Chapter 3
Number Eight stood in the shower cage, clearly relieved when Becca held up a pair of handcuffs. It didn’t seem like he enjoyed the cold water. He backed against the cage door and stuck his hands through the slot, waiting until the steel bracelets clicked shut around his wrists.
“Come out, you little slut,” Becca said, unlocking the door. “Why don’t you introduce yourself to my new colleague Zoe.”
“I… uh… I’m Number Eight. I’m a lawyer, and I work in mergers and acquisi–”
Becca slapped his bare ass. “I’m not interested in your life story. ‘Lawyer’ will do just fine. We all know you guys are scum.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“To the fuck room. Move it, you know the way. And shut the fuck up.”
He shuffled along, the chain of his ankle cuffs scraping over the concrete. When Zoe glanced over, she saw his cock was already swelling, engorged and straining against his gut.
On the way, Becca donned a pair of latex gloves and got an inflatable butt plug from the closet. “You always have to plug them afterwards, or they leave a trail of shit and lube.” She handed Zoe a green plastic bucket. “And that’s for you. Just in case you have to puke.”
The room was part of the admin area. The office equipment had been removed, leaving a bare, almost empty room. In the middle stood a wooden piece of furniture with two padded leather platforms, one for the knees, and one for the upper body.
“That’s the fuck bench,” Becca explained as the man knelt on the lower platform. “Or the spanking bench. Works for both.” She secured him to the bench with a number of thick leather straps, then removed the shackles and handcuffs.
“Wanna watch or do you want to give it a go?” she asked after securing wrists and ankles.
Zoe gulped. “I… uh… I think I’ll watch.”
“Suit yourself.” Becca lubed up both the man’s anus and the strap-on. “You little slut, I’m gonna pound your ass until your shit falls out.” She pushed a couple of latex-gloved fingers into his ass and turned to Zoe. “Do you do anal?”
“W-what?”
“Do you take it in the ass?”
Zoe blushed. “N-no. Never.”
“Okay, then watch and learn.” Becca added a third finger, making him grunt. “You gotta warm up their shitters. Even a butt slut like him. They sign a release, but we value repeat business.”
When Becca finally pushed the monstrous dildo home, the man winced, straining against his bonds. In awe, Zoe watched as Becca settled into a savage rhythm, driving the enormous phallus into him with deep, long strokes.
When her ex-boyfriend had brought up the topic, she had watched the occasional video online for strictly educational purposes, but could never bring herself to try it. Now she stood an arm's length from a strapped-down man who had his ass pounded by the biggest dildo she had ever seen. The tension made her nipples stiffen, and when she reached down between her legs, she found her fingers slick with wetness.
Becca peered over, then yanked the dildo out. “You’re leaking, Zoe. Don’t tell me this isn’t turning you on.” She undid the buckles of her strap-on. “Your turn. I’ll help you put it on.”
When the heavy dildo finally dangled between her legs, Zoe felt her heart racing. She stepped forward, waiting until Becca had aligned the monstrous thing with Eight’s already gaping asshole.
Becca slapped her butt. “Give it to him! Put your hands on his hips and do it!”
Tentative at first, she sunk the fake cock into the man’s asshole. There was less resistance than she expected. Unable to suppress a wide grin, she grabbed his hips for leverage and slammed the dildo home, burying it to the hilt.
“Yes!” she heard Becca from behind. “That’s what I’m talking about! Wreck that slut!”
Number Eight grunted, but didn’t seem to mind. She kept going for a while, buggering the tied-down man with gusto. After fifteen minutes of vigorous pounding, she glanced down at the dildo and froze.
Eww!
She cleared her throat. “Uh, Becca…”
Becca strode over and had one short look at the dildo. “Well, that happens when you fuck an ass. Sooner or later, you’ll get shit on it.”
“W-what do I do now?”
“What do you mean? Keep fucking.”
Zoe fought a sudden wave of nausea. “B-but, it’s… dirty.”
“Of course it is. It’s shit. You can have him clean it if you want.” She smacked the man’s buttock. “Right slut? You’re gonna suck it clean?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“You heard him,” Becca said, dragging Zoe in front of the man. With her gloved hand, Becca lifted the shit-streaked dildo to his mouth.
Unbelieving, Zoe watched him suck eagerly on the large, soiled thing without showing even a hint of disgust. The bile was rising in her throat, beyond the point of no return, but Becca was faster, handing her the bucket.
She grinned. “I puked a lot the first couple of days.” She reached for the bottle of lube. “Stick it back in the ass. There’s gonna be a lot more shit, but the sooner you get used to it, the better.”
The dildo didn’t get any cleaner. A bit green around her nose, Zoe kept going until Becca finally called it a day.
“See,” said Becca, pushing her gloved hand into his ass, “no resistance. That’s why we need this.”
She inserted the plug, pumping it up inside the man’s rectum. When he protested, she gave it another half dozen pumps. Handcuffed and shackled, with the hose of the plug dangling between his legs, they escorted him back to his cell.
Chained to the back wall by his collar, shackles and handcuffs removed, he knelt on the floor. When Becca deflated the plug, a disgusting mix of lube and excrement fell from his gaping ass, almost making Zoe throw up again.
He stood, his cock hard again. "Two hundred for a blowjob, ma’am.”
Becca tapped a few buttons on her phone. “Blowjob for two hundred,” she mumbled, then turned to Zoe. “Do you wanna do it? It’s good money.”
“N-no thanks.”
“Suit yourself.” Becca sank to her knees in front of the man, just inches from the filthy brown puddle. “All right, Eight, let’s suck that ridiculous excuse for a dick. And don’t you dare come until I give you permission.”