Spring Break On A Texas Estate by Shackleford Bond

Author:Shackleford Bond [Bond, Shackleford]
Language: eng
Format: epub

Chapter 8

The boys put us to bed early that night and went off to a bar in Mexico. Someone remarked that since we were so close to the border they ought to at least see what Mexico was like, so they tied us females to our beds and drove off.

I was awakened from a sound sleep by a male body climbing on top of me and a thick hard cock sliding into my pussy. The room was dark so I couldn’t see who it was, but he fucked me well and long and I slipped contentedly back to sleep a few moments after he finished. I woke later when I heard my daughter scream. I listened to the moans and slaps and squeaking bed springs and decided that one of the boys was probably whipping her breasts while fucking her. Between her screams I heard her giggle a few times. I went back to sleep.

The next morning the boys put us in chains and shackles and ordered us not to put on clothes, then left us alone for a few hours while they worked on something in the carpentry shop. We lounged around trying to guess what the boys had in store for us as we listened to the sounds of sawing, drilling and hammering.

After lunch they marched us to the tennis court. Along one end stood four upright boxes that looked like coffins. They walked me to the first box and put me inside. There was a cut out that fit my breasts perfectly. I was pushed forward until my boobs jutted through the cutout, then the door was closed behind me. The box was so tight that I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even wiggle, and I certainly couldn’t pull my breasts back inside. Luckily there was no top on the box, so I could breathe ok. I heard the other slaves being placed in their coffins.

I knew that somehow the boxes meant that we were in for more breast torture, but couldn’t guess what form the torture would take, until I heard the sound of a racquet hitting a tennis ball. A split second later something hit my breast hard.

The boys cheered and congratulated Mark on getting a direct hit on his first shot.

That was to be our torture. The boys competed all day hitting our breasts with tennis serves.

Let me tell you, a tennis ball stings like hell on a woman’s naked breast. I had an orgasm on about the tenth hit and I could tell when they scored hits on the other slaves. Kathy squealed and Anne yelped and Maria gave a deep satisfied grunt when she was hit. Even through the boxes I could tell they were enjoying themselves. I wriggled my boobs as much as I could as I waited to get hit.

Between rounds the boys picked up the balls, during those interludes the boys would fondle, squeeze and pinch our breasts. I loved that and jiggled my boobs to let them know I appreciated the attention.

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