Immoral people capitalizing on the innocence of others to attain their goals-a story as old as man. The Bible, history books, law books-all contain examples.
And when the innocent victim is young, the story is so much the sadder...
The women in this book are the victims of immoral people. They find themselves caught in a web of depravity and perversion they never dreamed existed. And, after being forced to suffer one humiliation after another, they become little more than obedient animals, catering to the whims of their captors.
ROPED AND RAPED COUSINS-the shocking story of innocent women learning the sordid truth about human nature. A story with a lesson for our uncaring society.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"You stupid little slut! You fuck around with every man, don't you? Just like your mother!"
Donna clamped her hands over her ears, lowering her eyes and feeling hot tears spilling down her cheeks. The harsh words from her aunt rang like gunshots through the room.
"How dare you? How dare you write something filthy like this? Answer me!"
Donna felt her aunt grab her hard by one wrist and shake her violently. Her head bobbed back and forth while her long black hair splashed across her face. Aunt Alice's fingernails were digging into her flesh as she kept screaming that terrible word over and over again-"SLUT!"
"I...I didn't mean anything by it. Really, I..."
Aunt Alice was holding Donna's diary in one hand, the small blue book opened to a half-completed page on which, only moments ago, she had been writing. Her aunt's face was red, contorted with rage as she shook the diary in front of Donna's eyes.
"You fuck around with every man, don't you? You fuck just like your mother did," she repeated, throwing down the book violently and shaking the daylights out of the wailing girl with both hands.
"Stop it, Aunt Alice! Please!" Donna cried. Anger rose in her like bile as she heard her mother maligned once more.
"Don't talk back to me!" the woman shrieked, her anger reaching hurricane pitch.
Raising one hand, she brought it down in a wide arc, the fingers and palm striking Donna's right cheek. The girl screamed, her head snapping to the left while her hair flew about her throat and face. Donna wailed again, feeling her knees giving way. The attractive thirty-four-year-old woman continued her hysterical tirade.
"You don't have to defend your mother to me. I knew her, Donna-knew her better than you think. She couldn't keep herself away from men. That's how your father found her, in the arms of another man, FUCKING, do you hear me?"
Alice was screaming into the teenager's ears, once again holding her tightly with both hands.
"Who's the boy you're seeing? Has he done anything to you-sullied you?"
Donna was terrified of her aunt. She'd been living with her and her cousin now for nearly four months, since her parents were killed in that awful traffic accident. It was rumored that her mother and father had had a terrible argument about their rapidly failing marriage at a party. That argument, it was felt, led to the careless driving of her father and the violent end of both. Now Donna was strapped to a woman she'd never liked-harsh, puritanical, even cruel. All four months had been like living in a prison. Her cousin Trina was a little hypocrite, pandering to her mother's moral ideas while actively flirting with boys at school. All she'd done was write down some fantasies in her diary. Her aunt, ever watchful, had sneaked into her room, seen the words being written down, and had gone wild with moral outrage.
"No one! Th...there's no one," she sobbed, biting her lower lip. There was a young boy at school, someone who'd been talking to her more and more lately in the halls between classes. He was so old-fashioned, she thought. He'd even offered to carry her books home twice, something right out of a Jack and Jill comic book.
"Lying slut!"
The hand came down again, knocking the girl to the floor this time. Her head throbbed from the force of that blow. Oh, she should fight back, hit her aunt, slap her as many times as she'd been slapped. But where would she go? There was no one who'd take her in. She'd be left on the streets of Los Angeles. Oh, how she hated Aunt Alice! How she wanted to drive a knife into her at this point.
"Filthy, horrible book!" Alice said in a low, trembling voice.
She was tearing the diary in half, pulling out the pages and rending them into shreds. Donna saw the pieces falling about her like snow. Nothing she had was left the same after this woman touched it.
"Don't ever let me see you writing something filthy like this again, understand?" Alice said, throwing the remainder of the torn diary at her niece's feet. "If I do I'll throw you into the streets and you can live the life of a whore just like your mother did."
With that the older woman turned and stalked from the room, slamming the door behind her. Donna lay on the floor for several minutes, sobbing, crossing her arms over her high-riding tits and rocking back and forth. Her world had come crashing down suddenly four months ago. She still lived in a bleak universe, growing more barren by the second. Trina! Her damned cousin Trina, always being held up to be such a model of virtue. She wondered what her aunt's face would look like if she were to know what her daughter really did? Slowly Donna Williams regained her composure, scraping the scraps of her diary together like leaves being gathered for a bonfire. The thoughts and hopes of an entire year were there, now torn beyond repair. The tears now fell silently down her cheeks as she dumped the torn pages into the basket. Where was Trina now? Why didn't her aunt question her about the girl? Did she really believe her daughter was at cheerleader practice? It was nearly six o'clock now, one hour after the school was closed to any sort of athletic activity. Trina had the run of the place while she had to be home by four!
"Damn, damn!" Donna sobbed, biting down on her lips, swearing she'd get out of this prison if it were the last thing she did.
Several blocks away from the house, Trina Farraday, the blonde teenage daughter of Aunt Alice, was discovering she had perhaps gone too far with her flirting. What she thought was going to be a private, heavy-petting party for two was turning into something quite different.
"Let's clean 'er up first," Jack Wilson said as he held her tightly around the waist with one hand. The other was still holding her hair, jerking it back so hard the cringing girl thought he was going to tear it from her scalp.
"Why? Why are you doing this to me?"
Trina was horrified at how this was turning out. She knew Jack was wild and ran around with a crowd most of her friends considered unsavory. They had all dropped out of school years ago, though they hung around the schoolyard selling dope to the kids and trying to get into the girls' pants. Trina hadn't let them really touch her, although she wiggled her pretty little ass temptingly in front of them whenever she could. It felt delicious teasing the men that way. She could feel their eyes burning through her clothes, feel the warmth of their aroused bodies as they mentally undressed and fucked her. Of course she wasn't w going to go further than maybe some heavy petting. She thought that this was going to be such a session. She and Jack had broken into the school after everyone left, sneaking into the basement dressing and shower rooms. No one, not even the janitor, would find them there, Jack had told her. Trina had felt the excitement building in her cunt as they crept down the half-lit corridors, the smell of sweaty clothes growing stronger as they approached the gym area.
But when she stepped into the boys' locker room, she found two other men waiting for her, friends of Jack's she'd seen around the schoolyard. Before she had a chance to question him or run, Jack held her prisoner, his gruff manner becoming absolutely violent.
"Shaddup!" he growled, baring his teeth as if he were going to tear out her throat.
Trina felt her flesh crawl as she leaned back away from the young, thick-muscled man. His black mustache and unkempt beard gleamed, it seemed, with evil. His fingers dug painfully in her arms, leaving small bruises as he dragged her through the locker room, his friends following behind them. Now they stood in the communal showers, the bright slick tile reflecting the fluorescent lights overhead. Trina blinked, looking from one man to the other. She could find no mercy here.
"Waggin' that ass around, prancin' it as if you was gonna sell it or somethin'," the first man said, running his callused fingers through his stringy blond hair.
"Yeah, and you knowin' all the time you weren't gonna put out. Man, you're nothin' but a shitty little cock-tease. And we're gonna make you pay for it, bitch," the second dark-haired man said, his thick lips curled into a smile revealing a double row of yellowed teeth. Trina felt sick to her stomach.
"Come on, come on, let's see the fuckin' pig squeal," Jack said, yanking down on her hair again.
Trina's eyelids fluttered as the pain grew almost unbearable. She pulled away again, her fingers clawing instinctively against the big man's bare arms. He smelled of sweat, beer and stale cigarette smoke. Suddenly all the things that had appealed to her became repugnant. Oh, how she wanted to run, run back to the safety of her mother's tyrannical home. Anything, she felt, would be better than this.
"Come on."
She kept her head down, her long blonde hair falling over her face. With one shove Jack thrust
Trina forward. She stumbled, raising her hands to sweep her hair from her face. Her scalp and arms ached from the brutal treatment and she rubbed those injured areas briskly with her hands, crouching like an animal in the shower area, waiting for their next move.
"Get 'er up," Jack barked.
She had tripped and fallen sprawling on her hands and knees onto the cement floor just inside the raised floor sill. Big hands grabbed her shoulders and held her upright. Then someone was tearing her blouse away. The ripping sound made her mind cry with terror. Jerking both arms around her chest, she tried to keep them from stripping her.
"No, no, don't do this! HELP, HELP!"
But no one would hear her futile cries. The two men laughed, shredding her blouse, bra and skirt from her body, shamelessly pawing her, slapping her bare, plump ass-cheeks after tearing off her briefs. Trina wheeled and twisted around and around, trying to cover her tits and pussy with her crossed arms. She bent forward slightly, her face burning with shame and guilt.
The bigger of the two men turned Trina around and pulled her arms down roughly. He reached around and pinched her nipples, watching the girl's face register shock and horror at what he was doing. She was naked, naked for the first time in front of men. And they were laughing at her, hurting her as if she were nothing!
"This is gonna be real good," Jack muttered, picking up the nozzle of the hose used to wash down the shower floor after the football team practice. He examined the brass tip, fiddling with it to get the maximum spray, then holding it down between his legs as if it were an extension of his cock.
Trina backed up, trying to hide her pussy from the laughing eyes of that group. Her waist-length hair hung in tangled clumps all around her terrified face. Some claw marks started to appear around her tits and ass where the men had held her brutally. She felt her chest tightening, her mouth becoming as dry as cotton as she looked at the three men.
"You ever seen anything as pretty as that, Ron?" the leader asked, rubbing his crotch with one hand while still holding tightly onto the hose.
"Naw, nothin' like it."
Trina surveyed the men, measuring them as she tried to press herself backward through the walls. Her hair stirred, flying across her tits as she turned her head one way and the other, desperately searching for an escape. They were still laughing at her, calling her all sorts of terrible, filthy names. Suddenly the girl's pride rose sharply, making her eyes harden. She felt her mouth set in a tight line. Jack laughed, noticing her change.
"You think you're gonna get outta here fast, don'tcha? Baby, you're gonna be here as long as I want it."
A wild notion that she could beat him rose inside her. Trina raised her chin and she smirked back at the men. She didn't care what they said. They couldn't break her spirit. She wasn't like her cousin Donna, always crying around the house about how miserable she was without doing anything about it. She wasn't like that.
"OH!"
A blast of hot water smashed into her rib cage. She opened her mouth in surprise. Jack and his other buddy, Brad, had uncoiled the heavy hose and were now playing a stream of scalding water over her body. Ron worked the dual knobs behind them that admitted hot and/or cold water into the nozzle. Trina struggled to stay afoot. The initial blow had been a shock, nearly sending her onto her ass. She skated unsteadily and slid on the wet floor. The smooth-finished concrete was like ice under her bare feet.
"Stop it, STOP!"
She was screaming, trying to protect her cunt, tits and face from the heavy stream. The steaming jet of water roared and splashed in the small room. She could hear Jack shouting something about cleaning animals for the market. It made her angry. She glared at the men, summoning enough energy to spit in their direction. But the effort made the next blast of water catch her unawares. The stream shot down to her ankles, sending her toppling head-first to the floor.
"OH!"
Trina tried to struggle to her feet again. She was humiliated, blind with fury, forced to act like this in front of these men. She couldn't stop them or stop the strange sexy feelings rising in her pussy. This was something she'd never counted on. It was like one of those S & M stories she'd seen in the magazines her girlfriends passed around in the john. Three husky men alone with her in a shower room, each of them-she was sure-wanting her. But Trina wasn't sure if she could go that far. Even with all the rebellion in her mind against her mother's terrible morality, the blonde felt nervous, afraid about letting a man "go all the way."
"Unghhh!"
The water hit her like a hammer now, moving up to her pussy, opening her cunt lips and setting a lusty flash of fire on her clit. Trina doubled up, her mouth opening wide as the blast of erotic sensation nearly paralyzed her. No one had ever done anything like this to her. Jack once had touched her pussy, working his fingers into her tight hole while she closed her legs and milked her thighs against his wrist. But that was the most daring thing she'd done. Jack had promised her more and she half-agreed with him that she'd try. "UmmmOOHHHH!"
"Man, look at her. She's turnin' onto the fuckin' water," Ron said, playing with the controls. At times cooler water would hit the girl, only to be followed by a stream that nearly burned off her flesh.
"Oh no, NO!"
The water was just hot enough to make her sweat under it. The girl rolled onto her belly, trying to get her pussy away from that terrible, teasing stream. She knew it was wrong to feel things like this. And this was happening to her in public. Three men were out there behind the puffs of steam now rising from the slick concrete floor. They were torturing her, playing with her as if she were a sex toy, training that stream of water on her, watching her buck and hunch and jerk while the drops teased and heated her tight, virgin cunt. "STOP!"
Trina's long hair tangled around her neck, catching under her shoulders. She fought to get free from those coils. Jack and Brad moved the stream up, now shooting the water straight up between her thighs. Trina's eyelids opened wide, her head thrown back while she hunched back at it involuntarily. Oh, this was utterly shameless! She'd done some wild things before, but this was another story. The blast of hot water against her ass and pussy mouth was like a huge tongue, driving into both holes at once.
"This is...is wrong," she told herself, her face mirroring the confusion and arousal torturing her mind and body. Her slick body moved like a snake's on the wet, smooth concrete. She didn't dare turn to face the stream. The force of the water would drown her if those men chose to do it. No, they wouldn't kill her. What a silly idea. But still the thought circled her brain again and again as she fought the steady stream.
"It's right, baby...real right for you. You're a bitch, a little bitch, diggin' this," Brad shouted, nudging Jack in the ribs as he helped his buddy torture the young girl.
He was right. Her mother had kept calling cousin Donna a whore, the daughter of a slut. But she, Trina, was the whore! She was the one who couldn't keep her pussy to herself. And now that was causing her all this trouble.
Jack and Brad stepped around, directing the flow against every part of Trina's lithe body. The girl tried to keep her face and tits away. But there was little chance of that. All the young men were really into this act now. She could tell from their silence they were watching her with increasing sexual interest, their cocks hard, throbbing against the fronts of their Levi's. As she twisted and crawled helplessly over the shower room floor, they all wanted to fuck her, she knew. But there was something more in their look, something more in the tones of their voices. Fucking, yes. But there'd be more than just that before they finished.
CHAPTER TWO
Trina looked out the door. Thick clouds of steam rolled from waist-level to the ceiling, hiding Jack's face for a moment, then revealing it. His eyes had an odd savage brightness.
"OHHHH!"
The water blasted against her tits. Her nipples drove into the firm flesh of her titties. She felt the whole mass of each tit aching with arousal. Oh God, this was awful-terrible! The outside heat of the water and inner heat of her pussy combined to make the girl pant as much from excitement as from the battle with the stream.
"Crawl, baby, crawl around on the fuckin' ground. Man, you're good at that...real good."
The heavy rush of water on her clit-zone and cunthole made Trina's hips rise and fall. She cried out in a mixture of shame and lust, letting her upraised knees fall open. She tried to stop her insane horniness by holding her hands over the wet clump of cunt-hair. Her hips still rolled: Worse yet, she found her fingers actually digging into her cunt, working against the slick, warm pussymeat, arousing it still further while the water played its devilish trick.
"Fuck it out, bitch-go on, fuck it out!"
They were screaming at her now. She couldn't hide her scalding arousal from them. The sheer power of the water made her flesh eager for more abuse. Trina couldn't keep herself from fucking back at the stream, actually wishing it were a cock-a nice, long thick cock reaming out her hole. Once or twice she wished Jack would throw down the hose and come over to her, throw her down against the floor and fuck her like the bitch she was.
Trina shoved a fist to her mouth, gnawing on her knuckles. No matter how much the hosing aroused her, she didn't want them to see her starting to cum.
"AHHHHH!"
And starting to cum she was! Incredible as it was, the young woman was teetering on the brink of orgasm, and all over some hot water. Christ, what kind of slut was she? A man hadn't even touched her and she was ready to pop off! The girl closed her eyes and lay there, completely exposed to the water. She felt the unmistakable tension in her crotch, the same tension she felt when toying with her cunt in bed at night. Yes, yes, she hoped the men would stop when she started to cum. If they kept on, she knew she wouldn't be able to resist anything they did to her until her orgasm tapered off.
Trina twisted her hips, actually looking for the stream. It was starting to feel more and more erotic, personal. The whirling ball of sexual hunger in her crotch accelerated, sharpening as the water beat at her clit. The young blonde writhed, reaching up, trying to get the flow of the stream on her clit.
"OHHHHH!"
Her skin squeaked on the cement floor. Trina wanted to feel that tremendous sensation she'd felt many times at home-the sudden itchy, achy release after a tremendous building of pressure in her cunt. She gritted her teeth, trying to force the peak to sweep over her.
Jack knew what was happening. He swept the water away from her cunt.
"NOOOOOOO!"
It was terrible-awful! They purposely left her hanging there high and dry. The sudden cessation of heat in her pussy made the excitement inside her recede a bit. Then when Jack moved the stream back to her slot, the renewed blast sent it climbing higher. Jack laughed, wiping the sweat from his brow, training the water on her cunt, then moving it up to her tits, only to bring it back to her pussy again.
"Go for it, you little bitch. Come on, fuck it out," he snarled.
They knew! They saw! They knew she was burning up with lust. Oh, how good it was to feel the water toying with her nipples now. It was forcing the rubbery tips up toward her face. The underswell of her tits throbbed under that hot flow.
"OH!"
He was back down to her cunt again, this time the blast opening the flesh around her clit. It was like having a mouth sucking and licking at the whole top of her cunt mound. Trina groaned, tensing herself as she tried again to rush her climax.
"No, baby, not yet," Jack said, dropping the water again to her feet.
Trina could have cried with frustration. Nothing, nothing she could do, it seemed, could bring off her orgasm. Whenever she was close, Jack and Brad purposely moved the stream away from her pussy.
"Oh, oh, OH!"
The girl didn't care what they thought of her. She didn't care now that she was a virgin. She had to cum, had to have that release, or she'd go mad. Jack purposely was playing the hose between her spread thighs. Only the softer, reflected drops hit her cunt. The water bounced from the floor to wet down the rounded bottoms of her ass-cheeks. Trina raised her buttocks, putting her hands on her ass-cheeks and spreading herself wide for the water. She felt the wild thrill of the blast against her ass-hole.
"UGHHHHH!"
Now the force of the water had aroused every part of the girl. She had never felt such a powerful need built up in her cunt. Even the insides of her thighs ached for release. It was there, there, just within reach. Trina strained, lowering her raised thighs. She had to feel that stream on her clit. The top of her cunt was tied in knots of hunger, waiting for that last push over the edge. Her hips rolled and circled, looking for that last bit of hot sensuality that would send her jerking off into orgasm. "OOOWHHHHH!"
Suddenly there was a change, a jolting blast of icy water hitting her cunt dead center. Her cunt clenched like a fist at the sudden change. She could almost hear the slapping of her cuntwalls as they clamped down on nothing but thin air.
"Man, she's goin' nuts."
Trina was indeed going crazy. The teen couldn't believe how much her orgasm increased, how long the clenching of her cunt muscles lasted. The freezing water seemed to immobilize her cunt, holding it at a nearly unbearable height of pleasure-pain. She couldn't let her other muscles feel the tearing waves of her cum until the blasting water moved from her pussy.
"OHHHHH!"
Her eyes rounded and her mouth opened as moan after moan escaped her mouth. Her chest spasmed, battling against the chill of the rushing stream. She heard those filthy men laughing. But it didn't matter any more. All the girl wanted was to have those powerful streams stop.
Completely out of control, Trina wanted to shriek, but the water and gut-wrenching power of her orgasm wouldn't let her. She jerked and writhed on the floor like a speared fish, knocked semi-conscious by the onslaught against her nerves.
"Cum, cum, cum..." Trina cried.
She knew her mind was fading out even as she tried to regain control of her body. The sound of the water drowned out the laughter of the young men behind her. She rolled over, feeling the hard stream blasting against her spasming ass-hole muscles. Trina strangled on her sobs, her breath shortened by her climax. The bright, steamy shower room darkened and the girl dragged her fingers on the cement, trying to get away from the water.
"Go for it, bitch, go for it," Brad shouted, directing the stream first over her shitter, then down to her convulsing cunt.
Her skin was painfully tight, stretched over her bones like canvas. Her nipples were hard and hurt in a pleasurable way. Her wrinkly areolas tightened until the whole surface of each tit both hurt and delighted her. Trina reached the opposite wall, still clawing at the cement floor to get away.
"Oh, oh, OHHHH!"
The naked, climaxing girl climbed halfway to her feet, her head tilted back. The water hosed her shoulders, forcing her tits to the wall. With another groan Trina's arms collapsed. She slid down into the gutter at the edge of the floor. Yes, she had her first massive climax, an orgasm that had knocked the senses out of her. It was as if the whole world had crashed down into her cunt. The water stopped and the room fell into a sudden silence.
"Baby, you're one hell of a trip-you know that?"
Jack dropped the hose, making his way carefully over the slippery floor and standing next to her. Trina rolled her head to one side, looking up heavy-lidded at the big man. Her body was warmed by a comforting glow while her cunt lips slowly slackened.
"Let me go," she whispered softly, feeling as if every ounce of strength had been sapped from her.
"Not yet," Jack said, slipping one booted foot under her hips and running the rough leather up and down her soft belly flesh.
Trina shivered at the cold touch of the shoe material. He was smirking at her, the front of his Levi's tenting up as his prick grew hard and thick. The girl turned her head the other way, not being able to stare at him in the face any more. He'd seen her fucking that stream of water, bucking her body around like a bitch in heat. Shame flooded her mind.
"Come on, baby, don't you wanna fuck us...all of us?"
He jerked his foot up, rolling Trina onto her ass with a sharp upward jerk. "Ugh!"
Trina moved her arms over her cunt. God, it felt as if she were moving through molasses. It was so hard to think, to push her arms and legs around. And yet she knew she had to protect herself.
"Come on, don'tcha want your pussy stuffed with cock?"
With that, Jack slid the toe of his boot over her belly again, moving it down until the torn leather tip was trailing over her cunt lips.
"Don't...don't do that," she pleaded, raising her head and watching what was happening.
"Come on, come on, don'tcha wanna fuck us all?" Jack repeated.
"No, no," Trina said, her forehead wrinkling with fear.
Jack moved around, standing between her widely splayed thighs. His buddies watched at the shower room doorway quietly, rubbing their fingers over their crotches in excited expectation while Jack toyed with the girl. Behind her the hose dripped noisily on the wet floor. Trina curled her fingers into fists, pressing them hard against her thighs. All this was coming to a head. She knew it!
"Yeah, a nice, hot cock moving in and out of that tight little hole," he said in a soft, panting voice. At the same time, the big man shifted his boot back and forth, sliding it up from the bottom of her cunt lips up to her clit. Letting out a gurgling moan, Trina felt her clit springing up suddenly, the rounded slick tip touching the leather boot. Oh, she thought it was all over! Nothing could have aroused her. And now there she was, feeling her body responding to this man's treatment.
"Stop it-please, stop!"
"Stupid," Jack said, hooking his fingers around the tops of his Levi's after having unzipped them.
Trina watched in fascinated horror, the feeling of guilt and shame washing over her once again as she thought about her mother and what she'd always been told about girls who go to bed with men before marriage.
"OH!"
It was the biggest, strangest thing she'd ever seen in her life! Jack was standing there, his Levi's curled down just below his knees. Hanging there like a fat tree trunk was his...his cock! Yes, there it was, fat and long, at least eight inches, ribbed with throbbing blue veins and capped with a purplish head drooling some sort of liquid.
"Gonna fuck you now, baby. That's just what you been wanting all this time. Come on,, guys. You can get a piece of the action too."
"Yeah, good hot, tight mouth," Ron said, unzipping his Levi's and stepping out of them.
Brad followed, the two men stripping quickly and padding over the slippery floor to the struggling girl now pinned under Jack's body.
"No, no, HELP!" Trina screamed.
Jack had fallen on top of her, his knees shoving hers apart while his prick edged up to the bottom of her cunt-mound.
"Go on and scream, you fuckin' little whore. Ain't no one around this dumb school 'cept the janitor. And he's out like a light in his room," Jack whispered, lowering his head and biting hard on her right earlobe.
Trina squealed, her legs shooting apart. She managed to work her arms free and beat savagely on his chest. But nothing could beat him off. He was too big, too heavy for her to fight. The girl felt sick with disgust. All her hypocritical actions, all her shameless flirting, all the ways she'd ignored and thus hurt her cousin Donna, were being paid for in full right now.
Trina felt Jack's hand coursing over her naked outer thighs. He was telling her terrible, awful things about the way he was going to fuck her. He said she'd be crying when he stuck his prick into her cunt. Trina didn't believe him. She felt she might be crying all right, but certainly not from pleasure.
"HELP!" she screamed again.
"Goddamn it. Get me somethin' to stop up her fuckin' mouth," Jack said.
Arching his back and moving away from the girl, he raised one hand, sweeping it down and striking her hard across the right cheek. He backhanded her, then struck her a third time. Trina screamed, her shrieks quickly turning to moans. The girl's head tossed from side to side, her hair falling over her flushed cheeks. Oh, how her brain throbbed as the sensation of those slapping fingers lingered on her cheeks! The blonde realized she had better remain quiet if she expected to survive this latest humiliation and torture without passing out.
"Here you go," Ron said, running back to his trousers and pulling out a dirty, foul-smelling jockstrap from the pile.
Jack took the garment, chuckling nastily, then curled the waistband around his fingers and stuffed the ribbed pouch into the girl's mouth.
"MMMMMFFFFF!"
Trina's eyes widened, her nostrils flaring as she stiffened her tongue and tried to push the foul-tasting object from her mouth. She wanted to vomit. She felt the bile rising in her throat as Jack slapped one hand away and shoved more of the jockstrap in. He kept telling her to taste it, to really enjoy it because he was going to make her suck off one of the guys and the cock would taste something like this.
"STOP IT!"
He was playing games with her, teasing her by kneading her white flesh into small knots, clenching them in his rough fingers and pinching them so hard she yelped like a kicked puppy. He bruised her inner thighs with his hands. Trina cried out again, jerking her head around and opening her mouth. She was going to bite his ear, to do something to fight back.
"BITCH!"
Jack saw what was coming and jerked his head away. Trina's teeth clamped down on nothing. She knew instantly she'd be punished for this. He called her a few more vile names, then backed up and whirled her around onto her belly. He rubbed her ass-cheeks, squeezing them harder than he'd squeezed her inner thighs. Then, clenching his teeth, he began spanking her, slapping his broad palm again and again over her ass-cheeks.
Trina worked her hips from side to side and tried to scream, but Jack had made sure the jockstrap was stuffed in well. He had looped the waistband around the back of her head, keeping one hand firmly pressed over her mouth and nose while using the other hand to torture her tits and clit.
"Come on, let's go for it," Jack said, pulling back again.
Jack rolled her onto her ass once more, hitching her knees up and mounting her slowly. He signalled Ron to come on down and slide between them.
"UNNNGHHHFFF!"
Trina felt her body pressed between Jack's hard body and the wet concrete floor. She was getting oh, so hot! It was happening all over again! Jack's prick was inching through her cunt thicket, pressing against her cunt lips, now actually spreading them apart and touching the outer folds and hollows of her cunt mouth. Strange flashes, both cold and hot, ripped through her pussy as he started inserting his cock.
"Hey, man, someone's comin', " Ron said, jumping up and running for the door.
"Yeah, come on, let's leave the bitch here. We can get her later," Brad said, stumbling around as he jerked his Levi's back up.
"Fuck, Goddamn it!" Jack muttered, slipping his hard prick from her cunt and moving back to his buddies. He grabbed his pants and slipped them on fast, all the time warning Trina not to say anything and to wait until they'd gone out.
"I..." she started to say, pulling that awful jockstrap from her mouth and throwing it away. She wanted to tell them how she hated them all, how she thought they were nothing but shit. But the girl couldn't say a word. Her hot, pulsing cunt had stolen her voice.
CHAPTER THREE
"Trina!"
Donna stared at her cousin open-mouthed, dropping her books to the floor. The blonde stood at the doorway of their bedroom, her wet hair hanging over her face, her skirt and blouse badly wrinkled and torn. She held onto the molding, swaying back and forth.
"Sh! Don't let Mama hear you," the girl said, putting a finger to her mouth.
"But...then come in here," Donna said, rushing to the girl and closing the door behind her.
Trina staggered to her small bed, collapsing belly first and moaning loudly. She was hurt, badly. What was worse was that terrible itchy ache still throbbing in her pussy. Why hadn't they fucked her? Oh, she could still feel Jack's spongy, bulbous cockhead as it started reaming out the mouth of her cunt! How good it felt spreading back her cunt lips, touching her slick pussy folds and hollows! She could just barely feel his balls brushing over her inner thighs when he pulled back, leaving her alone, sprawled out there on the shower room floor.
What had happened next was unreal. The boys left, slipping on the wet floor, tugging up their pants, leaving her to her own devices. Someone had indeed come down the stairs. It was the janitor. Trina had enough sense to gather her clothes and stumble out of the shower room, hiding behind a row of lockers while the old man padded around for several minutes. Thank God, he was half senile and didn't realize people had been there recently. She crouched naked and dripping in the aisle, shivering, waiting for the old man to disappear.
When he finally left, Trina found some towels and dried off, slipping her clothes on rapidly and leaving through the same door she and Jack had sneaked in. Thank God it was dark and few people were on the street. Threading her way through service alleys, she made her way home, slipping through the kitchen and avoiding the living room, where her mother was watching tv Now she was draped over her bed, reliving what had happened and wishing never to see Jack and his crowd again, and wondering when they could all get together.
"What happened, Trina?"
Donna didn't particularly like her cousin. Whenever her Aunt Alice persecuted her, Trina remained aloof, never joining in, yet never rushing to her defense. She thought the girl resented her being there for trying to take over the house after her mother and father had been killed. Still, Trina looked as if she'd been savagely attacked. Surely she could put aside personal feelings and try to help.
"Oh, it was...was awful!" the girl moaned into her hands, rolling onto her back and covering her face.
"Were you...raped?" she whispered, her flesh crawling with fear and revulsion.
"Yes...almost," Trina answered, wondering if that little bit of cockhead insertion could be called fucking. She guessed it could. She felt it touching her clit, brushing over the sensitive wet membrane separating her outer from her inner cunt lips. Certainly she'd been assaulted.
"Did they...fuck you?"
Donna felt her throat tighten, her mouth grow dry.
"Yes," Trina wailed, dropping her hands and staring blankly up at her cousin.
Donna saw the bruises and finger marks, saw the way Trina's blouse was torn. Yes, she'd been beaten, then raped. Oh, how would her Aunt Alice react to such a disgrace?
"We'd better tell your mother," Donna said, starting to get up from the bed and feeling a little giddy. How could she tell her aunt something like this without a little smile of delight?
"No, NO!"
Trina pulled herself up from the bed, feeling all her muscles aching. She ran up to the half-opened door and slammed it shut.
"Is that you, dear?" Alice called from below. Trina shivered, knowing the hysterics that would follow the revelation of her "rape."
"Yes, Mother. I didn't want to bother you. I'm upstairs doing some studying. I'll come down later," she called out.
"That's a good girl."
Both girls sighed with relief. Trina crisscrossed her arms and pulled off her blouse. Donna watched, seeing more marks around her tits. Oh, it looked as if someone had been pinching her savagely, maybe even biting her! The thought that a man had done that made her cunt pucker up with heat. She felt her clit rising, quivering like a tightly drawn bow. Yes, it was terrible this had happened to her cousin Trina. And yet she couldn't help but envy her a little.
"Did...did you...? "
Donna wanted to ask her if she enjoyed it. But she couldn't bring herself to say the words. It was a terrible thing to ask. Yet she had to know.
"You want to know if I enjoyed it, right?" Trina asked, pulling down her skirt and throwing it to one corner. She stood in front of the full-length mirror, making a half turn, examining her attractive, full-titted body. Her eyes narrowed with mischief.
"Yes," she answered in a tight whisper, feeling her body quivering with delight. She didn't care if her dopey cousin knew it or not. Her mother would never believe Donna, even if she had the courage to run downstairs now and tell her. "Yes, I enjoyed it. I loved it when they tore my clothes off, when they beat me, when they...when they fucked me!"
The words came out in a surprising torrent. Donna stood there shocked, feeling the room rocking from side to side. Trina was wild, but she never thought the girl was as cock-happy as she apparently was.
"Do you want to try it? It's great, Donna, really it is. You haven't lived until you have a man squirming on top of you, pinning you down, slipping his prick between your legs."
Donna covered her ears with both hands, turning and gasping for breath. The words were making her hot, oh so hot. She could barely stand. Staggering to the bed, she fell onto the mattress, closing her legs and rubbing them subtly together.
"You're as much of a whore as I am," Trina said, a smirk on her face. "My mother was right about you and wrong about me, I guess," she admitted, shrugging her shoulders. "I thought it was so awful when it was happening. But now, I'm not so sure. You wanna come with me the next time? I'll bet the guys would really want you."
"NO!" Donna nearly shouted that out. She bit her lip, sorry she'd nearly screamed.
"Okay. Just thought you looked interested, that's all. You can sit around and have my mother screaming at you all day. Don't think I don't hear what she calls you, how she slaps you around. I'd sneak out if I could."
Donna didn't say anything the rest of the night; she dressed for bed after studying and turned out the light. Fucking. Raped. The way Trina talked, it wasn't rape at all, at least at the end. She thought of her cousin's offer. Would she have the guts to go through with something like that? Could she possibly let a boy hold her, take her clothes off, touch her all over and then drive his cock into her? What about getting knocked up? Wasn't Trina worried about that? She thought about following Trina, then turned over, stopping up her ears as if that would stop her thoughts. No, no, she wasn't that kind of girl. She couldn't do the things Trina did, no matter how hot her cunt burned and how frequently the juice seeped from her pussy hole.
The next day Trina told her she was going to flirt with the boys who had raped her the day before. Donna thought she was crazy. She told her she was playing with fire. If those boys beat her yesterday, God only knows what they'd try today.
But Trina wasn't to be held back. Her curiosity was intense. What would Jack and the others do? Even though she was still relatively a virgin, she was growing hotter by the second as she thought of their threat-three cocks in her at the same time.
There wouldn't be a virgin pore left in her body when they got through with her.
"Where are you going?" Donna whispered over the breakfast table as her Aunt Alice left the room.
"To school first. You can follow. Then...I'm not sure. Oh, you can tell the teachers what you like. Tell them I'm sick. I can forge Mama's handwriting for a note tomorrow," she said, drinking the last of her milk, then pushing herself from the table.
"Trina!"
Donna couldn't believe this was happening. She stared at her cousin as the girl brushed back her blonde hair, picked up her books and sashayed sassily out the rear door.
"Why can't you be like your cousin?" Alice asked, stomping back into the room and gathering up the dishes. "She studies so hard, doesn't think of men the way you do," she said, her forehead wrinkling with irritation. "I hope you're not keeping another filthy diary. I'll find it if you do and..."
"No, Aunt Alice. You were right. It was wrong. I'll be better," Donna said nervously, feeling her stomach turn over as the woman eyed her suspiciously. Oh, if only she had a tape recorder! What would Aunt Alice say if she heard her daughter talking about men, about fucking, about all the things her aunt hated?
"You'd better not be lying, young lady. Now you'd better be off to school."
Donna gathered up her books, rushing out the door to catch up to her cousin. She wanted to see where Trina was going. She was going to get to the bottom of this. Behind her thoughts were other ideas. If she could give a detailed report of what happened, maybe her aunt would get off her case. If Aunt Alice only knew what her daughter was up to, Donna would have an easier time of it...or so she thought. Now, halfway to school, the girl regretted that she hadn't thought of rushing back up to her bedroom and taking the small Polaroid her mother had given her last year. Well, that could come later. Right now she wanted to see for herself what was going on.
"OH!"
She stopped in the middle of the schoolyard. Around her the other girls were chattering busily. But there was Trina at one end of the yard, leaning seductively against the fence, holding her books tightly to her tits and talking to that awful Jack Wilson.
"So you want more, eh, cunt?" Jack snarled, rubbing his bearded chin and sneering at the trembling blonde teen.
"Don't call me that word," she said, dropping her eyes and feeling her cheeks burn.
"I'll call you anything I want. Bet you couldn't stand last night, could you? Man, you wanted to get fucked real bad-real, real bad, didn't you?"
Trina bit her lip, rocking her thighs back and forth and feeling the slick, subtle rub of her cunt lips against her rising clit. Yes, oh yes, she wanted his cock. If it weren't for her friends milling some hundred feet behind her and eyeing her curiously, she would have gone done on the ground right there. She didn't want to be a virgin any longer. Trina felt the building up of strange forces, forces that were forcing her to throw away her life of innocence and embrace this man.
"Hey, who's the bitch behind you?"
Trina turned and saw Donna standing behind her, looking at the two of them uneasily.
"Oh, that's only my cousin Donna," Trina said, feeling her nervousness grow.
"She wanna join you? Hey, you, come on over here!" Jack shouted, signaling with his hands.
Donna felt horror shoot through her. She backed away, her eyes rounding.
"No, NO!"
Turning she fled into the building, hearing the mocking laughter behind her. She wouldn't be like Trina. She wouldn't be the family whore, no matter how soft and fuzzy and mushy her cunt felt under that big man's steady gaze. She wouldn't spread her thighs for any man, especially someone that foul and dirty. Maybe that was Trina's style, but it wasn't hers.
Still, all through the day she thought of nothing else except that man and what he and her silly cousin were doing. As she sat in study hall, quietly tapping her pencil against her books, the brunette thought of Trina wriggling on a bed, her legs thrown high in the air, her naked tits jiggling and bouncing while that horrible man sank his hard, thick cock into her pussy. Oh, it was enough to nearly make her cum right there in her desk!
"Oh!"
Donna looked around furtively, wondering if anyone heard her. It was so hot and wet between her legs. She wanted to slip a hand between them and take care of that building tension. But no, no, she couldn't do that and risk being seen. Instead, all day she moved like a zombie through her classes, making excuses for her cousin, wondering what was going on and wishing, in a way, she were there enjoying it as much as Trina was.
At three-thirty she left school, walking briskly through the yard. Her eyes were on the ground, but her mind was still drifting way, wondering what was happening with Trina.
Halfway home, turning into a service alley as a short cut, the girl realized she was being followed. Donna looked behind her, feeling her breath catch. No, there was no one in sight, or so she thought. She could see no one. But something deep inside her was telling her she was being trailed.
Holding her books tightly to her tits, she turned and began running, her shoes hitting the pavement quickly while her long black hair blew out behind her. Never before had she been so anxious to get home and see her frowning aunt. Her nostrils flared, her heart beat faster and faster as she neared the end of the service alley. Suddenly a dark blue Mustang screeched to a halt in front of her, having turned into the alley from the side street before her.
"Oh, OH!"
It wasn't Jack. But from the way they looked and were dressed, she knew they'd been sent by him.
"Come on, sweet tits. Come on. We're gonna go for a ride," Ron said, stretching out one hand while his buddy moved up behind her.
"HELP!"
No one came as the men bundled her off quickly, holding the struggling girl tightly, stuffing her into the rear of the car, then rushing off before anyone who might have heard the girl's screams could come out and investigate.
"Your cousin says you're a hot little fuck. That true?" Brad asked, peering up into the rear-view mirror at the girl. Ron was next to her, holding down her arms, laughing softly as she whimpered and struggled.
"No, that's not true. She's lying," Donna cried out, her eyes filling with tears. Oh, how she hated her cousin Trina. That girl had gotten her into this.
"Trina says you probably wanted to find out about what was goin' on. Well, bitch, you're gonna get it now," Ron said.
As the car moved along the narrow streets, Donna felt her heart pounding wildly. Her eyes raced to Ron's crotch just as he was fumbling with the zipper of his Levi's. She saw the thick, purple cockhead fly out, followed by the long, thickly veined cockshaft. When his prick was completely exposed, Ron grabbed it with one hand and gave it a squeeze. He reached toward Donna.
"NO!"
She'd never seen a man's prick in real life. It was so huge, so big! It was nothing like those pictures in her sex education books. "OH!"
She could feel the slippery coating of cock juice on his palm as his hand closed over hers. She begged him to leave her alone as she struggled against his grip. It was impossible for her to break away. Slowly he pulled her hand toward the throbbing head of his big cock, watching her reaction, tightening his fingers around her wrist until the brunette thought he was going to break it.
"Don't, don't...please, please..."
She whimpered like a kicked kitten as she felt her pussy growing hotter and wetter. Her tits were driving her crazy. She felt the nipples scratching against her bra. The ache in her tit tips increased as he forced her hand closer and closer.
"Feel my cock. Come on, rub it up. Make it feel real good."
"No, NO!"
Donna jerked back, twisting her arm, still trying to break away. The pain in her arm was getting worse.
"Shit, go on, suck my prick. Come on, baby, I wanna get off before we get there," Ron said in a thick voice.
With that, Donna felt herself sliding across the seat until she was forced to the floor, wedged between his knees. Ron's hands pulled her forward, his fingers tightening around her wrists, pulling her up to his cockhead. Donna smelled the hair and sweat of his crotch. Oh God, this was her first time doing something like this-her very first time! And it was going to be in the back seat of a Ford! Fucked and ruined in the back seat of a Ford!
CHAPTER FOUR
"Oh yeah, baby-go on, suck that mother. I wanna feel your mouth on it."
Ron had dropped his hands from her wrists and was how holding the sides of her head. She felt his fingertips pressing hard against her skull, forcing her face down into his crotch. She sucked in a deep breath, the odor of his groin triggering her into heat. The slippery hot tissues of her cunt clutched into knots. The girl spread her legs and sprawled forward. She felt Ron's knees pressing into her full tits. Letting out a soft moan, she opened her mouth. Ron's hand grabbed her neck, guiding her down until she could smell the fluid oozing from his piss-slit.
"No, no, I won't...I won't."
Ron only laughed. Slowly she sank until the head of his hard cock brushed against her lips. Instantly her mouth opened wide. At the same time Ron pulled her down, sliding his cock deep inside. Donna felt his salty cock brush over her tongue. His fat cock filled her mouth. The thick cock oil bubbled out of his prickhead into her mouth. The salty taste made her swallow until her mouth and throat were coated with a thick film of the stuff.
"Ohhhh, baby, gimme some of that head. Yeah, keep suckin' it. Shit, I'm gonna pop off if you keep makin' it like that," Ron groaned, wriggling his ass over the car seat.
"She good?" Brad asked, looking up in the rear-view mirror again and feeling his cock through his pants with his non-driving hand.
"The best. Must run in the family. Shit, when Trina sucked me off today I thought I'd go nuts. This one's just as good, maybe better," Ron said.
Trina sucking? Oh, so her cousin had already been used. She wondered what kind of condition she'd find the girl in when they reached wherever it was they were going.
Ron moaned again, twisting his hips back and forth, making his cock revolve around in her mouth.
"OHHHHHHH!"
Ron had his head tilted back and was shaking it from side to side. Donna felt his prick brushing over the insides of her cheeks, making them bulge out. More and more cock oil was bubbling out. Her tongue began working, tentatively at first, then more forcefully. It flicked at the thick prick, working over the big ridge that ran the full length of the cockshaft. Ron was going wild, lifting his ass from the seat, pushing his prick in so hard that the tip banged against her tonsils again and again.
"CHRIST!" He was holding her head, pushing in against her skull so hard that the girl thought he was going to crush it.
"Oh baby, lick it, tongue it, suck it!" Ron cried, jerking his head from side to side. Donna could taste more of that jizz boiling up. Her chin was resting on his balls now, the wiry cockhairs tickling the insides of her nostrils. She shifted position slightly, her knees hurting as they slipped along the rough piling of the carpet.
Ron pushed her head up until just the cockhead was trapped between her lips. He smiled, bobbing her head up and down a few inches, chuckling as he watched her lips purse out and tighten around his cock. He noticed the slick sheen of spit coating his cock now and grunted with satisfaction.
"Christ, baby, I'm gonna keep you around for a long time. I ain't ever had head given me like you're doin' right now," Ron gasped.
With that, he centered his cock in the center of Donna's mouth and slowly pulled her head forward and down.
"AHHHHHHHH!"
She felt the fleshy cockhead pushing back over her tongue, going farther and deeper toward the back of her mouth. Donna took a deep breath and let Ron push his cock into her throat. It was almost like drowning-choking for air! She held her breath and felt herself diving deeper, taking his cock all the way in until her head was pressed tightly against his crotch. His soft, leathery balls slipped up and were brushing against her lower lip. Oh, she was dying in cockmeat, struggling for air while a cock was choking her to death!
"Man, suck me off! Take my fuckin' jizz!" Ron cried.
He groaned as he rotated his hips. His cock twisted in her throat. His hands held her tightly against his crotch as he hunched into her.
Donna wanted to keep his cock in her. She liked the feel of the long, fat-headed prick inside her mouth, loved the sensation of his groin hunching against her face. Moving her hands up, she wrapped both hands around his hips and pulled herself even tighter against him. She let him fuck her in the mouth like a savage. She felt his strong leg muscles catching her in their tight grip. Her aunt was right. Once she got going she was nothing better than a common slut, a whore. She and Trina were cut from the same cloth.
"Baby, baby, gonna do it! SHEEEEIT, GONNA CUM!" Ron shouted, his legs kicking out and banging hard against the back of the front seat. Brad nearly steered the car off the road, watching his buddy go crazy, listening to the wet, sucking sounds of Trina's mouth as it slipped up and down over his cock.
"MMMMMFFFFF!"
The two of them rocked back and forth. Trina began gasping for breath. Slowly he let her go, letting her catch some oxygen, then holding her down again as he banged his hairy groin against her face. Trina coughed, gagged and cried out as she felt his hot cum start to shoot from his cockhead. It spattered against the back of her throat. Sucking in air through her nose, she kept his cock in her mouth. Yes, yes-she could go on like this for a long time.
Her tongue lashed over the cockshaft, licking, tasting, curling, doing all sorts of wonderful things while his jizz shot out in big, white-hot gushes.
"Oh, man, man, man," Ron moaned, feeling her lips caress his rod more slowly as his spasms decreased. "We're gonna have one hell of a time, I can tell you that."
Pulling her off and settling her in the corner, Ron slipped his softening prick back into his Levi's. He threw the girl a rag where she spat some of the cum out. What had she done? Oh, in God's name, what had she done? She had never even thought about doing something as awful as this. Sucking a man's cock? Things like that just didn't happen. But as the car moved through the narrow streets of Venice, California, Donna had to face the fact that she enjoyed doing what she did, even though she'd been forced into it.
"Okay. Now you give us any trouble and we'll make you wish you been suckin' dick all day, understand?" Ron said, grabbing her hard by the upper arm.
Donna nodded her head, peering through the side rear window. They were cruising down a back alley. They had to be near the ocean. She could smell the damp, salty air as they stopped in front of a garage. Brad turned off the engine, walked around to the side and opened the door. Ron shoved her out, Brad grabbing hold of her before she had a chance to break away. "Inside."
Meekly she followed the men as they wedged themselves into a small space between two wooden garages. Brad tapped a door three times. After some time it opened and she was ushered inside.
"OH!"
It was dark. Ron, coming in right behind her, shoved her in farther. "Trina!"
The girl was tied up in a grotesque position. Ropes were looped around both ankles then hitched together in what looked like a figure-eight. These in turn were attached to both arms which were drawn back, making her body arch into a perfect semi-circle. Cuffs made of leather or some such material squeezed tightly against her wrist. Keeping her head up and her body curved in the perfect semi-bowl shape were two iron rings suspended from the ceiling, attached to the lines binding her wrists to her ankles. It was absolutely grotesque!
"What have you done to her?" Donna asked, her skin crawling with horror. Covering her mouth with one hand, she clutched her blouse nervously with the other, her eyes focused on Trina. Her cousin seemed to be half in a daze, groaning every now and then, her body twitching as the muscles tried to adjust to the awkward position they had her in. A sharp smell of gasoline hung in the air.
"Just what she wanted, though I guess she didn't expect it'd go this far," Jack said, chuckling, then reaching up and plucking one of the ropes hanging down from the ceiling. That light touch made Trina's body quiver like a tightly drawn wire.
"OHHH!"
"Take her down!" Donna cried.
"Don't see what you're so worried about her for when you've got your own ass to think about," Jack said.
It was true! She looked around her. Hanging on the walls of the garage were all sorts of strange and frightening-looking instruments. In the center of the area was a large wooden keg with a small brass faucet in it. It rested near the table on which Trina struggled.
"Come on, let's get goin' on this one. She's gonna be one hell of a fuck, just like her cousin over there," Brad said.
"Yeah, man, she's somethin' else givin' head. Christ, she made me cum so fuckin' hard I thought my cock was gonna explode!" the young punk said, rubbing his crotch in remembrance of the feel of her lips against his cock. "No, NO!"
They stripped her quickly, tearing off her blouse, tugging her skirt down, pulling off her panties until she stood there, naked and vulnerable. It was awful. Her face turned a bright red while she crouched down and tried to cover both her big tits and her cunt.
"Let's get the wooden thing you cocksuckers've been workin' on," Jack said, watching as Donna desperately tried to cover herself from the men's gazes. He was enjoying her shame and discomfort immensely.
"Yeah, just for stuff like this. Too bad we didn't use it on that one," Ron said, hitting his buddy on the arm. The two of them disappeared behind a work bench, fishing through a pile of debris and finally coming out with two pieces of board. At once the cringing brunette recognized it as some sort of stock, just like the type the Puritans used in colonial days to punish criminals.
"What are you going to do with that?" she asked nervously, her eyes widening. Seeing her cousin trussed up in that odd position, the girl wouldn't put a thing past these animals. She saw the unnatural light glowing in their eyes. They wanted to see her suffer, no doubt, to see her wince with the same pain and humiliation they were making her cousin suffer with. But Trina had desired that sort of thing-at least she thought she did. Perhaps this scene was a little more than the girl had bargained for, as Jack said, but it was what she wanted. Donna knew she wasn't that type of girl. She could go bed down with a man, but not like this-not with ropes, chains and this thing, this stock.
"Come on."
Ron set the bottom half of the stock down, checking the braces that kept it vertical while Ron led her to the boards.
"Get her legs through there. We'll cuff her hands so she doesn't cause any trouble," Jack ordered.
While Donna whimpered and begged them not to hurt her, Brad calmly lifted the top portion of the device upward, taking her legs and draping them over the bottom hoops of the holes. When the top portion was lowered, the girl's legs were pinioned in the contraption. She leaned forward, trying to keep her balance while her ass hung down.
Ron was still behind her, holding her up by the shoulders, while Jack drew her arms forward and slipped a pair of tight-fitting leather cuffs around her wrists. They were similar to the ones Trina was wearing. A small half-inch diameter chain held them together. A small hook driven into the front of the stock was slipped around the chain, thus pinning the girl's arms over the top of the stock and to the front of the contraption.
Donna screamed and pulled at the holds, but her arms and legs were locked fast. The board didn't move. It was nailed firmly to the bracing two-by-fours on either side that held the device steady. As there was no brace for her ass, the girl's ass-cheeks bounced up and down, jiggling with her wild movements. Ron laughed, reached down and slapped her bare ass several times, until it reddened with the force of his blows.
Finally she stopped, feeling her head pounding violently. This would do her no good. No one was going to come to her help. They were in a deserted, run-down section of the community. Besides, this was Venice, that notorious beach community where people "did their own thing." Strange sounds and cries were heard all day. How could people distinguish real pleas for help from fake ones?
Donna was having trouble catching her breath. She glanced over her shoulder and gasped when she saw Jack unhooking his belt, then shoving down his Levi's. If she thought Ron was big, she was in for a great surprise when it came to the leader. His cock was the thickest thing she'd ever seen in her whole life! Her eyes widened, her mouth growing dry and feeling like cotton as he stepped out of his jeans and kicked them to one side. As he scratched his heavy, leathery balls, his prick started twitching, filling up with blood, pointing at the girl. "No..."
Donna watched as if hypnotized. Even her fear made her weaker. Yes, she could understand Trina's attraction to this man. She could feel his masculinity, could sense his desire to fuck, to destroy, and yet to make sure the woman he was intimidating enjoyed herself to the ultimate. Donna gasped. What on earth could she be thinking of? He'd ordered her trapped in these foul things. Why should she be thinking good, exciting thoughts about him? He was something that should be excreted!
"You're gonna learn what a fuckin' hot thing it is to know me, baby. I mean, ol' Trina over there can tell you, and probably will later on. But firsthand info's always better, right?"
Jack was still talking to her as he bent down and pulled the wooden cask over until it was next to her. Donna's body shivered with the strain of her ass. Ron had backed away, rubbing his cock and watching her ass-cheeks jiggle and twitch with every move she made.
"Come on, help me with this damned thing. Should we shove it in her cunt or her ass-hole?" Jack wondered out loud.
"Up her shitter. I don't think her pussy's been tapped before. I'd like a crack at it. Shit, I dig bustin' cherries," Brad said, curling his fingers around his cock and jerking hard.
"Yeah, up her ass-hole. Betcha she's gonna get real drunk with this shit," Ron said.
Donna watched in fascination as the big man attached a long rubber hose to the faucet, then wired a clamp near the tip of the faucet. There was a long steel nozzle at the other end of the hose, reminding her of an enema.
"Okay, up her ass it goes. Should be interesting. I'll bet she don't drink beer again like this for a long time."
"Man, she's gonna want it served like this all the time," Brad countered.
Donna realized to her own disgust that her cunt was creaming while the men walked about her and worked with that crazy thing. Her pussy was twitching, actually growing hot and tight and wet while she sat there in extreme discomfort. She could feel splinters digging cruelly into her smooth thighs, the sensation adding to her pleasure.
"Oh, no, no, don't put...don't put that thing there," Donna protested, seeing what was about to happen.
Jack pulled a stool forward. It was about the same height as the distance between her hanging ass-cheeks and the floor. Attached to the center of it was a steel dildo about five inches long. At the base of it were small little needles in a double row. Instinctively Donna knew she was going to have to shit on that thing. She quivered, her cries becoming a wail.
"We'll put it anywhere I choose. Now, bet you ain't had too much good beer. This," he said, slapping the side of the keg with one hand, "this shit's the best on the market. And you're gonna have it," he said, pointing a finger at the girl and chuckling.
"You're crazy!" gasped Donna.
"Yeah, right," Jack said, gesturing with his head for Ron to slide the stool under Donna's ass. She screamed and jerked in the stocks, but was helpless. They spread her ass-cheeks apart, pushed the stool directly under her ass, then lowered her ass until the wrinkled shitter lips clasped the cold steel dildo. Her torture had begun.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Oh, take it out! IT HURTS!"
Donna screamed again and again as the men shoved her down hard onto the dildo. She thought her ass was going to come apart. Her eyes bugged out and her jaw slackened while beads of perspiration broke out on her forehead. Her muscles tensed, bulging against her flesh as the girl struggled against her captors. It was awful-the worst pain she'd felt ever!
"Please, you're going to kill me!" she cried, twisting and turning on the stool. That metallic dildo was going to rip apart her ass. She just knew it would! "AIYEEEEEE!"
Donna threw her head back, her throat torn with shrieks of agony and fear. Jack looked at her shaking with convulsions while her fingers clawed at the wood so hard that her nails broke.
"Come on, man, she's gonna split with that thing up her ass," Jack said, bending down and wrapping his arms around her waist. Slowly, gently, he raised the girl up from the cruel metallic cock.
Donna murmured thank you's as she felt her shitter lips fold over each other when the steel dildo slipped out. But little did she realize her ordeal was far from over.
"Still got your cherry, uh?" Jack asked, holding her suspended above the stool.
Donna nodded her head up and down, staring with wide, frightened eyes into his.
"Too bad. Too bad you're gonna lose it this way," he said, moving her slightly forward, then letting her sink back onto the dildo.
Donna struggled again as best she could, jerking her legs until the splinters of the newly fashioned stock bit painfully into her thighs. She jerked her arms helplessly against the bonds.
"Come on, put the damned nozzle up her ass before I fuck her with this."
"Stop it! God in heaven, stop this!" she shrieked, jerking her head from side to side. "Trina, tell them to stop it," she wailed more softly, turning her head and looking at her cousin.
But the blonde couldn't really hear her. Trina lay in that strange position, groaning slightly, not showing she'd heard her cousin's desperate pleas.
Jack laughed. Around his hand he'd wrapped the enema-like hose, now handing it to Ron. He watched, chuckling, as his buddies readied the girl for her latest humiliation.
"STOP!"
Ron attached a black belt with straps attached to it, the straps running down Donna's asscrack. Slipping the end of the tube into her shitter, he fastened it to this odd garment. Donna cried out again, feeling her ass muscles clenching instinctively around it. Closing her eyes, the girl struggled, clenching her ass-hole muscles together, trying to push and eject the thick steel nozzle pressing against the walls of her shitter.
Brad helped his friend, taking the straps and drawing them tightly between her thighs and tugging them up so they pressed against her cunt slit.
"NOOOO!"
Jack only looked silently at her, letting her down gradually onto the steel dildo. Donna cried out again and again, begging him not to do this. She didn't want to lose her cherry to this thing! She'd hoped to keep her hymen until her marriage, or at least until she met a boy she loved. But this...?
Donna felt Jack moving the strap to one side, exposing her tender young cunt. Then slowly the girl felt the cold steel slipping up into her cunt. Her pussy muscles shivered at the slick, cool touch of the metal against her flesh. Donna stiffened, her nostrils flaring, her face a white mask of desperate terror. The veins stood out on her forehead, throbbing in time to the wild beating of her heart.
"NOOOO!"
Donna felt the cold steel cock spreading her cunt walls apart. It was sliding in with a good deal of effort. Nothing except her fingers had ever been inside that sensitive little hole. Now she was being fucked by that awful thing.
"No, NOOOO!"
The slick metallic cock was pushing apart her folds and hollows, touching the sensitive areas of her pussy, making her groan with unspeakable humiliation. And yet there was something there, something that actually gave her some pleasure during this whole episode. The girl rolled her eyes up, concentrating on that pleasure, wondering what on earth could the matter be with her! Pussy juice started to flow, wetting down her cunt, making it easier for that steely cock to slip into her hole.
"UGNGHGHHH!"
It had hit something. Her cherry! Oh God, and Jack was still pushing down on her shoulders, shoving her onto that thing, impaling her on the iron spear.
"Stop it! My cherry, oh God, my...AHHHWHHHAHHHHH!"
The big man only tightened his grip on her, holding her tightly while still pushing down. Donna felt something giving way inside her, tearing from its anchorage. She was being shredded, torn apart, fucked by that awful thing. OH, there'd be incredible pain and bleeding. It was what her mother had told her, the price a woman had to pay for being a woman.
"Go for it!" Ron murmured.
She kept sliding down on that thing, her pussy sore, her body weak from the piercing. Donna was afraid to look down, afraid to see the blood she was sure was coming out.
"Man, that was the easiest cherry poppin' I ever seen," Brad said.
Donna couldn't believe her ears. Easy! Were they crazy? She was in pain. Her thighs ached, her belly felt ready to turn over from the agony of her first fucking.
"Too bad I didn't get a chance to pluck that fuckin' cherry," Jack muttered, settling her down on the stool. "But this was pretty fuckin' good. Just think, baby, you can tell your kids about your first fuck. None of that shit about how guys don't give a shit about how a woman feels and all that crap. Yeah, you can tell your kids about your first lover. He didn't feel a fuckin' thing," the big man said, chuckling as he let her go.
Donna's head fell, her long, silky black hair curtaining her face. She started to cry, feeling as if the entire world were coming to an end. She was totally shamed, humiliated beyond words. That awful steel thing was still embedded in her body, pushing apart her cunt walls, feeling oh, so strange and cool inside. Then more juices flowed from her cunt, helping to lubricate the affected area, warming the inanimate cock so that eventually it didn't feel quite so awful inside her.
"Now you're gonna suck me, baby, suck me just like you sucked him off," Jack said, spreading his legs and fondling his massive cock. Her eyes were blurred with hot tears.
"Please, oh please..."
She couldn't form her sentences any more. Concentrating on the warming dildo in her cunt, she was experiencing a bizarre kind of pleasure from it. But still the girl remembered the spikes at the base of it. She tensed her body. The ache in her arms and legs was becoming increasingly uncomfortable. Tensing her muscles, she succeeded in stopping the downward movement for a moment.
Jack leaned over to the faucet of the barrel. As he did, his cock brushed over Donna's cheek. She shuddered, remembering the smell of Ron's groin and how her pussy juiced when she sucked him off in the car. The smell coursed through her nostrils and lungs, producing the same strangely powerful effect. Her sexual arousal was becoming stronger.
"like it, baby-like to look at cock?" Jack said, noticing her reaction.
"No, NO, he forced me to do it. He FORCED ME!" she cried, shaking her head violently from side to side, feeling her hair splashing over her face.
"Fuckin' little liar," Jack said, rewarding her with a sharp slap across the face. "OH!"
Donna gasped as she felt something shooting into her ass. Someone had turned on the nozzle, letting the beer flush into her shitter. She jumped, her muscles tensing again, rippling under her sweaty flesh. Her ass-cheeks writhed madly on the stool, bouncing up and down, finally making painful contact with the tiny spikes at the base of that steel cock.
Jack laughed and looked down at her.
"Now enjoy yourself, bitch. You bounce too hard up and down on that dildo and you'll tear yourself up. Just a word to the wise," Jack warned her.
"Oh, OHHHH!"
"The harder you move around the more beer's gonna shoot in," he added. "Meanwhile, you're gonna swing on this prick."
Jack's eyes glittered with arousal and madness. Reaching down, he wrapped his hands around her head, holding her head steady while drawing forward. Donna saw that cock moving up to her lips. She felt his fingers pressing down hard at the junction of her upper and lower jawbones. Even if she wanted to break away, she couldn't. Struggling, whining, the girl was forced finally to accept that fat juicy cock into her mouth.
"Uh!"
Jack shifted his hips from side to side, enjoying her displeasure while his cockhead trailed along her pouting lower lip. He smiled, watching his pre-cum leaving a thin silver trail along her mouth, chuckling while the blue veins ribbing his cockshaft throbbed with excitement. "NO!"
It was the last word she was to say for a while. Jack squeezed his hairy ass-cheeks together and shoved forward, pressing his cock hard until she opened her mouth and took in the full cockshaft.
Jack groaned, arching his back and closing his eyes while tightening his grip around the back of her head. He sawed his prick in and out of her mouth, his balls swinging forward and hitting her chin with every downward mouth-fucking thrust. Spittle bubbled out around the corners of her mouth and dribbled down her chin, wetting his balls.
"Move it baby. That's it, slide that fuckin' mouth back and forth, move that cunt up and down that cockshaft!" Jack muttered.
"Man, I think she's goin' after it. Yeah, she's really turnin' onto that fuckin' shit," Ron commented, bending down and watching the girl's cunt as it slid up and down the rigid dildo.
"MMMMFMMFFF!" the girl cried. She was actually starting to acquire a regular fucking rhythm. As the steel dildo rubbed against her itching pussy, her juice frothed around it, making a glistening puddle around its steel base. What had happened? What had turned her into this kind of slutty pervert? Only seconds ago she was gagging, struggling with the big man, pleading with him to let her go. But now she was actually enjoying this, turning on to this foul violation of her body.
"Ugh! Ugnh! UGH!"
The girl felt her inner cunt lips swelling with blood, caressing the metallic cock as if it were her lover. She bounced up and down. The hotter she became, the harder and more violent her movements were.
Her sucking made Jack fall forward, catching himself on the stocks. He was breathing unevenly, surprised by the girl's sudden expertise. He moved his hips faster and faster, drawing out gobs of spittle. Flattening his body against her face, the young man swore at her, calling her all sorts of filthy names while he fed her his fat hunk of cockmeat.
Donna thought she was losing her mind. She flattened her tongue, wriggling it back and forth over the sensitive underside of the big man's prick. She felt his pre-cum oozing out, coating her mouth and throat in much the same way as Ron's prick had. Oh, it was so deliciously good. It...what could she be thinking of? They were torturing her, humiliating and degrading her the same way they had apparently done to her cousin! She had to fight them some way-fight back!
"Get your head back on that cock, bitch!" Jack snarled, hitting her hard when she tried sliding away from his cockshaft.
Donna groaned, stretching her lips a little more and taking his cock all the way, until she felt the cockhead pressing against the back of her throat. He held her firmly there for a moment, enjoying the sensation of his cock all the way inside her.
Donna was losing her desire to resist. She felt the blood boiling in her veins now. There was no sensation of revulsion or fear at this point. Now she could understand how Trina was lured to this place. There was something about the men, something about the way they treated her and her cousin, that excited her. At first repelling, this treatment was like some wild aphrodisiac that totally destroyed her common sense and sense of decency. All she could think about now was increasing the itchy ache pulsing between her thighs. Oh, if only she could touch her clit she could make herself feel so much better!
"Man, she's turnin' on to this fuckin' machine.
She'll go nuts once we take care of her with our cocks," Brad commented, rubbing his prickhead lovingly while staring with fascination at Donna's bouncing, jiggling ass-cheeks. "UMMMMM!"
The steel cock was becoming very warm with the heat of her flowing juices. The more excited she became, the more enthusiastically she worked her mouth over Jack's cock, tilting her body slightly forward and slipping her cunt up and down so that her clit was always in continual contact with the slick, warm surface of the dildo.
"Go for it, bitch. Come on, fuck yourself-fuck yourself like it was me rammin' my dick into you."
Jack was going crazy, letting his body fall back, then catching himself at the last second and pitching forward. He groaned, then shouted, telling her to suck harder and pressing his fingers against her skull to encourage her.
"MMMMMGHHH!"
Donna felt hot, fiery flashes up and down her pussy walls. Her thighs alternately chilled and burned as juices flowed faster and harder from her pussy hole. Her ass-cheeks were wet with it while her mouth made wet, sucking noises against his pistoning cock. Oh, how mushy, hot and swollen her pussymeat was as it let itself be speared by that hammering steely cock.
"Go for it, baby-go for it!" Jack panted, holding onto the stocks now and rapidly pistoning his hips. He could feel his cum boiling up from his balls, packing down into his cock, getting ready to splash out and fill the girl's mouth. That hot, itchy sensation was becoming an unbearable ache in his cockhead.
Donna kept up her steady rising and falling on the dildo. She closed her eyes and thought about a cock. Yes, it was a cock, a man's cock doing this to her. She wasn't doing anything strange. A man was fucking her, tickling her clit with his prick. Her pussy made sexy, slurping sounds as it rode shamelessly up and down on that thing.
"AHHHHHHH!"
It was Jack. He was cumming. He held onto her head and the stocks as the first wad burned its way through his cum-tube and finally shot into her sucking mouth. It was only the first of many more to follow.
CHAPTER SIX
Donna moaned against Jack's groin. He'd fallen forward again, pressing his hairy belly and crotch hard against her face. She could hardly breathe! The thick bush of wiry cockhairs tickled her nostrils mercilessly while his balls rolled up against the base of her nose. She could feel those balls pumping, contracting, sending wad after hot, steamy wad of jizz into her mouth.
The girl swallowed as much of it as she could. Some of the cum oozed from between her lips, mingling with her spittle and dribbling down her chin to the floor.
"Man, go for it, you fuckin' apes hit little bitch!" Jack screamed.
Donna was blinded by her passion. Her aches and pains blended into a weird melange of wild pleasure. She actually wanted to be hurt more, to feel more sensation, to do everything to such a degree that all her senses would be stimulated to the ultimate.
"UMMMGHHH!"
Jack let her suck out the last of his cock juices, then pulled his prick out and smeared the slick tip over her lips. He laughed at her, stumbling back and watching as the girl rose and fell on the dildo, growing more and more incoherent.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." she cried, her voice trailing off into groans.
The girl was beyond rationalizing or considering what was normal. The pressure in her belly and cunt was something incredible. She felt as if her body were about to explode while her ass pranced high, tensing, riding that steely cock for all it was worth. Donna moaned, wishing she had something in her mouth and a cock up her ass perhaps! Something-anything to make her sex act more degrading and thus more exciting.
"UNGH! UGHHHHHH!"
Donna bobbed up and down like a crazed puppet. She couldn't control her body anymore. She was wild, a crazed beast that could only think of itself and the terrible sensations ripping at her cunt. Someone was laughing behind her, calling her a slut, calling her a whore. Was it her aunt Alice? Had she been kidnapped too, strapped to some chair and forced to commit some unnatural crime? Donna laughed hysterically, mentally picturing her maiden aunt going wild doing something like this.
"AHHHHHHHH!"
The steely spikes at the base of that dildo actually increased her delight. Screaming, clawing at the wood front of the stocks, Donna felt herself on the brink of orgasm. The more pain she created for herself at the base of her wet pussy, the more pleasure she was deriving. Letting those needles pierce her cunt flesh, the brunette teen screamed out her needs.
"CUMMMMMMMM!"
She screamed that word out again and again, the violence of her speech reflecting the ripping violence of her pussy.
"AIYEEEEE!"
Donna screamed and squealed, her hips going wild. She bounced up and down, her cunt making sucking, gurgling sounds against that rod. Shivers of unholy delight rippled up and down her curled spine. Again, again, and again she rose and fell, clenching her pussy against the inanimate rod, feeling her cunt walls buckle from her sexual heat! Fucking! Yes, fucking was all that was worth anything in the world. Yes, fucking was all there was!
"AHHHHHH!"
Her orgasm peaked like a lightning bolt crashing into the ground, making her body stiffen and shake as if she were having a fit. Again and again her clit vibrated, sending wonderful flashes of delight through her tortured body. It was wonderful-the best feeling she'd had in years. Why couldn't this happen all the time? Oh, why couldn't she stay here with these men, bouncing up and down on this thing between her legs or their cocks?
Then, as she came down from her orgasm, Donna realized what she'd thought. How could she possibly think of something as vile-as awful-as that! What possibly could have been going through her mind?
"OHHHHHH!"
Her body felt relaxed and glowing now. She was too relaxed to keep the stiffened position in the pillory. The spikes now stuck into her ass as she rested on it on the stool. Her cunt was still quivering and juicing around the steel dildo. It had been a training experience.
The room was quiet now except for the heavy panting of both Jack and Donna. As the teen started to come down from her sexual high, the beer enema started to cramp her gut. She squeezed her shitter muscles around the enema nozzle, feeling the pleasure fading away again as the pain of her overloaded ass built in her body.
Jack zipped up his Levi's, watching the girl now panting from pain laced with panic. She thought she'd shit all over herself as she shifted position, feeling more beer splash into her shitter.
"Okay, that's enough," Jack said, nodding to Brad.
The two others reluctantly pulled out the plug, letting the beer cascade out of her ass-hole onto the floor where it gurgled down a drain. Donna rested her head on the top of the pillory, feeling extreme relief. What else could they possibly do to her now?
"Get her up on that board over there. Brad, you're the only one who hasn't had her. Come on, we'll let 'er get a taste of what you dig," he said, sneering at the trembling teenager.
Donna felt like a limp rag. Her cunt was so awfully sore, especially the spot where her cherry had been torn away. Fucked! She'd been really fucked, only by a steel cock! The thought made her sick. While Brad unfastened the chain holding her bound wrists to the front of the stocks and slid her legs from the pillory, the girl thought she was going to vomit. Had Trina suffered the same indignities? Has she enjoyed and hated them the same way? Donna stole a glance at her suspended cousin. She was still half conscious, barely aware of what was going on.
"She's been out for a while," Jack said, nodding toward Trina. "We got something interesting for the two of you to try out later," he said, as Ron helped Brad to drag her away from the pillory to a long, wide board propped against the wall at a forty-five-degree angle. There were leather cuffs crudely nailed at both top corners of the board, and two bottom cuffs somewhat closer together fastened to the plank as well. They dragged the protesting, weakened brunette to the board, turning her around and releasing her from one set of cuffs only to stretch her arms widely apart and fasten her wrists to others.
"Oh, OH!"
She was vulnerable, more vulnerable than before. They had stretched her out like some kind of biological specimen, nearly tacking her to the board. Her chest rose and fell mightily as the danger of her present situation dawned on her. Donna's nostrils flared, her eyes widening while her heart pounded faster and faster. It-was just as before, except now more of her body was exposed and she was totally helpless to protect herself. Every nerve ending seemed extremely alive to any stimulation. It was a horrible condition to be in!
Jack fished out a pack of cigarettes from his flannel shirt, tapping the opened end against the knuckles of one hand and inserting one unfiltered end into his mouth. Never did he take his eyes off the trembling young brunette. He struck a match and lit the cigarette.
Donna wanted to beg him not to hurt her, but instinctively she knew that was what he wanted to hear. Her pleas would have no good effect on them. Perhaps they might even encourage them to hurt her more. No, she'd remain quiet. Maybe they'd leave her alone then.
"Ever see what a cigarette can do to skin?" Jack asked, arching his eyebrows and smiling slyly. The question froze her blood. Her eyes focused on the glowing tip of the burning cigarette as the blue smoke curled up, gathering in a small cloud above Jack's head. Ron and Brad watched with interest, fishing in their pockets and pulling out cigarette packs as well. She heard the others striking matches and smelled the pungent aroma of burning sulfur fill the air. Donna moaned swiftly, twisting a little in her bonds, feeling the wet leather chafing her wrists and ankles. Her toes barely touched the floor, helping support her body while her ass worked from side to side against the newly cut plywood. She strained to be silent. The girl's eyes grew wider while another soft moan came from between her lips, however. Jack was walking up to her, taking a drag on the cigarette, then blowing the acrid smelling smoke in her face.
Donna turned her head away, coughing, feeling her throat burning, her eyes tearing as the smoke choked her.
"Man, this is somethin' else. You landed a fuckin' gold mine when you started fuckin' around with that one," Ron said, jerking his head toward Trina.
"Yeah, yeah, I know," he muttered, putting the cigarette in his mouth again, taking another drag and blowing the smoke in Donna's face again. This time the girl didn't have enough time to concentrate on the discomfort of being shrouded in a cloud of foul-smelling smoke. Jack was getting down to business now, taking the burning cigarette and touching it to her flesh just below her belly. Only one edge of the burning end touched her flesh, thus keeping the actual damage to her skin to a minimum. But the heat was certainly enough for the girl to feel it.
Donna twisted in her bonds, jerking her arms and legs against the leather cuffs, arching her back, pressing her shoulders against the plywood while sweat oozed from every pore. The cords stood out in her neck as she bit her lower lip, using every ounce of strength to keep from screaming.
"AIYEEEEE!"
When Ron touched his cigarette to her left ass-cheek, the pain was too much. The shriek came out like water from a bursting dam. Donna screamed and screamed again, snapping her head from side to side, her wail growing higher and higher while her body jerked so hard that the board moved slightly on the floor.
"That's it, bitch-go for it-keep on screamin', damn it!"
Donna looked at them with growing panic. Ron had withdrawn his cigarette, then moved it down to her ankles and touched the sensitive area. Donna tried jerking her leg away. But of course the leather cuff held, biting into her flesh.
"NOOOOOO!"
The pain moved closer to her cunt. Jack was watching her pussy, then rolling his eyes up to see her reaction as he burned a path straight to the center of her cunt. Her ass muscles flexed, relaxed, then tensed again. There was a whispering crackle. The first few hairs on her outer cunt lips were burning. The odor of singed hair added to the smell of tobacco almost made the girl retch.
"Stop, STOP!" the girl screamed.
"My turn," Ron said, moving in front of the girl and puffing his cigarette until the tip was a long, glowing ash. Donna's eyes widened as he flicked off the ash, then moved the cigarette up to her tits. Closer and closer it came until the girl could feel the heat almost blistering her stiffening nipples.
"PLEASE STOP! DON'T!"
She jerked again, nearly knocking the board off balance with the violence of her desperate moves.
" AIYEEEEW AW WWWHHHH!"
He was doing it, actually doing it! He was touching her nipple with that burning ash, rolling it along the areola, then moving it back to the tip. When he thought there might be too much damage, Ron pulled it off, moving his cigarette to the other nipple.
Donna thought she was going to die, and actually wished for death as the seconds ticked by.
Nothing could convince these men to leave her alone. They gathered more tightly around her, watching her as if she were some kind of experiment. They touched certain areas of her body with their burning cigarettes, murmuring softly as her screams increased or decreased. "OHHHHHH, GOD!"
For a second Donna thought it was over. Suddenly the men moved back, leaving her alone. She sagged in her cuffs, her toes touching the floor again. The board felt wet behind her. She had sweat so much during this ordeal that her mouth was dry.
Then the pain was back, more intense than before. The agony felt like a thousand blazing coals being laid at the top of her pussy. With a tearing pain in her throat Donna screamed again. Both Ron and Jack had placed their cigarettes together next to her cunt tip, putting the maximum area of burning ash on her pussylips. The result was electrifying. The girl went crazy, her body arching out like a tightly strung bow while the muscles and tendons bulged mightily against her sweaty flesh. Her limbs trembled while her fingers clawed helplessly at the air. It was as if a million volts of electricity were being shot through her body. Donna had no control over her bodily reactions. Piss spurted from her hole, wetting down her legs. Her face was a mask of intense pain, her mouth a twisted red mass as scream after scream came out and echoed in the small garage.
"Shit, she's gonna call down the cops on our ass," Ron said warningly.
"Don't worry," Jack reassured him, pulling his cigarette off her clit and examining the tip. "No cops in this neighborhood are gonna come around and check out nothin' 'less someone calls 'em. And ain't no one around here's gonna fink, right?"
"Hey, man, don't worry," Brad said, waving his arms in front of his face and laughing uneasily.
"Good," Jack said, going back to Donna.
The girl had calmed down somewhat since the two of them removed their cigarettes. Now the big man resumed his torture, trailing his ash along the edges of her cunt lips. He was getting closer to her clit again. Donna's face was a mask of intense concentration, her eyes rolling up and starting as if she were desperately searching for something. Her breath was coming in gasping pants while her fingers again worked against the air. Oh, he was going to burn her down there again, perhaps ruin her for life!
Then suddenly Jack flipped the cigarette to the floor, casually crushing it with the tip of his boot.
Donna sighed, feeling faint with relief.
"I wanna show you how your fuckin' cousin acts when she's hot," Jack said, Smirking at Donna, then turning toward Trina.
The girl had heard Donna's loud screams. She was jerking on the ropes now, her belly sliding back and forth on the slippery table.
"My arms. You're hurting me with those things," Trina said, staring at Jack, then moving her eyes over to Donna. She smiled weakly, shaking her head from side to side.
"I guess I didn't think this out too well," she said, her smile turning to a wince as another muscle spasm wracked her body.
"Haul 'er up," Jack ordered.
It was here when Donna saw that the rings holding her cousin's wrists and ankles together above her ass-cheeks were attached to some sort of pulley device screwed to the overhead beams. Ron unhitched a knot, keeping the tension stable, and curled his fingers around the half-inch line, pulling down hard. As he did, the rings drew together slightly from the suspended weight of Trina's body. She groaned as her arms pulled back yet farther, nearly touching her lower legs. Her body bowed a little more as Ron pulled again, his hands climbing over one another, the rope moving slowly over the double pulley set. "UGNHHHHHHH!"
Donna watched in amazement. Trina's body was leaving the surface of the table! Her arms were pulled straight back now, parallel to the table top. Her torso curved, bending backward at the waist and becoming parallel to the floor at her thighs. The cuffs and rings pulled her lower legs up toward the ceiling, her wrists and ankles touching now.
Jack stepped in front of Trina, putting his hands on her shoulders and pushing her body back. Letting go, the big man watched as she swung back and forth like a pendulum.
"Hot fuckin' bitch didn't bargain for this. Just wait, baby. Your cunt's gonna be creamin' like hell when we get through with you."
Knowing what they had done to her and how she had reacted thus far, Donna had no doubt Jack's words were true.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Suck it, bitch-suck it good!"
Brad was pumping his cock in and out of Trina's mouth, holding her by the hair and tearing out swatches of her blonde strands while slamming his groin against her face.
"Man, move that tongue around it...ughhhh, ah...ahhhh, like that!"
The big man was moving his thighs from side to side. Donna could see the tip of his cock push out her cousin's cheeks at times. Trina hung in that awkward position all the while, her body swaying from side to side from the force of his thrusts.
"Go for it, man. All of the rest of us got head from these fuckin' whores," Ron said.
Brad smiled, then groaned, his fingers playing over the sides of Trina's skull. His face drained of blood while his balls rose to his cockroot and started spasming. The big man trembled, then threw his head back and let out a long, low moan. He was cumming, shooting his wad into Trina's sucking mouth. Donna watched in fascination, feeling a small flash of delight sputter at the tip of her clit. She saw her cousin's spittle mixed with Brad's cum ooze from the corners of her mouth and dribble down her chin. Oh, Donna wondered, had she looked like that, half-dazed with confusion and sexuality, when she blew Jack?
Brad moved back, letting go of her hair and stuffing his cock back into his pants temporarily. Trina's head bent down as far as it would go. She gasped for air, choking on the remaining cum still wadded up in her mouth.
"Ever seen a dildo?" Jack asked.
Both young women stiffened, wondering who he was talking to. Donna sighed with some relief when she saw him passing her by and walking up to her cousin.
"It's not the usual kind," Jack said, turning the odd-looking thing in front of her. "See that fuckin' ball? When I squeeze it look what happens."
Trina focused her eyes on the plastic cock, her heart stopping as she saw tiny bumps appear. She'd heard about these things, cocks you could pick up in adult book stores in Hollywood and Century City, near where she lived. But as daring as she was, the girl just couldn't bring herself to stop into one of those shops. Besides, she wasn't twenty-one. They'd laugh at her and tell her to go fuck her boyfriend or something.
"And if I fill this thing with water you'll be swimmin', " Jack said, turning the plastic cock around and around in his hands.
"No, NO!"
Trina struggled in her strange bonds, her eyes widening as she caught the drift of what Jack was talking about.
"Hey, how about some ammo for this little number," Jack said, turning around and nodding to Ron. His buddy smirked, walked to the refrigerator and pulled out a dirty plastic container filled with ice water!
"Oh, Trina..." Donna sighed, watching them fill the bulb with the liquid.
"Where do you guys get off? Where'd you get all this? Please, just let it go!" Trina wailed, coming to her senses.
"Hey, baby, we been doin' this for a long time. Bet you didn't think there were folks around like us, didja?" Ron said, almost giggling as he sat down on an overturned crate and prepared to watch.
"Yeah, we been doin' this to cunts like you for a long time. Some dig it, some don't. You're one of the hottest we ever had...you and your fuckin' cousin over there," Brad said.
Trina jerked her head around, looking with genuine surprise at Donna. But she would have to think about that last comment later. Right now she had more important things at hand.
"OHHHH!"
Without any warning, Jack had reached around her thighs and shoved the dildo into her pussy. The rubber hose attaching it to the bulb rested on the table. Trina gasped, her mouth opening and a low wail coming out. She jerked, her body bouncing and swinging on the ropes. The blonde teen's eyes were wide as she worked her hips, feeling her pussywalls stretching, trying to accommodate the first five inches of the twelve-inch plastic prick.
"Now we have the fun part. You're gonna dig this, baby."
Jack was toying with the bulb, watching the girl's obvious confusion and fear. He enjoyed this, enjoyed it as he'd enjoyed all the other times. He thrilled to the idea of hurting women. He never sat down and tried to figure out why. But watching their helpless bodies twisting on the ropes, watching their cunts pierced by cocks, dildos and other instruments of torture that first made them uncomfortable, then brought them an unholy orgasm of wild lust, made his heart pound with unspeakable pleasure. Yes, yes-he'd make these two women follow him like slaves just as he'd made all the others. Tonight she'd lie at home wishing she could feel his hands pawing her and all the instruments he had and would torture her with. And then he'd find her hanging around the schoolyard as she'd done earlier, looking for him, panting for him.
Trina swallowed hard, feeling her pussy accommodating the cock a little better. Jack shoved in a little more, watching her face tighten and turn white. Soon nearly all twelve inches of the bulbous dildo were shoved into her tight little pussy. The girl was being all but torn apart as that latex thing stretched her beyond belief. The ropes were cutting into her wrists and ankles more and more as she struggled frantically.
"It's...awful. Take it out! Take...it...OUT!" Trina cried.
Tears rolled down her cheeks. But did she really want him to remove that horrible thing from her pussy? Wasn't it true that her cunt muscles were tightening, milking against that artificial cock? She could feel the weight of it increase and decrease at times as it jerked and rotated, all movement due to her flexing, working muscles. Yes, she was trying to draw it in, actually trying to make the thing work in and out of her! The blonde cried out again, this time against herself. Oh, she'd thought she was so smart when she chased after these men. And now here she was, suspended like some bizarre puppet with that plastic prick slipping in and out of her hole. Could Donna see? Did Jack see? Of course. She could hear the men commenting about how hot her pussy was. And it was steaming! Juice rolled down from her hole, slicking down the sides of the latex prick, treating it as if it were a man's cock making love to her!
"Good. We're gonna start. She's good and primed now," he said.
"EEEHHHGHHH!"
Trina started screaming as she felt the frigid water start seeping into her heated pussy. The icy fluid splashed around inside her, washing her down, making her twist and writhe in agony. It was such an odd feeling-that cold water sprinkling against her overheated cunt walls. And when her pussy tried to contract, the thickness of the dildo prevented such a tightening. As a result, they stretched even more in their attempts to tighten. Agony shot through the girl. She kept her mouth open, tugging at the ropes desperately, screaming again and again.
"Yeah, yeah," Jack muttered, sweat beaded up on his forehead.
He stared with delight at the way the girl jerked and twitched, frenetically trying to get away as the cold water flooded into her. Some of it was leaking out now, splashing on the table top, then running off and trickling down the center drain. Trina squeezed her ass muscles together, tried working the plastic cock out of her pussy. But it was wedged in there, the bumps on its slick sides keeping the fixture entrenched tightly. Oh, oh, it was awful-terrible-feeling her pussy ice up like that!
"AHHHHHHHHH!"
"Gonna see if I can fuck her like this," Jack said, unzipping his pants and pulling out his prick again.
Donna stared at him in amazement. How many times could this man cum? He'd been torturing them and fucking them for the past few hours and still he had energy to keep it up. Most men, she was sure, would be sore and exhausted. But Jack, Ron and Brad kept going, making their victims twist and groan under their continual sexual attacks.
"Yeah, this is gonna feel real nice. Gonna split you open in two ways," he said. During the past few minutes Jack had fished out another toy, an odd-looking screwing clamp. When he turned it, two flat, shoe-like devices slowly pushed out. Carefully climbing onto the table, he handed the plastic bulb to Ron, telling him to squeeze it until all the water was gone. Then Brad was to refill the device. They were to keep it going while he fucked the girl in the ass.
"No, NOOOO!"
Trina cried out like a mad woman. Fucked in the ass! What were they talking about? Faggots did that sort of thing, but they were used to it! Women weren't supposed to get fucked that way! She tugged at the ropes again, her strength quickly evaporating as another blast of cold water went an icy chill rippling down her spine.
"Now, that's right," Jack muttered, inserting the screw-like object into her ass-hole. He began twisting a central movable cylinder, watching as the two tiny flat shoes began pushing out from one another and spreading apart her shitter lips.
Trina gasped, her eyes bugging out. She stared blankly at the opposite wall, a strangled cry coming from her parted lips. He was stretching her apart with that thing. Then she felt him settling down between her legs, pushing them apart while holding her calves with both hands. He had stretched her ass-hole so much with that thing that Trina felt a I continual achy cramp assailing her thighs and buttocks.
"Nice ass...real nice," he murmured, lowering his face and sticking out his tongue.
Trina let out another cry as she felt something warm and wet trailing over her ass-hole. He was eating her out, rimming her shitter then stiffening his tongue and worming it into her bowels. It was so odd, so degrading, and yet so deliciously wonderful. She had never felt anything like that before in her life. A comforting warmth spread all over her belly, flushing out to her clit. She wriggled on the ropes, groaning as his eating became more frenzied. She felt his fingers tightening around her calves while his moustache and beard tickled the sensitive area immediately around her ass-hole.
"Give 'er more ice," Jack muttered, putting his lips around her shitter and sucking hard.
With that, Trina felt another shot of ice water flush up her cunt, freezing the cunt walls that had begun to warm. The girl shouted, her arms and legs twitching while her big tits jiggled. More water splashed to the table top, leaking to the floor and gurgling down the drain. Brad poured more of the icy liquid into the bulb and stepped back, his buddy squeezing and squeezing, sending water cascading like a fountain into her cunthole.
Meanwhile, Jack was growing more heated on her ass. He was biting her ass-cheeks, slicking them down with his tongue afterward until they glistened with his spit. Then he moved back to her stretched ass-hole, flicking his tongue around the screw holding her shitter widely apart, wetting down the slick membranes of her shit-chute until the chill from the air made her flesh pucker up with goose pimples.
"UnnghhhOOHHHHH!"
Jack pulled back, curling one finger around the screw and yanking it out. Trina screamed, feeling like he'd pulled out her assguts. The water kept splashing into her hole. But now the girl was concerned with something else. Fucking-fucking in the ass! He'd said he was going to do it! Trina shivered, wondering how she was going to survive this latest ordeal.
"This is gonna be somethin'...fuckin'her like this," Jack said, spitting on his palms and wetting down his cockhead.
Trina begged him not to hurt her, not to drive his cock into her ass-hole. Of course he ignored it, quietly pleased with her pleas and terror. He pushed forward, pressing the outsides of his knees against the insides of her thighs, holding his cock with one hand while spreading her ass-cheeks apart with the other. His balls ached, screwing up hard against his fat, hairy prickroot.
Trina waited expectantly, her breathing becoming short and shallow, her chest tightening so hard it hurt! The girl's body swayed, the thighs being an inch or so above the table top. Jack leaned forward, biting the back of her neck while pushing his cockhead against her ass-hole lips.
"UGHHHH!"
Trina jerked, her body trembling as it felt his cock pressing harder and harder against her ass-hole. The girl let out another moan, feeling the cockhead slipping up and down-pressing in, then backing away, only to press in again. Trina's heart pounded. Her thighs tensed, her nipples grew hard, her pussy steamed in spite of the cold water still being injected into it.
"Yeah, yeah," Jack whispered, staring at those smooth, round ass globes glistening with his spit. He was panting with lust, feeling the cum rising from his balls to that thick tube running down the center of his fat cock. The blue veins ribbing the sides of his cock pulsed with excitement. He had to fuck her, fuck her now before he shot all over her ass-cheeks.
"NOOOOO!"
He leaned forward, his fingers still curled around his prick for guidance. With his other hand he spread her shitter.
Trina thought she was going to die. It was like taking a shit in reverse. Her belly turned over while bile rose like acid in her throat. She was taking it-actually taking it up the ass! Her wrists and ankles were starting to bleed a little now from the rough half-inch line rubbing against her flesh. Oh, how her back ached from the bowed position they were keeping her in. And now this fucking made it worse!
Jack puffed behind her. Trina felt him move his knees up a little farther, holding her suspended body by the bones of her pelvis. This was a true flying fuck. She cried out, the pain becoming excruciating in her shoulders and legs. She didn't know how she could support two bodies with her weak limbs!
"AIYEEEEEEEE!"
With a sudden piercing pain Trina felt the head of his cock slip in. She yelled and shrieked again, feeling the blunt cockhead stretching her ass-hole, making the gray-pink wrinkled flesh smooth with tension and pucker in while Jack panted and gasped behind her.
"Take it, little bitch! Take it like you take everything else!" he shouted.
Ron squeezed the bulb again and again, filling her hole continually with ice water.
"NOOOOO!"
Trina jerked her head from side to side. The pain, the tearing pain in her ass was only matched by the freezing cold against her cunt walls. They would stop for a while, letting her pussy warm up as before, then shoot another spray of ice into her. The sudden shock made her cunt walls clamp down on the dildo, milking it against her clit. Oh, what a strange combination of sensations this was!
"Oh help me, help! Somebody help...Donna, help me..."
Donna hung there, watching her cousin douched cruelly while being fucked in the ass. She could sympathize, but what could she possibly do? She was still on that board, suspended by the wrists as she watched Trina's torture. And the girl knew that although she was spared now, they would return to her shortly after Trina's ordeal.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Trina moaned, her low cry turning into a shriek. She felt a tearing, stretching pain all around her ass-hole. It was as if someone were burning her shit-ter with acid! The girl tried spreading her thighs farther apart to make the fucking easier. But of course the ropes suspending her body from the ceiling by her wrists and ankles prevented her from doing this. All she could do was endure the suffering as Jack continued to corkscrew his cock into her hole.
"Ummmmm..."
The pressure against her ass-hole eased for an instant. Trina relaxed, dragging in oxygen to feed her tortured body. She pushed outward, feeling as if she were taking a shit. Ron squeezed the bulb, filling her cunt with the cold liquid again. The young woman let out another groan, her body shaking, trembling.
Jack sensed her relaxing. He was having some trouble driving his cock all the way in. When he felt the girl relax, he stiffened his legs, shoving down hard.
"AHHRHHHHH!"
Trina felt his cock screw in like a huge lump of shit. Before she could even think to loosen the sphincter muscle of her shitter, half his cockhead was already well inside her. The little top muscle felt as if it were ripping off.
"NOOO!"
Trina's cunt almost cried out to feel that cockhead now ravaging her ass. But she had the dildo-that awful, ice-spraying prick filling her up again and again with that terribly cold water.
"Squeeze it again, damn you! And next time fill it up with warm water. I want this bitch to be in heat when I shoot off in her ass," Jack ordered.
"Yeah, man, like she's gonna go nuts when you get through with her," Brad said, dropping the plastic container, now totally empty of its icy contents.
"OHHHHH GOD, GOD!" she cried.
Trina felt his long cock easing in, sliding over her spit-slicked shitter membranes, wet down by his tongue's earlier licking. She squirmed, moving her ass back and forth as best she could, feeling the hairy overhang of his belly. Oh, how it was splitting her wide open! She felt the pain of his gradual insertion reaching deeper in her ass, actually spreading to her lower back and finally up to her spine. The pain was everywhere-now in her ass, now in her back, now in her shoulders. How could she possibly survive? Oh, it was spreading to her cunt!
"Now, hit 'er with it!" Jack ordered, his buddies having filled the dildo bulb with warm water.
Trina felt something pleasantly tepid flowing into her cunthole. The warm water caressed her clit, making it flutter with excitement. Oh, how wildly hot she was growing down there. Being fucked in the ass and having that water caressing her sore pussy-everything was turning her on!
"Ugh...ughhhh..."
Jack's wide, flared cockhead seemed to go on forever! Trina wept salty tears that burned her eyes as the wonderful slowness of his cock kept her on edge.
"Nice tight ass-real nice. Shit, baby, you're gonna be pumpin' your ass like crazy when I get through plowin' you," Jack muttered.
Trina felt a sudden easing of the pressure in her ass. The head was sliding down, down into her bowels. Her sphincters finally gave up and softened while her ass-hole lining was stretching to accommodate the intrusion. Trina tried to straighten her arms a little to take some of the pressure off them.
"UGH!"
Her arms and legs spasmed. Jack had begun to pull his cock back out. The reversed tugging action was like a vacuum sucking at her guts. There was a new outward stretching of her shitter that shot flashes of strange sensations up her spine.
Trina bit her lip. She couldn't even cry now, not with the insistent motions of that cockmeat in her ass. She shoved her ass-cheeks out at him, bouncing on the ropes again, moaning as they cut into her wrists and ankles more and more.
Jack paused for a second, then shoved farther in. Trina squeaked like a frightened mouse, her cunt going into spasms of need. The hard cock massaged the sensitive nerves of her bowels like a tiny mouth. Oh, it was almost as delicious as it was when he was sucking at her, tonguing her guts while dragging his thick, sensuous lips all over her ass-cheeks.
"UGNHHHH..."
Trina was completely torn. She wrestled against his grip, bouncing around and feeling her ass split in two while the water sloshed around in her superheated pussy. It was awful-terrible. And yet the blonde teen didn't want it to stop. She knew she was creaming shamelessly in front of her cousin, in front of these strangers. But when the dildo worked in and out of her hole, spurting water at the same time that Jack fucked her shitter, the girl could do nothing but flow with the powerful feelings coursing through her.
"AHHH!"
The sliding cock moved deeper in her guts, sending shivery thrills through her ass. Trina felt her bowels filling up with Jack's prick. There was a steady, glowing heat in her shitter that spread to her cunt, adding to the incredible heat down there.
"Christ, she's a hot bitch!" Jack moaned, feeling the cum rising in his cock.
"NO, NO, NOOOOO!"
Trina imagined a thick bar of cockmeat in her ass growing and growing until it was the size of a torpedo. The stud's prick felt like a barber pole. "Ugh!"
The steady pressure eased. Trina felt his belly on her ass-cheeks. Surely that had to be all. Surely he'd sunk his entire prick into her shitter. Then he started pulling out. Oh, it seemed as if he pulled a foot of prickmeat from her ass. The nerves in her ass-hole protested all the way.
"GOD!" she shouted, her body twisting and bouncing all the way.
He was moving forward again. Trina shoved her ass back and up, arching her back, feeling the ropes cutting farther into her flesh. The strange fullness inside her guts was starting to excite her. The pain from the lines chafing her flesh added to the strange, aroused feeling in her ass. It was a sensation all its own, the sheer unnaturalness of this act adding spice to the wild feelings.
Jack's cock went deeper, past where the last stroke had stopped. Trina sucked in a deep breath. His cockhead went up, up, filling her until she felt it almost buried in her tits. The incredible stretching of her ass tube made her belly seem full, gorged with cockmeat.
"Ohhhh!"
It was as if she'd eaten an entire pig! Trina thought her belly and ass would swell to bursting. no
The heat from the nerves in her ass-hole bounced off the slightly nauseating stuffed feeling and doubled back. The girl screwed up her face as if questioning someone. What on earth was happening to her body? She'd never felt anything like this before! Of course, she'd never felt anything like this ever in her life-any of it! And in spite of the pain and fear, she still wanted more cock in her ass. Yes, as odd as it was, as frightened of the act as she felt, Trina wished it was a bigger cock, a thicker and longer one than the tremendously fat dick fucking her now. "Ohhhhhh!"
She snapped her head from side to side, her long blonde hair whipping across her lust-bloated face. She felt her insides trying to follow his cock out. The girl thought the lewd suction in her ass-hole would drive her insane.
"Man, she's a regular machine! This cunt's too much!" Jack gasped.
"Yeah, she'd take us all in her ass if she could," Ron said, turning around and staring meaningfully at the helpless Donna.
The brunette felt her blood chill. Did they think she could do something as awful, as perverted as her cousin? Trina was another story. They had made her suffer other indignities. But she had never done anything as sick and wild as this! Nolosing her cherry to that damned metal dildo was one thing. But getting screwed in the ass...no, no! Donna turned her head, pulling at the wrist cuffs, still hoping she could escape before the men turned from her cousin to her. "AHHHHHHHHH!"
The tempo of Jack's ass-ripping cock grew faster and faster. Trina actually squeezed her ass tightly around the big man, trying to drag more sensuous tingles across her nerves. She didn't care how much it hurt her now-how perverted this act was. She just wanted that prick to drive her into a state of sexual frenzy. Yes, she didn't care about what she looked like to her cousin any longer. Donna could go to hell for all she cared. That wonderful collection of sensations tearing through her body and mind was all that mattered.
"Man, man, gonna cum soon," Jack panted.
Because he'd been shooting his wad again and again, his fucking took more time to achieve the desired orgasm. That was fine for Trina. Getting screwed in the ass was a new experience for her, something she had to warm up to. Now that she had, her own climax would soon be exploding over her.
"Have another drink, bitch," Ron said.
More water sloshed through her pussy, touching her clit, sending the tiny nub off into another series of minor eruptions. Trina concentrated on her cunt now, moving her body so that the cunt lips rubbed against her throbbing clit.
Jack meanwhile thrust back and forth, gradually speeding up his cockstrokes until the girl thought her ass-hole would catch fire. The hot friction in her dry ass was like burning gasoline. As the ramming length and speed of the strokes grew, she felt her pussylips milk more cunt juice from her hole. Heat sliced into the sides of her stiff clit. The feeling in her cunt built up quickly, becoming as important as the jabbing piston of prickmeat in her tight ass-hole.
"Oh, ohhhhhhh..."
Trina felt the odd hot and cold feelings flash through her pussy now. She was grunting with the effort of keeping up with his strokes. All the pain in her body focused on her ass-hole. The stretching, throbbing ring of tissues seemed to draw every sensation from every part of her body and gather it around the cock sliding in and out of her shitter.
The blonde teen panted. She knew she was being fucked-fucked fast and hard. But the way her cunt reacted, she didn't care what happened in her ass. There were no feelings of guilt, of anger or hate. She didn't want the man to stop, to apologize for violating her. The more she thought about him doing this awful thing, the hotter she got. Sweat dripping from under her arms collected into little pools on the rough table top as she rocketed closer and closer to a mind-blasting climax.
"OHHHHHHHHH, FUCK!"
Trina was shouting obscenities as loudly as the man fucking her ass. The rigid bar of cock in her ass seemed to slow suddenly. Then, with the sweaty slap of his muscular belly on her ass-cheeks, Trina felt him hit something deep inside her. Her shitter walls throbbed and hurt as if a dozen knives were sticking into them. She felt her ass lining all but ready to tear loose, accelerating the vulgar thrills from her clenching ass. Trina wanted it all to happen at once-the pain in her tits, the sliding and slipping of her cunt lips, the reaming thrusts of the cock in her ass-all of it she wanted to peak in a monstrous explosion that would knock her unconscious.
"NO, NOOOOO!"
She wailed, her eyes glazing over and rolling up into her head. Jack was grunting behind her. His cock pulled out, sucking her guts down. Now only the head of his prick stayed in her ass-hole. Trina felt the flaring ends of his prick tip pulling at her shitter, pulling her insides out. The girl grunted, hunching her ass back and forth in fast, fluttering strokes.
With another grunt the big man rammed his cock back into her ass. Trina felt the lining stretching again, threatening to tear. It was as if a freight train had crashed into her ass. She screamed.
"FUCK, MAN, I'M CUMMIN'! "
Jack was hitting her across the shoulders, beating her across the head, then reaching around and pinching her stiff nipples so hard that Trina thought he was going to tear them off. The thick, spurting masses of his jizz burned her ass-hole lining like jets of jellied gasoline. Trina's cunt snapped shut on nothing. Her ass wrung at his shooting prick. Oh, how she wanted something alive in her cunt, something slipping in and out, not that stupid thing still spurting warm water in her hole. She convulsed, her dangling body pounding against the table and the big man's humping body.
"Fuck, baby, work it out, work it on out," he gasped, the veins standing out in his neck and his forehead while his hips kept on hammering against her jiggling ass-cheeks.
Trina felt her tits being mauled under his hands. He was going as crazy as she was. The girl could feel bruises rising. But she ignored all that. All she could feel was the cum-spewing cock in her ass and the earthshaking power of her orgasm. "NOOOOOO!"
Lightning jolts of heat in her cunt amplified the spasming sensations in her ass until the whole incredible process of her orgasm finished.
"Yeah..."
Jack pulled his cock out, stopping for a second, then sliding it in farther. Trina sobbed, grinding her teeth together and shivering with frustration. That little pull disrupted the smashing of her orgasm. She fought desperately to keep his cock lodged deep in her ass.
"UnnghhOHHHHHH!"
The wide flare of the cockhead finally slipped out. Trina ground her teeth more savagely, cursing the big man, wishing he would go to hell right now for pulling out and leaving her unsatisfied. The warm water in her pussy stopped as well. Ron was bending over, examining her cunt, fingering her clit, making her shiver more wildly than before, then pulling the dildo out with a squishy, sliding sound.
"OHHHHHHHH GOD!" Trina hung her head down, her long hair nearly touching the table top. She sagged limply in her bonds once again, becoming as limp and spaced as she was when her cousin first saw her. Every ounce of strength in her tortured body was gone. She barely had enough strength to draw in a breath. Her ass-hole was still fluttering, as empty now as her wet, clasping cunt. She jerked and twitched a little, groaning as he stepped away.
"Christ, she'd have snapped my cock off with that ass of hers if I had let her," Jack said, smirking at the others. He cleaned the shit off his cock, then stuffed it back into his Levi's.
Trina turned her face from them and stared blankly at the floor. The pain in her arms, shoulders and legs lessened. Were they letting her down, easing the tension of that unnatural position they'd trussed her up in? No. She had read somewhere that the nerves could stand only so much stimulation. After a while they simply became numb to any pain. This surely is what happened here. As the men joked and laughed around her, the girl felt herself sinking into some region far away from here. The only thing she could feel of reality was the phantom sensation of Jack's cock rubbing her shitter lining to a state of explosion while that stupid dildo filled her pussy with water.
"Oh God, God," Donna wailed.
She had never felt so deserted in all her life. She hung there, watching her cousin slowly drift off into semi-consciousness. The men were sitting around talking, plotting, the girl knew she was next. What awful thing were they going to do to her now?
"Come on, let's check out the area to make sure ain't no one hanging 'round," Jack said, giving Donna a smile, then passing by. The teen brunette sighed. A respite! At least for a few moments she and her cousin would be left alone. They would have a few seconds of relief before the torture continued.
CHAPTER NINE
"Trina!"
Donna whispered loudly to her cousin, edging up from the plywood board she was still bound to. The blonde moaned, turning her head at the sound of Donna's tight voice.
"Trina!"
"What?"
The blonde looked at her cousin, feeling her ass-hole twitch again. Oh, how she wished Jack would come back and fuck her in the ass! The dual sensation of having both ends of her body stimulated like that was wonderful, the best feeling in the whole world!
"We've got to get out of here!"
Donna felt her heart beating like a big bass drum. This was the first time they were alone. Maybe they could hatch some plot, figure out a way to get free from these maniacs.
But Trina only laughed softly, the ropes groaning as her body twisting from left to right.
"There's no...no way," she said slowly, hanging her head down again.
"NO, no-they can't keep us here like this, doing what they want to, treating our bodies like they were pieces of meat," Donna said. She felt tears rising, burning her eyes as she thought of the savage way she'd lost her cherry.
"Why not? We can't go anywhere. Nobody knows where we are." The blonde teen sobbed, feeling the full horror of her situation wash over her. The ass fucking had tempered her fear and revulsion. But now they came over her in full force. Oh, how her arms ached, how her head throbbed, how her ass hurt!
"Oh, there has to be some way out of here...there just has to!" Donna whispered, more to herself than her cousin.
At that point the door squeaked open and the three men came back in.
"No one around," Jack said, satisfied after having checked the surrounding alleyways around the main entrance.
"Yeah, told you Venice is one hell of a place to do something like this," Ron said, rocking back and forth on his heels.
"Hey, let the bitch down so her belly touches the table. Man, she's gonna be stretched out to shit you keep her like that," Jack said, nodding to Brad.
While the two buddies messed with the rope, untying the double hitch figure eight and lowering the groaning teen several inches to take the strain off her arms and legs, Jack moved up to Donna, reaching down and unbuckling his belt. She watched with widening eyes, her nostrils flaring, her forehead wrinkling up with fear while her chest tightened once more. It was her turn again, her turn to suffer the full brunt of their perverted fury. There was no rhyme or reason to all this. They were simply animals-savage males who for one reason or another preyed on women like her and her cousin, enjoying seeing them suffer under their sadism. like Satan himself, Jack, Brad and Ron needed no explanation for evil. They simply existed for it.
"Gotta tenderize the meat first," he said, doubling the black leather belt and tapping the looped end against one thigh. He looked up at the girl, his smile fading into a sneer of lust. She lowered her eyes, seeing his cock rising up again, pressing against the front of his Levi's. Donna gasped. Was this man the devil himself? Could he be hard again after only half an hour's rest? Surely he couldn't fuck her. She tried squirming up on the plywood platform to which she was cuffed. Vulnerable-exposed! She tried crossing one leg over the other to protect her pussy, especially when she saw Jack eyeing the hairy, sensitive area. She felt her nerve endings becoming aroused, tingling with anticipation. Anticipation? Was that the right word for it? Could she be experiencing some pleasure in all this, the same kind of lewdness she'd seen her cousin struggle with shamelessly only a few minutes ago? What kind of power did these men possess to make her and Trina react so terribly?
Jack raised one hand, trailing the cool, smooth surface of the belt over her throat, then sliding it down to her nipples. Slowly he hefted one tit, dropped the belt and watched as the heavy tit bounced on her chest. Smiling, he continued drawing his belt down, down past her navel to her pussy.
Donna sucked in a deep breath and held it. How strange it was! Her clit was stiffening, bristling with excitement as the edge of the belt pushed aside her cunt-hairs and touched her pussymeat. She'd never been fucked down there between her legs yet-except by that foul metallic cock. Oh, how her cunt ached for a cock. Now that her cherry was gone, there was no reason for her to hold back her feelings. Fucking! Yes, if it was good enough for Trina, it certainly was good enough for her. But why were they holding back on her? Why didn't they just climb on her, mount her and fuck her? Why all this playing, why all this savagery? Why...?
"OHHHHHWHAHHHHAIYEEEER!"
Donna screeched, her head snapping back and hitting the board so hard she nearly knocked herself out. Stars and bright lights popped in front of her while pain throbbed in her head. The big man had snapped his hand back and with a quick, savage movement slashed the crop across both her nipples.
"No, don't...DON'T!"
It was awful. Donna had never felt such pain before! Her fingers clawed at the smooth wood behind her, her feet twisting around helplessly in the cuffs. Jack hit her again, this time just below her navel. Her belly churned, turning over as another blow crisscrossed the first.
"What...what are you doing to me?" the girl panted, her eyes wide with terror and pain.
Jack didn't answer her. She could read it in his eyes. He knew her story-hers and her cousin's. Yes-she was enjoying it as much as she loathed this act. Slut! Her aunt's word rang in her ears. Yes, the woman was right in calling her that awful name. Maybe there was something in their family that made her like this. A curse, or something like that, had blighted her and Trina, turning them from relatively normal young women into foaming sluts who craved this sort of abuse.
Jack smiled grimly at her, guessing what was going through her mind. He looked as if he were about to say something, then thought better of it and drew back his whipping arm again. Donna stiffened, her eyes focused on that doubled black belt quivering in one hand. She thought she detected a slight tremor in his body as he snapped the hand forward and slashed an X across her lower belly. It was as if someone had touched her with a burning piece of metal. Her knees started jerking up and were stopped midway by the leather cuffs still holding her legs in place. Donna screamed, from pain and from the frustration of not being able to protect herself.
"OHHHHHOWWWW!"
Two more blows struck the girl across the tits, and a third caught her by surprise on the thighs. She squirmed again up the board, falling back down and hanging from the restraints, her toes barely touching the cement floor. Something popped in her shoulder.
"Ahhhhhhh!"
Jack slammed just under her kneecap with the looped belt. Donna's body jerked and shivered as if touched with an electric wire. Reaching down, the big man grabbed a fistful of her cunt-hair and tugged playfully with it. He rolled his eyes up, watching the young teen's frantic expression, seeing her looking pleadingly down at him while her fingers clawed restlessly against the soft plywood.
"Nice cunt...real nice," he said, tugging harder, pulling the cunt lips up and apart with those movements. Then, with a sharp jerk, he yanked out a clump of those dark wiry hairs.
"AIYEEEEEE!"
Donna jerked her ass off the board, her head tilting back while scream after scream tore from her throat. The pain was excruciating.
"like it, baby? You dig that kinda shit when I slice this across your fuckin' belly?" Jack said, sneering up at the girl.
Donna grunted again as she watched Jack wipe the back of one hand across his drooling lips. She tried to draw her legs up again to protect her injured belly. But the cuffs held fast, making her feel even more vulnerable than before. Jack let out a sharp laugh, then made another X on her thighs.
Donna jerked forward, then slammed against the board. She rebounded, jerking like a puppet. Oh, how the leather hurt her ankles! The incredible pain radiated down her legs, up her arms, burning into her brain. The girl shifted her thighs, twisting them as best she could to protect her pussy.
"No, no-don't do this any more," she begged in a plaintive voice.
"Shut up!" Jack barked, slowing his strokes, timing them to strike just when the girl didn't expect it. The sensitive flesh felt as if it were bleeding. And yet he hadn't broken the skin. Jack knew just how hard to hit without causing violent damage.
"OH!"
He was flogging her knees regularly, beating at her tits, then moving back down to her thighs. Donna heard his breath whistling through his nostrils, almost masking the chuckle punctuating the lashing strokes.
"OH GOD, STOP THEM!"
But her true thoughts weren't along that line. She was growing hotter under the big man's continued assault. Her pussy was on fire, creaming just as Trina's had creamed under Jack's double fucking. She'd watched her cousin change from a wailing penitent into a whore demanding sexual satisfaction. Oh, was she going to be like that, her belly churning with excitement and her brain overloaded with sexual signals sputtering out from her cunt?
Jack brought the belt across her face hard, watching with pleasure as tears flowed down her injured cheeks. He was tapping the looped end of the instrument against her inner thighs, causing them to chill and burn alternately. Subtly the girl moved her hips in opposite rhythm, feeling her slick cunt lips caressing the sides of her clit. She kept yammering for mercy, but secretly enjoyed what was happening to her.
The big man moved the belt up to her cunt.
She stiffened, holding her breath while her fingernails clawed at the wood. Was he going to hit her there, actually cause some possible damage to her cunt? The thought both terrified her and made her cunt run with hot pussy juice. She shivered, waiting for the worst.
"AIYEEEEEE!" the girl screamed, as the doubled belt sliced over her cunt mound, the edge catching the tip of her clit. Pain combined with chilling pleasure, nearly knocking her unconscious. Donna banged against the wood board, her arms tensing, pulling at the cuffs pinning her down. The incredible pain exploding between her white shivering legs blasted up her spine to her brain. She kept jerking convulsively. The top of her cunt mound was bruised from that cruel blow. That blow, just to the side of her clit, sent a shower of sparks into her cunt. Oh, when was he going to touch her down there again and make her cunt walls buckle inward again from overheating? How she lusted for the touch of a man, and how ashamed she was to ask for it.
Jack stopped for a second to regain his breath. Then he let the belt unravel and pressed the buckle up into her cunt mouth. He grunted with satisfaction when he felt her small pussy muscles spasm against the cold brass, then try to suck the buckle inside.
"OHHHHHHHH!"
Donna shut her eyes and shook her head violently from left to right. A flood of cunt juice rushed from her pussy, wetting her ankles. Jack laughed in front of her, stopped the whipping and watched her body twitch and writhe in pain and ecstasy. He moved the buckled end of the belt around and around in her cunt until the young woman was screaming continually. The hard clenching of her cunt muscles around the belt almost dragged it from the big man's hand.
Then he ripped the buckle away from the grasp of her pussy. The girl cried out again and stared at him, her breath coming in short, shallow pants. She felt like an animal, alive to every sensation, devoid of all but the most obscene thoughts.
"Man, nice hot pussy," Jack said, smoothing both hands over her hot cunt mound.
Donna thought she was going to go wild. She writhed against the plywood board, her fingers clawing at the bonds holding her tight. She wanted to touch him, to touch herself. Having him trail his fingertips lightly like that around the puffed edges of her cunt lips was terrible! She flexed her ass-cheeks, hunching out, jerking her thighs from side to side, trying to get Jack to touch her clit and relieve the pressure building up.
"Oh, AHHHHHHHHHH!"
"Nice, nice..."
Jack was smoothing his hands down her thighs, bending his knees and sliding his tongue down her belly. Oh, he was going to eat her out, put his mouth on her cunt just as she'd put her mouth on his prick! She ground her teeth together, setting her jaw firmly and waiting for the wonderful sensation. Oh this was going to be a reward for the suffering she'd had to endure these past few seconds.
"Nice, oh baby, nice and hot and smooth and tight," Jack sighed, trailing his tongue along the perimeter of her navel, then letting it go down while he pinched her thighs.
"Ummmmmm..." Donna sighed, closing her eyes and inhaling deeply. At least for a little while the exhausting fear that had coursed through her body would be eased.
Donna felt his breath blowing through her cunt-hairs, felt his nose pressing against the top of her cunt mound. Every nerve ending in her body strained up toward that sucking hot mouth. She trembled, the muscles sticking out from her neck while she fanned her toes and fingers until they cramped. Oh, she was going to feel his tongue on her clit now...OHHHHH!
"AHHHHHH!" the girl cried, her arms jerking, her legs twitching, her fingers clawing the wood until some of her nails broke. It had to be one of the best feelings in the world! Ohhhh, it's soooo good, I'm gonna die it's so good," she moaned, rolling her head and feeling her heart pounding so hard that it threatened to tear through her rib cage.
Donna was pushing her cunt into his mouth, feeling his tongue slide into the tight line between her bloated pussylips. The girl exploded as he shoved up higher and higher, licking and sucking, until his nose was touching her clit. His tongue scraped around the narrow hot passage, sopping up her cunt juice, licking her raw, sucking her pussy until the girl thought she was going to pass out from delight.
The brunette could bend her knees slightly and did so, pushing them against the sides of his head while the big man hungrily ate her out.
"Mmmmm, hey man, good pussy," Jack said, calling over his eager buddies.
Brad and Ron needed no second invitation. They were down on their knees in a second after Jack had stood up. Ron was first, spreading her thighs widely apart while stiffening his tongue and stabbing it in and out as if it were a tiny cock.
Donna gasped and moaned and twisted under him. Jack had moved to one side, holding one tit in his hand and licking the stiff tip. Donna turned her head and saw his mouth closing over her nipple, felt his teeth sink into the sensitive surrounding flesh. It was such a delight having two men working her over.
"Go for it baby," Brad said, standing up and taking the other tit and sucking on it. Both nipples! Donna let out a long, low, moaning howl, feeling a mini-orgasm spear through her cunt when Ron pursed his lips and sucked gently on her clit.
"OHHHHH!"
At the same time her cunt muscles cramped, snapping the walls shut on the big man's tongue and trapping it deep inside her. Ron moved his head around while he busily ate her, licking and snarling as if he were some kind of dog. When she started hunching, he pulled away and invited his buddy to the juicy hot meal between her legs.
"Yeah, why not?"
They switched places, Ron sucking tit while Brad moved his tongue into her cunt, pulled it out and trailed it back along her taint until he was sucking at her ass-hole! Donna gasped. All three-all three of them were on her, teasing her up to a mind-boggling ecstasy. Oh, what would her aunt say now if she could see her?
CHAPTER TEN
Donna felt herself cum twice when Brad started brushing her clit with his stiff, mustache while curling his tongue and sticking it in and out of her like a tiny cock. And oh, how Ron and Jack sucked her tits, biting the sensitive nipples, then licking their tongues rapidly around to soothe the injured area. When the three men pulled back Donna felt as if she could sleep for a hundred years.
"Hey, man, I got an idea...'specially for this one," Jack said, rubbing his chin and smiling strangely at her.
Donna shuddered. What would it be now-more whips, more fucking, some other torture more horrible than she could think of now? The possibilities boggled her confused brain. She hung there, feeling her cunt grow slack. Jack and the others were talking softly. Occasionally she saw one of them look around at her and grin-an awful, hellish grin, one that made her flesh pucker up into goose pimples.
"You go and get 'em," Jack said to Ron, slapping his buddy on the back.
"Yeah, she's been real good so far. Man, she's gonna turn on to this," the young man said, laughing softly as he unlocked the garage door and slipped into the darkening afternoon.
Donna thought about her aunt. Surely she's worried at least about her daughter. Surely she'll call the police in a bit, reporting the two of them missing. But still-would the authorities be able to find her and her cousin in here? How? No one, she thought, saw them being dragged in here. Alone. They were alone, left on their own resources. What was so terrible was that there were no resources left to them. Looking searchingly at her cousin Trina, Donna dropped her eyes and sank once again into her leather bonds. Despair settled over her as tears rolled silently down her cheeks. They were here at the men's pleasure, bound to do whatever they wanted until this gang tired of them and set them free.
An hour, perhaps longer, passed before Ron returned. Donna had dozed in spite of the aching pain caused by her hanging position. She awoke with a start the moment she heard the door squeaking open. The brief hope that the police had found them died when she saw Ron's leering face poking in. He was whispering something to Jack who had rushed to the doorway.
"Now?"
The word made her gasp. He had brought something or someone to torture her further. It was her they were after. Trina was still half dazed from her last encounter.
"Yeah, bring 'im in. Thanks for goin' all the way back home to get 'im," Jack said, pursing his lips together and nodding his head.
There was some movement, then a strange sound. It was the sound of footsteps. Donna wrinkled her forehead, peering through the dim light, wondering what on earth Ron had brought back with him.
"OH!"
In an instant she knew what they going to do to her.
"HELP! OH GOD, HELP!"
Donna screamed, almost climbing up the plywood still holding her prisoner. Her eyes widened while sweat broke out again all over her body. Standing there in the door next to Ron was a large black Doberman, his pointed ears pinned back while his powerful jaws were parted. Spittle oozed from one side of his mouth, dripping down to the filthy garage floor. Donna knew they were going to sic the animal on her. If he didn't tear her up, then he was going to do something sexual to her.
"Got somethin' to get 'im interested in her?" Jack said, enjoying the girl's horror.
"Yeah. Picked it up on the way back here," Ron said, fishing out a can of dog food.
Donna watched silently as the men opened the can with their knives, scraping up some of the foul-smelling brown meat on their blades and walking over to her.
"Just in case Sam ain't too excited this'll get 'im goin', " Ron said, smearing the pasty solid all over her cunt lips.
Donna made a face, turning her head away from the men as she felt the cold steel blade and the horrible dog food touching her cunt. Jack joined his buddy, helping him to cover her cunt mound with the foul-looking substance. When they were through, Donna wished she could have pissed in their faces. Her growing terror, however, prevented her from doing anything except hang there and wait for the next degradation.
"Come here, Sam. That's a good boy," Ron said, cleaning his knife by wiping the side of the blade against her thighs, then slipping it back into the leather holder.
"Let 'im go at it for a while. Then we'll take her down and watch the fun," Jack said, rubbing his crotch and grinning at the girl.
"Go for it, Sam, go for it," Ron whispered in the background.
Donna hung there, her eyes widening as the dog approached her. It was a handsome animal, as far as Dobermans go. His shiny black coat glistened evilly in the dim light. What she especially noticed were his teeth-that glistening double row of sharp fangs sharply contrasted against the dark red tongue flicking just behind them. She sucked in oxygen, unsure if he was going to rip out her throat or...or do something perhaps much worse to her.
"Go for it, man, do it!" Brad whispered encouragingly.
Donna watched as the animal circled her, a low, throaty growl coming from his mouth. His entire body seemed to glow with sexuality. The short fur around his neck bristled while his tongue hung from one corner of his mouth. The soft padding sounds of his claws against the concrete floor made her shiver. He was sniffing the air, stopping right in front of her and sniffing at the meat-smeared pussy. Donna shook her cunt, trying to knock off some of the foul meat.
"Man, he's gonna do it!" Ron said, nearly clapping his hands together in delight.
"OH!"
It had happened too quickly! Donna screamed and screamed again while the animal leaped up, putting his forepaws against her thighs and thus bracing himself while burying his mouth in her cunt thicket. His cold snout and warm tongue working in and out of her cunthole made the girl nearly retch. Donna rolled her eyes up and kept on moaning, clawing her fingers into her palms. Helpless, she let the animal eat her out. She felt his slick, hard teeth against her cunt lips while he curled his tongue and went for the dog meat.
"Feel good, baby? Feel just like a hot tongue workin' you out?" Jack taunted.
"UnnnghhhOOOOOO!"
Those filthy, foul animals! She hated them, hated the lot of them. This was the last straw, being hung up here and forced to submit to...to this! Donna called them every name she could think of, at times shouting vulgar sayings down at the animal.
But Sam kept on eating, lapping up the loose particles of meat still clinging to her frazzled brown cunt hairs. Soon he'd cleaned her totally, lapping up even the gravy that had spilled into her slick crack. Now he was licking just for the sake of licking. Donna closed her eyes and shivered. God, that tongue felt good. In spite of all the things she'd just said and thought earlier, that tongue felt so good. Was it a hangover from the moments when Brad, Jack and Ron were eating her out? Oh, there was little difference. In fact if she kept her eyes closed and imagined just a little, she could pretend Jack was down there between her legs eating her out. Yes, she'd think that. It would help her get over his horror.
The Doberman's tongue lapped noisily at her crotch. She felt the slick organ cleaning her out, curling around her hole, searching for the last drop of gravy. The muffled growls echoed through her pussy, making the cunt walls rumble in sympathy. Oh, it was soooo good. It had to be one of the more gentle things that had happened to her since being kidnapped.
"Bring 'er down, man. I wanna see this one fucked by the mutt. Yeah, I wanna see some action from this one," Jack sighed.
"Sam's good and ready," Ron said, walking up to the girl and moving his pet down. Sam growled in frustration, shaking his body. "Easy, boy, easy. We're gonna make it easier for you," he said.
Donna didn't want to be taken down. She wasn't that high on sex not to understand what they were saying. Fucked by a dog? No, no, they couldn't be serious! The girl felt the wrist cuffs loosen, then slip away. Brad worked on the bonds holding her ankles to the plywood torture board. Soon she felt herself being gathered up in their arms and moved to the center of the room where Jack had thrown down a filthy rug.
"Go for it," Ron said, spilling her onto the carpet.
"No, NO!"
Donna twisted around, holding her arms in front of her as if she could push away the growling, stalking beast. She stared at him with widened eyes, her nostrils flaring, her flesh tightly drawn over her face.
Sam stood by his master's side for a few seconds, analyzing the situation. When he realized it was only the girl and not the men who would provide any resistance, he lowered his head and let out a long, low throaty growl, the one that had frightened Donna so much a little earlier.
"Please, please don't make me do this," she begged in a small voice.
There were no answers. Donna crawfished back, her arms still in front of her, her knees raised and slightly spread. There was nowhere to run. She knew she'd be thrown back at the dog if she tried making a break for it.
"Let 'im lick you off, baby. Come on, let's see a little show," Jack said, raising one foot and kicking her lightly in the back.
Donna cried out, jerking to one side while still trying to keep her distance from the approaching Doberman. Oh, she could feel his breath against her ankles!
"This can't be happening. I won't let it," Donna said to herself out loud.
But there was little she could do. Sam was crouched down now. Between his hind legs Donna could see something long and knobby and pointed sticking out. OH, it was his prick. He was going to...no, no, she wouldn't let that happen to her! It just couldn't!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Sam was growing with excitement now. All the bruises and burns Donna had meant nothing to her compared to the horror she now faced. All the natural feelings she had against animals surfaced at this moment when the Doberman began stalking her in earnest. Donna struggled backward on the rug, her heels slipping on the filthy piling as she squirmed away from the panting Doberman.
"No, no..."
She was wetting herself! Yes, in spite of everything, she was wetting herself with cunt juice! Her surprise and confusion registered in her face. But the sensations of the inner surfaces of her cunt as she wormed away from the animal were oh, so good. Had all the sex she'd experienced somehow overload her circuits, made her favor any kind of stimulation just as long as she could achieve a powerful satisfaction? She didn't know. Surely this was a question she'd have to ask herself much later, when the storm had calmed. "NO!"
It was more a cry against herself than to the approaching Doberman. The animal was through playing around. She could see the grim determination in his eyes, the stance he took in front of her, his forepaws stretched out and braced for attack. Oh, how she wished she had a gun. But who would she use it on? Herself? The dog? The men who had forced her to face this awful aspect of her personality?
"OHHHHHHHH!"
The worst happened. Sam jumped, his paws hitting her thighs. Quickly he moved in, his nose plunging under her cunt mound, his tongue wetting her again all over. He was whining, wiggling his strong, black body back and forth as he stood above her on the rug. Donna was petrified! The first touch of his tongue had made her stomach buck with fear. It was an unnamed fear, a terror that made her mind flash white with blankness. She should be striking him now, kicking at him. Surely she had the opportunity to do so. The cuffs were off. There was nothing holding her down or back.
"Ohhhhh no...oh my God!"
It was unbelievable. She was actually accepting him, embracing him as if he were her lover! She shot a look at Trina. No, her cousin was still out of it, hanging there like a hunk of meat, cum still probably trickling from her injured ass-hole. Thank God she wouldn't have a family witness to this!
"Go for it, baby. Come on, get down on that mutt. You dig it, dig it bad, don'tcha?" Jack said, froth flecking his lips.
Yes, she loved it. She had fallen back, covering her eyes with one hand while kneading her tits with the other. It was a lovely, wonderful licking friction that was bringing a flood of cunt juice to her hot little hole. Again and again Donna told herself she wasn't getting lapped up by an animal. No, it was Jack or Ron or Brad between her legs, licking up her juices, growling like a dog.
"Oh, oh, OH!"
Her knees fell apart more. She heard her cunt lips unstick. Yes, she was shameless, a real-live slut, the type of woman her aunt feared she'd turned out to be.
"Man, I can't take this. I gotta get some relief,"
Ron said, unzipping his Levi's and stepping out of them. Brad followed suit, both of them going up to Trina and taking her completely down from the table. The last Donna saw of her cousin this time was disappearing under the hammering thighs of both men. The groans she heard were strangely similar to her own-moans of fear strongly tinged with delight.
"Go for it baby, and I'll let you swing on my cock," Jack said, pulling out his much-used cock again and working it up with his fingers to full hardness, thickness and length.
Donna smacked her lips, feeling the dog nuzzling his black nose between her cunt lips. Oh, he was smelling and tasting her! Gently and delicately, his long pink tongue sucked around her inner cunt lips, petting her clit. She shuddered with the explosive fever burning through her brain and body. The licking was so uninhibited, so wild. He rested on his belly now between her widely splayed thighs. She could feel his breath over her cunt curls as he wet her pussy over and over again.
"Stupid little slut! Stupid little slut!"
Her aunt's words rang once again in her ears as the Doberman licked her pussy.
"Oh, oh, OH!"
No, she wasn't a slut. This was something she was forced to do! When it was over...when it was over, what would she do? Did she really think she could look at herself in the mirror and believe the men had forced her to feel all the delights that had seared her mind? No, she had been an active part of this, had actually encouraged them to hurt and insult her more. "Unnghhh...! "
Yes, she knew what she was doing. She could feel the animal between her shivering legs, feel his short fur tickling her flesh. This wasn't any of the men licking her. No, she wanted this animal, needed him. The wild perverted hunger of her body seemed to force everything out of her consciousness except the desire to make the sensations between her thighs more intense. She was possessed by the desire to have the dog lick her more intensely. Growling almost as loudly as Sam, Donna felt his snout pushing into the squishy, steamy mess between her thighs.
"Lick me...unnghhoooooohhh, lick me..."
Donna writhed her shoulders against the rug, feeling the carpet gathering up in wrinkles and working into her sweaty asscrack. Her tits jiggled like mounds of pudding while the nipples stood up like tiny mountain peaks.
"Oh Jesus, Christ in heaven..."
Donna moved her ass up, giving the animal more of her cunt to eat. He sensed her growing excitement and whimpered through his black snout. Now he was licking the rounded bottoms of her ass-cheeks. She could feel his hot spit trickling down her ass, leaking into her ass-hole. Yes, yes, it was wonderful. She gasped and babbled to him as he fucked her with his tongue. She was fanning her fingers now along his neck, drawing him closer to her, feeling the short fur around his snout tickling the slick membrane separating her outer and inner cunt lips. Drool leaked from the corner of her mouth. She moved her ass up, then let it fall back. She tensed and flexed her thighs again and threw her ass up once more.
"Now, baby, now. You're primo for a fucking," Jack said, rolling up his eyes and seeing he wasn't going to get any help. His buddies were busy fucking Trina together; the blonde yelled with lust and pain.
Donna rolled over, felt herself now crouching down on all fours, her forehead resting against the rug, her arms folded under her tits while her nipples scraped over the carpeting. It was going to happen. It was really going to happen! And the girl was simply too weak to stop it. In a way Donna wanted it, wanted to feel that hard cock reaming her out. She was actually working her ass around in tight, frantic circles, crying excitedly through her flared nostrils. Her lungs burned as she sucked in more air to feed her overworked body.
Sam was licking at her ass, wetting each cheek thoroughly. The tickle was exciting beyond words! Oh God, yes, it would be wonderful to have something good and hard in her cunt!
"Fuck, fuck..."
Everything else that happened that evening was a blur. She remembered Jack sticking his cock in her mouth and telling her to suck hard. He held her head in both his hands, nearly crushing her skull while his cries mingled with those of his friends across the room.
Donna's long brown hair hung down and curtained her face. It was happening. Claws scraped her skin, then slid up. A furry weight suddenly at her back told her Sam had mounted her. She could feel his hindquarters moving nervously behind her legs, pressing up against the soft spots behind each knee.
"MMMMMFFFFF!"
She felt the red tip of Sam's prick gouging lower, until it slipped into her hole. Oh, how her cunt walls grabbed at it, trembling and fluttering as if it were a man's cock. As Jack's cock sawed in and out of her mouth, choking her with jizz, Sam fucked her rapidly. Twice the Doberman tried working his cock all the way in, then gave up and simply tightened his grip around her waist and fucked madly away.
"Man, gonna...ughhhhh-shoot!"
Jack sprayed her throat again with his cum, pushing in so hard that the tip reached the base of her throat. At the same time the Doberman whined, nestling his head in the valley between Donna's jutting shoulder blades. Shot up with cum-swimming in it-mounted by a dog! The thoughts whirled dizzyingly in her mind. Just as Sam slipped his softening prick from her cunthole, the girl felt herself finally losing consciousness. The long afternoon had taken its toll. She didn't hear the derisive laughter any longer, or the cries coming from across the room as Trina and her two rapists came together.
Donna had no idea how long she'd been unconscious. When she came to, she found herself alone with her cousin. Trina had been unbound and left sprawled on the rug next to her. All traces of the men were gone. When Donna moved, she felt something slick in her cunt. She shivered, remembering what had happened that evening. Trina was staring at her.
"Well..."
Donna didn't know what to say. Thank God Trina hadn't seen her last degrading act.
"Trina, it was...it was awful!" she said, burying her face in her hands.
"You didn't look that upset," the girl said, examining herself and sighing.
"That's a terrible thing to say," Donna said, staring wide-eyed at her cousin with a red face.
"But it's true. Neither of us...well, I guess that's something we'd better talk about later. We'd better get home. Unghhh, oh, I'm hurting all over. You'll have to help me, Donna," the blonde said, closing her eyes and making a face.
The two of them dressed slowly, neither daring to look at the other.
"How much money do you have?" Trina said, picking up her purse and fishing through the wallet.
"Ten dollars, I think," Donna said, looking nervously around. She didn't want to stay. They might come back.
"Good. I've got twenty. That's enough to get back to Pasadena. We'll have to think of something to tell Mom, I guess," Trina said, guiding her cousin out.
Donna stepped out into the cool night air. Behind he she could hear the Pacific pounding the beach. Instinctively she knew that's what Trina was thinking. In spite of all these horrors, Trina was thinking of finding those men again. No, no, never. She'd never do it. Clenching her fingers into two tight fists, Donna followed her cousin to the main street, trying to ignore the itchy ache gathering around her clit the moment she thought of those men. No! NO!
