Survival - By Thunder
Chapter Seven

Vicky woke as the chain was being unlocked from the wall.  She blinked the haze away to try and focus her eyes.  She had a fitful night, full of hatred and her nerves were on edge this morning.  The guard seems to be overly rude.  She had to pee and was usually able to take care of this task before the guard arrived.  This morning, she did not wake in time and was bitter about having to perform the task under his stare and smirk. 

As she was dragged into the living space of their quarters, she was happy to see Megan being led from her room as well.  She stretched the chain leash to go to her daughter and give her a hug.  The guards snapped the chain tight and separated them.  They walked to the breakfast area without words.

When they were seated and alone, Megan burst into tears and told her mother how sorry she was.  She now realized what her mom had been put through so much for so long to keep her safe all those months.  She now had fist hand experience of what it was like to be mauled and tormented each night.  Vicky just put her fingers to Megan's lips and made a shushing sound. 

As the attendant was setting the breakfast tray down, the pot of coffee tipped and spilled over Megan and Vicky.  The hot liquid made them both jump and try to avoid contact but the chain leash prevented much movement and both women got splashed to the point of almost being scalded.  Vicky was furious and was about to lash out but the attendant had stepped back just in time.  Vicky was at the end of her tolerance.

Just then, Mistress Kim came prancing in, clapping her hands and ordering the attendant away.  As she approached Vicky, something just snapped and Vicky snatched the butter knife from the tray and lunged at Mistress Kim.  In mid strike, a large hand intercepted her hand and it froze against the strong grasp.  The ever present thug had stopped what Vicky hoped would be a blow to the throat of the little evil bitch. 

With mouth open in astonishment and face red as a crimson flower, Mistress Kim hissed between clenched teeth. "You pay missy, you pay".

The thug threw Vicky to the floor and she was grabbed by two guards.  Her chain was undone and her robe torn from her body.  She was cuffed behind her back and dragged by the hair down a dark corridor.  As she was being tossed onto a grungy cot, she recognized the holding cell she was placed in when she first arrived.

She lay there quietly, weeping, tense with worry of the retribution she would suffer.  All day she lay there, no one came to check on her.  Not even the guard that normally walked the cat walk was present.  She was left to her own terrible thoughts.

After a length of time she could not judge, two guards entered her cell.  With her hands cuffed as they had been all day, she was unable to struggle as they forced her to stand.  Normally the guards did not molest her or Megan, but these guards were all over her body.  They were very rough and seemed to have no regard to possibly bruising or chaffing her pale skin.  One guard produced a metal ring with a leather thong tied to each side.  Her mouth was forced open with no regard to how far she had to stretch her jaw.  She tried to assist by opening wide but the metal ring was so round it had to be forced sideways so it locked behind her upper and lower teeth.  The thong was brought behind her head and savagely tied so tight it caused her cheeks to burn.

The guards grabbed her and drug her to the stage area.  Megan was already there, hands hoisted over her head by the hoist cable.  She was naked and sobbing.  The guards drug Vicky over and hooked her hands to the second cable and she was hoisted to a level of her toes just barely touching the floor.  As she tried to glance at Megan, the curtain opened and the bright lights blinded her.

Mistress Kim pranced on stage and circled the two helpless women.  After jiggling their breasts for the entertainment of the crowd, she turned the two women so they faced each other.  The small padlocks was placed between their nipple rings as it had been done the night before.  They were now locked together, nipple to nipple. 

Vicky was suspended a slight bit higher than Megan so her breasts were being pulled down and Megan's breast were being pulled up.  At Mistress Kim's command, Vicky's cable lowered a bit and Megan's was pulled up.  Now Megan was pulling Vicky's breasts up.  Back and forth for a while, the cable made the women tug and stretch each other's breasts.  Because of the ring gag, Vicky was drooling down her own breasts and the saliva had reached her nipples.  The slick drool caused her to feel a strange sensation as Megan's nipples were puled and tugged against her own.

The thug brought out the control box for Mistress Kim.  It was now larger and had more controls on it.  With a flip of a switch, two poles ascended from the floor.  Vicky screamed through the ring gag but there was no way she could make any noise that could be understood. 

Two naked women scampered on stage and attached ankle straps to Vicky. A wide leather belt was also placed around her mid section.   A chain was run from the ankle straps up to a ring in the back of the belt.  When the chain was attached and it was released, Vicky was shocked at the effect it had on her.  She had to keep her legs bent and raise her ankles or the act of lowering her legs to the limit of the chain caused the belt to tighten around her mid section.  She was now fully suspended by her wrist cuffs.

Vicky looked at Megan and tears were streaming down her cheeks.  Vicky wanted desperately to calm Megan but could not speak because of the ring gag.  Vicky saw Megan's eyes go wide and then she knew why.  The pole she was suspended over finally raised enough to rest against her pussy lips.  The two attendants reached for Vicky's lips and spread them and the pole was in.  They did the same for Megan and now both women were impaled on their own pole.  The attendants scampered away.

The poles continued to rise until Vicky was sure it would kill her.  Megan was trying to rise on her tip toes.  Vicky felt her pole lower a bit but so did the hoist chain which seemed to keep pace with the pole.  Because her legs were bent up behind her, the hoist could actually lower her to her knees.  This caused Vicky's breasts to tug on Megan's and force Megan to squat lower taking her pole deeper and deeper as Vicky was lowered even further.   By Megan's expression, Vicky could tell Megan's pole was not being lowered.

With Vicky's breasts forcing Megan to squat hard on her own pole, Mistress Kim powered the poles to about half power.  Megan screamed at the sensation and Vicky bucked and squirmed.  Vicky could feel the evil electric prickling sensation on her clit and knew Megan was getting the same treatment.

Mistress Kim turned the controls on the box and made the sensations the poles provided change and surge and torment.  Long before Vicky, Megan was tossed into orgasmic passion that was so strong, her young body shuddered.  As she was standing there shaking, Megan's pole started to drop and Vicky and her pole dropped as well.  This forced Megan to squat further and spread her legs wider to keep balance. 

Vicky was now kneeling on the floor with her pole rising and lowering in a fucking movement.  Megan was forced to squat further on her pole with her legs wide.  Vicky felt her pole hit full power and glanced at Mistress Kim to see an evil look and smirk across her face.  Megan was lost in the sensation and all of a sudden, Vicky felt a warm sensation hit her in the belly.  Megan had just squirted all over her mother.

Mistress Kim squealed with delight and the crowd roared their approval.  Buttons were pushed again and Vicky was raised in the air.  Higher and higher until she was pulling Megan's breasts forcing her daughter to stand on tip toes again.  The pole Megan was riding raised as well and continued the fucking motion but Vicky could tell the power had been lowered.  Vicky's pole went full power and she was lost to it's sensation.  In rapid succession, Vicky orgasmed over and over with the third time, squirting all over Megan. 

Mistress Kim kept lowering and raising Vicky so it forced Megan to squat or raise to keep from having the nipple rings ripped out.  Vicky was fighting to keep her ankles raised but at the point of orgasm her legs shook uncontrollable.  This tightened the belt around her waist and caused her to be unable to catch her breath.  She was panting hard and covered in more of Megan's "ejaculate" when the pole and hoist lowered her to the kneeling position on the floor allowing her to breathe again.

Vicky lost track of time but figured she and Megan had been tortured by the poles for almost an hour.  Her arms were being pulled from their sockets and her legs were cramping and forcing her to pull down and tighten the belt.  The attendants came back out and removed the chain from her ankles and allowed her to stand on very shaky legs.  The poles dropped and both mother and daughter were drenched in their own sweat and the other's "ejaculate".  Their bodies glistened in the harsh lights.

The guards came on stage and released Megan and Vicky and their breasts were unlocked.  Vicky was cuffed behind her back and was thrown into a chair. Mistress Kim walked up to Vicky, leaning forward so they were face to face.  With an evil hiss, "You pay", is all she could seem to say.  Mistress Kim had a tube of lipstick.  It was a whorish shade of red.  Vicky could feel a circle being drawn around her mouth and then colored in to a form a wide band of garish red around her lips being held wide open by the ring.

A guard rolled up a small cage on wheels and Vicky was literally stuffed into the cramped space.  As she was being forced into the compartment, her legs were being forced into a wide V shape stretching her legs apart so far she thought her hips would dislocate.  Her knees fit into notches in the sides of the cage.   The metal bars of the front of the small cage were brought down and locked into place.  This held her legs in the open position and with her hands behind her, she had to lean forward.  There was a square opening in the bars that afforded her room enough to put her face through and rest her chin on the lower edge of the square.  Her collar was then locked to the bars forcing her to stick her head out of the square.

Her cage was wheeled to the center of the stage.  Mistress Kim pranced out on stage with the microphone and was chattering over the PA.  The crowd responded as usual.  Vicky knew what was happening as soon as the first group of men formed, waving wads of money.  She knew her mouth had been painted like a target.

Vicky lost count but thought there were at least 20 men lined up just out her eyesight.  In horror, she realized Megan was forced to kneel next to the cage so she could see.  A naked woman in heels came scampering on stage and took up a position on the other side of the cage.  The man at the head of the line sauntered up to stand in front of the cage and waved back at the crowd.  He unzipped his fly and took out his penis.  The naked woman at the side of the cage came forward and stared masturbating the man. 

Megan screwed up her face in a grimace and Mistress Kim whacked her across the ass with a large wooded paddle.  The smack resounded off the walls it was so strong.  Mistress Kim screamed at the top of her little lungs "Watch".

Megan whimpered but kept her eyes glued on her mother's wide open mouth.  The man being jerked off, bucked and moaned and the attendant directed the load to the bulls eye.  Vicky gagged as it hit squarely into the back of her throat.  The sensation brought tears to her eyes.

The woman attendant left with the first man and a second man appeared and unzipped his fly.  Mistress Kim grabbed Megan by the hair and dragged her next to the man.  "You do, you miss, you get this" and she waved the paddle in the air and brought a thunder clap swat down across Megan's ass cheeks.  Megan closed her eyes and grabbed the man's penis. 

Having never held a penis before, she didn't know what she was doing and was fumbling quite badly.  The man was getting rude and Mistress Kim whacked Megan again and motioned for the attendant to come back out.  "Watch", Mistress Kim screamed at Megan.  This time, Megan was riveted on what the attendant was doing.  As the man gave signs of being ready to unload, the attendant jerked and aimed the best she could.  This time, the man was moving about so much, the attendant's aim was not so perfect and Vicky got an eye full of cum.

The attendant left with the second man and a third man appeared.  Whack went the paddle across Megan's ass and again, "You do, no miss" came hissing out of Mistress Kim.  Megan grabbed the penis and this time had a little more idea of what to do.  With a little difficulty, she brought the man to the point of no return and missed the target completely.  The load landed low and ran down Vicky's right breast.  The paddle whistled through the air and WHACK.  "NO MISS" Mistress Kim screamed.

A fourth man appeared and Megan set to the task.  This one hit its mark dead center and Vicky gagged again.  The thick slime ran down the back of her throat and there was no way for Vicky to close her jaw enough to contract her throat.  She winced as it slid down.
"GOOOOOOD" Screamed the evil bitch.

A fifth man approached and Megan looked at the long line yet to follow.  She looked at her mother and wanted to speak but was afraid to utter a sound.  She grabbed the man's penis and jerked and stroked and again, the load found it's mark and Vicky gurgled.

During the long procession, Megan missed enough times that Vicky's face and breasts were covered with thick cum.  As the line dwindled down, Megan tried harder and harder to hit the target of her mothers wide open mouth because the whacks with the paddle were getting more and more sever.   She was sobbing out of frustration because there was nothing she could do but follow orders and drown her mother in cum.

When the last man had hit the target and made Vicky want to vomit, the thug grabbed Megan and cuffed her hands behind her.  Megan was forced to her knees so she was almost face to face with Vicky, only inches away.  The thug unzipped his fly and hauled out his heavy thick penis.  He grabbed his cock in one hand and a big hunk of Megan's hair and forced his cock in the young girls mouth.  Vicky screamed and fought in her helpless position in the cage.  The thug brutally mouth fucked Megan while the young girl gasped for air and struggled.  The thug pumped and pumped and just as his strokes were more rapid and urgent, he pulled his cock out of Megan's mouth and directed his monstrous load down the back of Vicky's open throat.

Vicky fought for air as the slime oozed down.  She gagged and coughed and spewed some of the load up her nose.  As she opened her eyes, Mistress Kim was face to face with her.  "You no like", she hissed and turned to the crowd. 

Megan was blindfolded and with her hands still cuffed behind her, she was tossed to the crowd.  Vicky was screaming through the ring gag as her cage was being wheeled off the stage.  Still screaming, she was wheeled back to her cell and the cage centered in the room.  Mistress Kim came in behind the guards and produced a large vibrator.  She held up the four batteries that it held and said, "You pay missy, these fresh".  She dropped the batteries in the vibrator, switched it on and rammed it between Vicky's helplessly spread legs.  The sensation caused Vicky to squirm uncontrollably.  "We see how much fight you have left tomorrow" snickered the evil bitch and Vicky was left alone.

Vicky wailed through the gag and tears streamed.  Poor Megan she thought, alone with those animals in the crowd.  Some how, some way, she knew in her heart, the evil bitch would pay for this with her life.

The horrible vibrator just buzzed and buzzed, never changing tempo.  Just a nagging sensation, strong enough to focus Vicky's attention to her crotch.  The slime in her mouth and throat was now starting to dry and cake.  She could feel the tightness of the goo that had dried on her breasts and face.  The ring gag was now almost unbearable.  Her jaw felt as if is had been dislocated.

She realized she had to pee.  "Oh god, no way", she thought.  Her legs being held wide apart and the damn vibrator, she was unable to hold it and released her bladder.  Her pee trickled at first because of the vibration and then flooded the bottom of her cage.  There she sat, legs wide apart, the vibrator sloshing in the puddle of pee, helpless and alone with her own thoughts.

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