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ashlee4.txt

   MRWADE49.STY                                           BY MASTER WADE

                                Ashleigh--1932

                                  Part Four

        When  Ashleigh regained conciousness she found herself still bound
   by  the handcuffs and the heavy chain, but slowly became aware that her
   legs  were now supported by stirrup type supports at the top of two big
   posts  which  had  been inserted into the floor.  The stirrups fit just
   behind  her  knees  and  under her lower thighs, allowing her calves to
   hang  naturally  downward,  but  yet  keeping  her  legs  spread opened
   widely.   It  was  a  much  more  comfortable  position  than  she  had
   experienced  prior  to  this, but the pain at her wrists was still very
   real.   She  felt  a  glob  of  something, either cunt juice or cum she
   assumed,  run  down one of her cunt lips and was aware of it falling to
   the  floor.   She  wished  she could look beneath her to see if she had
   caused  a  puddle  on  the  floor  yet,  but  she couldn't see directly
   beneath herself in the position she was in.
        Ashleigh  looked  around  hopefully  for  Razley,  wishing that he
   would  continue to fuck her.  She had never been so wonderfully filled,
   even  the  black man in the theatre had failed to stretch her cunt open
   so  completely.   But she couldn't find him anywhere.  She became aware
   that  I  was  talking  to the girls in the gallery, instructing them in
   some way.
        What  I was actually doing was giving each girl a position in line
   for  their  turn  with  Ashleigh.   I had become very familiar with the
   girls  over  the months and years that they had been in my stable and I
   was  able  to arrange their turns with Ashleigh in such a way as to let
   her  passion  rise  and  fall  in intensity.  I knew she would still be
   eager  to  be  filled, and there were certain girls who were especially
   adept  at  fisting.   I tried to space these girls out so that Ashleigh
   could  be  given  a  fist just at the times that she would need one the
   most.   In  between the "fisters" I placed girls who loved to eat pussy
   and  who  would  bring out the hunger in Ashleigh that still coursed so
   wildly through her used body.
        Once  they  had  arranged  themselves  in  the proper order in the
   gallery,  I sat down on the front row prepared to watch the action that
   was  about  to  take  place.   One  by one the girls took their places,
   kneeling  in the floor between Ashleigh's sweaty but beautiful legs and
   licking  her wet and stretched open fuck hole.  It thrilled me to watch
   some  of  these  girls  eat  pussy.   There  were  a few who had had to
   acquire  a  taste  for  cunt juice, but there were others who craved it
   from  the  very  first.   They  had all become cunt sucking experts and
   could  make any woman tremble and moan in almost no time as they licked
   and sucked at her pussy.
        The  girls  knew  that  I  imposed no time limit on them for their
   time  with Ashleigh, and the one's who really craved juice took lots of
   time.   The first girl to eat her was one of those and she ate Ashleigh
   through  two  more  orgasm's  before resuming her place in the gallery.
   The  next  girl was very talented and in a very short time Ashleigh was
   trembling in the heat of yet another orgasm.
        The  first  girl  to  fist  Ashleigh was perhaps the most talented
   "fister"  in the group.  Her hand wasn't as large as some of the others
   who  would  fist her, but she really got off on fisting cunts and loved
   to  twist  and  turn  her  hand when it was up inside the woman she was
   fucking.   Perhaps  since she was a bit smaller she could reach further
   inside  and  often  she  told  me  she  had been able to get her middle
   finger  into  the  cervix of some women.  Not all women liked this, but
   the  ones  who  did  went absolutely crazy when they felt the long thin
   finger  entering  their  womb and after having experienced it the first
   time often begged hotly for it on other occasions.
        Melanie's  smile  and  glance over to me told me that Ashleigh was
   going  to  be  one  of  these  women.   It  was also obvious by the hot
   whimpers  coming from deep within Ashleigh as Melanie worked her finger
   in and out of her womb.
        "Oh  God!!  Yes!! Fuck my womb!  That feels so wonderful!  Fuck me
   deeper...God!!!   Shove  it  deep!   Give  me your whole hand inside my
   womb...PLEASE!!", she cried.
        Melanie  fisted  her  for  a  very long time, bringing Ashleigh to
   four  orgasms  before  tiring.   Ashleigh  passed  out once more, but I
   didn't  stop the women and continued to let them lick and fist the slut
   at  their  leisure.   Several of the girls who ate her also enjoyed her
   ass  as  well,  both licking it with their tongues and slipping fingers
   inside it as their tongues plumbed the depths of her dripping cunt.
        Ashleigh  came  to  for  varying  periods of time now as the girls
   continued  to  take turns with her.  I stopped counting her orgasms and
   after  a  bit grew rather weary of the whole thing and went back to the
   bar for another drink, leaving the girls to their fun.
        When  I returned I found Melanie using her again, and this time in
   addition  to  putting a finger in her womb she had managed to get three
   fingers  up  into  Ashleigh's ass.  Ashleigh's orgasm this time was the
   most  vocal  of  the  night and she literally screamed her passion into
   the room.
        As  time  went  on and the hour grew later the girls began to drop
   out  of  the action and leave in pairs until there were only four women
   left.   I  knew  these  women  well  enough to know that they would use
   Ashleigh  all  night  long if I let them, and I enjoyed their hunger as
   much  as  they  did.  Ashleigh perhaps enjoyed it more than anyone else
   and  still seemed just as insatiable as she had at the beginning of the
   evening.   She had long since ceased being coherent in her comments and
   with  glazed eyes merely moaned words like "fuck" and "so hot" over and
   over again.
        With  the  help  of  the other girls I took Ashleigh down from her
   perch  and  laid  her  on  the  training table once again.  This time I
   allowed  the  girls  to  use the straps and whips on her, and this time
   our  little  trembling  whore begged to be hurt as they let the leather
   strike  her  still  red  skin.   It was no longer necessary to bind her
   wrists  and  ankles,  as Ashleigh needed the discipline as badly as she
   did  fucking.   I  watched  the  continuous flow of juice from her cunt
   puddle  on the black leather and stream off the end of the table as the
   women  worked  her  over with the cane and whips and smiled as her body
   spasmed  with  even  more  orgasm's  merely  from the way she was being
   used.
        When  her  backside  had  been thoroughly whipped the girls turned
   Ashleigh  over  and began whelping her front, letting the thick leather
   strike  her  upper  thighs,  her  belly  and  her  tits.  She seemed to
   especially  like  the  whipping  of  her  tits and I had to control the
   girls  to  keep  them from scarring them.  They were too lovely to bear
   any  permanent  scars, regardless of Ashleigh's desire.  She also began
   begging  to  be  slapped  on  her  cunt  and  the girls made especially
   effective  use  of  the cane and the whip in that area, bringing her to
   several more orgasms.
        Finally,  in  spite  of Ashleigh's protests, I made the girls stop
   whipping  her  and  had them lay her on her back on the concrete floor.
   Then  I allowed them each to sit on her face and grind their juicy fuck
   holes  into  her  mouth  until  they had each orgasmed.  Ashleigh loved
   this  as  well, and eagerly sucked at their cunts, begging for more and
   more  juice.   Monique,  after  having  come  against  Ashleigh's  face
   several  times,  begged  me  to  let  her  urinate  in her mouth, and I
   granted  her wish and the wish of the others girls that followed.  They
   sprayed  her body with urine as they squated over her, adding their hot
   piss to the mixture of cunt juice and sweat that already covered her.
        When  they  were done I had them carry Ashleigh out to the Lincoln
   and  lay  her in the back seat nude.  Then I instructed Anthony to take
   her  back  to  Big  Roy and to make sure that he saw her in her present
   condition.   I also instructed Ashleigh to tell Big Roy everything that
   had  been  done  to  her  and  told  her to beg Big Roy to let her have
   another cock before she slept.
        Several  days  later   there was a knock at my door and one of Big
   Roy's  "associates"  was  standing  there  with  a  black valise in his
   hand.   He  handed  it  to me and said, "Big Roy said to thank you.  He
   says  if  this  isn't  enough to let him know and he'll bring the rest.
   He  also  says  to  give  him  a  call  if  you  ever need Ashleigh for
   anything."
        When  I  opened  the  valise  I  discovered it was filled with ten
   dollar  bills.   It  amounted to something over $10,000, the most I had
   ever  been paid for my services, and enough for me to live on for three
   years  even  with a very leisurely life style.  I spent many more hours
   with  Ashleigh  over the next several months until she and Big Roy were
   killed  in  a  gangland  shootout  on the east side.  I'll never forget
   her,  and  if  I  live  to  be  a hundred I doubt that I will ever find
   another slave slut as beautiful or as insatiable as Ashleigh, in 1932.
autiful or as insatiable as Ashleigh, in 1932.