Part 5: The End Of The Beginning

A choked gasp interrupted their chat as Mousy went through another shift change. She was visibly slowing down now, and probably wouldn't be around much longer. A pity, that. They'd got quite a bit of value out of her in the end. The sound brought a little life back to his cock and he got up again. "Dangerous or not, I'm going to take a closer look at her work", he announced and headed back to the posts. Beachball's squeals had reached a whole new level as one of the men, unwilling to make do with sloppy seconds, decided to take her asshole for a ride. As he approached Cal and her toys, he saw Red look over at her neighbor in horror and the certain knowledge of what was going to come next for her. And sure enough the guard fucking her, not wanting to be outdone, slipped out of her cunt and rammed his tool into her backdoor. That certainly brought her back to life and she screamed and bucked as she was deflowered all over again. By the time Vorden had reached Ice's post, he was rock-hard again.

Cal was breathing heavily, obviously close to her own climax. Her fingers danced over her clit and into her folds, faster and faster, while Ice was edged to another near-climax by the skilled tongue of her toygirl. A few seconds later, Cal erupted with a howl of pleasure, dropping to her knees as the aftershocks rocked her body, and on her unspoken order the slave stopped licking immediately. Ice twisted and moaned in frustration and shame, tears running over her face while she desperately tried to grind her legs together to still get off, but it was to no avail. She slumped down, a look of utter defeat and shame at her body's betrayal on her face.

"Oooh, that hit the spot", Calpurnia said cheerfully. "I told you the new pet was shaping up nicely, didn't I?"
"Quite", he said. "How'd she get that good so quickly?"
"Oh, she knew that if she'd sent the bitch over the edge once I'd have turned her little friend on at full power and left it running until the batteries gave out", she said. "And she knows that's no empty threat…don't you, pet?" she asked the trembling slave, who nodded fearfully.

"You, my dear, have a rare and valuable gift", Vorden said. "But now I'm wondering…are you done with her?", he continued while pointing at Ice.
"Up for another go? At your age?", she responded with a laugh. "Be my guest. I even left her cherry whole for you." She bent down and cut the tall blonde's legs free again.
"Quite courteous", he said, and got in position. No need for any lube with this one. Between the slave's saliva and her own juices she was practically overflowing. He grabbed her ass to lift her into position and felt her tense under his hands. "That's right, bitch", he said to her, "party time." Even as he said it, he realized how corny it was…good thing Ice couldn't understand a word of it. Cal on the other hand was clearly trying hard not to giggle.

Putting that out of his mind, he slipped in. He felt her cherry give way and Ice began to convulse…
But not in pain, he suddenly realized. The bitch was coming, and coming hard from the looks of it.

Next to him, Cal howled with laughter, but he didn't pay her much attention. He was getting the ride of a lifetime. While Ice's conscious mind probably still realized that she was being raped, her instincts had taken over her body and she wrapped her legs around him even more passionately than Mousy had done for Kamal. He started fucking her, and she fucked right back, her cunt muscles clamping down on his cock like a silky vise. It took him quite a bit longer to finish this time, and she came about half a dozen times before he did. Around him, cunts and assholes were getting pounded, but he was only half aware of that through the massive climax building up in his balls.

With a roar, he came deep in her, and he'd be damned if that hadn't set off her biggest orgasm yet. It took her almost a minute to settle down, while Vorden's slave handed him a towel and cleaned his cock off again. As something resembling awareness returned to the blonde bitch's eyes, he leaned in close and, through his translator, told her "You enjoyed that, bitch. Guess you were born to be fucked". Ice looked up in shock, then shame…and then she broke down in tears, great sobs wracking her body.

Vorden stepped away and took in the scene. Red had fallen completely silent and was almost catatonic as yet another one of his people pounded her cunt again. Beachball hung limp in her ropes, too exhausted and broken to do more than grunt as a guard whipped her tits with a handy switch. Scar and Flappy were still making quite a bit of noise but that was dying down too. And speaking of dying…

To a chorus of cheers, the last man pulled out of Mousy's abused cunt and she hung freely again. She tried to lift up her legs again, to reach for yet another lover to keep death at bay, but nobody stepped forward. There were a few more half-hearted kicks, somebody yelled out "Make a wish!" and got a round of laughter, and Vorden knew it was almost over. She twitched and spasmed at the end of her rope, twisting around while making odd gurgling noises and then, with one last violent convulsion, it was over.

"A round of applause for Mousy", he called out. "And remember, she got off easy!"
And that was true, he reflected. Truth be told, he'd picked Mousy's death as something of a reward for snitching on the runaways.
Those five were in for something a lot nastier. Old-fashioned, as Cal had put it. He switched the image display in his tac-shades to show the main square of the compound, where Sudo was putting the finishing touches on her design.
Five wooden crosses were lying on the ground, waiting for some decoration.