumble and remembered that I was terribly hungry. My voice was low and hoarse when I called them. "Please? I'm hungry. Please?"

	"Cock ain't enough for you, bitch?" Tom laughed evilly. "Too bad," he added and followed Terry out. A moment later the room fell dark and silent again, the only sound my own whimpering as I laid on my belly, gingerly fingering my ass, feeling the swollen welts, the pain that shot through my ass when I touched one of them a bit too rough still bringing tears to my eyes. Cum oozed out of my pussy and as much as I hated to lie in this mess I couldn't be bothered to move.

	My headache made a comeback, or maybe it had just been pushed aside by the more severe pain the assholes had inflicted on my ass. I was tired, hurting and hungry. But despite the hunger I soon fell asleep, a dreamless, fitful sleep from which I was woken by a kick to my thigh.

	Terry stood beside me, looking down, his trousers open, his hard, stinking cock in his left hand, the bamboo cane in the other. Not being much of a talker he merely motioned me with his head. 

	I really like to suck cock. Love it, even, but the prospect of sucking off this stinking dick first thing in the morning or whatever time it was repulsive, to say the least. Yet I knew there was no way around it, I wasn't nowhere near ready to suffer another caning. I'd be a good girl, or what they considered to be a good girl. I'd suck them if they wanted to be sucked. I'd offer them my cunt and ass when they wanted to fuck me. I'd even beg them to do it if that was what they wanted. I'd be a good and obedient girl for a change.

	And so I groaned and winced as I slowly got up, the chain on my wrist too short to reach for his cock. It stank even worse than the last time, not to mention the taste. But I had sucked some smelling cock in my days and I knew I could pull through it without having to puke. I didn't have to, but I was close and it certainly was one of the worst blowjobs in my life. Just when I tasted Terry's precum he grabbed my hair, twisted his hand, grinning when my eyes widened with the pain. Then he began to fuck my mouth, the tip of his cock triggering my gag reflex before I was ready to take him in deep. At least he fucked me in a steady rhythm and so I was able to adjust my breathing and get used to his cock in my throat. Once again he was done rather quickly; apparently his stamina didn't match his pleasure in hurting a helpless girl, but for the time being I was totally OK with that. He shot his cum deep inside my throat and nobody had to tell me that I was expected to swallow. It's another universal whore's rule, like the one about looking at a guy when you give him head. No matter how bad the taste, no matter how much cum they shoot into you, you swallow, period. If you're good at it, you do it with a smile. I was good at it, but smiling didn't come easy. But I wasn't only a good cocksucker, I was also determined to be a good sex slave, and so I forced the corners of my mouth up as I swallowed Terry's cum. Then I licked him clean.

	"Thank you for feeding me, Terry," I finally said, again hoping that I'd be allowed to say that. My voice was scratchy and hoarse and I was longing for some water or anything else to get the vile taste of his cum out of my mouth. But I didn't get any water or anything else. All I got was a pleased grin as Terry tucked his dick in his jeans again. Then I was left alone in the dark once more.