Catherine Zeta Jones in Slavery

Disclaimer: This story is strictly a work of fantasy and is intended for viewing of adults.
The story involves kidnapping, whipping, rape, watersports and other types of humiliations.
If this sort of stuff bothers you, don’t read ahead.
The author does not support or encourage any of these in real life, this is purely a fantasy.
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Chapter 1- Catherine’s Capture
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Catherine Zeta Jones was in Philadelphia for a charity event.
Catherine reached the night before, and checked into her hotel.
She was bored after the long flight, and decided to go for a drive in the car the
organizers had provided her.
Catherine had driven perhaps a mile when she suddenly felt the cold steel of a
gun barrel being pressed against her neck. A guy who looked very much like
a large, nasty biker was in the back seat of the car and was very serious
about what he would do to her if Catherine didn’t do exactly as he ordered.

He told Catherine to drive and, following his instructions, they drove for
almost an hour, far out into the country. They turned off the road and into
a rutted trail and Catherine’s kidnapper told her to stop next to a van parked there
and to get out. Another, even larger biker climbed out of the van,
pointing a sawed-off shotgun at them. The first guy put her hands behind her
backs and handcuffed Catherine. Then he put silver duct tape on her perky mouth and
blindfolded Catherine with a black cloth. They pushed Catherine into the van and
tied her feet to the sides and then drove, for what seemed like hours.

Throughout this time, Catherine Zeta Jones lay in the back of the van helpless, squirming
futilely in her bonds, shouting pointlessly into her gag, sometimes
sobbing, the tears running out from behind her blindfold, as the Welsh beauty waited in
growing terror for what lay in store.

The van came to a stop and Catherine was pulled out of the van, lifted and carried to her destiny.
Catherine could hear the crunching of gavel under her captor’s feet and
then the sound of doors opening and closing as she was carried into the warehouse.
Catherine Zeta Jones whimpered in fear as she felt her hair being brushed away from her face.
Slowly the blindfold was lifted from her eyes and Catherine saw where she was.

It was an old, dingy but spacious warehouse. Various ropes and chains hung down through holes in
the wooden ceiling. There were also various tables, cradles with chains which disappeared through
the ceiling and what looked like old fashioned stocks.
Racks along one of the walls held whips and canes.
On a shelf were a row of dildos, the smallest was only seven inches long and about an inch across at it’s
thickest whilst the largest looked as if it were all of three feet long and about two inches across at the top
of the cock head. This thickened out gradually until the base must have been more than six inches across.
Hanging on hooks were all sizes of gags and butt plugs together with nipple clamps and several other devices
Catherine was hitherto unaware of.

Bob, the senior of the two abductors, could not have been more than 30.
He was very well built, and one of his front teeth was gold.
Bob grabbed Catherine by her hair and pulled her head up so that he could look into her eyes.
“Mmmmpgh! Ng……” Catherine Zeta Jones was whimpering into her gag, pleading him to let her go.
“I’ll be darned slut, I never thought we would meet like this.”
The repulsive tooth gleamed at Catherine, and Bob snickered and delivered a hard slap
on Catherine’s right cheek, followed by another on her left cheek.
SMACK! SMACK! “Ooooonngggh!”

Not wanting to be left out from the action, Rick, the other captor came forward.
He hauled with himself a dirt spring mattress.
Rick grabbed Catherine’s butt and pushed her upward.
“What are we waiting for Bob? Shouldn’t we do the intro and welcome bit?”
Rick was younger, short, well under six feet, with bulky powerful muscles beneath
a black T-shirt and a Phillies hat. His jeans were baggy, practically
falling off. Grabbing Catherine’s butt he shoved her hard into Bob’s arms.

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Chapter 2- The Breaking of Slave Catherine
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Bob leaned over and grabbed both of Catherine’s nipples with the thumb and forefinger.
He began to pinch severely and the agony Catherine felt made her scream out into her gag.
“Ooooonngggh!” “Mmmmphhh!”
“Remove the gag, I want to hear her voice. Anyways, we are soundproofed.” Rick could not
wait to hear his celebrity captive’s agony.
Bob removed the tape from Catherine’s mouth, she gasped for breath, licking her lips.
Tears streamed down her face as she sputtered “P- please, Let me go. Don’t hurt me.”

Bob again slapped Catherine’s already reddened face.
SMACK!
This time her scream of pain was not muted. “”Aaaaaargh! Gaaawd! No!”

“Shut up, bitch! ” Bob curled his hands in Catherine’s lush hair and jerked her
face around to his and shut her up by kissing her. He drove his tongue into the helpless
Catherine’s mouth. Catherine gasped for breath as he probed his tongue inside
her mouth, burning at the demeaning laughter of her two abductors.
Now Rick sprang into action, he turned Cathering around, twisting her face toward his and
smashed his lips down over hers. He speared his tongue past her unresisting lips and kissed
Catherine so roughiy that her head ached.

He pushed Catherine down onto the mattress he had got earlier.
Catherine was now crying uncontrollably as Rick straddled onto her.
“From now on bitch, you are our slave!”
SLAP! He accentuated each of his statements with a slap on Catherine’s beautiful but reddened cheeks.
“No, no!” Catherine pleaded.
SLAP!
“You no not speak unless we tell you bitch!”
SLAP!
“You will do wharever we tell you, and only what we tell you!”
SLAP!
“We do whatever we want, and you take it twat! You take it and thank us!”
SLAP!
“You will call us Master Rick and Master Bob!”
SLAP!
“You will refer to yourself and Slave, Cunt or Whore!”
SLAP!
“Is that fucking clear Slut?”
Rick spat onto Catherine’s face as he asked the last question.
“Y..yes Master Rick”
Rick was now truly in heaven. He was on top of Catherine Zeta Jones! The sexy Welsh beauty was completely under their control,
to use, abuse, rape, torture, humiliate as they pleased.

Rick’s hand flew up Catherine’s skirt. With his other hand, he began to squeeze her tits hard, mauling them.
He kissed Catherine again, brutal kiss on the lips, shoving his tongue into my mouth.
Catherine was too dazed to resist as he pried her legs open and
fondled her crotch, grabbing between her legs. He yanked Catherine’s black satin
thong panties off with one hand. He tossed them aside and pulled up Catherine’s dress,
one hand leaning on her shoulder to hold her down.

Catherine Zeta Jones cried out, but didn’t struggle. Rick shoved two
fingers inside of Catherine’s cunt. She was dry, and jumped a little bit.
Then Rick climbed between her legs and put his cock at her opening.
He shoved it hard into Catherine Zeta Jones’s dry cunt. Catherine yelled out in pain.
“Gaawwwwd! Nooooooo!!!! Oooooooommph!”
All this while Bob was shooting the action with a HD camcorder in his hand.
As her saw his buddy fucking Catherine, even he started going crazy, making vulgar sounds and yelling,
all the while encouraging Rick to ‘fuck the whore’. Rick grabbed Catherine’s shoulders with his thick hands
and started pumping himself in and out of her svelte body.
Rick was grunting and humping fucking like crazy. One of his hands
was squeezing Catherine’s ample chest through her dress. The other had a handful
of her lush hair, which he pulled while he was rutting like a pig.
Through her tears, Catherine saw Bob laughing and cheering Rick on, and he was
capturing on camera the full proceedings of her rape.
Rick let go of Catherine’s hair and stuck his middle finger up her asshole,
causing her to cry out again. Catherine tried to squirm away. Rick was banging Catherine Zeta Jones
like a maniac, his powerful legs spreading her apart. Catherine was building up to an orgasm, he cunt
juices started flowing offusely. Cathering was cumming, the orgasm rattled through her abused, bound body.
Just then Rick pulled her hair hard and slapped her face several times.
Each blow rocked Catherine’s head slightly but Rick kept it from moving too far.
After five or six very hard slaps, he stopped and pulled his cock out from Catherine’s cunt.

“I’m cumming, you twat!” Rick shouted, shoving his cock ballseep in Catherine’s throat,
then pulling back so that he could spurt his jism right into her wet, waiting mouth.
“Drink some jizz slave! Suck it down like the cocksucking piece of shit you are!”

Rick’s jism filled Catherine Zeta Jones’s mouth. It exploded off Catherine’s tongue like shrapnel and
soaked every corner of her mouth. It filled Catherine’s cheeks until they bulged like a
chipmunk’s. Catherine had never tasted cum before, and the flavor was so salty and meaty
that it made her head swim. Catherine Zeta Jones swallowed one gooey mouthful after another,
but she couldn’t keep up with the gluey tidal wave.
ln an instant gluey globes of cockslime were rolling down her cheeks.
Just as he was drying up, Rick pulled out of Catherine’s mouth and shot one on her eye.
“Lick me clean now Twat! Lick me like the 2 cent cocksucking whore that you are!”
He pulled Catherine down on his cock and forced her to suck it clean.
When Rick was satisfied, he dried it on her hair.
Catherine Zeta Jones’s sleek, sexy body thrashed and jumped on the dirty mattress, like a 2-cent gutter whore’s.

Catherine’s tormentors changed places, Rick got hold of the camera, while Bob came forward and smiled at her.
With a loud snicker, hesaid, “Cunt, the look on your face tells me that you really enjoyed that orgasm.
Don’t worry, before I am done raping your asshole, you will have several more. ”
Catherine was shit scared, she had neve taken anyone in her ass before, but she knew it was coming.

“Let’s turn her around, and get that ass nice and high,” Bob said and he and Rick quickly turned Catherine around
and flipped her onto her hands and knees.

“Damn look at that ass,” Bob praised the terrified Welsh beauty. “I can’t wait to tear your ass up Slave.
Why don’t you beg me to fuck your ass?”

“noo..please anything but that.. Please I beg you..”
Bob grabbed Catherine by her hair, looked into her terrified, humiliated eyes and said.
“Not too bright, are you, Bitch! You got the begging part right, but everything else is just plain wrong!
I think we need to teach you a lesson, Let’s string her up Rick!”

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Chapter 3- Catherine’s Punishment: The Agony and The Ecstasy
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Bob uncuffed Catherine’s wrists from behind her back, and recuffed them in front of her with a few inches slack
between them. He then pulled Catherine up by her hair and dragged her behind him to the chain hoist and raised
her hands over her head and placed the chain between her hands in the hook of the chain hoist.
Then he took the stockings out of
the package. He told Catherine to spread her legs until her feet were
against the eyebolts he had installed in the decking. Rick, in the meanwhile, had kept the Camcorder on a tripod and joined Bob in hoisting their slave up. He untied Catherine’s feet and placed them in cast iron manacles that had a 12 inch connecting rod. He went over to a cabinet and pushed a button raising the hoist hook until Catherine’s body was a good 6 inches from the ground.

“No! Please, no! Please no, please no, please no!”
Catherine Zeta Jones couldn’t stop begging. The words tumbled from her mouth as her abductors
tied her spread-eagled in the center of the warehouse. When they were finished
binding her, Catherine’s arms were spread high above her head, out to her
sides, her legs were spread wide. Catherine Zeta Jones was held off the ground, suspended by the cast iron manacles
that cut into her wrists and ankles.

“Please, please, please!” Catherine mumbled, her lovely, lean body was laced with agony.
Her long, beautiful legs trembled as she tried to find the ground in vain..
Her face turned white from the terrible strain and humiliation of being strung up like a side of beef.

“Please what, Catherine-whore?” Bob asked, uncoiling the whip on the basement floor.
Rick chipped in. “Please whip your sexy ass until it bleeds? Get ready for your first slave whipping, bitch!
I knew you had it coming, but you broght it onto yourself early with your disobedience.
A lesson to learn twat! If you disobey us, you get punished and then you obey us anyways!”
With these words Rick pulled back his arm; the split leather thong of the quirt
came down quickly onto Catherine’s taut breast, and Catherine Zeta Jones began to learn what pain was
really all about.

THWWAPP!!!!
THWAPP!!!!!
“Aiiiiiehh!!!”

Bob also got into action., his first lash burned across her soft ass.

Catherine cried in pain, weaving from side to side in face of this double attack.
Bright red welts rose on her breasts and ass almost instantly.
Bob’s second lash tore across the small of her back, and
the third curled around her lush right thigh.

THWWAPP!!!!
THWAPP!!!!!
“Aiiiiiehh!!! Gaawwwwd!! Please don’t hurt me!!!”

“It’s Master Rick and Master Bob, bitch! And you have to beg us to fuck you in the ass!
Now Bitch, stick your tits far, and beg me to whip them. If you do that I will give you five, or else five after you stick
your tits out. What’s it gonna be twerp?”
Catherine felt her face getting even hotter with shame, but she knew she could not risk disobeying
Rick any more. Sobbing she stuck her chest out for the whip and sputtered.
“Please whip my tits Master Rick! Please!!!”
Rick smiled and raised the whip above his head, and swung the lash at her right tit,
followed by another lash on her left tit!
Swisshh!!! Crack!!!
Swisshh!!! Crack!!!
Catherine’s pert breasts were by now all criss-crossed with red stripes.
The wailing Welsh beauty screamed, “No more! Please! I can’t take any more!!
Please!! Please fuck my ass Master Bob!” Catherine wailed out in broken sobs.
Rick smiled and brought the whip down across her flat stomach as hard as he could.
“NOOOOOOO!!!!!!, O god it hurts, Please noooooooooooooo!
Please fuck my ass Master Bob, Master Rick! Don’t hurt me anymore!”

Bob, in the meanwhile scored Catherine’s ass again, crossing the tender skin with lines of red,
making the firm flesh bounce and jiggle lewdly.
“Look at that sweet ass shake,” Bob said with a coarse laugh.
“You’d think it was a bowl of jelly the way it’s jiggling now.”
Catherine Zeta Jones burned with shame as well as pain. The scorn her captors treated her
with, the way they mocked her and treated her like a whore, was almost
worse than the torture and rape they visited on her defenseless body.
But it excited her too, and in spite of all her pain and exhaustion, in spite of
the brutal beating they were giving her, her hurt pussy began to squirm.
Catherine closed her eyes and tried to will away the sluttish ticklings of lust that
were creeping through her cruelly bound body.

Rick pulled another whip from the wall, it was a long, cruel-looking bullwhip. He
snapped it against the air once, then thrashed Catherine’s satiny flat stomach again.
The heavy whip bit into her stomach then curled around her soft, creamy side.

“The twat’s doing a pretty good job of shakin her pointy tits, too,” Rick
said with a smirk, as Bob was lashing her full asscheeks over and over again. “Do a
dance for us, Catherine-whore! Show us what a hot fucking cunt you are.”

The svelte Welsh beauty squirmed and thrashed at the end of her chains, writhing
in a desperate, useless effort to escape the torture her captors were giving her.
Her creamy ass was criss-crossed with angry red welts. Her upper thighs
and lower back were streaked with red, too.

Bob laid four quick strokes across her shoulder blades, as though noticing
that he had neglected her upper back for the first time. By the time he was
finished Catherine Zeta Jones was delirious with agony, wondering vacantly if someone had
set her on fire. Bob wrapped his vicious whip around her slender calves,
circling them with welts and made Catherine look as if she was wearing anklets.
Rick curled the slender strands of the cat around Catherine’s creamy inner thighs,
hitting her lush upper legs until the soft flesh trembled.
Then Rick stared aiming the bullwhip at her cunt.

“No!” Catherine gasped, her voice little more than a whisper, her eyes fluttering
closed and her slender, sexy body doing a sensuous dance on the end of
the chains that held her spread so vuinerably. “Not there!”
“Again! Disobediance! You are really a dumb mutt!” Rick said, and swung his arm up underhand, bringing the
wicked strands of the cat dancing up between Catherine Zeta Jones’s silky, quivering legs.

Pain exploded through the captive celebrity’s ravaged cunt.
Rick swung his whip with pin point accuracy. Bomb bursts of pain exploded
against both of her swollen, tortured pussy lips. Then the narrow tip of the
bullwhip smacked squarely against her stretched, raw clit.

Catherine shrieked, her beautiful brown eyes rolling back, spit spraying
from her lips as she convulsed in demented anguish. “Aggghhhh! Please no Master!
Please have mercy! Agggghhh!”

Catherine’s cunt was flexing uncontrollably. Her lithe, sexy body was twisting and
thrashing through a series of convulsions. Catherine’s head swung
wildly on her shoulders, her eyes unfocused, her mouth slack and drooling.
Piss squirted from her pussy in a strong yellow stream, soaking her creamy
inner thighs and splattering on the floor beneath her. Cunt-juice poured out
in desperate defense of her pussy, drooling from her peeled-back slit like
spit from a mouth, painting her blood-red pussy-lips a milky white and sliding
down over her trembling, piss-slick thighs.

“Shit, the sleazy slut’s getting off on it!” Rick’s cock was so long and
hard that it looked like it was going to explode. He swung his whip up
against Catherine’s brutalized cunt with all the strength his big arm possessed.
“The tramp’s cumming from getting her ass whipped off!”
“Aggghhhh! Please Master! Please have mercy! I am your slave cunt ! Agggghhh!”
Rick and Bob were both in seventh heaven. The sexy Welsh beauty was broken.
Now they could realize all their fantasies and inflict more pain and humiliation on her.

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Chapter 4- A Slave’s place- Lessons in humility for Catherine
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They lowered Catherine and dragged her back to the mattress, and dumped her there.
“Now bitch! Do you understand your role in life!?”
Bob asked Catherine as he grabbed her by her hair.
“Y..yess Master Bob! I am your cunt! Your and Master Rick’s slave!”
“That’s right bitch!” He said as he grabbed Catherine’s hair and planted his
lips on her pushing his tongue into Catherine’s mouth and kissed her long and hard.
“We own you now bitch! Now, thank us for punishing you.
Henceforth, don’t make me tell you. Whatever we do to you is a favor, you will thank us right away.
I am letting you off this one time, after this, you will be punished for this intransigence.”
“T..thank you Master Bob and Master Rick. Thank you for punishing me..”

“Tch..Tch..You really are a dumb cunt.” Rick sniggered.
“Thank your stars and your Masters that we are in such good mood tonight.
Simple Rules Slut:
You refer to yourself as Slut, Slave, Twat, Cunt or Bitch. Never say I or me.
You don’t thank your Masters like that. I’ll show you how you thank your Master.
Crawl to me now slut! ”
Catherine was dumbfounded and hesitated for a moment.
This was enough for Rick to take the bullwhip and give her a lash on her back.
“Up lazy twat! Crawl to me!”
Catherine sprang out of the bed and started crawling towards Rick.
Her body was a sonata of pain, but right now all she cared about was pleasing her Masters.
“Good, now kneel down in front of me.”
Catherine immediately obeyed.
“Now you put your head on my feet, rub your nose against each foot and the kiss each foot.
And say the slave thanks her master. Do it quick!”
Catherine leapt onto Rick’s feet like a most obedient dog. She rubbed her nose against his left foot first, and kissed it.
Then she repeated the encore on his right foot. Catherine Zeta Jones was a picture of perfect servility, as she looked
up to him and stuttered. “Slave thanks her Master for punishing her.”
“That’s a good slave. You are welcome slut. Now move on.”
Catherine sprang back into action, crawled to Bob and repeated the entire process with him.
“You are welcome twat. Rick, I need a piss, I’ll only be gone a few minutes, and then we can fuck this cunt’s ass.”

“Where you going Bob?” Rick asked. “We’ve a perfectly good urinal kneeling in front of us.
Go on piss in her toilet mouth.”

“That’s right, How did I not think of that” Bob exclaimed, “let the fucking slut have a drink.”

Then he looked at Catherine.
“Have you ever had a drink of piss before?” he asked.

“No Master,” Catherine replied. Broken as she was, drinking piss was still beyond her.
“Well here the rules are simple,” Rick said. “When
one of us pisses in your mouth you swallow it all. You
don’t spill a drop. If you spill any then the person
pissing in your mouth will give you ten strokes of the
cane across the soles of each of your feet. And what do you do when we’re done pissing?”

“Slave Thank you Master.” Catherine muttered.
“Haha.. right, fucking slave forgot her grammer.” Rick chuckled.
“Come on you whore,” Bob said with urgency in
his voice, “get my cock into your mouth now or I’m
likely to piss myself.”

Catherine now moved so that she was kneeling up and she
opened her mouth and closed it around Bob’s cock.
She had hardly closed his lips around the thick stem when her mouth was full of
hot acidic tasting piss. Catherine started to swallow as hard as she could as the
pissed poured into her mouth and down her throat like a torrential stream.
Bob’s piss was certainly very strong tasting and Catherine closed her eyes as she kept swallowing hard,
trying not to think what she was doing. At last Bob’s bladder was emptied and
the flow of piss petered out.

Bob placed his hands around Catherine’s head.
“Suck my cock now you slut, come on you whore suck my big cock now,” he growled.
“Wait Bob. Why don’t we put her on the bench, that way we can both get into the act.” Rick was not to be left out.

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Chapter 5- Assholes- Catherine into the Depths of Degradation
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“Good idea. Go across to the bench, slut” Bob ordered as loosened his grip on
Catherine’s head. “Move your lazy ass and lay across the bench with your legs on the floor
and your head hanging down the other side. Fast!”

Catherine, too blinded by pain think about anything, staggered across to the bench and lay
across it as ordered. Bob picked up a cane and said
“You are really a dumb slut. Who told you, you could walk like your Masters?
Slave sluts only crawl. You are going to get a good five for this.”
“Please Master.. forgive the dumb slut once. This will not happen again.
Please.. slut beg you” Catherine was trying to put forth her most docile, slavish face.
“Please Master….please…”

While Catherine was pleading, Rick had positioned her body so that her wrists and
ankles were about a foot away from the bottom and level with heavy metal fetters attached to
either side of the bench.
He snapped the fetters shut around Catherine Zeta Jones’s ankles and then moved to the top of the
bench.

He grabbed Catherine by her hair and laughed wildly, then spit right in Catherine’s face. His spit splattered
between Catherine Zeta Jones’s eyes and trickled down both sides of her nose. Rick was absolutely loving this. He levered
Catherine’s jaws open and spit again, this time filling her mouth with his spit. Catherine gagged and Rick spit again.

“You really are lucky slut. I am going to give you a chance to earn your mercy.
I am going to give you a chance to lock your pretty lips on my asshole,”
Rick chuckled squirming his ass all over Catherine’s face.
“You are going to earn your mercy by kissing and licking my ass, bitch!”
Catherine Zeta Jones whimpered with shame and disgust, but she had learnt enough to know refusal was futile.
She knew they were going to use her pretty mouth as a toiler paper sooner or later.
If she resisted, she would only get punished on the way to the inevitable.
“Now slut! Give my ass a nice, wet kiss!”
Catherine Zeta Jones brushed her lips over the tight ring of Rick’s shitter.
He moaned with pleasure, at the same time Bob said that he had positioned himself behind
Catherine with his cock pressing against the captive celebrity’s asshole.
Catherine, instinctively tightened her sphincter as she felt the big cock
head pressing against her asshole.Her lips were clamped to the filthy ring of Rick’s anus.

Bob was grunting but he was finding it very difficult to force his cock into Catherine’s tight hole.
He thrust forward a little harder and his big cock forced Catherine’s arse lips to open wider.
Bob’s huge cock entered the captive celebrity’s ass as Catherine let out a shrill
cry of pain into Rick’s ass. Catherine felt as if she was being split wide open.

Bob gave a smile of mild pleasure, and forced a little more of
his thick cock into the screaming actress’s body. Rick was in his own heaven.
He rocked his hips back and forth over Catherine’s trapped face,
smearing the filth of his ass all over the gorgeous, captive celebrity’s face.

Bob pulled a little way out and thrust back in again, out a little and then back in.
Now he’d managed to force four inches of his cock up his slave’s asshole.
Catherine was screaming and shrieking with pain as she thought that her
bowels would be split wide open.
“Give my asshole a great big wet kiss!” Rick exulted.
“Plant those slutty lips around my asshole and stick your tongue all the way inside.
French-kiss my asshole, Catherine you slave bitch! French- kiss my asshole
to tell me you belong to me!”

Catherine Zeta Jones planted her lush lips over the ring of Rick’s asshole, still
hoping that she could please him into slowing the assault on her own helpless ass-chute.
But to no avail, Bob continued to thrust in and out. Five inches,
six inches and then seven inches disappeared into Catherine Zeta Jones’s ass. His buttocks were flat as Bob pushed
ever deeper and Catherine continued to scream for mercy.
Her asshole could not hold up before the monstrous advance of Bob’s big cock-and the real pain began.

Catherine Zeta Jones whimpered with the agony that was flaring through her
captive, helpless body. She would have said or done anything to
stop the pain that was flowering out from the stretching outer ring
of her asshole. Her gorge rose again as she slipped her tongue up the filthy
chute of Rick’s asshole, but she squirmed her lips around the
tight, circular bud and drove her tongue into the dirty hole as far
as it would go. Catherine’s tongue touched something thick and moist and Catherine
thought she was going to die, but she squirmed her tongue
around inside the filthy channel as though she loved everything
she was tasting. She tried to divert her mind by thinking of other things.
But the pain in her ass and the taste and smell of Rick’s asshole were too real.
The lean, sultry Welsh beauty squirmed her upper body, her silky skin bathed in
glistening sweat from the strain, agony and the plain abject humiliation of what was happening to her.

Catherine again shrieked into the tight ring of Rick’s asshole as the
outer ring of her ass muscles gave way and her hole opened to
the ruining advance of Bob’s gigantic prick. The defeated Welsh beauty
could feel the muscles relax, worn to exhaustion by the relentless
pressure of Bob’s rock-hard cock. Then she felt them resist again as they were extended to the
limits of their elasticity. When they gave way the second time,
tearing under the merciless advance of Bob’s cock, Catherine thought she was going to pass out.

Rick turned around, grabbed Catherine by her hair and groaned.
“Suck my cock now slave, suck my cock,” he said as he
offered his long eight inch tool up to Catherine’s mouth.
Rick’s foreskin was pulled back and around the base of his cock head was a
coating of thick cock cheese. Catherine, no longer surprised, or resisting any abuse inflicted on her,
readily opened her mouth and took the cock in and started to suck and lick the cheese off.
Then she began to slavishly suck the cock down her throat.
Rick grabbed Catherine’s head and started to pull it up and down forcing
his eight inch long cock all the way down the Welsh beauty’s gullet.
Now Catherine Zeta Jones was being fucked from both ends.

Bob groaned, he couldn’t hold back much longer. The pressure in his groin was growing
second by second.He increased his tempo, Catherine’s ass muscles grinding into
his crotch was bringing him close to climax. Bob stiffened, he forced his
cock in to the hilt, it throbbed and shot it’s jism deep into the
Welsh beauty’s recently virgin asshole. Catherine came hard, she
thrashed around as much as the fetters would allow; Bob couldn’t hold
back anymore; his cock exploded, shooting load after load of hot,
sticky cum into Catherine Zeta Jones’s no longer virgin asshole.
The men smiled at each other over Catherine’s limp, defeated body.

“What do we do now asslicker?” Rick grabbed Catherine by her hair and taunted her.
“Maaaster Rick.. Slave thanks you for using her mouth, for letting her kiss your ass.
Master Bob, Slave thanks you for fucking her ass.. Master.. can this slut show you how grateful she is?
Please unbind me Master.” Catherine did not want to risk getting punished for not thanking them properly.
Rick released her limbs from the fetters and Catherine collapsed from the bench onto the floor.
Catherine immediately got down on her hands and knees and looked up at Rick.

“Thank you Sir Masters for using the slave’s mouth, ass and cunt. Slut is grateful”
Catherine muttered, as she put her forehead on Rick’s feet, rubbed her nose and kissed his feet.
Catherine then, crawled over to Bob’s feet and repeated the same routine.
“Good slut, you are learning” he said with a laugh “let’s get you doing a little housecleaning.”
He grabbed Catherine by her hair again, and growled at her.
“Now asslicker, you are going to clean all your piss off the floor there.
“Masters, slave is sorry for spoiling the floor. Slave will clean it up Master.
Can slave get a mop and water?” Catherine asked hesitantly.
Haaa!!Haaaa!!Haaa!!Haaaa!!
Both Rick and Bob guffawed loudly in response.
“Just when we thought you are learning, you have to do something stupid.
You really are a barebrained twat, who is fit to be only an asslicker.
Use your fucking tongue twat! Now, hurry up, clean it up!”
Defeated as Catherine was, this was stil beyond her wildest imagination.
She had never thought they would make her lick the floor clean.
She hesitated a moment, only to find a stinging lash on her buttocks.
“CLEAN IT UP ! WHICH OF THOSE WORDS CAN’T YOU UNDERSTAND ?”.
Humiliated beyond comprehension, Catherine started crawling towards the area where her piss had earlier spilled.
There was nothing that Catherine could do about that, she was no longer a real person she was
just the toy for her captors and she had to obey them.
Catherine Zeta Jones stuck out her tongue and started to lick and slowly cleaned up the piss and cum.
Catherine Zeta Jones had learnt another lesson in servility.

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— On Sat, 9/17/11, CSSA TSSA wrote:

From: CSSA TSSA
Subject: Re: Story for CSSA
To: “Core Deal”
Date: Saturday, September 17, 2011, 1:21 PM

What is the title of the story? Can’t believe you left that out of the story. Need that before I can post.

The Help

On Tue, Sep 6, 2011 at 2:41 PM, Core Deal wrote:

Author- Wet Martini
Story- Catherine Zeta Jones in Slavery
Codes-MMF,nc,oral,anal, tort, mDom, BDSM,spank,ws, humil.

Celebrity- Catherine Zeta Jones
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Disclaimer: This story is strictly a work of fantasy and is intended for viewing of adults.
The story involves kidnapping, whipping, rape, watersports and other types of humiliations.
If this sort of stuff bothers you, don’t read ahead.
The author does not support or encourage any of these in real life, this is purely a fantasy.
Feedback/comments/requests to (coredeal@rocketmail.com)
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Chapter 1- Catherine’s Capture
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Catherine Zeta Jones was in Philadelphia for a charity event.
Catherine reached the night before, and checked into her hotel.
She was bored after the long flight, and decided to go for a drive in the car the
organizers had provided her.
Catherine had driven perhaps a mile when she suddenly felt the cold steel of a
gun barrel being pressed against her neck. A guy who looked very much like
a large, nasty biker was in the back seat of the car and was very serious
about what he would do to her if Catherine didn’t do exactly as he ordered.

He told Catherine to drive and, following his instructions, they drove for
almost an hour, far out into the country. They turned off the road and into
a rutted trail and Catherine’s kidnapper told her to stop next to a van parked there
and to get out. Another, even larger biker climbed out of the van,
pointing a sawed-off shotgun at them. The first guy put her hands behind her
backs and handcuffed Catherine. Then he put silver duct tape on her perky mouth and
blindfolded Catherine with a black cloth. They pushed Catherine into the van and
tied her feet to the sides and then drove, for what seemed like hours.

Throughout this time, Catherine Zeta Jones lay in the back of the van helpless, squirming
futilely in her bonds, shouting pointlessly into her gag, sometimes
sobbing, the tears running out from behind her blindfold, as the Welsh beauty waited in
growing terror for what lay in store.

The van came to a stop and Catherine was pulled out of the van, lifted and carried to her destiny.
Catherine could hear the crunching of gavel under her captor’s feet and
then the sound of doors opening and closing as she was carried into the warehouse.
Catherine Zeta Jones whimpered in fear as she felt her hair being brushed away from her face.
Slowly the blindfold was lifted from her eyes and Catherine saw where she was.

It was an old, dingy but spacious warehouse. Various ropes and chains hung down through holes in
the wooden ceiling. There were also various tables, cradles with chains which disappeared through
the ceiling and what looked like old fashioned stocks.
Racks along one of the walls held whips and canes.
On a shelf were a row of dildos, the smallest was only seven inches long and about an inch across at it’s
thickest whilst the largest looked as if it were all of three feet long and about two inches across at the top
of the cock head. This thickened out gradually until the base must have been more than six inches across.
Hanging on hooks were all sizes of gags and butt plugs together with nipple clamps and several other devices
Catherine was hitherto unaware of.

Bob, the senior of the two abductors, could not have been more than 30.
He was very well built, and one of his front teeth was gold.
Bob grabbed Catherine by her hair and pulled her head up so that he could look into her eyes.
“Mmmmpgh! Ng……” Catherine Zeta Jones was whimpering into her gag, pleading him to let her go.
“I’ll be darned slut, I never thought we would meet like this.”
The repulsive tooth gleamed at Catherine, and Bob snickered and delivered a hard slap
on Catherine’s right cheek, followed by another on her left cheek.
SMACK! SMACK! “Ooooonngggh!”

Not wanting to be left out from the action, Rick, the other captor came forward.
He hauled with himself a dirt spring mattress.
Rick grabbed Catherine’s butt and pushed her upward.
“What are we waiting for Bob? Shouldn’t we do the intro and welcome bit?”
Rick was younger, short, well under six feet, with bulky powerful muscles beneath
a black T-shirt and a Phillies hat. His jeans were baggy, practically
falling off. Grabbing Catherine’s butt he shoved her hard into Bob’s arms.

—————-
Chapter 2- The Breaking of Slave Catherine
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Bob leaned over and grabbed both of Catherine’s nipples with the thumb and forefinger.
He began to pinch severely and the agony Catherine felt made her scream out into her gag.
“Ooooonngggh!” “Mmmmphhh!”
“Remove the gag, I want to hear her voice. Anyways, we are soundproofed.” Rick could not
wait to hear his celebrity captive’s agony.
Bob removed the tape from Catherine’s mouth, she gasped for breath, licking her lips.
Tears streamed down her face as she sputtered “P- please, Let me go. Don’t hurt me.”

Bob again slapped Catherine’s already reddened face.
SMACK!
This time her scream of pain was not muted. “”Aaaaaargh! Gaaawd! No!”

“Shut up, bitch! ” Bob curled his hands in Catherine’s lush hair and jerked her
face around to his and shut her up by kissing her. He drove his tongue into the helpless
Catherine’s mouth. Catherine gasped for breath as he probed his tongue inside
her mouth, burning at the demeaning laughter of her two abductors.
Now Rick sprang into action, he turned Cathering around, twisting her face toward his and
smashed his lips down over hers. He speared his tongue past her unresisting lips and kissed
Catherine so roughiy that her head ached.

He pushed Catherine down onto the mattress he had got earlier.
Catherine was now crying uncontrollably as Rick straddled onto her.
“From now on bitch, you are our slave!”
SLAP! He accentuated each of his statements with a slap on Catherine’s beautiful but reddened cheeks.
“No, no!” Catherine pleaded.
SLAP!
“You no not speak unless we tell you bitch!”
SLAP!
“You will do wharever we tell you, and only what we tell you!”
SLAP!
“We do whatever we want, and you take it twat! You take it and thank us!”
SLAP!
“You will call us Master Rick and Master Bob!”
SLAP!
“You will refer to yourself and Slave, Cunt or Whore!”
SLAP!
“Is that fucking clear Slut?”
Rick spat onto Catherine’s face as he asked the last question.
“Y..yes Master Rick”
Rick was now truly in heaven. He was on top of Catherine Zeta Jones! The sexy Welsh beauty was completely under their control,
to use, abuse, rape, torture, humiliate as they pleased.

Rick’s hand flew up Catherine’s skirt. With his other hand, he began to squeeze her tits hard, mauling them.
He kissed Catherine again, brutal kiss on the lips, shoving his tongue into my mouth.
Catherine was too dazed to resist as he pried her legs open and
fondled her crotch, grabbing between her legs. He yanked Catherine’s black satin
thong panties off with one hand. He tossed them aside and pulled up Catherine’s dress,
one hand leaning on her shoulder to hold her down.

Catherine Zeta Jones cried out, but didn’t struggle. Rick shoved two
fingers inside of Catherine’s cunt. She was dry, and jumped a little bit.
Then Rick climbed between her legs and put his cock at her opening.
He shoved it hard into Catherine Zeta Jones’s dry cunt. Catherine yelled out in pain.
“Gaawwwwd! Nooooooo!!!! Oooooooommph!”
All this while Bob was shooting the action with a HD camcorder in his hand.
As her saw his buddy fucking Catherine, even he started going crazy, making vulgar sounds and yelling,
all the while encouraging Rick to ‘fuck the whore’. Rick grabbed Catherine’s shoulders with his thick hands
and started pumping himself in and out of her svelte body.
Rick was grunting and humping fucking like crazy. One of his hands
was squeezing Catherine’s ample chest through her dress. The other had a handful
of her lush hair, which he pulled while he was rutting like a pig.
Through her tears, Catherine saw Bob laughing and cheering Rick on, and he was
capturing on camera the full proceedings of her rape.
Rick let go of Catherine’s hair and stuck his middle finger up her asshole,
causing her to cry out again. Catherine tried to squirm away. Rick was banging Catherine Zeta Jones
like a maniac, his powerful legs spreading her apart. Catherine was building up to an orgasm, he cunt
juices started flowing offusely. Cathering was cumming, the orgasm rattled through her abused, bound body.
Just then Rick pulled her hair hard and slapped her face several times.
Each blow rocked Catherine’s head slightly but Rick kept it from moving too far.
After five or six very hard slaps, he stopped and pulled his cock out from Catherine’s cunt.

“I’m cumming, you twat!” Rick shouted, shoving his cock ballseep in Catherine’s throat,
then pulling back so that he could spurt his jism right into her wet, waiting mouth.
“Drink some jizz slave! Suck it down like the cocksucking piece of shit you are!”

Rick’s jism filled Catherine Zeta Jones’s mouth. It exploded off Catherine’s tongue like shrapnel and
soaked every corner of her mouth. It filled Catherine’s cheeks until they bulged like a
chipmunk’s. Catherine had never tasted cum before, and the flavor was so salty and meaty
that it made her head swim. Catherine Zeta Jones swallowed one gooey mouthful after another,
but she couldn’t keep up with the gluey tidal wave.
ln an instant gluey globes of cockslime were rolling down her cheeks.
Just as he was drying up, Rick pulled out of Catherine’s mouth and shot one on her eye.
“Lick me clean now Twat! Lick me like the 2 cent cocksucking whore that you are!”
He pulled Catherine down on his cock and forced her to suck it clean.
When Rick was satisfied, he dried it on her hair.
Catherine Zeta Jones’s sleek, sexy body thrashed and jumped on the dirty mattress, like a 2-cent gutter whore’s.

Catherine’s tormentors changed places, Rick got hold of the camera, while Bob came forward and smiled at her.
With a loud snicker, hesaid, “Cunt, the look on your face tells me that you really enjoyed that orgasm.
Don’t worry, before I am done raping your asshole, you will have several more. ”
Catherine was shit scared, she had neve taken anyone in her ass before, but she knew it was coming.

“Let’s turn her around, and get that ass nice and high,” Bob said and he and Rick quickly turned Catherine around
and flipped her onto her hands and knees.

“Damn look at that ass,” Bob praised the terrified Welsh beauty. “I can’t wait to tear your ass up Slave.
Why don’t you beg me to fuck your ass?”

“noo..please anything but that.. Please I beg you..”
Bob grabbed Catherine by her hair, looked into her terrified, humiliated eyes and said.
“Not too bright, are you, Bitch! You got the begging part right, but everything else is just plain wrong!
I think we need to teach you a lesson, Let’s string her up Rick!”

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Chapter 3- Catherine’s Punishment: The Agony and The Ecstasy
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Bob uncuffed Catherine’s wrists from behind her back, and recuffed them in front of her with a few inches slack
between them. He then pulled Catherine up by her hair and dragged her behind him to the chain hoist and raised
her hands over her head and placed the chain between her hands in the hook of the chain hoist.
Then he took the stockings out of
the package. He told Catherine to spread her legs until her feet were
against the eyebolts he had installed in the decking. Rick, in the meanwhile, had kept the Camcorder on a tripod and joined Bob in hoisting their slave up. He untied Catherine’s feet and placed them in cast iron manacles that had a 12 inch connecting rod. He went over to a cabinet and pushed a button raising the hoist hook until Catherine’s body was a good 6 inches from the ground.

“No! Please, no! Please no, please no, please no!”
Catherine Zeta Jones couldn’t stop begging. The words tumbled from her mouth as her abductors
tied her spread-eagled in the center of the warehouse. When they were finished
binding her, Catherine’s arms were spread high above her head, out to her
sides, her legs were spread wide. Catherine Zeta Jones was held off the ground, suspended by the cast iron manacles
that cut into her wrists and ankles.

“Please, please, please!” Catherine mumbled, her lovely, lean body was laced with agony.
Her long, beautiful legs trembled as she tried to find the ground in vain..
Her face turned white from the terrible strain and humiliation of being strung up like a side of beef.

“Please what, Catherine-whore?” Bob asked, uncoiling the whip on the basement floor.
Rick chipped in. “Please whip your sexy ass until it bleeds? Get ready for your first slave whipping, bitch!
I knew you had it coming, but you broght it onto yourself early with your disobedience.
A lesson to learn twat! If you disobey us, you get punished and then you obey us anyways!”
With these words Rick pulled back his arm; the split leather thong of the quirt
came down quickly onto Catherine’s taut breast, and Catherine Zeta Jones began to learn what pain was
really all about.

THWWAPP!!!!
THWAPP!!!!!
“Aiiiiiehh!!!”

Bob also got into action., his first lash burned across her soft ass.

Catherine cried in pain, weaving from side to side in face of this double attack.
Bright red welts rose on her breasts and ass almost instantly.
Bob’s second lash tore across the small of her back, and
the third curled around her lush right thigh.

THWWAPP!!!!
THWAPP!!!!!
“Aiiiiiehh!!! Gaawwwwd!! Please don’t hurt me!!!”

“It’s Master Rick and Master Bob, bitch! And you have to beg us to fuck you in the ass!
Now Bitch, stick your tits far, and beg me to whip them. If you do that I will give you five, or else five after you stick
your tits out. What’s it gonna be twerp?”
Catherine felt her face getting even hotter with shame, but she knew she could not risk disobeying
Rick any more. Sobbing she stuck her chest out for the whip and sputtered.
“Please whip my tits Master Rick! Please!!!”
Rick smiled and raised the whip above his head, and swung the lash at her right tit,
followed by another lash on her left tit!
Swisshh!!! Crack!!!
Swisshh!!! Crack!!!
Catherine’s pert breasts were by now all criss-crossed with red stripes.
The wailing Welsh beauty screamed, “No more! Please! I can’t take any more!!
Please!! Please fuck my ass Master Bob!” Catherine wailed out in broken sobs.
Rick smiled and brought the whip down across her flat stomach as hard as he could.
“NOOOOOOO!!!!!!, O god it hurts, Please noooooooooooooo!
Please fuck my ass Master Bob, Master Rick! Don’t hurt me anymore!”

Bob, in the meanwhile scored Catherine’s ass again, crossing the tender skin with lines of red,
making the firm flesh bounce and jiggle lewdly.
“Look at that sweet ass shake,” Bob said with a coarse laugh.
“You’d think it was a bowl of jelly the way it’s jiggling now.”
Catherine Zeta Jones burned with shame as well as pain. The scorn her captors treated her
with, the way they mocked her and treated her like a whore, was almost
worse than the torture and rape they visited on her defenseless body.
But it excited her too, and in spite of all her pain and exhaustion, in spite of
the brutal beating they were giving her, her hurt pussy began to squirm.
Catherine closed her eyes and tried to will away the sluttish ticklings of lust that
were creeping through her cruelly bound body.

Rick pulled another whip from the wall, it was a long, cruel-looking bullwhip. He
snapped it against the air once, then thrashed Catherine’s satiny flat stomach again.
The heavy whip bit into her stomach then curled around her soft, creamy side.

“The twat’s doing a pretty good job of shakin her pointy tits, too,” Rick
said with a smirk, as Bob was lashing her full asscheeks over and over again. “Do a
dance for us, Catherine-whore! Show us what a hot fucking cunt you are.”

The svelte Welsh beauty squirmed and thrashed at the end of her chains, writhing
in a desperate, useless effort to escape the torture her captors were giving her.
Her creamy ass was criss-crossed with angry red welts. Her upper thighs
and lower back were streaked with red, too.

Bob laid four quick strokes across her shoulder blades, as though noticing
that he had neglected her upper back for the first time. By the time he was
finished Catherine Zeta Jones was delirious with agony, wondering vacantly if someone had
set her on fire. Bob wrapped his vicious whip around her slender calves,
circling them with welts and made Catherine look as if she was wearing anklets.
Rick curled the slender strands of the cat around Catherine’s creamy inner thighs,
hitting her lush upper legs until the soft flesh trembled.
Then Rick stared aiming the bullwhip at her cunt.

“No!” Catherine gasped, her voice little more than a whisper, her eyes fluttering
closed and her slender, sexy body doing a sensuous dance on the end of
the chains that held her spread so vuinerably. “Not there!”
“Again! Disobediance! You are really a dumb mutt!” Rick said, and swung his arm up underhand, bringing the
wicked strands of the cat dancing up between Catherine Zeta Jones’s silky, quivering legs.

Pain exploded through the captive celebrity’s ravaged cunt.
Rick swung his whip with pin point accuracy. Bomb bursts of pain exploded
against both of her swollen, tortured pussy lips. Then the narrow tip of the
bullwhip smacked squarely against her stretched, raw clit.

Catherine shrieked, her beautiful brown eyes rolling back, spit spraying
from her lips as she convulsed in demented anguish. “Aggghhhh! Please no Master!
Please have mercy! Agggghhh!”

Catherine’s cunt was flexing uncontrollably. Her lithe, sexy body was twisting and
thrashing through a series of convulsions. Catherine’s head swung
wildly on her shoulders, her eyes unfocused, her mouth slack and drooling.
Piss squirted from her pussy in a strong yellow stream, soaking her creamy
inner thighs and splattering on the floor beneath her. Cunt-juice poured out
in desperate defense of her pussy, drooling from her peeled-back slit like
spit from a mouth, painting her blood-red pussy-lips a milky white and sliding
down over her trembling, piss-slick thighs.

“Shit, the sleazy slut’s getting off on it!” Rick’s cock was so long and
hard that it looked like it was going to explode. He swung his whip up
against Catherine’s brutalized cunt with all the strength his big arm possessed.
“The tramp’s cumming from getting her ass whipped off!”
“Aggghhhh! Please Master! Please have mercy! I am your slave cunt ! Agggghhh!”
Rick and Bob were both in seventh heaven. The sexy Welsh beauty was broken.
Now they could realize all their fantasies and inflict more pain and humiliation on her.

————–
Chapter 4- A Slave’s place- Lessons in humility for Catherine
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They lowered Catherine and dragged her back to the mattress, and dumped her there.
“Now bitch! Do you understand your role in life!?”
Bob asked Catherine as he grabbed her by her hair.
“Y..yess Master Bob! I am your cunt! Your and Master Rick’s slave!”
“That’s right bitch!” He said as he grabbed Catherine’s hair and planted his
lips on her pushing his tongue into Catherine’s mouth and kissed her long and hard.
“We own you now bitch! Now, thank us for punishing you.
Henceforth, don’t make me tell you. Whatever we do to you is a favor, you will thank us right away.
I am letting you off this one time, after this, you will be punished for this intransigence.”
“T..thank you Master Bob and Master Rick. Thank you for punishing me..”

“Tch..Tch..You really are a dumb cunt.” Rick sniggered.
“Thank your stars and your Masters that we are in such good mood tonight.
Simple Rules Slut:
You refer to yourself as Slut, Slave, Twat, Cunt or Bitch. Never say I or me.
You don’t thank your Masters like that. I’ll show you how you thank your Master.
Crawl to me now slut! ”
Catherine was dumbfounded and hesitated for a moment.
This was enough for Rick to take the bullwhip and give her a lash on her back.
“Up lazy twat! Crawl to me!”
Catherine sprang out of the bed and started crawling towards Rick.
Her body was a sonata of pain, but right now all she cared about was pleasing her Masters.
“Good, now kneel down in front of me.”
Catherine immediately obeyed.
“Now you put your head on my feet, rub your nose against each foot and the kiss each foot.
And say the slave thanks her master. Do it quick!”
Catherine leapt onto Rick’s feet like a most obedient dog. She rubbed her nose against his left foot first, and kissed it.
Then she repeated the encore on his right foot. Catherine Zeta Jones was a picture of perfect servility, as she looked
up to him and stuttered. “Slave thanks her Master for punishing her.”
“That’s a good slave. You are welcome slut. Now move on.”
Catherine sprang back into action, crawled to Bob and repeated the entire process with him.
“You are welcome twat. Rick, I need a piss, I’ll only be gone a few minutes, and then we can fuck this cunt’s ass.”

“Where you going Bob?” Rick asked. “We’ve a perfectly good urinal kneeling in front of us.
Go on piss in her toilet mouth.”

“That’s right, How did I not think of that” Bob exclaimed, “let the fucking slut have a drink.”

Then he looked at Catherine.
“Have you ever had a drink of piss before?” he asked.

“No Master,” Catherine replied. Broken as she was, drinking piss was still beyond her.
“Well here the rules are simple,” Rick said. “When
one of us pisses in your mouth you swallow it all. You
don’t spill a drop. If you spill any then the person
pissing in your mouth will give you ten strokes of the
cane across the soles of each of your feet. And what do you do when we’re done pissing?”

“Slave Thank you Master.” Catherine muttered.
“Haha.. right, fucking slave forgot her grammer.” Rick chuckled.
“Come on you whore,” Bob said with urgency in
his voice, “get my cock into your mouth now or I’m
likely to piss myself.”

Catherine now moved so that she was kneeling up and she
opened her mouth and closed it around Bob’s cock.
She had hardly closed his lips around the thick stem when her mouth was full of
hot acidic tasting piss. Catherine started to swallow as hard as she could as the
pissed poured into her mouth and down her throat like a torrential stream.
Bob’s piss was certainly very strong tasting and Catherine closed her eyes as she kept swallowing hard,
trying not to think what she was doing. At last Bob’s bladder was emptied and
the flow of piss petered out.

Bob placed his hands around Catherine’s head.
“Suck my cock now you slut, come on you whore suck my big cock now,” he growled.
“Wait Bob. Why don’t we put her on the bench, that way we can both get into the act.” Rick was not to be left out.

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Chapter 5- Assholes- Catherine into the Depths of Degradation
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“Good idea. Go across to the bench, slut” Bob ordered as loosened his grip on
Catherine’s head. “Move your lazy ass and lay across the bench with your legs on the floor
and your head hanging down the other side. Fast!”

Catherine, too blinded by pain think about anything, staggered across to the bench and lay
across it as ordered. Bob picked up a cane and said
“You are really a dumb slut. Who told you, you could walk like your Masters?
Slave sluts only crawl. You are going to get a good five for this.”
“Please Master.. forgive the dumb slut once. This will not happen again.
Please.. slut beg you” Catherine was trying to put forth her most docile, slavish face.
“Please Master….please…”

While Catherine was pleading, Rick had positioned her body so that her wrists and
ankles were about a foot away from the bottom and level with heavy metal fetters attached to
either side of the bench.
He snapped the fetters shut around Catherine Zeta Jones’s ankles and then moved to the top of the
bench.

He grabbed Catherine by her hair and laughed wildly, then spit right in Catherine’s face. His spit splattered
between Catherine Zeta Jones’s eyes and trickled down both sides of her nose. Rick was absolutely loving this. He levered
Catherine’s jaws open and spit again, this time filling her mouth with his spit. Catherine gagged and Rick spit again.

“You really are lucky slut. I am going to give you a chance to earn your mercy.
I am going to give you a chance to lock your pretty lips on my asshole,”
Rick chuckled squirming his ass all over Catherine’s face.
“You are going to earn your mercy by kissing and licking my ass, bitch!”
Catherine Zeta Jones whimpered with shame and disgust, but she had learnt enough to know refusal was futile.
She knew they were going to use her pretty mouth as a toiler paper sooner or later.
If she resisted, she would only get punished on the way to the inevitable.
“Now slut! Give my ass a nice, wet kiss!”
Catherine Zeta Jones brushed her lips over the tight ring of Rick’s shitter.
He moaned with pleasure, at the same time Bob said that he had positioned himself behind
Catherine with his cock pressing against the captive celebrity’s asshole.
Catherine, instinctively tightened her sphincter as she felt the big cock
head pressing against her asshole.Her lips were clamped to the filthy ring of Rick’s anus.

Bob was grunting but he was finding it very difficult to force his cock into Catherine’s tight hole.
He thrust forward a little harder and his big cock forced Catherine’s arse lips to open wider.
Bob’s huge cock entered the captive celebrity’s ass as Catherine let out a shrill
cry of pain into Rick’s ass. Catherine felt as if she was being split wide open.

Bob gave a smile of mild pleasure, and forced a little more of
his thick cock into the screaming actress’s body. Rick was in his own heaven.
He rocked his hips back and forth over Catherine’s trapped face,
smearing the filth of his ass all over the gorgeous, captive celebrity’s face.

Bob pulled a little way out and thrust back in again, out a little and then back in.
Now he’d managed to force four inches of his cock up his slave’s asshole.
Catherine was screaming and shrieking with pain as she thought that her
bowels would be split wide open.
“Give my asshole a great big wet kiss!” Rick exulted.
“Plant those slutty lips around my asshole and stick your tongue all the way inside.
French-kiss my asshole, Catherine you slave bitch! French- kiss my asshole
to tell me you belong to me!”

Catherine Zeta Jones planted her lush lips over the ring of Rick’s asshole, still
hoping that she could please him into slowing the assault on her own helpless ass-chute.
But to no avail, Bob continued to thrust in and out. Five inches,
six inches and then seven inches disappeared into Catherine Zeta Jones’s ass. His buttocks were flat as Bob pushed
ever deeper and Catherine continued to scream for mercy.
Her asshole could not hold up before the monstrous advance of Bob’s big cock-and the real pain began.

Catherine Zeta Jones whimpered with the agony that was flaring through her
captive, helpless body. She would have said or done anything to
stop the pain that was flowering out from the stretching outer ring
of her asshole. Her gorge rose again as she slipped her tongue up the filthy
chute of Rick’s asshole, but she squirmed her lips around the
tight, circular bud and drove her tongue into the dirty hole as far
as it would go. Catherine’s tongue touched something thick and moist and Catherine
thought she was going to die, but she squirmed her tongue
around inside the filthy channel as though she loved everything
she was tasting. She tried to divert her mind by thinking of other things.
But the pain in her ass and the taste and smell of Rick’s asshole were too real.
The lean, sultry Welsh beauty squirmed her upper body, her silky skin bathed in
glistening sweat from the strain, agony and the plain abject humiliation of what was happening to her.

Catherine again shrieked into the tight ring of Rick’s asshole as the
outer ring of her ass muscles gave way and her hole opened to
the ruining advance of Bob’s gigantic prick. The defeated Welsh beauty
could feel the muscles relax, worn to exhaustion by the relentless
pressure of Bob’s rock-hard cock. Then she felt them resist again as they were extended to the
limits of their elasticity. When they gave way the second time,
tearing under the merciless advance of Bob’s cock, Catherine thought she was going to pass out.

Rick turned around, grabbed Catherine by her hair and groaned.
“Suck my cock now slave, suck my cock,” he said as he
offered his long eight inch tool up to Catherine’s mouth.
Rick’s foreskin was pulled back and around the base of his cock head was a
coating of thick cock cheese. Catherine, no longer surprised, or resisting any abuse inflicted on her,
readily opened her mouth and took the cock in and started to suck and lick the cheese off.
Then she began to slavishly suck the cock down her throat.
Rick grabbed Catherine’s head and started to pull it up and down forcing
his eight inch long cock all the way down the Welsh beauty’s gullet.
Now Catherine Zeta Jones was being fucked from both ends.

Bob groaned, he couldn’t hold back much longer. The pressure in his groin was growing
second by second.He increased his tempo, Catherine’s ass muscles grinding into
his crotch was bringing him close to climax. Bob stiffened, he forced his
cock in to the hilt, it throbbed and shot it’s jism deep into the
Welsh beauty’s recently virgin asshole. Catherine came hard, she
thrashed around as much as the fetters would allow; Bob couldn’t hold
back anymore; his cock exploded, shooting load after load of hot,
sticky cum into Catherine Zeta Jones’s no longer virgin asshole.
The men smiled at each other over Catherine’s limp, defeated body.

“What do we do now asslicker?” Rick grabbed Catherine by her hair and taunted her.
“Maaaster Rick.. Slave thanks you for using her mouth, for letting her kiss your ass.
Master Bob, Slave thanks you for fucking her ass.. Master.. can this slut show you how grateful she is?
Please unbind me Master.” Catherine did not want to risk getting punished for not thanking them properly.
Rick released her limbs from the fetters and Catherine collapsed from the bench onto the floor.
Catherine immediately got down on her hands and knees and looked up at Rick.

“Thank you Sir Masters for using the slave’s mouth, ass and cunt. Slut is grateful”
Catherine muttered, as she put her forehead on Rick’s feet, rubbed her nose and kissed his feet.
Catherine then, crawled over to Bob’s feet and repeated the same routine.
“Good slut, you are learning” he said with a laugh “let’s get you doing a little housecleaning.”
He grabbed Catherine by her hair again, and growled at her.
“Now asslicker, you are going to clean all your piss off the floor there.
“Masters, slave is sorry for spoiling the floor. Slave will clean it up Master.
Can slave get a mop and water?” Catherine asked hesitantly.
Haaa!!Haaaa!!Haaa!!Haaaa!!
Both Rick and Bob guffawed loudly in response.
“Just when we thought you are learning, you have to do something stupid.
You really are a barebrained twat, who is fit to be only an asslicker.
Use your fucking tongue twat! Now, hurry up, clean it up!”
Defeated as Catherine was, this was stil beyond her wildest imagination.
She had never thought they would make her lick the floor clean.
She hesitated a moment, only to find a stinging lash on her buttocks.
“CLEAN IT UP ! WHICH OF THOSE WORDS CAN’T YOU UNDERSTAND ?”.
Humiliated beyond comprehension, Catherine started crawling towards the area where her piss had earlier spilled.
There was nothing that Catherine could do about that, she was no longer a real person she was
just the toy for her captors and she had to obey them.
Catherine Zeta Jones stuck out her tongue and started to lick and slowly cleaned up the piss and cum.
Catherine Zeta Jones had learnt another lesson in servility.

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