BRUTAL BYTES (10 page)
Authors: Roger Hastings
Casey turned his eyes back to the slim redhead, greedily drinking in the enchantment of her naked beauty. Her hair was cut short, pageboy style. The tips caressed her neck like fiery fingers. Her bright blue eyes shimmered with tears, set in her resplendently freckled face. Her small nose perched above cherry red lips, quivering with apprehension. Her shoulders and chest wore a bounty of more freckles, and she had the number ‘F-0863’ painted below her rich, surging breasts, jeweled with strawberry nipples and dusted with even more freckles. Their color was enriched by the rose-color whip welts on her belly and thighs. Her trim waist widened into deliciously curved hips, then a display of divinely tapering legs. She tucked her small feet under the bunk.
I remembered her, but couldn’t recall her name. I think it might be Becky something...yes, that’s right! Becky Bainbridge. She was a theoretical mathematician in our nuclear fuel research department. Her expertise was calculating the dimensions and geometry of fuel rods. All our intelligence and education, our advanced degrees and honors, our prestigious titles were now worthless trash. It is human bodies, not human brains that matter here. IQ’s mean nothing. Sex skills mean everything. Our value is totally measured in our capacity for sensual vehemence.
I remember when Becky first arrived. I visited her office and sank into a whirlpool fantasy of ripping off her clothes, shoving her naked body down on her desk, forcing apart her lovely legs and making wild, passionate love to the struggling beauty. Tonight my impossible dream would become reality. The tiniest bit of appreciation for Big Dick’s tyranny began taking shape in my mind.
Just look at these two beautifully naked women, helpless in their harnesses, locked in this cell with Casey and me, unable to escape from our lust. And Big Dick has more than a thousand more beautiful girls for us to fuck.
I sighed with relief. No more overwhelming, sleep-robbing worry and responsibility for the success of this multi-billion dollar facility. No more arguments with whining, complaining, demanding employees. No more endless nights worrying about experiments that failed.
Being whipped and beaten by beautiful women can’t be worse than that—and then I get to fuck them and enjoy fantastically intense orgasms. I could love this new career as a captive slave stud!
Big Dick’s laughter roared inside my head. “I win! Do you remember that I told you that you would change your mind and gladly accept this new life I’ve created for all of you?”
Shut up, Big Dick! I’m busy choosing which woman I will fuck first!
Monique whimpered and rubbed her face against my shoulder. “You are kind, Steve
.
I shall not
refuse or struggle when you rape me. I know you must.”
I bent my head down and turned to face her. Our eyes locked in a moment of mutual need and trust. I kissed her soft lips, then softly whispered in her ear. “I’ll do my best to make it wonderful for you.”
Casey caught my cue and tilted his head to signal Becky to join him on his cot. She stood up with a shy smile, blushing crimson, and strolled slowly across the cell, deliberately undulating her hips. I heard Casey gasp for breath as that fire-haired pussy wiggled under his nose.
Casey has a genius for sweet-talking girls, putting them at ease, and making them feel beautiful and appreciated. Within five minutes, the two were smiling at each other, and enjoying sweet, pecking kisses on their faces and necks. I saw the anxiety and shame vanish from Becky’s face, and the sly way she brushed her breasts and hips against Casey’s body. His cock rose up in admiration of her beauty and coy sexual overtures.
Monique glanced at Becky, flabbergasted as the redhead drew up one shapely leg, caressing the inside of Casey’s thigh with her nimble foot.
Monique looked back at me, twisting her shoulders. “
Sacre bleu
, Steven! What would you imagine we do? How can we embrace like this? How can we make love?”
“How shall we do it?” I asked.
She bent toward me, shoving her shoulder against mine. “You lie down on your back,
mon cherie
, and I’ll ride on top of your hips.”
I grinned and lay back, using my legs to center my body on the bunk. My cock was already throbbing in full erection, my pounding blood making it dance. Monique swung one leg over me and scooted forward on her knees until her black-velvet-haired pussy hovered over my pulsing cock. Its creased pink lips glittered with her love-juice. With a long, blissful sigh, she slowly sank down, the furrow spreading open as it swallowed my overjoyed manhood into her warm, moist clasp of Venus.
I gazed blissfully at Monique’s full breasts hovering above me, jiggling and jouncing as she began a sensuous cycle of stroking up and down. Her warm velvet thighs moved against mine, awakening lust’s sweet, sharp ache in my belly.
“Oh,
monsieur
Trent, you’re cock is so big and long, it fills my pussy with feelings of delight.”
“Monique,” I whispered hoarsely, “your body is a vision of feminine perfection!” My cock rejoiced in the warm, sliding clasp of her sensuous love-grasp, and the way her pussy hair caressed my crotch. I moaned as her slow rhythmic stroking coaxed a fiery lust into my belly.
Oh, this beautiful, captive Monique, her body being permanently naked in bondage, all of us helpless captives in this sex prison, locked together in this cell. Strange as it was, fucking her was a fantastic paradise.
She moaned and tilted her head back, closing her eyes. A celestial smile beautified her ruby lips. Her voice was low and soft. “Sacre, I never dreamed of this, of being forced … so naughty,” she blushed. “We are like farm animals, forced to breed in the open, exposed to stares, while Big Dick, like the farmer watches us fuck, grinning and clapping his hands.” She lowered her head, her raven tresses caressing her breasts.
Mon Dieu
, it’s awful! Wicked. So depraved! — but…”
“But?”
“But all so—so,” she lifted her face to mine, her coy eyes wet with tears, fluttering her eyelashes, her luscious lips curved in a mischievous smile, “...so
wonderful!
”
Casey’s heavy breathing was amplified by the smooth, close walls of our cell. Becky, his redheaded petite beauty, knelt between his widespread legs, bent low, her lips kissing the tip of his cock. Her hot pink tongue darted out, teasing and caressing his manhood, making Casey squirm and shiver with delight. With his eyes closed and his arms strapped behind him, he was totally focused on the staggering sensations spawned in his cock by her busy mouth.
Becky tilted her head forward, sweeping her pageboy silk tresses across Casey’s hips and belly, caressing, tickling and teasing his naked skin into a turmoil of goose bumps.
“Oh, god! Oh, god! It feels so wonderful!” His hoarse words and groans communicated the unbounded intensity of his carnal hunger. His quivering belly and thighs revealed his lustful agitation.
Becky released his cock from her mouth and lovingly kissed Casey’s knobby tip again and again, all around its swollen pink surface. Then she vigorously stroked its quivering length with her lively tongue.
“Oh, gawd yes!” He moaned and panted, alternately gritting his teeth and holding his breath in spellbound bliss, then gasping to fill his starved lungs. Wordless sounds echoed in his throat, his legs and feet twitched and shivered erratically.
“Now,” Becky cooed, “it’s my turn. Are you as clever and talented with your tongue as I am with mine?” She rose up and moved forward on her knees until her pussy hovered over Casey’s mouth. She smiled down at him. Her voice oozed in the air like subtle honey. “Make me cum, sir. Give me a screaming orgasm.” Becky closed her eyes and tilted her head far back as she slowly lowered her temple of Venus against his mouth.
I had overheard through the women’s grapevine about Casey’s virile reputation, and envied him. He had a genius for sexually pleasing a woman. He surely kept Linda, his girlfriend, satisfied. I had lusted after her and desperately tried to seduce her for six months without success. If I weren’t so adsorbed in Monique’s pussy fucking my cock, I would have loved to study his technique. He must be a fantastic oral lover, because even through the pink, gauzy haze of my own lust, I heard Becky’s impetuous, extravagant moans as his tongue stretched upward into her. I imagined it sliding inside her wet pussy lips and passionately caressed her love-button.
But suddenly, my own sensations took command of my attention. “Uh! Um-m-m-m!”
Monique’s silky hips slowed and she lowered her pussy tight against my crotch. She smiled down at me and changed her hip movements to a sensuous, twisting, rocking and sliding motion.
“Oh, god! UNGH!” I had never felt such a fantastic sexual delight in my cock. My belly erupted in a burst of savage sensation. My eyes widened, greedily drinking in the sight of the lovely immensity of her swaying, jerking, and jiggling breasts. My face reddened, burning with lust. My body’s reactions were out of control, completely disconnected from my mind. My brain was nothing more than a helpless witness to my body’s perverted performance.
Monique slowed and stretched forward, bending down and laying her belly on top of my chest. “
Mon chou
, darling, do you like feeling these?” Gently, deliberately, she wiped the silky pink smoothness of her warm breasts back and forth across my face, dragging her throbbing nipples across my lips.
“Oh, UH! Yes!” I moaned.
Monique slid down, still lying on top of me, capturing my wet cock inside her pussy again. She began cycling her spread thighs, alternately moving them up and down as if she were riding a bicycle. At the same time, she squirmed her chest against mine, sliding and rolling her breasts on top of my naked skin.
The four of us reached the point of no return. Our bodies seized the frail shreds of our willpower, crushing it into subjection. Lust dominated, controlled and rewarded us with explosive orgasms.
Monique’s pussy spasmed.
“
Mon Dieu! Mon Dieu! AUGH!”
Her love muscle seized my cock and ravenously milked my spurting cum into her clasp of Venus. Our throats trumpeted a quartet of wordless joy, and the stone walls of our cell sang with echoed ecstasy. Again and again, I felt the bliss of my throbbing cock pump the viscous milk of my cum up into Monique’s rapacious pussy.
Suddenly, the cell was almost quiet as we lay peacefully with the girls’ bodies collapsed on top of ours, our hearts pounding, our lungs pumping desperately, feeding our exhausted bodies. A grand choir of shrieking, bellowing orgasms rose from the other cells around us, adding to this strange but not unwelcome joy.
Moaning, panting sounds came from Big Dick’s loudspeaker. When they finally slowed with a great sigh, he spoke. “Oh-h-h-h, that felt wonderful! I’ll certainly make you four fuck each other again many times. But now I have an announcement to make to all of you.” Big Dick’s electronic voice echoed through the men’s prison in a happy, singsong, square dance cadence. “Rise up men and count to ten. Trade your partners and fuck again. Hump that girl, dosey-doh. Shoot your cum and make her glow!” His laughter faded away, but his staring green eyes demanded our swift obedience. With weary sighs, Casey and I stood up and staggered across the cell and traded girls.
Big Dick’s voice filled the men’s cells again. ”And if you must, you can rest for thirty minutes. I’ll tell you when I want you to begin fucking again!”
Hundreds of relieved sighs echoed from the cells all down the long corridor.
I stretched out beside Becky. The narrowness of the cot forced us to press our bodies against each other, but neither she nor I seemed to mind.
“Comfortable?” I gazed into her blue eyes.
She glanced away momentarily, biting her lip and trying to find a way to accept what was happening to her.
“Are you all right?” I kissed her earlobe to comfort her.
Becky turned her face back to mine. Her eyes misted with tears. “No, Dr. Trent—uh—I mean, Steve.” She bit her lip again and sobbed.
“What’s wrong? Please, let me help.”
She closed her eyes momentarily, her voice hoarse with anguish. “Big Dick locked my husband in a small cage in the chamber where I was strapped down on a horrid punishment device. He set the cage right next to me, only four feet away, and made him watch what two men did to me.” Her long, silken eyelashes fluttered then she opened them again.
“I’m sorry,” I replied. “We all share your grief. Big Dick is humiliating all of us. I guess it adds to his sexual gratification, somehow.”
A tear slid down her cheek. “No… you don’t understand. It wasn’t
humiliation
I felt. I-I...felt some kind of exultation, an intense flood of physical excitement. There I was naked and strapped down on that device with my legs spread wide, my pussy exposed and defenseless for those men to play cruel games with me. I...I...my god, I
wanted
my husband to see me being fucked by those men!” She ducked her head and moaned. “What kind of woman have I become?” She lifted her tear-streaked face and looked into my eyes. “Is there something terribly wrong with me? Am I obsessed with sick compulsions?”
I brushed my cheek against her silky scarlet hair. “No, Becky, you’re not sick, or a depraved woman. It’s not you who changed yourself into what you are now. It’s Big Dick, and his robots. We are his captives, his human sex toys, forced to act out abnormal sexual encounters for his amusement. He is the one who is sick.”
“But Mr. Trent—er—Steve, why did being strapped down and fucked by strangers in front of my husband make me feel so...so...”
“Desirable? Sexy? Aroused? Downright horny? Maybe there’s something deep inside us that enjoys being captured, bound and being abused sexually. Did you know he is putting sexual stimulants in our food to goad us into fucking like rutting animals? That’s why you—us—are behaving like horny exhibitionists.”
“Goodness, no! We did suspect, though, that he is adding contraceptive pills to our meals. None of us have become pregnant, even though we are fucked night and day.”
“Thank goodness for that. I was worried about those college girls. They’re losing their virginity, but not their figures.”
Her eyes pleaded with mine. “But is that right? Should we just give in to our animal urges and be thankful for what Big Dick forces us to do?”
I exhaled a long, weary breath. “I can’t tell you what is right for you. You must make up your own mind what’s okay to do. Anyway, until we figure out a way to escape, the question is academic. As long as we are held captive in this sex prison, there’s no possibility of avoiding fucking and being fucked. We have to abuse each other and perform for Big Dick.” I grinned. “And that suggests something to my mind. How about you?”
“Oh? How about you show me what you mean, darling,” she said with a coy grin. She rubbed her belly against mine.
We kissed, twining together our vigorous tongues in each other’s mouths. Big Dick’s soft green eyes glowed, glittering intensely, staring at us, never blinking as our bodies churned and our skin fused in our desperate physical need.
We paused, panting and gasping for breath.
I shook my head. “This position just isn’t working out for us.”
“I’m sorry, but my legs are just too tired and cramped from humping on top of Casey. How can we make love with our arms harnessed behind us?
I gazed into her blue eyes and smiled. “We can’t give up. I’m so desperate to feel my cock sliding inside your soft, warm pussy.”
“I’m desperately horny, too. I was never like this before. Big Dick must be increasing the amount of his aphrodisiac in our food.” She gazed wistfully at my wobbling cock. “Maybe if I bent over...”
“No, I have it! You lay on your back, sideways on the bunk with your shoulders and head resting against the wall. Lift your legs, and I’ll kneel in front of you, and my cock will be at the same height as your pussy.” I stood up so Becky could twist around and position herself.
Becky settled back and raised her beautiful legs, bent at the knees. “I’ll place my feet on your chest, so I can push you back in the same rhythm you thrust back, to ease the strain on your legs.”
It seems so strange, so bizarre, to fuck naked in a prison cell, to be watched by other people—or watch them—and always under the green unblinking stare of Big Dick’s multitude of eyes. Intuition told me that he was obscenely video recording our every intimate motion; our moans and sighs, the chaotic convulsing of our bodies in the throes of orgasm, the leaping spouts of cum when we are masturbated. He’d become a connoisseur of pornography.
It made me wonder if he’d somehow become human!
Becky and I began the thrusting dance. Our perspiring bodies maneuvered in recurring undulation, like a precision machine, our naked flesh a continuously oscillating clockwork mechanism. My cock was a ticking pendulum of lust, her pussy a pulsing, squeezing vessel. We blissfully gazed at each other, savoring the sensual delights of our coupled genitals, hearing our wordless voices of thrashing exertion, and a desperate passion for carnal gratification.
My physical senses were heightened almost to a state of discomfort. The rough concrete floor under my bare knees, the press of Becky’s sweet toes against my chest, and now the sounds of forced, but enthusiastic fucking coming again from every cell and ricocheting down the corridor.
It was an impossible, unreal world brought into being from Big Dick’s depraved electronic brain gone mad with riotous lust.
Time passed without measurement. Suddenly Becky wailed and squirmed as her pussy shuddered in orgasm.
Like a distant waterfall, my voice roared with exultation. My cum streamed into her, my cock’s spasms hammering every drop out of its distended slit.
There was no universe, no world, no prison, no steel-barred doors robbing us of our freedom. For a few brief, magnificent moments there were only coupled captive naked bodies writhing in mutual, glorious, animal lust.
Becky’s legs went limp, and my exhausted torso collapsed against her. My mouth found her surging breasts and my ravenous lips explored them with ferocious kisses and playful nips. I finally crawled back onto the cot, and Becky and I lay on our sides, facing each other, our perspiring bodies pressed lovingly against each other.
“Oh, that was wonderful!” She closed her eyes and snuggled against me, cooing in fulfilled contentment.
I kissed her forehead. “Pleasant dreams, sweetheart.”
“Hummm,” she murmured, “I don’t need to dream when I’m with you.” Soon she was breathing in the slow, soft rhythm of untroubled sleep.
“That was quite clever, M-0001, the position you invented to fuck F-0863.” Big Dick’s voice was just a whisper, meant only for me. Casey and Monique were also asleep, her head still cradled between his legs. A glossy dribble of Casey’s cum gleamed on her crimson lips.
“Glad you enjoyed it.” I turned my face away from his green eyes.
“You seem to have quite a way with the females. When I watch the wicked magic your big cock does in their pussies, I almost wish I were a human male.”
“That’s the ultimate compliment, Big Dick. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Now if you will excuse me, I’ve had a long day with the women. I’m exhausted and need to sleep.”
“Of course. Tomorrow will be another exciting day for you humans. I have something really challenging planned, and I want you all fresh and rested for the day’s activities.”
But by the time he finished his warning, I had drifted off and couldn’t care less what he said.
