The Merciless Three Three young ladies toy with a man By Montrose The 74 Express bus rumbled up the highway from downtown, bringing me closer to my condo and respite from another hard week. For this ride, the entertainment was being provided by three provocative young ladies - all 18 if their conversation was to be believed. They giggled and jostled each other, standing in front of me as I sat on a sideways seat near the back door. They talked about some movie or other and a couple of boys, and then ripped into some poor female (consensus held that she was a painfully ugly slut). Being ugly was not a problem for any of them. The one that appeared to be Alpha Female was the tall blonde, six feet even in flats, wearing a short skirt and revealing halter top. Yummy grapefruits. She was slender and well toned - not skinny - her arms were almost a match for mine. Not that I work out or anything. Blondie might be one of those beach volley ball chicks; she looked athletic. She wore her hair free and cut medium length. Big round glasses decorated her small nose and blue eyes. She looked like an angel. Sorry about the cliché, but nothing else matches so well. She looked like she could fly and grant everlasting life. Stunning. Breath taking. A presence that radiated. Next on the food chain was a meaty lass, in an earthy wench sort of way. Long dishwater blonde hair held back in a pony tail. Short skirt again, only hers fit tighter around the ass. Her midriff exposing top flaunted her rounded tummy (pierced belly button) and struggled to contain her majestic rack. Seven inches of cleavage bounced about. She had mischief in her green eyes. She stood maybe five feet eight in her three inch heels and probably weighed the same as the six foot blonde - around 140 pounds. Last was a small Japanese girl, Five feet two and ninety pounds, dripping wet. Long black hair as sleek as silk. She had on a mock school girl outfit that drove me to full mast. Very erotic in a forbidden way. Mostly she smiled and agreed with whatever the other two said. Shortly after they had a whispering confab, we took a sudden corner and the little one toppled, falling over onto my lap. "Are you all right?" I asked as I held her in my lap, stroking her bare leg, my hand sliding further up on each stroke. She laughed and rocked on my groin, rolling her tiny bottom back and forth over my rod - all seemingly unintentional. "Christ, Pearl, Could you be more of a Daddy chasing whore?" asked the tall blonde. Pearl giggled and patted my chest. "Sorry Grandpa." She stood and fixed her skirt. "No worries," I said. "No trouble at all. And I'm not really that old, you know." The rounded one laughed. "I bet the old fuck loved it." I couldn't help but blush. "I'm not really..." "You hit it on the head, Janet," said the tall blonde. "He's turning red." "I bet I can make him redder, or at least harder." Janet, the rounded girl, turned and dropped her plump rump on my lap, then rubbed it around. I managed to keep from groaning out loud, but I could not help that my eyes rolled back in my head. My hands wondered to her hips. "Oooo! I can feel him growing." Truth be told, I prefer the healthy, rounded girls to the boney ones. Everyone was watching - women with scorn - men with envy. The tall blonde had such a presence, that no one dared stop them. She had only to glare and others turned away, man or woman. Janet got up. "Feel free to adjust yourself, Old Timer. That boner most be painfully bent by now." She was right. I dropped my paper over my lap and twisted my hips. My tool jumped up to a more comfortable angle in my boxers. Janet snatched my paper away, exposing the very obvious lump in my pants. The girls gasped. "He's as big as Johnny Butachello!" growled Janet. The longing in her voice gave me courage. "Bigger," gasped little Pearl. She even patted my trouser monster with her fragile little fingers. Janet slapped her hand away. I blushed deeper. Were they fighting over me? The tall blonde stepped in, parting the other two. She adjusted her glasses and took a good look at my crotch. "He's in the same league, at least." I gulped as she smiled down at me. "You intrigue me, old man. I believe we will follow you home." "Fol-fol-fol-follow..." "I don't see a wedding ring," Janet announced. "Divorced?" the tall blonde guessed. I nodded. I gulped. "Live alone?" I nodded. "Then it's settled." The blonde stood tall again. "This should be fun." * * * They followed me off the elevator on the eleventh floor, Janet playing with my butt the entire way. When we got to my door the tall blonde snatched my keys from my hand. I stepped toward her to take them back, but the other two blocked my way. "I think you better be a good boy, old man," said the blonde as she unlocked my door and let herself in. "I'm not that old," I snapped as I followed the other two girls into my home. Pearl closed the door and locked it behind me. "You're what... 45?" the tall blonde asked as she looked around at my paintings. "47." She turned and smiled. "Old." I gritted my teeth. "What are you girls doing here, anyway?" "As if you didn't hope," shot back Pearl, pinching my ass. "Maybe we're here to rape you," said Janet, flexing her broad shoulders. "Maybe we're here to rob you," suggested the tall blonde. I laughed. "You try robbing me and you'll all be leaving with tender backsides from a good spanking." The idea of them robbing me was so ludicrous that it cut through my discomfort. I didn't mention the rape thing, hoping it would come true. The girls lined up in front of me, Blondie in the middle, the other two flanking her. "You think you can take us?" I shrugged. "Of course. You're just girls." "One at a time, or all at once?" "No difference. Bring it on." I smiled up at her. She was an inch taller than me, but I weigh 165 - a 20 pound advantage - so I wasn't worried. The tall blonde smiled softly as she adjusted her rack in her halter top. "You got a lot of balls, thinking you can take all three of us. Not much brains, but a lot of balls." I smiled back, admiring the wiggle of her young melons. "Seems like I win either way - getting to fondle all three of you... bending you over my knee..." That's when she slapped me. I never saw it coming, but I sure as hell felt it. The little Japanese girl laughed. "You gonna take that, old man?" she asked. The sting humiliated and angered me. The taunt drove me to action. Enough nice guy. I brought up a hand to slap Blondie back. It never landed. The tall blonde blocked it, then shoved me in the chest with both hands. I would have taken a step back, but the well rounded one was kneeling behind me. When had she moved? Pretty damn quick and quiet for a busty gall. Anyway, I fell backwards over her, flat onto my back, hitting hard. At the very moment I hit the floor, Pearl came down with her shoulder on my chest so hard I thought she might have cracked my rib. I gasped and reached down. She slid over to sit on my chest backwards, holding my hands down by my balls. When she moved to do this, Janet sat on my knees and held my feet together with her arms. It felt like being firmly tied up. I was still gasping from the pain of the shoulder slam when the tall blonde jumped over her two friends and came down with her cunt tight under my chin and clamped her iron banded thighs around my neck. She pulled my hair to position me for choking. Then she squeezed so hard I thought she would crush my neck! Not only could I not breathe, but no blood was making it to my brain. I looked up at the blonde's angelic smile. She seemed to be admiring the shades of purple she was turning me without any obvious effort on her part. I tried to wiggle free. Nothing. The girls giggled at my lame efforts. "That was easy," said Janet down by my feet. "Piece of cake," said Pearl. "Too easy," said Blondie as she fluffed her hair. "This loser doesn't deserve to be so intimately touched by the likes of us." She gave my neck and extra squeeze. Did she know she would kill me if she kept up this kind of pressure for very long? I tried to ask her to let up. To beg if I had to. Nothing came out but a choked gurgle. "What's that?" she asked. "Trying to talk are you?" My mouth moved, but nothing came out. It felt like my eyes would explode soon. If she didn't let up, I was going to pass out. "Should I kill him?" asked Bondie. "No!" yelled the chesty one on my legs. "Let me play with him for a while." "Hmmmm." The Blonde cocked her head to one side, thinking. "I wonder which one of us he would choose for single combat." "Let's let him decide," suggested Pearl. I had gone blind and the room was wafting away. That's when Blondie lightened up on her hold. She still had my head between her solid gams and her clam under my chin, but it was just nestled there. She slapped me until I could speak. "You still with us, old man?" "M-m-mercy!" I stammered between slaps. "Mercy? What happened to you spanking all of us?" (SLAP SLAP SLAP) "I'm sorry! Please..." "Shut up." (SLAP!) I stopped whimpering. The other two girls got off of me. Blondie slid around into a school girl pin, sitting on my chest. I could see pink panties up her skirt. "So you figured out you don't stand a chance against all three of us. That lesson will cost you $300. Agreed?" "Yes." Her thighs on my shoulders frightened me. I felt heat coming from them. "Now please, let me up." She ignored my request. "How would you like a chance to earn your money back?" Her smile was so sweet and pure as she sat there, looking down at me. But I was suspicious, now. It had taken them 5 seconds to kick my ass as a group. Did they have some new trick coming? "He's scared." This was from the well rounded girl, bending down to look at me. Her jugs wobbled over my head. God, she looked like a fun ride. "He's too scared to do a damn thing, the fucking wimp." "Maybe he needs more incentive," suggested Pearl. Must be their idea girl. "Good suggestion," said the tall blonde. "How about..." she grew a mischievous grin. "How about, if you can beat just one of us, one on one, then you get your $300 back, plus sex with all of us, all night long. Otherwise, you owe us double." "Which one?" I asked. I sure didn't want to face Blondie. Her scissors would give me nightmares for years. "Your choice." Blondie stood and held out a hand to me. I took it and she pulled me up to my feet. I stumbled, still dizzy, but she supported me until I got my legs under me. "Just one of you?" "That's right." "Pick me!" "No! ME!" The other two seemed eager. I looked around. Again, they looked like the same pack of harmless, sweet young things I remembered from the bus. Damn. How did they just beat my ass so easily a moment ago? "I think he's too scared," said Janet with obvious contempt. "Pussy." I looked down at her. Her shoulders were broad. Better sculpted than mine, and thicker. She would be hard to knock over. Too sturdy for a sure win. I gulped. Maybe I was scared. Then I looked over at Miss Japan. So sweet and demure. Damn cute, too. Molestable would be a better word. I would enjoy smothering her to the floor and banging her tight ass until she cried for mercy. That would show them all! "I'll fight her." I pointed my big finger in her face. She backed up a step, quiet now. I smiled. She lowered her eyes. Was she afraid? I bet she knew what I was planning to do to her. "Fine," said Blondie. "Double or nothing, plus sex for you if you win." "From all of you," I said as my eyes ran all over the chesty girl. She smirked and tossed her wavy hair. She knew who I would pick first for a good fuck. The two other girls backed away to the walls leaving little Pearl with me. I began to circle my tiny opponent. My prey. "Sweetheart, you are going down," I snarled. Pearl silently readied herself, looking like a rabbit before a wolf. Suddenly, she spun and planted her foot in my gut. I stumbled and dropped to one knee, gasping for air. She slammed the side of my neck with a chop. I dropped to both knees, my right arm now tingling. Her foot recoiled then shot forward and mashed into my face. I fell on my back, tasting blood as my lips grew. "I tried to say "Holy shit!" but I was too out of it by then. Pearl teleported onto my chest and grabbed up my right arm in a kneeling arm bar, then calmly reached up over her shoulder and twisted my hand like she was going to unscrew it. Pain knifed down my arm and ricocheted all through my chest. I yelped and wiggled under her, but she had me trapped. The more I moved, the more it hurt. "What's the matter?" she asked as she twisted my hand even more. I was sure she would have it off in a second. "Am I going down yet?" "Please let go! I give! I give!" "You give?" she asked as she kept increasing the pressure. "But it's only been a few seconds. What happened to me going down? Don't you want to win and fuck us all?" (Twist) "Yes! I mean NO! I was wrong! I GIVE!" "Already? We just got started." (Twist. Twist.) "We're having fun!" (Twist) I began to actually cry. Like a baby. "Please! Oh please have mercy!" I begged and blubbered. "So... you admit you lost?" (Twist) "OUCH! Yes!" "Say it." "I lost." (TWIST) "LOUDER, BITCH!" "I LOST! YOU WIN! I LOST! OH GOD!" "Who's a dumb ass loser?" (Twist) "I AM! I'M A DUMB ASS LOSER!" "AGAIN!" (TWIST) "I'M A DUMB ASS LOSER! MERCY!" Pearl dropped that arm, then grabbed up my other arm and did the same thing until I was crying in great sobs. It only took her 90 seconds to reduce me to a mindless blubbering fool. She dropped my arm and stood over me. "You shouldn't have picked the second degree black belt, moron." she spat on me, then walked over to her friends. Janet gave her a high five. I rolled on the floor, crying and trying to get feeling back into my arms, gasping in pain, near shock. "That's $600 you owe us," said Blondie. "You got the money on you?" "No." I was truly frightened to admit it. "That's all right, Loser. Just give me your wallet and PIN. Pearl and I will nip out to pick it up. Janet can keep an eye on you until we get back." "Sure." The sturdy one stepped over me and stood looking down at me. "I'll keep both eyes one him." She hopped up and fell, driving her full weight, ass first, onto my stomach. My lungs emptied. Janet dug my wallet out from my pants and tossed it to Blondie. Blondie handed it to Pearl. "The PIN?" I looked up at them. I had no choice. Once I could muster enough air, I told them my PIN. Pearl and Blondie left. I hoped they would stop at $600. "This gives us a chance to get a little better acquainted, doesn't it?" Janet stroked my cheek. Her hand was soft. I nodded. Could I take her? She sure felt heavy sitting on my chest. Muscular too - not overly soft. I was getting the use of my arms back. Maybe if I could get a moment of advantage... She bent down and tenderly kissed my cheek. I flinched, but it felt real good. She smiled and licked my bruised lips. "Poor baby. Did that mean little girl beat you up?" We kissed. She was good at it. One of the best kissers I ever met. We rolled around on the floor, making out. She drove me to diamond hard wood. Then she whispered in my ear. "I'm going to fist your ass, now, Loser man." I jerked to get away. She chuckled, and kept me in her powerful arms. I fought like a hell cat, but she only laughed and kept me on the floor under her, sometimes twisting my arms in terrible directions. And always she would whisper to me. "Right up to my elbow." "This fist right here." She made me kiss her knuckles. "Gonna bang your hole until it rips wide open." Seven inches shorter than me and 20 pounds lighter, but she still out-muscled me on the floor. Her choke holds and bear hugs were inescapable. I tried begging for mercy. She ignored me and kept saying how much her fisting was going to hurt. Then she sat up on my face and undid my belt. No panties in sight under her skirt. I struggled, but couldn't breathe under her ample ass cheeks. My world was consumed by her butt crack - not that it was a small world. It was deep and pungent like a primeval forest. It was all I could see, feel, taste and smell. I grew weaker quickly from lack of air. Ignoring my feeble attempts to fight back, Janet pulled off my pants. "No more talk. The time for fisting has come." Her voice sounded far away through her hamms. I yelled up to her. "PLEASE! I'LL GIVE YOU ANYTHING YOU WANT!" I had to convince her or she might either smother me to death, or kill me by fisting! "Even a thousand more?" She asked it casually, as if it was of passing interest. "YES!" My heart leaped with hope that I could save myself for so little. She held one of my legs locked under her left arm and stuffed three fingers into my asshole. "OUCH! PLEASE!" "Relax. I'm just stretching you out a little. You'll thank me later." She wiggled her hand. I cried out in pain. "Please," I begged. "A thousand more!" "How about five thousand?" She began working in a fourth finger. "I have three thousand in the bank!" I cried. "OUCH! GOD! I can get more Monday! I I I... I have... OUCH... jewels... right here! Diamonds!" She pulled her fingers from my ass, cupped my balls in her hand and gave them a sharp twist. I shrieked in pain. A new pain burned up my sides. "Bring me the diamonds." She let go of my balls, wiped her hand carefully on my shirt, and got up, strutting over to a comfortable chair. She sat, legs wide apart. I hobbled out of the room, half naked, bent double, gasping, sucking in oxygen, pain jacking throughout my body. She had just forcibly finger fucked my ass, yanked my sack half off, and nearly snuffed me under her big butt. I was trembling with fear. Damn, she was strong. She hadn't even broken a sweat. Sure, I thought about the phone and police, but what if she caught me? I also thought about putting some pants on, but what if that got her mad? I changed my shirt quickly, not wanting to keep her waiting. I pulled out my valuables and limped back to the living room. She was on her cell phone. "Yeah, he talked, no problem at all. Three grand - yeah I'm sure it's all he's got. He wouldn't dare hold back." She pointed for me to kneel at her feet. I complied. "Plus he's got some crap we can sell. I'll see you when you get here." She folded her phone. I offered her the box. "Please don't hurt me anymore." She didn't take the box. "That's up to me, isn't it?" "Yes Miss." She spread her legs. "Eat me, Old Man. Show me that experience is worth something. And if I don't have fun, you die." Still holding the box up over my head, I crawled forward and stuck my face up her skirt. Her glistening pie called to me. I licked. She sighed. She tasted good. I licked her again, rimming her sweet puffy hole. "Good slave man. Keep it up." She finally took the box and fingered through it while I ate her to climax. By the time she came twice, her friends were back. "Having fun?" That was Blondie. "You gotta try this fucker. He knows what he's about with that tongue." She stood up and left me kneeling in front of the chair. Her groin rubbed my head as she stepped over me, leaving a wet trail. She handed the diamonds to Blondie. "I'm coming back for more of that tongue action, let me tell you." Pearl jumped into the seat next. With a big smile, she yanked her white panties off and pushed her little shaved pie in my face. "I haven't met a round eye yet that was worth a damn. You better be good!" I licked her, too. She liked it. A LOT. She fucking melted, is what she did. Janet had to pick her up after an hour of it. Blondie admired the diamonds the entire time. "I'm taking this wimp home," said Janet with Pearl in her arms. "Are you coming?" Blondie smiled at them. "Eventually, if he is as good as you say. See you tomorrow." "Put me down," purred Pearl. "I want him inside me." "Shut up you cheap slut," said Janet. "He would rip you in half with that big snake. Later, April. Have fun." Janet closed the door behind her as Pearl complained softly in her arms. I looked over at April. The small purse she had dangling from her shoulder bulged, probably with my money. She was still sifting my diamonds through her fingers. "Why do you have all this?" she asked. "Investment," I replied softly, still on my knees. "My retirement." "Not anymore." She strolled over and sat in the chair the other two had used while I ate them out. Her legs parted to avoid Pearl's wet spot, giving me a clear view of her pink panties. "How much would you say they are worth today?" She was admiring my best diamond. The girl had a good eye for stones. "Two, maybe three." "Thousand?" I gulped. "Hundred thousand." I saw her catch her breath. She whistled. "Janet must have been killing you to make you cough these up." She pulled a permanent marker out of her purse. "She..." I looked at her feet. "If she had... fisted me... she might have killed me." "I doubt it." April dismissed my fear with a wave of her lovely hand. "I've seen men she has fisted, and while they walked funny forever after, she has yet to kill one." She drew something on my forehead, admired her work, then put the marker away. I shivered. So, she hadn't been bluffing. She really did cram those big hands of hers up asses. "Would you like to earn some of this back?" asked April, holding up the diamonds. "Yes. Please." "Remove those." She pointed at her panties and lifted her bottom. I complied. A true blonde. But before I could get my tongue up her skirt she put her fingers to my face. "Swallow this one." She was holding one of my best diamonds. "Don't fake it or I'll break you in two." I looked at her thighs and knew that she could. "Yes Miss." I sucked the diamond from her fingers and swallowed - I would be sifting my shit for a tiny diamond worth 10 grand in the near future. She let my face up into her honey scented pie. My god, she was tight. And my, how she screamed with delight. She came even harder than Pearl. As she lay resting, and I sat at her feet, and she dribbled a few diamonds into her purse, she asked, "Can you keep a secret, my skilled slave?" "Yes, Miss." She whispered, as if drunk, but really just coming out of post orgasm high, "I am a RAGING nympho." She put a long finger to her full lips. "Don't tell anybody." My heart pounded in my chest. What luck! She stuck out her bottom lip in a cute pout. "I just can't get enough cock. I see cock and I just gotta have it all!" "Dear god," I whispered. "Yes... Poor... poor... me." She dropped a few more diamonds into her purse. "Poor little me." Then for the first time, she took off her glasses. "Maybe you could help me out, just for tonight. You having a..." she licked her lips... "a big juicy cock and all. You know?" I nodded eagerly. She slid off one flat shoe and ran her toes under my sack. I was blue vein hard, rubbing on her ankle and shin. "If you swallow the rest of these," she hefted a palm full of diamonds, "I'll let you take me doggy style. Over and over." "Yes, PLEASE, Miss!" I smiled up at her like a happy puppy. Money back and the most beautiful girl in the world? Sign me up! "You would do that for me?" "Willingly!" "Right now?" "Yes!" "Dream on!" BAM! She kicked me in the nuts with all the power in her long, firm leg. I broke into a cold sweat as the pain slowly rose up my sides. She calmly dumped the rest of the diamonds into her purse. "You really believed I would let you fuck me? Get real! I want to stay tight for a few more years. I'm not about to let some giant log like that near me." POW! She kicked my balls again, this time driving them up into my body cavity. That one actually lifted my knees from the floor. I collapsed at her feet, dry heaving from the pain. April stood and stepped on my face. She swung a foot into my gut. It made no difference. I was beyond feeling more pain. She even crushed my cock under her heel, and that was no worse than what she had done before. "You are a such a loser, Old Man." She grabbed up her panties and strutted to the door. Her young laugh echoed in my ears as she walked down the hall. Hours later, when I could stand, I saw that she had branded me. LOSER blared out from my forehead in bright red letters. * * * I see them now and then, on the 74 Express - all three of them. When they see me, they point and giggle. April waives car keys at me - a Jaguar. Janet makes a fist at me and winks. Pearl shows me an "L" for loser with her fingers on her forehead. I do nothing. I don't want any trouble. * * * A month later, my worst nightmare became real. Late one Saturday night, Janet opened my door and stepped in. The strong, well rounded one was back. The fisting, smothering one. She was alone, dangling a copy of my key. I learned later that she had made an imprint of it using Silly Putty while I was eating her out. In her other hand she held an enormous fake penis. With straps on it. The massive thing dwarfed my own real tool. She smiled and closed the door behind her. "Hello, slave man. You didn't think I would let you off that easy, did you? I just needed a little money to buy this toy." She waved the cock at me. "Now I'm going to share it with you." "B-b-but, it's t-t-too big." "It will fit... eventually." Her green eyes danced with mischief. "You know, you should thank me." "Thank you?" "Yeah. Because your money paid for it, I'm giving you the first ride. Or ride_S_, really. Plural. I'll be at it for hours." The look on my face must have been comical, because she was laughing heartily as she strapped that thing on. I fell to my knees in despair. Of all the Merciless Three, she is the most without mercy.