[darkstalker]

Doug chuckles, slapping the young man on the back. “Now you’re talking, kid.” His eyes gleam darkly as he looks the girl over. She’s certainly no Fran, but he’s going to take it out on her as if she were and the girl is going to regret ever having been born. He tugs up his pants and grins. He’s going to make sure of it.

He circles around the Asian slut, rubbing his double chin, admiring the look of her, the skirt riding up her ass so nicely as it is, so round and perfect, her body leaning forward as the chains hold her skinny arms up over her head. It makes her chest seem larger and heavier than what it is and he runs his hand over one large orb, giving it a light squeeze. The woman moans, her eyes fluttering, but otherwise doesn’t wake.
“Quite the lazy bitch, isn’t she?” says Doug, looking at Dave who stares at him with a quizzical look.
“What do you mean?” he says, confused.
“I mean,” says Doug, pulling out his baton and twirling it quickly as he turns around. “We need to wake her up!”
He slams the baton hard between the girl’s legs into her crotch with a hard thump, the reaction instantaneous. As the baton slams in between her legs with a hard slap, the girl jumps, shrieking loudly, eyes widening as she jerks against her chains, biting down against the gag as she tries ineffectively to scream. She swings back and forth on the metal ropes, trying to twist her legs and shrieks loudly as she finds herself unable to close them or control their width.
He slaps the baton lightly against her large tit to gain her attention. Not enough to get the loud noise it did with his last blow, but enough to make it hurt. The girl looks up at him with pitiful eyes, tears welling up in them as she pleads for mercy. She tries to mumble something but is unable to be understood with the gag in her mouth. The drool trails down her lips beautifully down into the collar of her blouse and Doug can’t help but smile.
“You know,” he says, walking around behind her slowly, lightly tapping the baton on her exposed ass and enjoying how her body jumps at the slightest touch. “It’s rude to talk with your mouth full!”
Like with her cunt, he slams the baton against her yellow tanned backside, enjoying the sound it makes with the loud wack and the cries of pain that come from the bitch, her body swinging as she screams, jiggling back and forth on the chains. He grins, slowly trailing the baton down the side of her breast, over her legs, watching her shiver, the tears running down her cheeks, before he slams the baton against her sensitive pussy again. Just like before, she leaps around like a wounded deer but slowly settles down, urinating in her panties, the piss trailing down her legs. “Nasty,” he whispers.
“Not really that refined anymore, is she?” says Dave from behind him.
Doug turns and shakes his head. “Nah. Not really. Not when you string em’ up like this. Takes all their power and dignity away.” He lifts the girl’s chin with the baton edge so her large eyes are looking into his. “Isn’t that right you little whore?”
He watches her shiver, breathing raggedly, the sweat already beading on her forehead. She doesn’t reply, but no longer does she have the angry glare, already fearing what he’ll do to her. “You’re just a whore, aren’t you?” he growls. “A little chink bitch waiting to use and abuse any god fearing man around you. Gook slut!”
He spits in her face, dropping the baton on the floor once more and grips the front of her suit jacket in two handfuls, twisting the material in his hands before ripping it open in one quick pull. The buttons fly from her suit, skittering across the floor, revealing her beige blouse, almost transparent with that black bra beneath. It leaves little to the imagination and Doug steps back to admire the view.
“Woa,” says Dave, hands in his pockets. “Damned things look even bigger up close!”
“No kidding,” says Doug. The girl moans, twisting in her bindings as she tries uselessly to free herself. He slams the baton into her breast once more, making her groan. “Behave yourself!” he barks and the girl stares, wide eyed with fear. “We’ll get to playing with you soon enough, don’t you worry about that.”
The girl stares wide eyed, shivering, her large breasts heaving and Doug can only think of the hard on it gives him to look at her and the fear running through her body. This is how he likes her, beneath him, at his mercy. If only he could have done this to Fran.... if only...

He places his hands on her formidable breasts, squeezing them as the girl moans. Fran sure didn’t have these. Nothing like this, he thinks. No sir. It’s too bad, he thinks as he grips one breast, pinching it between his fingers where he thinks the nipple should be and twisting it so the girl is jerking her head back, screaming. No. Too bad. And too bad she isn’t here. But this bitch will do nicely in her place.

Dave watches as Doug tortures the Asian. He pities her, the pain and agony Doug is putting her through is only beginning and the man is enjoying himself. He pities her, and yet, he is enjoying himself immensely, watching this whore suffer. Knowing a woman like her would be unlikely to consider him for a date, much less a quick fuck and now knowing that it doesn’t matter. Regardless, he’s going to get that fuck, one way or another. It gives him a nice hard on, knowing this. And knowing there’s nothing the bitch can do no matter how much she pleads. Yep. Quite the hard on.
He lays back against the wall, stroking himself as Doug begins to work himself up. Doug will take her first, of course, but he’ll get his turn too. So he waits, feeling himself, enjoying watching as the girl who would be too good for him thrash around like a fish on a hook. Yep, everything is looking up tonight.

The blouse looks really nice on this gook, he thinks as he slowly strokes her breasts through the thin material, massaging them, squeezing them tightly and twisting them in opposing directions so the girl is jerking back and screaming, drool and spittle coming down over the ball gag across her chin and neck, tears running down her cheeks. Doug leans close to that long, supple neck, and bites down, feeling her squirm and tug against him. He bites hard, loving how he can feel her pulse just beneath his teeth before, holding himself there for a moment before letting go so he is able to clearly see a distinct mark on her neck. Yes, it is quite beautiful.
He looks at her and grunts. He is tiring of having this blouse in the way. Time to get rid of such inconveniences. He grips the fabric and tears it open, buttons spraying the concrete around him. The girl whines behind her gag and he simply chuckles, watching as she writhes, that nice black brazier hugging her chest so snugly, cupping and molding her chest. So warm and nice. So delectable.
He buries his face in her chest, rubbing his stubble against her skin, listening as the girl protest. Slowly, he runs his tongue over the soft flesh before leaning down and kissing her right breast tenderly and then bites down on the same spot he kissed, sinking his teeth so the girl screams. He grins as he pulls back and sees the reddening mark on her round orb.
He grips her chin, smiling down at her. “You think that hurt? Just you wait and see.”
He bends down and picks up his club, tapping it lightly against his palm. “So...” he says, a malicious playing grin across his lips. “What do you think I’m going to do with this little toy, you think?”
The girl shakes her head, the tears streaming down her eyes. If he were another sort of man, maybe it would push him towards compassion. But as is, having been stepped on for so long... well.. It has quite the opposite effect.
He brings the club down, swinging it across her chest with a shocking blow that echoes in the room. He hears Dave wince at the sound, but the girl wails, her chest reddening from the impact. He lifts her chin with the end of the club, a dark look in his eyes. “That’s just the start, bitch,” he says. “Get ready. We got more to come.”
The girl is shaking her head, pleading through her gag and this just makes him harder. He can feel his dick tenting in his pants, getting hard from the idea of hurting this girl, so he lets himself go. The baton comes down across her chest with a hard smack, again and again. First left, then right, making her luscious orbs swing within their confines, sounding loudly again and again as they are beaten by the unyielding plastic. Quickly, they begin to redden with his assaults and his dick gets all the harder as he feels himself ready to climax.
He stops after a few minutes, never having counted the blows he gave her but enjoying all the same how pink her flesh has become. He runs his baton down her stomach, feeling as she quivers, and pushes it in between the gap of her panties, pushing the garment down, and rubbing it between her pussy lips. “Think we ought to work this area too?” he says, twisting the rod back and forth.
The girl is shaking her head back and forth, eyes wide, leaning towards him, sweat pouring down her forehead. “Or should I fuck you?” he says, gripping her hair to pull her head back, looking at her. She remains silent, her large chest heaving back and forth. “Well...?” he growls, twisting the rod against her lips.
She shakes her head back and forth, trying to yell behind her gag. Doug releases her head, pulling the rod out from her panties slowly, running it up along her belly button and the flat of her stomach. “You hard nosed cunts. You really do like it the hard way. Well... I’m all too happy to oblige!”
As he lifts the baton the girl is already screaming and it just gives him such a hard on to hear her cry. The swing comes down on her hard and brutal, smacking her between her legs, jerking her body up with a wail from her lips. Doug grins, watching as her breasts swing up from the blow, her cunt sounding with a wet thud. He lifts the rod and prepares for the second swing. It’s just too enjoyable to hurt these whores.
The second blow hits with an equal result, the girl shrieking and twisting in her bonds. Then the third. The fourth and finally the fifth. As the fifth blow hits, he lets the rod linger where it is, rubbing it between her sore cunt lips, pressing it against the tender flesh. “Alright,” he says. “I’ll ask again. Do you want me to fuck you?”
She sobs, sniffling as snot plugs her nostrils, her cheeks puffing out around the gag. “Well?” he says, smacking her pussy again. She screams and nods enthusiastically, her eyes wide and pleading. He lifts her chin with the baton, grinning. “I knew we could both come to an understanding.”

“But...” he says, letting his club wander down her elegant neck and over her collar bone only to press against the Asian’s round and large breasts. “Maybe I want something else.” He grinds the rod into the large swell of her breast, twisting the plastic back and forth against her large mound. “I mean, I’ve had a pussy fuck before. But a tit fuck? From bags like these?”
He pulls back the rod and comes back around, landing a hard blow across the pair, making the woman scream against the ball gag. “I mean...” Whack! The blow swings the flesh to the left with a savage ferocity. “When was the last time...” The next to the right. “I fucked something...” Whack. “Like these!?” The blows fall twice more, the woman screaming and sobbing, twisting in her binds as she tries to free herself, body shaking and quivering, making her large bosom all the more attractive to Doug as they become more inflamed, the sweat running down their lovely form.
“And after all,” he says, trailing his hand down the length of her stomach, down to her panties, which he rips down her legs so that they can both see her sopping wet cunt with the lips hanging down, dripping from the piss. “This,” he says, tapping lightly on the edge of her cunt, making the girl wince. “Is stinking filthy!”
And he pulls back, driving the club in between her open and exposed cunt, the blow resounding in the still room. The girl jerks back, her massive bosom heaving upwards as the rod is gripped tightly for half a second by her wet cunt. “I mean...” he says, swinging the rod back between her legs so it rocks her body. “What are you doing...” The next blow hits again, making her legs jiggle and head bounce wildly. “Offering me..” Another blow comes down, the girl crying behind her gag. “This, soiled, piece, of shit!” Blow after blow comes down between her legs leaving the girl swinging on her chains, the sobbing the only sound she can utter as she hangs limply, breasts heaving.
“Well,” says Doug, admiring his work as the girl shivers and pisses herself again, the stream running down her legs and spraying down across the floor in a seemingly never ending current before slowly finishing to a light trickle. Doug shakes his head and slams the head of the rod into the girl’s vagina, pushing it inwards while twisting it. “Really,” says Doug, “I don’t like whores like you. Offering me spent and dirty goods. That just doesn’t work out for me. It’s really disgusting!”
He leans forward, running his tongue over her neck, while he pushes the club into her body deeper, feeling as her body tenses, shaking, trying to expel the rod from between her legs. “Feels good, doesn’t it,” says Doug maliciously as he grinds the baton in her tight hole. “You’d like it if it were my cock in there, shoving its girth in, pushing you to the limits.”
The girl just moans, the tears and snot running down her face. He turns and pulls back, slapping the rod against her chest after ripping it out of her cunt. The girl barely reacts to the blow, hanging bow legged, trying to shut her legs ineffectively, breathing heavy with a thick rasping sound.
Doug breathes heavily himself but looks at the girl, she breathing more heavily than he, large chest sucking in breathes of air through her nose and exhaling it. He licks his lips and snaps his fingers. “Davey boy, lower the chains a bit. I’m gonna’ fuck those jugs nice and good.”

Dave nods, not fully certain wether he accepts what they are doing to this woman or wether he is more turned on by it. Part of him wanted to stop it as Doug went to town on the girl’s tits, but at the same time, he found himself rubbing one off as he watched her, just enjoying her reactions, watching as those large round tits swung from one side to the other, left and right, so hypnotic as each blow landed.
As he pulls the chain down, the long links clanging as he runs it down to lower the girl more to Doug’s reach, he thinks, actually, he doesn’t care to let her go. He does feel some remorse for her, sorta... but actually, he’s more turned on by the idea of what they can do to her and that there are no limits now, no one watching or telling them to hold back and to be honest with himself, he’s wanted to go off on one of these broads for a very, very long time.
He watches as the girl is put on her knees at Doug’s feet, the man jerking down his trousers and...
He turns away briefly. As much as the girl is turning him on, Doug is still a flabby sick sight to behold. Long butt cheeks hanging with wrinkles running across them like an old man’s sour face. Quite the turn off. But a perverse part of him still wants to look, and he watches as from the corner of his eyes, watching as the man thrust in and out from the girl’s chest, pushing his dick in and out from between her large mounds. Dave finds himself walking around so he can get a better look at the girl as Doug’s fat pecker thrust out between her tits like a shriveled worm, its head popping out and sinking back into the depths between that sweet cleavage of the woman’s large tits.
The girl is swinging her head back and forth, moaning as Doug squeezes her fat tits in his palms, the meat squashing around his member and even squashed as they are, Dave can admire just how large they are. How impressive and full. Part of him even wants to take Doug’s place, though, he thinks maybe he’ll take a pass on that now as no doubt Doug is gonna’ leave her all wet and sticky. But maybe later... It has definite possibilities and Dave finds himself rubbing his crotch once more and hoping to god that Doug finishes up soon with her so he can have his turn at her.