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.
RAPED MOTHER, ROPED DAUGHTER 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
"I ... I shouldn't be doing this," Janice said, smoothing down her hair and looking around the livingroom nervously. It was so stupid, letting herself getting picked up this way! She had a teenaged daughter at home, more than enough to worry about.
And here she was with a complete stranger, someone who had picked her up at that sleazy bar she and her good friend Martha had gone to. Janice Weatherby, you're in trouble, she thought to herself, staring at the handsome, thick-muscled man standing in front of her. He obviously had invited her to his apartment for more than just a drink.
"It's natural, Jan. You don't mind me calling you Jan, do you?" he said, his eyes undressing her. Janice felt her cunt grow hot and tight and swampy while a strange electric-like feeling sparked up and down her inner thighs. It had been oh so long since she'd felt this way.
After Brad, her husband, had been killed in that auto accident, Janice swore she'd never fuck another man. She had a young daughter to raise properly. It would be an effort, she knew, and her early fears were being borne out-Linda was turning out to be something of a wild girl, having a will of her own.
"But ... well, I guess a drink won't hurt," she said, sighing and throwing her sweater over the couch.
It was a pleasant bachelor apartment-small, plain, yet comfortable. She leaned against the back of the sofa, watching the handsome stud slip behind the bar and pour two vodka-and-tonics. Her eyes traveled slowly along one wall to a half opened door. She could just barely make out a turned-down bed. Her heart stopped, then started again. Obviously this man-oh, God, what was his name?-had prepared to bed down someone before leaving home for the Golden Dragon. "Here," he said, stretching out his hand.
She stepped around the bar and took the drink, feeling like a fraud. Did she really want to fuck someone tonight? If not, why had she let Martha talk her into going to that pick-up joint? Surely, her friend would pump her with questions the following day. She saw that knowing smirk cross Martha's lips when she waltzed out of the bar with ... oh yes, his name was Jack Harrington. Thank God she remembered it!
"You go down there often?" Jack said, taking a sip, then putting down the glass.
God, she was nervous. There was an air of expectation hanging thickly between them. Her fingers turned to ice, trembling, making the glass vibrate slightly in her hand. Steady, steady, Janice cautioned herself, lowering her eyes and concentrating on his question. Small talk. That's all it was. All she had to do was keep the subject off fucking and bed and she'd be all right. Surely he'd guess after a while she just wasn't interested in fucking around.
"No, my first time," she panted, surprised at how low her voice had become. Glancing quickly up at Jack, she saw he had noticed her nervousness.
"Thought I hadn't seen you there," he said, his black eyes glittering like those of a wild man. That's what had attracted her to him. He looked savage, like some half-crazed Russian Cossack just down from the mountains for a spree of rape and pillage. Those dark eyes, bushy eyebrows that nearly met above the bridge of his nose, his high cheekbones, the black, well-trimmed moustache and beard that met at the corners of his wide, sensuous mouth-all his features combined to make him look like the brute she'd always fantasized about.
"My friend . . . Martha, uh, well, she took me there. I guess I haven't been out much."
She sounded so stupid, like a retard. Well, he wasn't interested in brillian intellectual wit, she could tell that. Her hand was trembling more violently. How long had it been since she'd been really fucked? The question made her heart skip a beat. Her pussy convulsed shut on nothing. Years, many, many years! Nearly ten years since a man had fucked her. How could she have gone that long without ... without letting herself go like she had tonight?
"It's good you're not a regular there," he said, setting his glass down after taking a long drink, emptying the glass.
"Oh?" Janice asked, arching her eyebrows and noticing the thick roll of cockmeat pressing up against his trousers. Was he hard? Was he going to make a pass now, push her through the bedroom door and throw her onto the bed? The possibility made her tremble. Her cunt was soft, hot, dripping with juice, bursting apart at the seams!
"Yeah. Women who go there all the time get 'used up' a little, if you know what I mean."
He narrowed his eyes, breathing more irregularly while staring hotly at her. Janice could hardly draw in a breath, her chest was so tight.
"I think I do," she said, her voice trembling even more than before.
Janice felt chills sweep over her body. He came around the counter, smiling cockily while that bulge in his pants tented up the material around his fly. Didn't he wear underwear? Of course not. One of the things that had attracted her to him back at the bar was the swinging of his big, thick cock against the material of his loose-fitting trousers. She was such a slut!
"Why don't we sit down?" he suggested, his voice as breathless as hers.
Janice turned her back to him, feeling riveted to the spot. She felt his warm breath caressing the back of her neck as he moved behind her. How would she react? She waited, expecting to feel a tongue being shoved into her ear. That was how her late husband Brad used to begin their fantastic love-making sessions, sessions she had sorely missed these long, long sexless years!
"You know, I think we can have a good time ... a real good time," he murmured.
The words made her heart stop again. She knew they had crossed a bridge now. He had made a definite pass, one she had to respond to. Should she tell him off, pick up her sweater and walk out the door?
"I don't know ... I don't know," she said, moving forward a little.
Her body was betraying her. The tips of her tits were so hard, they were about to come through her brassiere. Her pussy was tightening, relaxing, moving as if her cunt had a will of its own. The full, bloated, flexible pussylips curled and trembled while her clit hardened and popped to the slick surface. She whirled around to face the big man behind her. Jack was smiling more broadly as if he knew exactly what was going on in her mind and body.
"Sure you do," he said, taking the drink from her hand and setting it on the end table.
Janice felt the room whirling around her. He was nearly on top of her. His right hand was slipping around her waist, drawing her up to him. It was all she feared would happen, all she wished would happen.
"I . . . I'm not that kind of woman," Janice moaned, her eyes flashing over his body. He was stocky, his chest so thick and powerful that he looked like a wrestler. He was young, virile, excited, handsome. Her pussy spasmed when she thought about what he was going to do.
"Then what's on your mind right now-reading, telling jokes?" he whispered, bending down and flicking his tongue in her ear.
Janice closed her eyes and fought back a moan. Her body was alive to the slightest touch. She felt like a young woman again, a teenager who was experiencing her first sex encounter. His touch was mind-blowing, something that made the room whirl around dizzily. And when she felt his ironhard prick brushing against the furry cunt mound between her legs, Janice thought she was going to die. Fucking was something she'd been wanting to do all these years, something she ran from. Now she wanted to fuck with all her heart and soul and pussy! Janice didn't stop to think about her daughter, about all the problems awaiting her at home when she returned later. No. The only thing that counted right now was this exciting man and what he was going to do to her in the sack. "MMMMM!" she moaned.
Janice struggled against his tongue as it forced its way into her mouth. He was Frenching her while his hands worked down, down, gathering her short dress up, then sliding around the naked skin at the edge of her panties.
"Yeah, yeah, come on, honey, you want me to fuck you, don't you? You came up here to have a little cockwork done to your pussy, right, baby? Yeah, you need a fucking real bad."
The words burned into her brain. He was talking filthy, his voice taking on a surprisingly hard edge. But how she loved it, needed it! She responded violently, clawing at his back, pressing one thigh between his legs and rubbing back and forth, feeling his body tremble at that movement.
"Shit!" he exclaimed, wiggling two fingers under the hem of her briefs. As his fingers rubbed over her silky flesh, Janice started moaning, low and deep. Sweet cunt juice seeped out of her pussy, wetting her panties.
"I ... I don't want to go any further," she said, lying between her teeth.
Jack pulled back and laughed softly, then dropped his head down again and kissed her passionately. As their hot, spit-filled mouths sucked and gurgled together, Janice could feel eight inches of hot, throbbing cockmeat pressing against her cunt again. She wondered how she would feel having his huge prick fucking in and out of her pussy. It had been such a long, long time. She was clutching the big man desperately now, holding onto him as if she might lose him.
"Come on. I'm not gonna fuck you standing up," Jack said, gathering her up in his arms and carrying her through the doorway.
The woman caught half-glimpses of what was happening around her. She rolled her head from side to side, seeing a dresser here, the bed there, several mirrors placed in odd positions. She didn't notice anything irregular at the moment as he laid her on the bed, then stepped back and started undressing. His chest was as muscular as she had imagined it would be earlier that evening! A thick body of fur coated his tanned flesh, narrowing into a vee just at his navel and going down to his cock.
Janice wormed up a little on the bed, resting her head on one crumpled pillow, working the backs of her legs sensuously over the covers as Jack unbuckled his trousers and slipped them down. His eight-inch cunt-splitter of a cock spilled out, sticking straight out and pointing at her. Janice let out a little gasp, instinctively putting one hand protectively to her throat as she stared at his fat, thicklyveined prick. A set of leathery, hairy, low-hanging balls complemented his cock.
"Dig it, eh?"
His voice was harder, almost threatening now. Janice wrinkled her forehead, her eyes widening as she picked up dangerous vibes radiating from the towering man in front of her.
"I ... ughhh . . ."
She didn't know what to say. Was telling him she admired his body going too far? It made her blush to think of what the sight of his body was doing to her. She lay there stupidly, staring at his big prick while her body quivered with excitement.
"Come on, bitch, come on!" he said impatiently, putting his hands on his hips and sneering at her.
Bitch? What on earth was he talking about? She sat up on the bed, her eyes wide with indignation as the word still echoed in her mind. The earlier soft glow of sexual excitement dissipated at the sound of that filthy word.
"I'm getting out of here," Janice said, slipping her legs over the side of the bed and starting to get up.
"No, you're not. You came up here for a good hot fucking and that's what you're gonna get. You can't tease my cock then walk away as if nothing's happened," Jack said.
He stepped around to the side of the bed, shoving her down violently as she started to rise from the mattress. Janice let out a grunt as her body bounced on the groaning bed. Fear knifed through her now as she stared up at the man. He was a pervert, some kind of kink. And she was trapped in his bedroom. Her gaze raced around the room. Mirrors, several of them, were turned on the bed. She saw her terror-stricken eyes, her body exposed by her hitched-up dress. And there were several trunks close by the bed. God only knows what he kept in them. Janice didn't want to find out.
Jack didn't say a word. His silence terrified her. The woman kept staring at his cock, wondering just how brutal he could fuck with his prick. His cock looked awfully formidable. For the first time in a long time, Janice felt real fear. The skin along her thighs, in the valley between her tits, and along her taint crawled. As Jack took a step forward, she slipped back on the bed. The lamp on one end table caught his face and upper torso. The sweat on his chest and face glistened. He was enjoying this immensely, she could tell! His forehead wrinkled, and the skin around his dark eyes tightened.
"You want something like this, you Goddamned cunt, you fuckin' whore! You wouldn't 've gone to the Golden Dragon unless you wanted to get fucked ... I mean really reamed out by a cock like mine," Jack whispered tightly. He curled his fingers around his prick and jacked his cock back and forth. She saw his cock start to glisten and knew he was oozing pre-cum freely. What was so strange about this was that she really was getting
excited, looking forward in a way to getting roughly fucked by him. At times, she and her late husband Brad would play S&M games. But they were only games, playing at what apparently was now the real thing. How she enjoyed fucking when he bound her arms and legs together with her panty hose. God only knows what this pervert was going to do with her!
"No, no, I didn't. I just wanted some company. I've been alone, oh, so alone . . ."
Her voice trailed off into nothingness. Her words sounded so stupid. She leaned back, propping her torso up on her elbows while she stared silently, in terror, at the big stud. His legs were brushing against the side of the bed now, his prick was casting a shadow over the sheets, crossing her ankles. There was no place to run. Panic rushed into her brain. Once again Janice jumped up, trying to slip past him.
"Back down, you fuckin' bitch!" he said gruffly.
He laid a heavy palm on her shoulders and pushed her back violently. The mattress squeaked and groaned while the headboard pounded loudly against the wall, cracking some of the plaster. She sucked in a deep breath, afraid of the man.
"Don't hurt me!" she wailed, covering her face protectively.
"I won't hurt you . . . too much," Jack said, smirking down at her. "Sit up."
Janice hesitated. Jack's smirk turned quickly to a frown, his face darkening when she didn't obey him immediately. He reached down, grabbing her, filling his palm with her blonde hair that curled around his fingers. He jerked her up, snapping her head forward so hard that Janice thought for a moment he had broken her neck. He was holding her by the hair with both hands now, shoving her nose against his hairy belly. She could smell the odor of a real man, feel his flesh pressing against her flesh, feel his body hairs tickling her nostrils. His odor triggered her pussy into high heat. The woman felt her cunt walls tremble, then buckle inward while her pussylips swelled and folded over one another.
"You're gonna do what I fuckin' want you to!" he shouted. "Understand?"
This was insane! Things like this just didn't happen. Then the woman thought about all the headlines she'd been reading-stories about women being kidnapped by-men or gangs of men just for the hell of it, being dragged off into some motel or deserted apartment building and being gang-banged. At other times they were beaten severely, tortured for hours before being let go-if they were let go at all. She had lucked out, finding such a pervert. And now there was nothing she could do but go along and pray to God that the session would be short.
"Bitch!"
He flung her back on the bed, wiping his hands on his thick-muscled thighs. Janice tensed, seeing him raise his hand like he was going to hit her. While she lay cringing on the bed, he advanced, kneeling on the mattress between her widely splayed knees.
"Fuckin' cunts! All of you come 'to those fuckin' bars and parade your asses around, making cocks good and hard. Then you don't wanna fuck. Well, baby, I'm gonna pay you back in spades for all that kinda fuckin' shit," he growled.
He was insane! Janice trembled, her face bleaching white with terror as she saw the crazy glow in his black eyes. She breathed with wheezing sounds through her opened mouth as his lips pulled back across his teeth in a mad smile. She tried to flatten herself on the bed just as his hand came down in a broad arc, cutting through the air and aimed straight for her face.
"UGHHHHH!" the woman screamed as her head jerked to the left from the force of that blow. Her hair splashed over her face while her body rolled, then slipped back to her original position. Janice realized with horror that this was going to be a long, long night.
Chapter Two
"Are you sure this is all right?" Linda Weatherby asked her best girlfriend in a trembling voice. They were standing in an alleyway just off Ocean Front Walk in Venice, California. The late afternoon sun barely illuminated the dark, filthy passageway while winos staggered along the opposite side, glancing furtively at the well-dressed teenagers.
"It's okay, I tell you. Jack told me this is the only place in the area you can get some good booze. And it's cheap. The guy's name is Tony or something. Come on," her girlfriend, Tina said, curling her fingers into a fist and knocking rapidly on the door of a run-down apartment.
Linda hoped there was no one at home. The idea of getting hold of some booze in Venice sounded kinky at home. Glendale was such a boring neighborhood-made more insufferable by her mother's constant worrying over her morals. Well, this evening her mother and her friend Martha were going to some sort of church social or something. Linda's friend Tina had a car and suggested the two of them head down to the beach city of Venice and buy some booze. It would be fun, something to lord over the other girls at school the next day. But now Linda wondered just how smart the two of them had been, especially as the lengthening shadows of evening made the rundown neighborhood seem even more sinister than before.
"Maybe nobody's home?" Linda said, feeling a little relief.
"Sh! He's coming," Tina said, pressing one ear to the beat-up door.
They stepped back as the definite sound of footsteps grew louder.
"Who's there, man?"
"Come on, Tony," Tina said, affecting bravado. "We're here to do some partying." There was a moment's hesitation, then came the sound of a chain slipping from a bolt. Linda shivered, her hair being ruffled by a cool, damp ocean breeze. She rubbed her arms rapidly with her palms, feeling gooseflesh puckering up her skin. It was getting colder and darker. She wanted to get this over with and get out of here.
"Hmmmmm," a tall, ill-shaven young man said from inside. Linda stepped forward and saw the infamous Tony. He was about twenty-five, dirty, and his hair looked as if it hadn't been washed or combed for years. There was a warm, sweetish odor coming from within that reminded her of an ill-kept sick room. She glanced at her friend. But Tina didn't seem to mind. "Guess you're okay. I've seen you around here before, right?" he asked Tina.
"Yeah, once or twice with a couple of guys. This is my friend Linda," she said, turning to the frightened blonde.
"Come on up," Tony said, stepping back. Linda had never seen such filth before in her life. Once inside, she could smell odors of all sortsstale urine, tobacco, and that unnamed sweetish odor that had to be the combination of various drugs and general filth.
They climbed a set of creaking wooden stairs, winding up in a large badly lit room. Several men and one fuzzy-headed brunette were inside. The smell of alcohol was heady.
"Says she wants to buy some booze. Okay?" Tony asked one particularly filthy man. He looked as if he'd just stepped from a motorcycle. Linda stared at him in amazement, her surprise growing to fear when she saw Tina's face change color.
"Yeah, okay," the man said with a growl. He crossed his legs and lay back against the wall behind him. His hands moved around to his thighs, his thumbs rubbing up and down on either side of his fly. The subtle, sexy movement sickened Linda. His unkempt hair and beard and the awful smell coming from him made her want to turn and run. "But you gotta pay a pretty stiff price. After all, the drinking age is still twenty-one."
He was stretching the faded material of his dirty jeans across his crotch. Linda and Tina could see a roll of eight-inch cockmeat swelling and throbbing against the material. The half-drugged brunette sprawled on the floor next to him, giggled, took a swig from a bottle of cheap wine, then passed it to the biker. He pushed it away, his eyes glowing with something other than an alcohol high.
"What's the price?" Tina asked, her cracking voice betrayng her nervousness.
"What do you think? Coins? Baby, when it comes to broads, Tony knows what my price is. Right, Tony? Right baby?" he asked, pinching the brunette on the ass and making her giggle stupidly again.
"I don't think we need the stuff that badly," Tina said, about to turn around. She stopped at the sound of snapping fingers behind her. Linda froze with fear, realizing they were in a trap. Tony moved to the door, seeming to have snapped out of his dreamy state. The two other bikers with this first one stood up, crushing their cigarettes out under their boots.
"I don't give a shit about that. You'll get it whether you want it or not. But you're gonna pay for it right now ... you and your little friend over there."
Linda wanted to scream but her throat was too tight, too dry.
"Tony. You and the broad over here take a walk, okay? I got some business to talk over with these broads ... me and my guys, understand?"
He stood up, spreading his leather jacket apart and rocking back and forth on his heels.
"Sure, sure Rico. Come on, baby, we're gonna watch the sun go down," he said nervously, bending down and scraping the girl off the floor.
"Watch the sun go down?" she asked, giggling again as Tony dragged her out of the room, leaving Linda and Tina alone with the bikers.
"Now, pretty lady, just tell me how much you want some booze," Rico said, squeezing his cock through his jeans, then approaching the two cringing teenagers.
"You ... you stay away from us," Tina muttered, terror showing in her blue eyes as the door slammed shut behind her. Tony and his spaced-out lady were gone. Linda looked around desperately for something to use as a weapon.
"Sure, sure, we ain't gonna hurt you none," Rico said, his lips peeling back in a sick smile to reveal a row of crooked, yellowed teeth. "Sam, Bart, block the fuckin' door! Don't let 'em get outta here," Rico snapped, his eyes glittering with excitement.
Linda felt her stomach turn over. She was frozen to the spot, afraid to move, afraid that the slightest twitch would send the bikers into a frenzy of destruction.
"I have money. I'll give you anything, just let us go," Linda pleaded, feeling her heart pounding like a triphammer.
"We don't need bucks. Just a couple 'a hot broads to take care of our pricks," Rico said, his eyes narrowing as he studied the two young girls.
"Oh, Linda, I'm sorry for all this," Tina said in a whisper, her fingers curling and digging against her thighs.
"I think I kinda like this one," Bart said, stepping behind Linda and running his callused, dirty fingers through her blonde hair.
The teenager wheeled around, instinctively slapping his hand away from her. She realized immediately that was the wrong thing to do. His face darkened, his chin twitching as one arm went automatically up, then sliced down, smacking her hard across the face. Linda screamed, her head snapping to the left from the blow while her knees weakened and bent. With another wail she fell to the floor, the room spinning around her. Bracing herself with one hand on the dirty wooden floor, the girl breathed in deeply, fighting down the terror freezing her brain.
"You animals!" Tina hissed, bending down to help her friend up.
Sam knocked her away, putting both hands on her shoulders and bending down his face toward hers. Tina winced, jerking her head to one side, trying to beat him away from her.
"Come on, baby, come on and gimme a kiss," he said, his stupid, gray eyes rolling in his head. "She ain't gonna give you nothin' free," Rico said, staring down at Linda. "We're gonna have ourselves some fun, one at a time. Tie that one up. We'll save her for later."
Sam and Bart did as they were told, fishing out several six-foot lengths of half-inch line and binding her wrists together just above her ass. Then, with two figure-eight slip knots, they fastened her ankles tightly against one another, leaving the twisting, moaning brunette on the floor to watch her friend's upcoming degradation.
"No, no, you leave me alone!" Linda whispered, now on her feet and backing away toward the locked door.
The three men approached her silently, their mouths twisted into grins, their hands spread out in front of them, their bodies crouched like animals ready to pounce on a prey. The girl felt chills of terror flash up and down her spine. Every sense seemed incredibly alive. She could hear the rats and roaches scurrying up and down the rotting walls behind her. In the distance, a dog was barking, its wail barely audible above the crashing of the nearby sea.
"Take 'er!" Rico shouted.
"You're crazy!" she screamed, wheeling around and clawing like a fiend at the door.
Rico's one hand wrapped itself tightly around her waist while the other clamped itself over her screaming mouth. His callused, dirty palm pressed so tightly against her lips, it felt as if he was forcing her teeth down her throat. Her head was twisted and pressed against the wall. Suddenly the arm was gone from around her waist. She heard the sounds of zippers going down. They were going to rape her-all three of them were going to stick their cocks in her tight little virgin pussy! Linda found new strength to fight them off, wrenching one hand free and dragging her nails over Sam's face.
"SHIT!" he yelled, jerking back, putting his hand to his injured cheek. Just a trickle of blood oozed from each of the four long, red marks. "You're gonna pay real good for this, you little fuckin' slut," he snarled, about to wrap his fingers around her throat and strangle her. Rico stopped him with a stare, nodding silently, telling him with that motion that there'd be plenty of time for revenge.
"OH!" she cried as Sam settled for a slap.
She looked through her widened eyes and saw Rico tugging his jeans off. He was naked now from the waist down. Something terribly long and dark was sticking out from between his legs. A prick, a cock! She'd never seen a prick before, and the ones in those sex education books weren't all that clearly printed to give her an idea of what a man had to please a woman.
"Take a good look at my cock, chick. Study it good because I'm gonna stick this mothuhfucker into you till you keep beggin' for more," he snapped, noticing the girl's obvious fascination with his cock.
His hand now twisted in her hair, pulling on the blonde strands, causing agony to shoot through her scalp. Linda tried moving her feet around in a position to kick free of this animal. But he was too fast for her, and his buddies, who were pawing her tits and thighs, only hindered her efforts. "OHHHHHH!" she moaned in pain.
Added to her pain and terror was the hot, awful stink coming from his unwashed groin. The smell hung like a sickly perfume around her face, adding to the general putrid odor of the house. She choked and gagged, but the hand stayed clamped over her mouth.
"NOOOOO!" she cried, biting his fingers and managing to let out a scream.
Rico muttered something obscene, then shook his injured hand and clamped it back over her mouth. This time he held her more firmly, keeping the young teen from opening her lips and getting another chance at biting him.
"MMMMMMM!" she screamed through his vise-like fingers.
Linda tried screaming again. But nothing came out.
Oh, God, please don't let it happen! Please don't let it happen! the girl prayed silently. But she knew it would do no good. She was going to be raped. What she didn't know was that this first sexual experience was going to open a whole new world of pleasure for her, a world she would never have experienced if it hadn't been for her good, but misguided friend Tina.
"UNNGHHHHH!" she cried.
Linda tried screaming again. But Rico's hand clamped even more tightly over her mouth. She thought for a second she'd pass out. These bikers were going to do something savage to her, something that would scar her for life, she knew. That terror of being injured, of possibly being mutilated, stirred her into action. She twisted and writhed in Rico's strangle hold grip, kicking him several times, managed to scrape his flesh once or twice.
But nothing seemed to phase the young biker. He stood there, holding onto her, smirking at her, telling her he was going to fuck the shit out of her while holding her tightly. Linda kept on shaking, giving up her struggle to be free.
"Yeah, yeah, better," Rico murmured into her ear. His mouth slobbered all over her face, his tongue wiggling over her eyelids, then snaking down her neck. The girl felt like vomiting. To feel that filthy man's mouth all over her, to feel his hands pawing her flesh, pinching her tits, hurting her, was nauseating. His mouth stank with decay! It smelled the way everything about him and this awful house stank! She felt a damp stickiness forming between her side and his belly as he pressed himself solidly against her body. The sweat seemed to seep through his shirt and onto her blouse. Though the hand around her mouth relaxed a little, the other stayed tangled in her hair, keeping her against the wall.
"Let me go. Please, let me go. Don't do anything to me," she whispered, her eyes widening, focusing on the wild man hurting her.
Rico jerked her forward. Linda yelped, feeling several of her blonde strands tearing from her scalp from that sudden, jerky movement. She stumbled, regained her balance, then stumbled again. He was hauling her around like some farm animal, laughing as he held her tightly by the hair and drew her about the room in a wide circle. Her arms flailed wildly about while she cried again and again for help.
"OHHHHHH!" she screamed.
Banging into a chair, the girl tumbled to the ground, falling on her belly. Rico was quickly on top of her, his right knee pressing painfully into her ass. He reached under her skirt and grabbed her asscheeks with his fingers, pinching her and laughing as she squealed and jerked like a stuck pig.
"Fuckin' bitch! You dig it, don't you? You want more, you want my cock up your fuckin' cunt, maybe even up your ass? You ever suck cock before, baby? You wanna take a good hot cock in your mouth and suck on it till some jizz comes out?" Rico taunted.
The questions dazzled and sickened the confused young teenager. She'd never been spoken to that way. Even some of the more forward boys at school had never even suggested they wanted to fuck her, although, of course, their purpose was transparent when they asked for a "hot" date. No one had fucked her cunt yet. But now Linda was sure this evil-looking and smelling man was about to do just that.
"UGHHHH!" she groaned.
The hand that had pinched her now started an exploratory movement over her small body. It ran over one side of her body then the other, feeling areas of flesh through the tears in her blouse and skirt. When Rico's fingers slipped under her skirt again and tried moving between her thighs, Linda drew her knees together, clamping her legs tightly against one another and groaning through her clenched teeth. How sick she felt! She was writhing belly down on this filthy floor, pinned to it by a biker who wanted nothing more than to cause her as much pain and humiliation as he could.
"NO, NO!" she protested.
The young teenaged blonde fought with every bit of strength she had. The stench of his breath became almost overpowering as he twisted more of her hair with the one hand while forcing her thighs to widen with his other. Her legs finally opened for the big man. She fought back, but found his strength and her terror just too strong. With a groan of defeat, Linda relaxed her leg muscles, feeling her knees scraping across the floor, spreading for the big biker's hands: She hated herself for giving in like this, for letting him have his way while she lay there on the floor, spread open like some kind of biological specimen.
"Yeah, baby, yeah. You're good and hot and wet down there, I'll bet. Babes like you fight back. But, man, when they get turned on ain't nothin' that's gonna stop 'em," Rico muttered.
Linda shuddered with revulsion as she felt his dirty fingers creeping along her flesh. This man was going to shove his smelly cock up between her legs, slip his prick into her virgin cunt! How differently Linda thought her first fucking would be. The girl never really believed she would be cherry for her husband. But surely there would be music, there would be romance in the air. Now there was only the sound of her gagging, his heavy breathing echoing in the room. The smells were those of piss and alcohol, not roses. Oh God, oh God!
Linda squirmed and writhed on the floor, digging her nails into the soft wood, breaking some of them as Rico sat on top of her, digging his knee harder into her thighs.
There was nothing she could do to break his grip. Helplessly, she lay there, at times trying to pull away, but stopping the moment she felt Rico yanking on her hair. She soon found her
movements worse than useless. He had her where he wanted her.
"No, stop it! Oh, you're a filthy, vile animal! You can't do this to me ! You just can't!" the girl screamed as she felt something hot, something terribly hot and hard, pushing between her legs. He was trying to shove his cock into the junction between her tightly clenched thighs. Linda's eyes widened, her mouth opening in horror as she dug her nails into the floor and tried crawling away. Her chin hit the floor after the big biker struck the back of her head hard.
"Shut up, you stupid little bitch! Nobody's gonna come here and help you, little shit. Just keep quiet and enjoy it. Maybe you'll have as much fun as me," Rico snarled. To emphasize his point, he dropped his head to her neck and nuzzled his nose between her jutting shoulder blades. When the girl made a gagging sound, he opened his mouth and sank his teeth into her flesh, making her scream and writhe like a pinned snake.
"AIYEEEEEEE!" she screamed.
Linda thought she was going to throw up. She was sickened by this man, revolted by the way he behaved, terrified at the possibilities that awaited her. She was going to get fucked by this animal, there was little doubt about that. But she could make it less painful, less revolting if only she could keep still. But the thought of Rico touching her cunt and tits made her squirm in outrage. When would it happen? Linda almost wished it would happen right now. She wanted him to get it over with, fuck her, tear her cherry out with his cock so she could curl up into some corner and sob quietly about her lost innocence.
"Man, oh man. This is gonna be a good, hot fuck! Shit, I can feel my cum movin' up in my prick, baby," he whispered in her ear, biting the lobe, then going back to licking her neck. Linda shivered, feeling bile rising in her throat again. "Yeah, gonna stretch your cunt wide open, make it real nice and hot!"
Linda felt another wave of nausea sweep over her. She swallowed, keeping her bile down. "Come on, baby, I've had enough of your fuckin' around," Rico snapped.
The big biker let go of her hair, using both hands to pull her body closer to him. Linda cried in alarm, feeling that her first fucking was close at hand. The only thing keeping the head of his cock from her pussy was her panties, now wet with his pre-cum and her sweat. Linda screwed up her eyes, moving her lips in silent prayer that she would be unconscious when he stuck his prick into her pussy. "UGHHH!" she moaned.
"Poor little girl," Rico said mockingly. "You don't look comfy. Shit, you oughtta be smilin', baby. Ain't every fuckin' cunt that's lucky enough to lay down with Rico. Those that do, don't get up real soon. Yeah," Rico added, laughing softly while running his hands over her ass.
"You may not be able to walk for a whole week. Some say I cripple 'em with my cock," Rico whispered, biting the back of her neck and laughing loudly when Linda let out a piercing shriek.
"Get that fuckin' skirt and those panties off her," Sam said impatiently, rubbing his prick through his faded jeans.
"Yeah, I wanna get some of the action too," Bart echoed, his eyes glazed with excitement. Linda had nearly forgotten that there were two others in the room with her and Tina. Oh, God, were they going to fuck her as well? Could she survive this kind of gang-bang? She had heard of girls kept all night by a gang, fucked until they couldn't walk for days. Would she wind up in a hospital, her pussy so sore that ... it was too horrible even to contemplate.
Rico grabbed the bottom of her blouse and pulled it out from her skirt. He pulled hard, tearing it open. The pearl-style buttons popped off, scattering noisily on the floor.
"OH!" Linda screamed, feeling her clothes slowly being slipped off. Her blouse was first, sliding over her shoulders, down her back, and, finally, off her body. Rico muttered something obscene, then slid his fingers under the elastic band of her bra. He tugged experimentally upward, letting the band go for a moment, then returned to it after squeezing both cups and tugging up harder. "NO!" she protested wildly.
There was nothing she could do. He was determined to strip her naked. Pulling hard, the biker ripped the elastic material, tearing her bra in two.
"Yeah, nice, round tits," he said, sliding one hand under her belly and rolling her around. She felt her ass sliding on the floor.
"Stop it! STOP!" she yelled.
It was going all too fast for her. She tried knocking his hands away as they slipped up her belly, moved to her plump, high-riding tits. Nothing could stop Rico. He was a natural moving force, overpowering everything and everyone who got in his way. He put both hands on her tits, mashing her nipples between his knuckles, watching the dark-red tit-tip flesh grow darker, stiffen under his cruel massage.
"Nice, nice nipples, nice everything about you," he muttered, pinching her nipples so hard the girl squealed again.
"AIYEEEEEE!" she cried, her face pinching into a mask of pain while her body jerked as if someone had touched it with an electric wire.
Rico was pleased with her struggling, with her continual attempts to break free. Reaching down, he ripped the zipper of her skirt and tugged that garment off, kicking it over her ankles-with one foot. Linda cried again, feeling his- fingers curling around the elastic band of her pink nylon panties. It was the only thing keeping her from rape, from losing her cherry. In a last, desperate struggle, she raised her knees and pushed down with all her might, keeping her ass still.
But Rico only laughed at her efforts. He grabbed her panties, his fingers tugging down hard. He yanked the cloth, hearing it tear, laughing again, and pulling at the shreds. Soon Linda found herself completely naked, her shredded panties lying next to her skirt and torn blouse and bra.
"Nice ass, nice cunt, nice everything," he breathed, pinching her thighs so hard that his fingers left large black and blue marks on her white flesh.
"Jesus, look at that pussy!" Bart said, kneeling down to one side.
"Yeah. Seems like a shame anything that pretty should be unused. You gonna fuck it first, Rico?" Sam asked, hope springing in his heart.
"I'm the fuckin' leader, ain't I? Man, you'll get your chance," he breathed, sliding over her and taking possession. "She's cherry. I can tell, man. She's cherry, but she's gonna be real hot for you. Just clean 'er out after I get through dumpin' my load in her and it'll just be like fuckin' a virgin."
Linda couldn't believe she was hearing this. They were talking about her as if she were some sort of dummy, a whore, someone who just didn't matter.
"When you gonna fuck her? Now?" Bart asked impatiently, hoping he could slip his cock into her mouth or ass when his buddy got going.
"Now. Man, I can't wait no longer. Shit, thought I was gonna shoot my wad in my pants a few secs ago when I snatched off her fuckin' panties!" he said in a low, breathless voice.
Linda turned her head away and fought back the tears welling in her eyes. The smell from his mouth was awful, as awful as the smell hanging in the room.
"Please!" she gasped when he squeezed her asscheeks. "Please don't do this to me," she repeated.
"You're one of them cunts who keeps beggin' for a guy to stop while holdin' onto him, right?" Rico said, his thick lips curling once more into a knowing smile.
Linda looked at him in confusion. At the time, she didn't know what he meant.
"No, no, just let me go!" she cried desperately, covering her naked tits with both hands.
Rico knocked them away with one blow, jerking on top of her and moaning while his cock started making dry fucking movements over her legs. Linda shivered, feeling his hard, hot cock scraping up and down her flesh. There was something wet coming from the tip, something lubing down her thighs!
"Yeah, baby, you're gonna be fucked, really fucked by me. And when I'm through, the guys are gonna finish you up."
The girl was hysterical with fear now. Her mind raced with the awful certainty that no matter what lay ahead of her, she wouldn't leave this room a virgin. She felt sick with disgust, knowing this vile excuse for a man was about to sink his cock into the most private part of her body. Her mother had told her to respect herself and to never let a boy take advantage of her. Of course, she thought her mother stodgy, too old-fashioned for her tastes. How she wished she'd paid more attention to her. If she had, she wouldn't be in this terrible position now. Her mother. What would she say if ...
Linda's mind snapped back to the reality of what was happening when she felt Rico's hands coursing over her naked outer thighs. He was playing games with her, teasing her crawling flesh, kneading her white flesh into tiny balls, clenching them in his rough fists. He pinched her inner thighs at times. Linda was strangled with fear, whimpering in fear. Her head pounded in time to her heart. And all the while, she was ever-conscious of his prick sliding up and down her legs, getting closer and closer to her pussy. The backs of her legs moved on the floor, the soft spots behind her knees itching as splinters tore at the flesh.
"STOP!" she begged.
Wrenching a hand free from his grip, the girl clawed once more at Rico's face. He snapped his head back, shaking free of her grasp, then slapped her hard across the cheeks. Linda groaned, her hair half covering her face. With a muffled curse, the big man rolled her back on her belly, rubbing her assmounds, squeezing them even harder than he'd pinched her thighs.
"I oughtta fuck you in the ass, you know that bitch? I oughtta fuck you in the goddamned asshole for what you just did. You talk about pain? Baby, you ain't felt nothin' till you've had a man slip a cock up your asshole for the first time."
The words froze the girl into paralysis. Linda ground her belly solidly against the floor, no longer trying to escape the big man. It was hopeless. She was making her bad situation even worse. God in heaven, she didn't want him to shove his cock up her ass! Once she'd had an enema and even that was painful. She could well imagine what Rico's eight-incher would do to her asshole!
"Bart!" Rico called, still staring at her jiggling asscheeks. -"Get over here and shut 'er up with your fuckin' cock."
There was the sound of movement. On her belly still, Linda was aware of someone kneeling on the floor. Fingers grabbed her hair again; raising her head, moving it to the side.
"OHHHH!" groaned Linda as her head moved in ways it was never meant to.
Bart was shoving her nose into his crotch, making her inhale the disgusting smell coming from there. Her nose flattened against his hairy groin. She felt his hard, blood-filled cock rubbing against her lips. No, no, she wasn't going to take that thing in her mouth! His prick was smelly, dirty, awful!
"Come on, bitch, open up!" Bart whispered tightly.
"No! NO!" she screamed, keeping her lips clamped together after her protest.
Bart was pushing hard, shoving his groin strongly against her nose. Oh, God, the thought of him shoving his awful cock in her mouth made her stomach turn over and buck. She tried moving her face away, but the big man clamped his hands against the back of her head, pushing her face deeper into his groin. At the same time he reached down and grabbed her tits, squeezing them with the same brutality Rico had applied to her ass.
"Baby, I'm gonna fuck you now. You ready for it, bitch? You ready for a real man's prick to slip between your fuckin' legs?" Rico said. His voice was trembling with emotion. It was obvious he was being turned on by his own filthy words. He delighted in watching the young woman tremble beneath him.
Reaching down between her thighs with his thumbs, the big biker dug his fingers into her asscheeks for leverage. Slowly he forced his thumb into her tight, dry virgin cunt. Linda felt pain. She moved her body from side to side, letting out halfchoked cries. Her eyes bulged. Her lips parted in spite of her desire to keep them shut. Only by jerking her head slightly to one side did she avoid having Bart's awful prick stuffed into her.
"No, no!" she cried.
Each time she opened her mouth to scream, Linda felt the sideways length of Bart's cock pressing between her lips. She puckered up and spat, ridding her lips of his filthy prick for the moment. The pain she felt between her legs made her cry out in agony again. Fucking. Rico was actually going to fuck her. In the background, she heard Tina wail with fear as she watched her friend struggle helplessly on the floor.
"AHHHHHHH!" Linda screamed.
It was pure agony. Only the pressure of Bart's cock against her mouth kept her from screaming. Flashing lights popped in front of her eyes as Rico's thumb tore inside her body. She screamed and shouted through her clenched teeth.
"Open up, damn you!" Bart shouted.
Bart hit her twice across the face, backhanding her, and, finally, forcing her jaws open. With a gulping, gurgling sound the girl took in Bart's cockhead.
"Man, man!" Bart groaned, fanning his fingers out on either side of her skull and riding her mouth as if it were a hot cunt.
Linda gagged, certain she was going to vomit. The rank taste of his unwashed cock turned her stomach. And the smell was just as bad! His wiry cockhairs scratched and tickled her face and nose. For a while, the girl tried closing off her throat, pressing her tongue against the roof of her mouth to keep Bart's prick from fucking any deeper. She didn't dare bite him, although that action had occurred to her. The biker warned her he'd rearrange her face if he even suspected she was going to do that. Rico concurred. Terrified, the girl let Bart do what he would with her.
"Man, look at this," Rico said, backing away and peering down at the trembling young woman. "She's bleeding. Man, a fuckin' virgin. I thought she was, but it's always good to really find out for yourself. Man, it's been a long time since I fucked a virgin." Rico was pleased and a little surprised at his find.
Linda's body jerked and convulsed in agony while Rico kept moving his fingers in and out of her cunt. She'd had her cherry ripped to pieces by fingers! Oh, God! She sickened at the thought, fighting down the desire to scream herself into hysteria. No, she had to keep her cool somehow. She would get back at them. They wouldn't triumph!
"Man, she's got one tight cunt!" Rico insisted, fighting to keep his thumb inserted in the ring of her cunt. He tried worming his finger in deeper, meeting resistance as her cunt walls tried clamping tightly around the invading digit.
"NO, NO, NO!" she screamed in muffled tones around the mouth-fucking cock.
"Just keep the fuck still. Maybe you'll have a better time than you think," Rico groaned.
Rico pulled her asscheeks apart, keeping them tugged wide while both thumbs caressed the inner lips of her pussy. To her surprise, Linda felt her cunt heating up under this brutality. Something was wrong, terribly, terribly wrong with this. How could she be turning onto this? Was it possible she could enjoy this sort of brutality, actually encourage it? No, no, she wasn't that kind of a girl. Her mother had raised her to be decent.
"Christ, she's heatin' up just like some fuckin' Hollywood whore," Rico said, pleased at the way things were turning out.
Linda inhaled sharply, finding it more and more difficult to breathe as her cunt heated up under that finger massage. Her mind spun with fear and excitement, creating a wild, new sensation she had never felt before. She kept sobbing, keeping most of her mouth closed on the cock that pressed harder and harder. Bart was fucking his cock back and forth, his low-hanging, leathery balls slapping noisily against her chin.
"Go for it, baby, go for it!" Bart cried, pulling back to give Rico enough room to fuck the girl. Linda shivered violently, knowing in a few seconds she'd be feeling a cock fucking her cunt for the first time.
Chapter Four
"Ohhh yeahhhhh," Bart moaned.
Linda twitched, jerking forward as Rico's middle right finger shot out, its soft tip circling her clit, teasing along the edges of the folds of her soaked pussy. His long finger continued its maddening, tickling trip against her nerve-rich cunt. Linda groaned long and loud, her knees jerking together while her tongue began flicking teasingly at the sensitive underside of Bart's cock. Yes, she was turning onto this mouth-fucking, actually sucking so hard her cheeks caved in. "Go for it, baby, go for it!" Bart gasped. "No, not again!" Linda screamed as Bart pulled his dick out and ran the tip of it around her eyes. Rico moved his finger from the edges of her cuntlips down to the tight little opening between her solid thighs.
"Stop!" Linda pleaded.
But Linda's screaming was only part of a game, one she was not only playing with the men, but with herself as well. Her cunt was feeling hothot and tight and terribly excited. Lust shot through her veins like acid, scoring her mind, making her clit spark like a brightly lit flare.
"Hold her tighter," Rico said to Bart.
"Back you go," Bart said, hunching forward and burying his prick in her mouth.
Linda grunted, feeling Bart's cockhead slipping greasily along her tongue, then moving over her molars to the back of her throat. His balls nestled warmly against her chin while he kept fucking her mouth.
Rico meanwhile knifed his finger all the way in her cunt again, moving it around and around, teasing her. Linda let out another low, soft moan as her thighs closed around either side of his wrist. He stabbed his finger in her pussy a little farther, watching as the girl went wild.
"Huhhhrrr! Huhhhhhrr!" Linda cried as the fat cock slipped over her tonsils and started wedging its way down her throat. The girl gagged, feeling her throat and chest muscles tightening in defense.
"She's starting to loosen up. Yeah, gettin' real good in there now ... nice and hot and slick ... just the way I dig my women," Rico said.
Linda felt the stretched walls of her cunt widening and tightening alternately, milking his finger as if she were fucking a cock. She could feel her pussy getting larger little by little, growing wetter and wetter as the biker's dirty fingers kept moving around inside her cunt. A strange sense of regret merged with a feeling of thrilling enjoyment in Linda's body.
"Oh, man, man, gotta stick my cock into her," Rico said.
"Yeah, man, hurry up! Shit, I wanna shoot when you cum, man. That'd be wild," Bart said, slowing down his mouth-fucking.
Spittle dribbled down the girl's chin, mixed with pre-cum. Then, suddenly, the finger in her seething fuck slit slipped out. The complete emptiness of her pussy made her gasp. She knew this was the start of her fucking. Tensing, the girl waited for the inevitable.
"UNNNGHHHHH!" she wailed.
Now she felt the long, thick hardness of his prick full length against her cunt slit from the rear. My God, his cock was large! He was going to stick a prick that big in her pussy? Oh, God, God, how could she take something that big without being torn up inside?
"Goin' in," Rico announced with a grunt.
His hard, thick cock rubbed against her tender cuntlips. His prick felt like a length of hot lead pipe pressing against her. The cockhead started in, pushing her outer pussylips apart, forcing them to stretch while Rico tensed her thighs and shoved down and forward.
Linda thought she was going to die. She cried again, rubbing her bare belly against the dirty floor of the room. Her eyes were wide with panic. Once, she nearly bit down on the prick fucking her mouth. But she remembered Bart's warning and did her best to suck without hurting him.
"Hold 'er steady, man. I'm going in, and I don't want her wiggling me out," Rico warned.
Bart gripped the girl's head, pulling her hair and smiling stupidly, threatening to snatch her bald if she moved while his buddy was fucking her pussy.
Linda felt her inner cuntlips giving way, admitting Rico's bulbous cockhead. She let out a low moan as his prick pushed hard against the rubbery rim of her cunt mouth.
"Man, can't hold ... hold back!" Bart screamed, pressing his fingers hard against her skull and fucking his cock crazily. Suddenly, Linda tasted something very hot, sticky and bleachy flooding her mouth. He was cumming, shooting his filthy jizz in her mouth! Choking, coughing, gagging, the young teenager spat out the mixture of her spit and his cum while Bart kept his prick lodged in her mouth. For a moment, Linda forgot about what was happening between her legs in a desperate effort to suck in air. The jizz had nearly blocked her breathing passages. Her face reddened as her choked coughing grew worse.
"UGH!" she choked.
Linda spat out more cum as Bart pulled out his spent cock, wiping the greasy head over her lips. The blonde teen nearly vomited, spitting again. She would have said something if she hadn't felt Rico's cock become more insistent.
"AAAAAYAAAAAGHHHHH!" Linda screamed as her tight little fuck slit resisted for a second, then gave way. The girl shuddered as the boring mass of cockmeat started fucking into her. Her legs kicked out on either side of her body like those of a frog. She tried kicking at Bart next to her. Of course, she missed. Her eyes burned from tears of humiliation and pain. Dropping her head to the floor, she rolled onto one cheek, her breath raising puffs of dirt in the air.
"YAHHHHHGHHH!" Linda screamed, twisting her body like that of a snake. She was being pinned to the floor by that thrusting cock moving deeper and deeper into her. Shock waves of pure pain sliced into her as she felt her pussy being stretched to the ripping point. The throbbing inside her body made her squirm and writhe. For a while, it seemed as if she might actually work Rico's prick out of her cunt with all her frantic moves. But Bart held onto her hair, yanking again and jelling her not to move while his buddy was fucking her.
"OOOOOOOHHHOOWWW!" Rico moaned behind her, fucking his hips forward. The pressure of her tight cunt walls was almost too much for him. His long cock bent in the middle several times as he shoved down and met firm resistance. Reaching back, he slapped her ass several times, making those jiggling asscheeks redden. Her pussy muscles loosened up.
"Relax, baby, relax," he breathed.
Taking a deep breath, he shoved forward with all his strength. Linda felt the pressure building, then, finally, he overcame her resistance. The full length of his bloated prick finally buried itself completely in her tight, hot fuck slit.
"NOOOOO!" she screamed.
She was fucked, really fucked! She had a man's cock in her, pushing her cunt walls apart, throbbing against them, rubbing up and down over her clit. It was a strange, wonderful feeling having another person inside her body. Linda stopped her cries for a moment and closed her eyes, concentrating on the feeling of being possessed, of being filled with all those thick, throbbing inches of cockmeat. Involuntarily she let out a shuddering moan, feeling her cunt walls buckle and begin to milk Rico's dick.
"Yeah, she's gettin' into it. Shit, all that crap about rape was a game, man. She wanted to get fucked real bad! Good thing you ran into me, baby, and not some sissy who'd pop your cherry and make you feel nothin'," Rico snarled.
Linda groaned again, feeling as if Rico were tearing her body right down the middle as easily as someone would rip apart a tissue. She felt as if she were being skewered all the way to her throat. That giant cock of flesh and muscle lodged inside her pussy felt so huge. And yes, Rico was right, a fucking was something she'd been wanting for a long, long time. In spite of the pain and the fear that still coursed through her body and mind, Linda loved the sensation of his prick embedded in her cunt. As shameless as it was, she started moving her ass from side to side, feeling his cock stirring slightly in her pussy with every move she made.
Rico started moving himself, pulling his cock a few inches out of her pussyhole, then moving his prick back in until his hairy groin fitted flush against her cunt. The drag against her pussylips made her shiver with delight. Yes, yes, this was wonderful-as wonderful as it was horrible. For Linda never forgot that an animal was fucking her, a filthy animal living in a filthy place like this. The fetid, stinking air was almost impossible for her to breathe now. She wondered if it were possible to be literally fucked to death. The weight of his body on top of hers, pressing her flat against the floor, his stinking breath blowing in her face, the awful smells of the floor adding to the stink, all of it made the girl gasp for air then retch when she had it.
"OHHHHHHHHH!" she moaned.
The blood-bloated prickhead hit the bottom of her cunt, then moved up, making her pussylips pucker outward. Tilting his body slightly to one side, Rico made sure the top of his cock dragged all the way against her clit. Linda thought she was going to die! Her legs flew apart, and her fingers curled and clawed wildly at the dirty floorboards. Her face was wet with perspiration. Linda writhed helplessly under the biker, agonizing to the pressure of his hot, cunt-splitting cock.
"Oh, oh, OW!" Linda gasped.
"Linda, Linda, are you alright?" Tina's frightened voice asked in the background. The sound of her friend brought Linda back to the horrible reality of the situation. She was being fucked, raped as it were, by these men. How on earth could she like being raped, encourage them? With her moans, with the way she was moving her ass right now, she was telling them she liked being fucked, telling them she wanted more.
"Stop, STOP!" she pleaded.
"Yeah, you wanna stop? The way you're movin' your fuckin' ass you want me to stop?" Rico asked mockingly, smoothing his fingers up and down her thighs.
Linda felt a rush of shame and guilt. Flexing her crotch muscles together, she tried to force out the intruding prick. But the pressure of his cock prevailed. And, besides, there was that aspect of her that Rico knew so well by now-she wanted his cock badly in spite of all her efforts to work his prick out. It was as if there were two Linda's, each one fighting the other for control of her pussy and her morality.
"OHHHHHHH!" Linda groaned.
Linda felt every fleshy ridge of his cock as his prick fucked her cunt. She gasped and cried out again and again while his cockhead reamed out her pussy, drawing up more and more cunt juice.
Rico started a nice, slow, regular pounding rhythm, fucking his cock in again and again. Linda felt his hips rotating from side to side against the full, soft globes of her ass. He stretched her cunt with each forward fucking thrust, making her pussy wider with every plunge. And there was nothing the girl or her friend could do to stop him. There was some strange comfort in that. Linda thought she could always claim she'd been raped. No, she hadn't given herself willingly to him-at least at the beginning. They cornered her, tore her clothes from her, beat her, then tossed her to the floor. How on earth could she have avoided sucking Bart's prick or letting Rico stick his cock into her pussy and pop her cherry? They'd have killed her if she had tried something foolish like biting down on Bart's prick.
"Oh. OH!" Linda cried.
Laying there, breathing the smell of piss, vomit and stale beer, Linda let the horrible rape continue. Resistance was completely futile. The rupture of her cherry had been accomplished. Why fight him now? Her friend kept calling to her, but she remained silent with the exception of her moans. Shutting her eyes tightly, Linda let the big man have his way. Soon it would be all over. Linda could tell from his shallow, rapid breathing that Rico was close to dropping his load into her. Strange. She'd just begun fucking and already she instinctively knew when a man was close to cumming. Linda would have smiled if the shame and terror running through her mind hadn't been so powerful.
"Yeah, yeah baby, you're a good fuck," Rico said in a tight voice.
"Hey, don't I get a chance on 'er?" Sam asked from the other end of the room.
"Wait, man. He's gonna pop. You'll get your chance, maybe, with the other one. She ain't been fucked yet," Bart said, nodding in the direction of the bound, terrified Tina.
"OHHHHHHHI" Linda moaned.
Linda was close to exploding herself. Whimpering softly, she felt Rico slide his fingers under her belly and raise her a little. His digits fanned out along the flatness of her belly, making the girl cry out again. It wasn't enough for him to completely violate her. He had to touch the rest of her, paw her like some piece of raw meat. Oh, Godl What had she done to deserve this? But hadn't she come here of her own free will, letting these men touch her? Hadn't she set her own trap?
His hands kept crawling up along her belly, making her twist like a snake. He seemed to be fucking his cock in deeper and harder than before. Her stomach bucked and turned over again. She had to lie still, had to ...
"OHHHHH," she cried despite herself.
He was massaging her nipples, squeezing her large, firm tits. In school, the boys had always stared at her tits. She giggled, knowing exactly what was going on in their minds. She and her girlfriend had talked a lot about this in the john, smoking secretly, watching the bluish haze drift out the window while they talked about boys and how they watched their tits bob up and down under their tight-fitting blouses. How they laughed about what they guessed the boys wanted to do to them. Of course, they swore no one would ever touch them. But, of course, each secretly wondered when she was going to give in and feel a pair of hands hesitantly reach under her blouse.
Linda had sat at her desk, watching some of the boys' fingers twitch and squeeze together, imagining they were pinching her nipples. She had always laughed at them, knowing few, if any, of them would ever touch her tits. Yet here were the vilest of people fucking her, touching her, pinching her nipples. Rico moved his fingers, rolling her tit tips as if they were peas. When the girl yelped from the pain, Rico slipped his hands down to her thighs, tugging her firmly up, yanking her ass all the tighter against his belly. Linda sobbed quietly.
"Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her!" Sam gasped, his wide eyes staring at the way the girl's ass rose and fell with each of his buddy's fucking thrusts. Rico repeated his friend's words each time his cock slipped into her hole.
"Fuck ... fuck ... fuck!" Rico chanted. Linda's mind sank into a dim haze of semiconsciousness as she felt Rico's cock slide back and forth in her overheated slick pussy. His soft balls kept slapping her clit, making her tingle as his prick
fucked harder and faster into her cunthole. Close, oh, so close. She could feel strange chilly/hot flashes rippling over her clit, then sparking into her cunt. Heated rushes of air blasted against her ,'
thighs as the big man kept sticking his cock in again and again, moving faster, more brutally, building into a crazy crescendo of fucking.
"OHHHHH!" Linda gasped, tears running down her cheeks as she felt his cock actually swell, balloon out against her clutching pussy walls. He was about to pop, about to spray out his jizz into her cunthole. Her whimpering became loud sobs as she realized how much she hated him, how much she needed him.
"NOOOOOOO!" she cried aloud although she thought, Oh yes, yes!
The continual thrusts of his cock inside her had built up sensations she had never felt before. Surely he noticed the backward thrust of her ass against his thighs. She was voluntarily letting him fuck her now, letting him brutalize her in any way he and his friends chose.
"Yeah, yeah!" Rico gasped, his hands still flat against her thighs, making-her stroke up and down with each movement of his fucking prick. "Thatta girl, keep movin' it."
Linda felt the moving cock keep its fucking motion back and forth inside her aroused pussy. Her thighs were being spread farther and farther apart. Rico slapped her ass harder, fucking his cock in her pussy even faster than before.
The biker felt his white jizz boiling in his swinging balls. He was ready to explode. His fingers clawed at her flesh, leaving long, red marks along her thighs and ass.
"AHHHHH!" Linda moaned loudly.
Linda should have been howling with pain and horror. Instead she was gasping like a whore, her body quaking and shivering as her need exploded like a white-hot nova. Screaming and bucking, Linda came with a violence matched only by Rico's.
"CUMMMMM!" she screamed.
"Fuck you, slut!" Rico shouted back, grappling and dropping completely on top of her while his cum burned into her pussy walls like acid.
Chapter Five
While her daughter was being brutally raped on the other side of the city, Janice Weatherby was having problems of her own.
Jack Harrington was still by the side of the bed glaring down at her. She wondered if screaming would bring help, or would her cries only succeed in enraging him. She trembled, staring up with fear in her eyes.
"We're gonna have plenty of fun," Jack said, working his fingers over his cock.
God in heaven, help me, Janice thought as she felt her pussy move. She stared at the cherry tip of his cock that seemed to glow like a branding iron. His balls were growing taut, drawn into the upper half of his sac. If only she had a knife. The image of a blade blossomed in her mind as his cock rapidly swelled to its full length and hardness. In spite of herself, she wanted to touch his cock, to feel his prick throbbing in her fingers. It had been so long since she had fucked. Even if it was with this awful man she wanted to fuck.
Fighting herself as well as Jack, the woman sobbed, drawing back on the bed. Her fists were clenched and pressed against the mattress as tears cascaded down her flushed cheeks.
"Dig it, baby? Like I said, I thought I knew you'd turn onto somethin' like this," Jack said, his voice growing lower and trembling with excitement.
Janice was dizzy with terror. What was this pervert going. to do to her? She'd heard stories where strange men often tortured their victims before having sex with them. Would that happen here? Was he going to brutalize her, mutilate her body before fucking her as she needed so desperately now? That possibility terrified her.
Jack finished undressing, pushing his pants over his ankles after having slipped off his boots and socks. Janice watched silently as if she were in a dream. For a moment she wondered if all this were real. It was impossible, unimaginable that this was happening to her. After all, she'd been to that awful singles bar only once. This sort of thing happened to women who frequented places like that all the time. Their chances of picking up on a weirdo were far greater than hers. And, yet, here she was, crawling on a bed while some maniac ...
A cold draft tightened her forehead. Sweat drenched her armpits and crotch, trickling down her scalp into her eyes. Her hair crinkled as that draft made her flesh crawl uncomfortably.
Jack moved closer now, his big cock waving, striking the front of his opened shirt.
"Yeah, we're gonna have ourselves a real nice time," he whispered, shrugging off his dress shirt. Janice slid back until she felt her fingers curling over the opposite edge of the mattress. There was no place else she could go. She felt her tits swelling, the nipples taut, straining against her bra. A spasm passed through her body, making her clit tingle, making her cunt walls rub together and itch and ache just as they had too many years ago when her husband fucked her. It was wild, crazy that she should be feeling something like this when her life was being threatened.
"NO!" she shouted.
Despite Janice's protest, her entire body was alive, quivering, wanting to be touched by him in any way.
"No? Baby, I'm not used to having women say no to me. You're gonna be begging me to keep fucking you when I get through," he said softly.
Janice watched his arm raise again. The watch on his hairy arm glittered. Then the arm came down, cutting the shadows. She screamed, hearing her high-pitched voice bouncing off the walls as the hand came down on her head, striking her hard enough to daze her. Janice's body jerked to one side, falling toward the bed. Jack was fast, grabbing her by the hair again and dragging her across the bed. Her eyelids quivered as the pain in her scalp became almost unbearable.
"Now shut up and lay there!" he snarled.
The big man pawed her tits, struggling with the blouse buttons. Cursing, he ripped open the garment, found her bra strap and yanked up. Janice tried to stay passive, to let this animal have the least amount of pleasure possible. Maybe that way he wouldn't get so worked up that he would hurt her even more. But, as her tits sprang free and the cool air struck her nipples, she yelped in horror, crossing her arms protectively over her naked tits.
Jack smiled at her violent reaction, knocking her arms aside.
"You're insane. You're crazy. I'll call the police when you're through. You won't get away with this," Janice babbled, not realizing that what she was saying would infuriate him even more.
"When I get through with you, you won't be able to call anyone," he said, grabbing her hands and curling her fingers inward. He applied such terrible pressure that the woman thought he was going to break her hands. She got the point. Swearing she wouldn't tell anyone what went on, Janice pulled her hands free, holding them under her armpits and sobbing quietly. No, she wouldn't offer him any resistance. No, that was folly!
Jack fell onto the bed, holding her tightly by the wrists again. The woman screamed, feeling the pain increase in her arms as he stared like a madman at her. His cock was brushing against her upraised knees, his balls tightening in their sac. The terrified blonde shrieked again as he dropped his head, thrusting his face against her white, jiggling tits.
He sucked hard at one nipple, biting down on the sensitive areola while flicking his tongue around the throbbing dark-red nipple. His hair brushed over the base of her throat while his black moustache and beard felt like bristle brushes against her flesh. And when his teeth sank down harder against her nipple flesh, the woman thought she was going to die from terror. Was he going to bit them off, mutilate her tits? Was he going to tear and rip at her as if he were a mad dog? Her mind went blank with fear as she felt herself being pushed down into the mattress.
"Baby, baby," he moaned.
As Janice's fear mounted, her sweat oozed more freely from her pores. It ran down her belly and into her cunt crack, mingling with her cunt juices that continued to flow. Nothing, not even the terror of what he might do, could stop her pussy from becoming more and more excited. His touch was enough to make her cunt walls tremble and snap shut on thin air. Her thighs flexed, her ass raised, pressing her belly up against his. Yes, she was glowing with sexuality in spite of or perhaps because of his brutality.
"Stop, get off me," she told him.
But she wanted his mouth on her thighs, she wanted to feel those teeth biting her cuntlips, chewing the tense, rubbery rim while his tongue dipped inside her pussyhole and tasted her frothing, hot cunt juices.
He tore off her skirt, ripping the zipper and buttons, then, clutching his fingers around the elastic waistband of her pink nylon panties, he tugged them down. In a second, Janice found herself completely stripped, naked, writhing on the bed.
With another groan of fear, she pulled back, whimpering and sobbing. Of course, Jack wasn't about to let her go. Holding her wrist with one hand, he jammed his palm between her legs, forcing them wider apart. He cupped her crotch, his right thumb ramming into her cunt.
Janice threw back her head, letting out a strangled cry of delight. The cords stood out in her neck while her arms trembled as mightily as her thighs. Jack grunted, satisfied with her reaction. He decided to try something more intense and shoved his thumb in her pussy at an angle. He found her swollen clit and crushed it under his nail.
The woman screamed louder, the cry bouncing back into her ears. Surely the neighbors could hear what was happening. Why didn't they come running to her aid, beating the doors down with the police at their heels? She twisted and panted, her neck veins distended, fighting to keep back another agonizing cry.
Jack said nothing. He rasped and panted, pulling his hand away after letting his thumb have its desired effect for several long seconds. It slipped from her cunthole, making a muted, sucking sound, reminding the woman of a pole being pulled up from the mud. After several similar finger intrusions, the big man threw her on her back, tired of his brutal foreplay.
"Now you're gonna feel what it's like to get fucked by a man!" he whispered tightly.
Janice bounced against the mattress, her eyes focused on his fat prick now sticking straight out from his hairy groin and pointing directly at her juicy pussyhole. How she wanted to feel his cock fucking in and out of her cunt, spreading apart her itchy, trembling pussylips. But Janice worried that the fucking would be over too soon. Jack was really worked up, his balls ready to spit out their load any second. Could she hold him back, stop his orgasm until hers peaked? Was it possible for her to do anything under the circumstances?
She clenched her thighs, feeling the electricity spark more intensely in her clit. The terror receded under her growing sexual excitement. And yet, instinctively, she knew she had to show fear. Janice couldn't understand why, but she knew this was how it had to be.
"Fuck you, bitch! Fuck you and all the other cunts who come in to cock tease!" he shouted, flinging himself on her belly, prying her long, lithe legs apart with his hands.
Janice's eyes were shut tightly. Tears oozed from under the closed lids. Her mouth was a tight scar. A quick pulse leaped through her throat. Her jaw tightened as she bit her lower lip and tasted blood. Yes, she was excited, excited as hell! Spasms of incredible lust sparked into her pussy, making her cuntlips tense and clamp down once again on nothing. The big man held her down by the shoulders, worming his body over hers, dry fucking his prick up and down the groove separating her torso from her thighs. It was heavenly, feeling his cock teasing her that way, feeling his masculinity all over her.
"OHHHH!" she sighed, arching her back and tilting back her head while her legs shot apart. His hot, spongy cockhead penetrated the mass of her tangled, blonde cunthairs. After some poking around, the shaft burned through her pussy, pushing apart her outer cuntlips and burrowing into her slick, juicy pussyhole. Janice thought she had died and rocketed up to heaven.
The room spun around like a merry-go-round for the woman. The force of his fucking sent lightning bolts of pleasure through her pussy, spreading to her tits and brain. He was all the way in her fuck slit now, his vein-ribbed cock fucking in and out like a tiny animal, stimulating her clit again and again. She hadn't felt something like this for too long. Memories of her husband and his wonderful fucking techniques flashed through her mind. But he wasn't as brutal. Never did he force her to act this way, hurt her in any way. This man enjoyed humiliating her, hurting her ... and God in heaven help her, Janice loved it.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck you!" Jack yelled.
How strange! It was as if he were beating her, hammering at her with his cock. His face darkened and twitched while his eyes glistened and narrowed. If she didn't know better, Janice would have thought she was being fucked by Satan himself. He kept slamming into her, stretching her cunt open. And as he savagely fucked her, the scalding pain corkscrewed, becoming something greater than pain, greater even than pleasure. What was happening to her? What on earth could she call those wonderful, odd feelings coursing through her, making her react so powerfully, so shamelessly?
He fucked her harder, faster! The bed bounced, the headboard banging loudly against the wall. As he rode her like a cowboy on a bucking bronco Janice tightened up, her pussy clutching at his fucking cock. He panted hard as she started matching his feverish fucking. She loved his brutal fucking, loved every damned second. They banged and collided over and over as cries of greed and unspeakable pleasure escaped her lips. He had her where he wanted her, begging for his cock, actually begging for his cock! Dear God, it was true. What he had said had come true. She would have killed for his prick, died for his cock like a martyr for the Church! Gurgling, struggling to get him to fuck her harder, Janice turned into as much an animal as Jack was.
"Slut, whore, bitch!" he screamed.
He was going crazy. Janice didn't care. The wilder the fuck was, the better. The woman held onto him tightly, feeling those fiery flashes of orgasm starting up in her belly, whirling on up to her clit. It was as if her body were about to blow apart. She hadn't felt something like this in over ten years! The balls of her feet collided together, then banged simultaneously against his hunching lower back.
"FUCK!" she screeched.
Janice felt him writhing and wriggling like a stuck animal on top of her. His cock ballooned, jerked and twitched inside her cunt. She felt something terribly hot and sticky burning into her pussy walls, filling up her cunt and spilling out from around the sides of his pumping cock. He was shooting, spraying out his hot load into her sucking pussy. Yes, yes, she wanted all his cum. The woman felt her cunt contracting, the tiny muscles cramping and milking at the sides of Jack's firing cock. More and more cum filled her pussy hole. The woman curled her fingers and scratched his hairy back, drawing him even closer against her body while shifting her thighs from side to side, trying to increase the wet friction of his prick against her cunt. Yes, she was cumming, cumming for the first time in ten years with a cock in her cunthole! How lovely, how unspeakably wonderful the feeling was. Kicking and screaming, Janice bit and chewed at anything within reach.
"Fuck it out, cunt! Fuck it out, fuck that pussy out!" he snarled.
Janice held on for dear life as he thrust forward, driving his cock up her cunt like a knife, spilling out the last of his wad. Janice felt her clit sputter out, leaving her drained utterly. Jack wriggled a little more, then stopped, holding her tightly down against the mattress while moving his thighs subtly back and forth, drawing as much sensation from his cum as possible.
When he was through, he pushed away, grunting, looking down at her.
"Dig it?" he asked.
Janice didn't know how to react. Should she smile, tell him he was wonderful? Should she scramble out from under him, grabbing what she could of her clothing and rush out the door before he got any more weird ideas about fucking?
"Sure you did," he said, answering his question for her.
Jack moved back, keeping his gaze fastened on the naked, panting blonde. Reaching behind him, he raised the top of one of the trunks, fishing blindly inside until he found what he was looking for. Janice raised her head, staring heavy-lidded at him. How wonderful that delicious glow was covering her flesh felt. It made her so drowsy, incapable of moving an inch even when she saw those lengths of half-inch rope hanging from his hands.
"I'm gonna have some fun with you all fuckin' night," he said, moving around to the other side of the bed.
Jack drew both hands together high over her head after turning her around and laying her lengthwise across the mattress. With one twentyinch piece, the big man looped the line around her wrists, binding her hands together with a doublehitch slip knot, finishing off with a figure-eight.
Janice trembled, feeling the rough surface of the hemp, chafing her wrists. Still she put up no resistance, finding little strength and will for that.
"What are you d-d-doing?" she stammered, feeling him shoving her down, then stretching her bound hands over her head.
Jack said nothing, drawing her wrists through the openings of the Mediterranean-style headboard, then tying them with another figure-eight to the wooden ornaments decorating the article of furniture. Janice wriggled upward to ease the strain on her arms.
"Now you can't do a fuckin' thing, can you?" he asked, drawing his fingers up and down her firm flesh.
Janice wiggled her head back and forth, watching as Jack sat down next to her.
"We're gonna have us one hell of a night, baby. My cock's gonna get real hard in a few more minutes. I can do that, chick, can really cum a bunch of times in one night. When I get through with you, you won't walk for a week."
Struggling in her bonds, Janice stared at the big man, his bright eyes, his satanic beard and moustache and believed him.
Chapter Six
Some time had passed. Janice still lay on the bed, her arms pulled tightly over her head and fastened to the headboard. Jack was smoothing his fingers over her tits, dropping his head at times and sucking the half-inch long nipples while fingering his cock. He drew his head up and stared at the helpless woman.
"Come on, baby, you're gonna get me up again," he said, rolling onto the bed and sliding up until his knees were pressed tightly against her armpits. Bracing himself by leaning against the headboard, Jack dangled his cock in front of her face, shoving his groin forward, telling her to take his prick between her lips.
There were times when she had sucked her husband's cock, times when he was too tired to fuck and she was burning up next to him. How quickly he responded when she started sucking him, fluttering her tongue up and down the full length of his prick. Now Janice saw that she was going to do the same thing for Jack. Opening her mouth, she looked up and saw a silky, black mane of hair hovering over his balls. Raising her head slightly, she slid her lips around his hardening cock.
"Yeah, I like this," he whispered, holding onto the headboard more tightly. Janice clasped his cockhead, lightly teething the spongy tip while she tongued the underside of his prick. She moaned, surprised at how quickly she turned onto this. Closing her eyes again, the woman pretended Jack was an evil Nazi stormtrooper making her do this, threatening her with death if she didn't give in. That brief image made her pussy spasm shut with heat. She slid her legs over the smooth sheets, moaning again while her tongue flittered over the sensitive ridge of his prick.
"Ohhhh yeah, baby, yeah," Jack moaned. Janice felt spittle froth around the corners of her mouth and dribble down her chin. She was exciting himself and herself at the same time. Her pussy was growing damp, flecks of cunt juice collecting on her pussy hairs. Her thighs alternately chilled and flashed hot while her tits seemed to swell to bursting. Janice bobbed her head back and forth, sliding it up until her nostrils were filled with his cockhairs, then letting her head fall back down again to the pillow. Back and forth, back and forth up and down until she was nearly dizzy with the movement.
"Oh, go for it, baby, go on, swing on my fuckin' prick! Man, I wanna feel your tongue movin' like ... ugh hhh . . . like that. Yeah, shit, you've given head before. Christ, I haven't had it . . . it like this in years!" Jack moaned, surprised at his find.
Janice wept with the rising heat. Her clit burned from her rising sexuality. If only she could take hold of her clit, use her thumb and forefinger and fuck herself way she'd fucked herself alone so many times before. As she moved her legs back and forth over the mattress, Janice felt her slick cunt walls rubbing together, touching her clit lightly, teasing without really satisfying the groaning woman. Tightening her oral grip of Jack's cock, Janice groaned in frustration.
"Fuckin' bitch!" Jack grunted.
Jack alternately cursed and thanked her as he fucked her in the mouth. The woman looked up and watched his belly move back and forth, hitting her nose at times when his balls swung forward and touching her upturned chin once or twice.
"Shits" he bellowed.
He dropped both hands now, fanning his fingers out around the sides of her skull and fucking his prick into her mouth. Jack's face had turned a dark red, and his breathing was labored, harsh while his balls tightened against his groin.
"No! NO!" he yelled.
He pulled his cock suddenly out of her mouth, wrapping his fingers tightly around his prick and shuddering while he looked at her. Janice knew he'd been close to Gumming. A few more seconds, a few more delicate flicks of her tongue along that sensitive ridge and her mouth would have been flooded with his jizz. As experienced as he was in fucking women, Jack had let himself become carried away in this wild, mouth-fucking spree. Now he rested his hairy ass on the balls of his feet, calming himself down, letting his breathing return to normal while Janice lay there helplessly and burned with desire.
"You really dig suckin' cock, don't you? Christ, you went at it like you haven't had a cock around for years," he said, not realizing just how close to the truth he'd come.
Janice said nothing, staring up at him, wishing he'd fuck her again, eat her out, do anything to take care of that horrible burning which was driving her insane. She drew her silky thighs together, rocking violently back and forth, feeling the sheets gathering up in the wet crack of her ass. Oh, fuck me, fuck me, she cried silently, feeling her cunt juice flow burning out of her pussy hole.
"Oh, man, man you want cockmeat bad. "I'm gonna keep it from you for a while ... a nice, long while. When I stick my cock back into you-and believe me, babe, it's gonna happen-you're gonna cry," he said, making her shiver with fear and pleasure.
She felt him untying the rope holding her bound wrists to the headboard. He gathered her up in his arms, still keeping the half-inch line wrapped tightly around both her wrists. She loved the sensation of being close to his body, of feeling his hairy chest rubbing against her tits and arms. Closing her eyes, Janice felt a weird kind of peace settle over her even though she realized the big man was going to humiliate and degrade her.
"I've got a bladder full of piss, just about as full as my balls are of cum," he muttered, kicking open a door to the right of the bed. It lead into the bathroom. Janice narrowed her eyes as the bright overhead light flicked on.
What was he doing? He set her down in the tub, making her kneel while holding her bound wrists obediently in her lap. Janice saw him open the medicine chest and pull out a glass. He turned on the cold water tap, watching as the water spilled into the sink from a wide-mouthed spout. Filling the glass, he began drinking, filling up three glasses and consuming them before he stopped. If he had to piss before and was now filling up on more water and since he had her kneeling there in the bathtub ... Janice realized what was going to happen and shivered with disgust.
"Know what's gonna happen?" he asked, turning around and seeing her large, frightened eyes. Janice turned her face away. She could stand whatever he did to her sexually. It surprised her that she could be so meek and docile. Her clit still burned, making all rational thinking impossible. Kneeling there on the cold porcelain, watching the big man drinking while his limp cock brushed over the lip of the sink, the woman realized that he could have hung her by the thumbs and beat her with a razor strap and she would have enjoyed it.
Jack was finished drinking. He dropped the glass in the sink. Turning to her, he cupped what turned out to be a fairly good erection. How could he piss on her with a hard-on? She'd been told that was nearly impossible for a man to do.
"Oh, yeah, yeah," he muttered, his eyes glittering as he studied the attractive blonde kneeling in his tub. Her full tits rode high and firm on her chest, the nipples stiffening, darkening with excitement. He watched as Janice shook her head, knocking the silky blonde strands from her face while her gaze was riveted on his prick. A small river of cunt juice trickled out from her pussy hole, dribbling down her thighs and gathering in a small pool at her knees. He knew she was hot, ready for anything he could throw at her. That was the way he wanted Janice-so aroused she would both hate and love what happened to her.
"Okay, baby, you do all the things I tell you and you'll be okay, understand?"
He was at the edge of the tub.
"Yes," she said in a small voice, her head drawing back.
"I'm gonna like this a lot," he said, fingering his prick, pointing his cockhead right at her face. "Christ, I've gotta piss! Really gotta let go," he said, bending his knees slightly, spreading his legs apart while arching his back. He was going to let go, shoot his piss all over her face.
"No!" Janice protested.
She sucked in her breath as one drop, then another clear drop appeared at his piss-slit. His piss was going to come, going to spray out and cover her with incredible filth!
"NO!" she screamed.
Janice shuddered as the hot, yellowish stream dribbled out at first, then arched toward her, splashing on the lip of the tub, then moving closer to her. Finally the golden stream touched her, spilling onto her belly, filling her navel, trickling down over her cuntal mound. It slicked down her pussy hair, tickled her cunt lips, wetting down her thighs and finally gurgling down the tub's drain.
The woman felt sick to her stomach. She shivered, her eyelids blinking as his piss kept wetting down her body. Her hips wiggled, instinctively trying to shake free of those hot droplets.
"I said don't move!" Jack threatened.
Janice shut her eyes, biting her lips to keep from crying in frustration and disgust. The thin, hot spray splashed on her tits, tingling across her nipples, then moved onto her chest and down her belly once more. Then he moved the stream up to her face. When the piss reached her chin Janice jerked her head away, retching in disgust.
"No, baby, no. You gotta stay still. I'm gonna keep you here all night if you don't get it right the first time, understand?" Jack said, momentarily cutting off the ugly stream of urine.
Janice nodded her head up and down, trying to gather the strength for this ordeal. This wasn't sex-at least not the kind that turned her on. She wailed when she saw the urine begin again, her cries bouncing off the walls as he started pissing again, concentrating this time on her pussy. Strangely enough, Janice began to feel her clit responding to the steady waterfall pressure of that stream of piss. He snickered, playing the piss back and forth, from thigh to thigh, watching her flesh quiver at the touch of his urine. At times, Janice drew her knees slightly together, letting them slip apart on the slick piss coating the tub floor but Jack caught her at it and scolded her.
"Lay still, baby, don't move," he whispered, flicking off a droplet of piss.
He turned around and moved back to the sink, refilling the glass with water. Janice shut her eyes and prayed for strength. Her knees ached from her awkward kneeling position on the hard porcelain. She sucked in a deep breath, hearing the water lightly splashing in the sink. The women heard him drinking again, filling up his bladder, getting his cock ready for another pissing session. Did a lot of men turn onto this? She hadn't heard of such a disgusting act. Once or twice her husband would mention something about some sickie who'd been caught by the police, but surely nothing like this was done that often, was it?
Jack waited a few minutes after downing four glasses of water. Janice knelt silently, her eyes lowered, her nostrils quivering from the stench rising all about her. The steamy piss lay like fetid pools of some unnatural scum. How she wanted to climb out, to scramble to safety! But where could she go? Her wrists were still tightly bound together. "Okay, we go again." Jack announced gayly.
Jack climbed into the tub this time, his massive hard-on bobbing.
"I...I can't let this happen," Janice whispered in a tiny voice.
"You haven't got much of a choice, do you?" Jack said, smirking at her.
He was in position, his hairy legs widely spart on either side of her heaving belly. Janice glanced from one limb to the other, feeling so small, so insignificant under this big man. His balls were centered along the upper area of the sac. She'd seen her husband's balls like that. It meant they were about to pump out jizz. He was growing excited over this foul, filthy act!
"Open your mouth, Jan." Jack told her calmly. The command horrified her. No, she wasn't going to do it! She wasn't going to let him piss in her mouth, make her drink his horrible urine. Violently, the woman shook her head from side to side, clamping her lips and teeth together.
"I said open your fuckin' mouth!" he commanded.
Jack's voice was harsh, trembling. He dropped his hands from his cock, waiting for her to obey. When she still refused to do as he ordered, the big man reached down and pressed hard against the area where her upper and lower jaw met.
The pain was horrible. It felt as if he had driven two spikes into the sides of her skull. With a shriek, the defeated woman did as he said, opening her mouth and feeling her heart sink as he backed away and held his prick in both hands again.
"That's perfect," he whispered, smiling at his triumph.
Janice closed her eyes and took deep breaths. With each inhalation her tits rose and rolled together, the nipples twiching and tingling strangely. Her nipples were so sore. They always seemed to get this way when she was aroused. Aroused? Was that the right word for her present feelings? To her shame, it was. In spite of herself, in spite of the horror and disgust she felt toward this man and this act, Janice felt a kind of hot arousal coursing through her pussy. Her knees slipped a little on the piss-slick porcelain.
"Now, Jan, open your eyes. Look up at me," Jack said.
Without a moment's delay, she did as she was told.
"Right, right baby!" he whispered.
The piss started again. He directed the stream this time along her lips, moving down to her chin, then up until he was firing his urine right into her mouth.
Janice felt sour bile rising in her throat. For a moment, the woman thought she was going to vomit. Her mouth was filling with piss, the urine splashing about like water in a flushed toilet before spilling out and dribbling down her chin to her tits and thighs. It was awful, one of the more horrible things she ever had to endure in her entire life.
"Uh! UGH! she grunted with revulsion, her pulse leaping in her throat. The stench was spreading. The woman felt as if she were wallowing in a pig pen. All she needed to complete the picture was fat, stinking turds of shit all around her. "SHIT!" Jack cried in ecstasy.
He was enjoying all of this, watching her forehead wrinkle with disgust, then seeing her cunt moving when he dropped the steamy stream suddenly from her face to her pussy. Yes, he knew she was hot enough to overcome her natural loathing for this sort of thing and seek sexual satisfaction. "OHHHHH!" she groaned.
She was a prisoner, a willing prisoner of this man. For even as his piss splashed across her face and filled her mouth she could feel the juices in her cunt spilling over. Her clit was swollen to bursting. Jack laughed cruelly down at her.
"That's it, baby, slide up closer to me," he whispered.
Janice moved several inches toward Jack, her mouth still opened wide, her eyes unblinking, meeting his stare as she drank more and more of his piss. She choked, coughed, swallowed, choked some more but he kept up with his assault. Their eyes never left each other. She couldn't tell if he approved of her or not. Heat spread behind her eyes, burning through her mind like a blazing poker. Fires of lust washed down her belly into her cunt. Her clit curled from the heat, aching with the strain of orgasm. Just as he went dry, the woman felt her cunt tense, buckle, then explode in a climax. She shivered, throwing her head back, her hair dancing along her shoulders. It was wild, this feeling. She screwed her eyes into a squint, her hands now cupping her cunt while she peeled back the pussylips with her thumbs. If he wouldn't satisfy her, then she'd have to take care of herself. "Let me," he offered.
Pressing his palms against the tiled wall, he raised one foot, guiding his big toe into her cunt. Through a red fog, she saw Jack's cock throbbing, ready to shoot. His face was pinched and red with lust. His jagged toenail sliding up and down against her pussy was too much. With a sharp cry of agonized delight, Janice fell back into the tub, striking her head hard on the slick surface. Bright lights popped in front of her followed by comforting blackness.
Chapter Seven
Rico had untied Tina, throwing her to Sam and letting the big man have his way with her. Linda watched half-dazed, seeing her friend's stripped body disappearing under the thick-muscled thighs of that biker. She heard Tina screaming, her cries quickly turning to groans as Sam struck her brutally, knocking her quiet.
Soon all that could be heard was the soft, sucking sound of his cock fucking out her cunt hole. Tina was no cherry, her boyfriend having fucked her at least three months ago, but she was still tight, not used to having her pussy fucked so brutally. Linda wept silently for her friend when she heard Sam's breathing become raspy, heard his groans turn into a high-pitched wail. She raised her eyes, saw his legs jerking over Tina's and knew he was dumping his load into her friend's cunt.
"Whew! She wasn't as hot as that one. But still she's good," Sam said after laying on top of the girl for several seconds. He was tucking "his prick back into his jeans.
"Yeah, these two seem like they can go all night without quittin'," Bart said, nodding his head in agreement.
Linda looked up groggily at the men. Where was this going to end? Were they going to fuck them all night, leaving them like pieces of raw meat for the police to find?
"I can't get it up right now," Rico said, rubbing his hands over his crotch. "But you wanna bet these bitches can make it without us?" he asked, raising his bushy eyebrows and smiling strangely. "Get that fuckin' double dildo."
He gave instructions, orders that made Linda tremble. Lifting her to a kneeling position, he drew her hands back and bound them with several pieces of rope. Bart did the same to the moaning Tina, still nearly unconscious from her last encounter with Sam. The latter biker pulled out a fifteeninch, white, plastic dildo with a cockhead on either end. Linda eyed the thing, cringing as the big man brought it up to Rico.
"Dykes use this thing. I knew one back in 'Frisco who told me she and her galfriend kept this in 'em for eight hours once while they fucked like crazy. You and your girlfriend do the same thing?"
Linda stared in disbelief at Rico. Her and Tina? Having that thing in them, fucking with one another? Linda never had the slightest inclination to fuck with another girl. The question hadn't even entered her young mind. And now she was being forced to act like some hellish pervert, a lesbian? No, no, she couldn't do it. She wouldn't even know the first thing about making it with another woman.
"Come on, baby, it's as easy as pie," Rico said, noting her reluctance.
Linda trembled, her head rolling from side to side as Rico knelt next to her and brushed the slick plastic cock over her cuntlips. Her legs and arms twitched at that light couch.
"The little slut likes it," Rico said, noticing how her nipples were hardening and turning dark red. Her flesh was crawling, puckering up into goose pimple$. It's just from watching Tina getting fucked, she thought as Rico continued playing with her cunt.
"No, no, don't," she protested weakly. Linda's clit tingled and itched and surged with a ferocity she couldn't understand. It was just a plastic cock, a dildo, something not even attached to a man. Why was she turning onto this horrible thing?
And yet, opening her eyes and staring down at the awful thing, the dildo seemed to fill every inch of her consciousness. Her heart pounded with such ferocity, she was hardly able to breathe. Sweat boiled down her forehead, burning into her eyes. Her stomach spasmed and her hips jerked from side to side when Rico pressed the slick head into her pussy, forcing her outer cuntlips apart and teasing the sensitive membrane separating her inner pussylips from her outer cuntlips.
"Get a good look, honey. The same thing's gonna be happening to you," Rico said, turning to Tina who had been dragged up from behind, her arms also bound behind her back.
"Oh Linda, Linda!" the girl wailed, her hair curtaining her shamed face.
"Nothin' to worry about, babe. It's gonna feel real good when you get goin'," Rico assured her. Linda stiffened, blinking rapidly as the plastic cock started advancing in her cunt. Her spine stiffened, her tits sticking out. Her tits jiggled and slapped together while her thighs tensed, the tendons pressing against her flesh. She didn't beg for mercy. There would be no mercy coming from this bunch. Instead she knelt there quietly, feeling the cool, plastic sides of the latex prick spreading her cuntlips apart and going in deep. "UNNHHOOOOOOOO!" she wailed.
Her head fell forward while her body twitched and jerked from this unnatural fucking. She gasped, her lips tight against her teeth as the biker pushed the dildo into her dripping pussy hole steadily.
"UNNOOHHHHHH!" the blonde teen cried again, and her face drained of blood while her thighs rippled and her ass flexed, clamping together. Linda slid forward a little, actually helping him impale her cunt. Cunt oil drooled from her now-throbbing pussy. It was so good ... so awfully, terribly good !
Linda choked, gagging as the dildo sank deeper into her pussy. Rico watched with glowing eyes as the young woman turned onto this fucking. He'd seen hot numbers before, but with these two, the young man was greatly pleased.
Linda twisted, her face pinched and red. She opened her eyes and saw Rico glowing with excitement. He grinned, a string of drool trickling from one corner of his mouth. He was watching her cunt, smiling more broadly every time he caught her cunt muscles contracting, milking at that strange, plastic cock. He touched the prick moving it slightly in and out, watching as her cuntlips curled first in, then puckered out, and Linda thought she was going to piss from the excitement. Whorls of red and orange exploded in front of her eyes while her clit stung and tingled. Rico was careful to scrape the dildo against that tiny, tingly gland. Linda let out hoarse cries, moving her hips back and forth, throwing her head back and loving the sensation of her blonde hair trailing across her shoulder blades.
Tina stared in disbelief at her friend, still reeling from her brutal fuck. Her head throbbed, herback ached, her thighs felt as if someone had punched her again and again in her cunt. The drippy sensation of Sam's cum oozing from her pussy reminded the teen of the recent brutality.
"Oh Linda, Linda," she moaned.
"That's it, baby, swing on that cock. Yeah, just close your fuckin' eyes and pretend it's my dick filled with cum just for you," Rico snarled.
"Cum ... cummmmmm," Linda choked, the cords sticking from her neck.
"Yeah, good hot sticky jizz from my cock for you," the biker repeated, corkscrewing the dildo. He was fucking her cunt with the thick, plastic prick. He stroked it against her cunt rapidly, making the gland thicken and grow long. Then, with force enough to knock her over, he twisted the weapon and tilted it upward, crushing her clit and forcing her higher and higher up the sexual ladder to orgasm. When it appeared as if Linda were about to peak, he drew the dildo back, pulling it out with a squishy sound. Linda opened her eyes and flashed him a look of unholy hatred, her bloated face quivering with loathing and frustrated satisfaction.
He left her hanging there, high and dry, her pussy muscles cramping down on nothing. They were simply all tied up in knots, milking at her slick cunt walls while she stared helplessly at the long, white dildo now glistening with her juices.
"It's got plenty of action left for your cunts," Rico said, sliding the dildo over his lips and licking the juice off. "Mmmmmmm, nice, hot pussy juice."
Linda shivered. Slowly she was coming down from her sexual high. But still she felt the incredible need to have something hard and long reaming out her pussy. Looking up, the young teen looked helplessly at the bikers, wishing one of them would drag her in a corner and fuck her the way Sam had fucked her friend Tina.
"Come on, let's get this show goin'. I ain't seen two cunts fuck since I was in T.J.," Bart grumbled impatiently.
"Ho, your fuckin' prick, man," Rico snapped, jerking his head at Tina. It was a signal to get her ready for the ordeal.
"Leave me alone!" she cried, twisting helplessly as both men moved her closer to Linda. Tina stared at her friend, hardly recognizing that lust-crazed animal kneeling only a foot away. Their knees touched and Tina let out a shivery moan.
"In she goes," Rico said, grabbing the white dildo by the center and carefully inserting it again between Linda's swollen cuntlips.
The blonde teen stiffened again, throwing out her shoulders so violently that her tits swung out, then slapped back down on her chest. Linda's mouth dropped open farther and a choked, raspy rattle came out. Her flesh quivered while more juice seeped from her hole, wetting down both the dildo and Rico's fingers. He wiped his hands on his jeans, then started moving the dildo in and out, lowering his head and sniffing the pungent odor coming from the girl's crotch.
"Uhg! UGH! UGH!" Linda cried with each inward thrust.
"Yeah, real high, ain't you?" he snapped, taking the other end of the cock and moving it up and down Tina's cunt.
Tina cried out, her eyes widening as she felt her cuntlips being pushed apart, spread open for the inanimate cock. She'd never done anything like this before. It was so strange, having that cold dildo pushing in, stretching her cuntlips, sliding over the sensitive area just inside her cunt then touching the nerve-rich clit zone.
Rico moved his hand back, the dildo straightening itself from its initial bow and drilling into both girls' cunts.
For a moment, Linda and Tina knelt there, staring dumbly at each other. Then Linda began to move, rocking back and forth, tossing her head from shoulder to shoulder as the cock began fucking her pussy hole again. She discovered that by tilting her body back and raising one knee, she could keep the cock in constant contact with her clit. Rocking back and forth more rapidly, she also discovered she was bringing pleasure to Tina.
"No, stop, STOP!" her friend cried.
But Tina didn't really want Linda to stop that mind-blasting movement. She was growing hot, feeling that wonderful dildo pushing aside her cunt walls, touching all the secret hollows and folds of her pussy even her boyfriend, who was experienced in that sort of thing, hadn't touched. She was going to go wild with her friend. Closing her eyes, she humped her plump, taut ass up and down, feeling her jiggling asscheeks bouncing against the balls of her feet. She tossed her long hair back, throwing her shoulders from side to side. Her big tits rolled and danced, making wet, soft, slapping sounds as they collided. Opening her eyes wider, she stared at her friend's body, now glistening with sweat. Tina knew she, too, was perspiring from the rising excitement. Her heart was beating loudly as she rode the dildo like a merry-go-round horse.
"Ugh!" Linda grunted.
"Oh Linda, Linda, don't ... don't go so fast," Tina panted, her face reddening. The girl was starting to warm to the task, hunching back and forth. Her cheeks puffed out as she gasped and choked. She threw her head from side to side, loving the sound of the dildo fucking in and out of her pussy.
"Two fuckin' women, man, and they're goin' at it like sluts!" Rico commented.
It was unbelievable, watching the two young teenaged girls fucking one another with a long, white, plastic cock. Linda was the most turned on by the act, throwing her hips forward, squeezing her cunt muscles tightly around the dildo, then rocking back and forth, scraping her bloated clit over the smooth surface. The blonde couldn't keep herself from completely losing control. She was worn down, defeated by these men and her own rising sexuality.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Linda chanted.
Tina and Linda started breathing heavily, their nostrils flared like mares in rut. Soon, all that could be heard was the slick sliding of the dildo reaming out both their cunts and their moans. Both young women had matched their fucking movements, each shoving forward with the other then pulling back in sympathetic rhythm. Back and forth, in and out, the dildo was sending both girls higher and higher.
"OHHOOWWWWWWW!" Linda wailed. Linda was starting to cum. She felt overpowering waves of lust rip through her cunt, making the slick walls buckle and tighten around the plastic cock. She held tightly onto it with her pussy, drawing it in deeper while feeling her clit wiggle back and forth with the force of her orgasm. It was wonderful, heavenly. Closing her eyes, Linda bucked from side to side, sucking in oxygen to feed her plunging body.
It was Tina's turn. She was triggered into her orgasm by Linda's explosion. She watched her friend's eyes glaze over and roll up into her head while her tits rolled and bounced on her heaving chest. Sweat poured down in rivers over her tits, gathering in a pool in her navel. Watching this made Tina blow apart. Closing her eyes, as did her friend, Tina concentrated on her glowing cunt.
Back and forth, in and out the smooth dildo slipped until she, too, felt the exhausting waves of orgasm hit her cunt with the force of a doubled fist!
"EEEEEIIIYYEEEE!" Tina screamed. Pitching forward, Tina nearly smacked her head against Linda's. It wouldn't have mattered. Neither of the young women realized exactly what was going on around her. Each one was trapped in her own world of explosive orgasm, seeing nothing but brilliant lights flashing in front of her eyes, feeling nothing except the glowing ache that exploded again and again into an indescribable, itchy sensation. Linda was the first to come down from her high, her shoulders drooping, her head falling foward while her long, blonde hair curtained her face to hide the shame she felt.
It was a dreadful feeling, knowing she had achieved orgasm with this awful thing stuck in her cunt, and fucking in front of these men. Even worse was the knowledge that her very best friend, on the other end of the dildo, had also achieved orgasm. Did this mean they were lesbians? The thought knifed through the girl's confused mind, making her gasp in horror. She had grown excited watching Tina respond to the dildo. And, after all, whenever she thrust down onto the plastic prick, she pushed the dildo into her friend's pussy.
Linda shook her head violently. No, neither of them was guilty of anything. This was forced service, rape of the worst kind. With this thought, the young woman relaxed, almost felt pleased, expectant, waiting for the next round of humiliation.
"Shit! Watchin' you two is given me a hard-on," Rico said, cupping his crotch and fanning out his fingers around his balls.
"Yeah, me too," Sam and Bart echoed.
"But we gotta tenderize the meat first before eatin', right?" Rico said, reaching down and pulling the belt from his trousers.
"What are you going to do to us?" Linda panted, shaking the hair from her eyes. She was acutely aware of his last move, watching the long, black, leather belt slipping from the biker's pant loops. He was wrapping the leather around his wrist now, letting the buckled end rest in his animal-like hand while the tapered end barely brushed over the floor. Tina was still twitching with orgasm, her eyes shut tightly, her forehead creased with delightful agony.
"Have more fun, bitchl Plenty of fun where the two of you are concerned. Shit, you came here to get some fun," he said, coughing into his fist, then breaking out into laughter. He smacked the belt against the side of his right thigh, smiling with amusement when he saw Linda flinch at the crackling sound. Tina was slowly coming out of her orgasm, leaning forward, moaning softly while her hair brushed over her flushed face.
"Get back," Bart snapped, grabbing Tina's hair and jerking her head to the right. "OWWWWWW!" she yelled.
"Nothin' brings 'em back like a little pain," Rico commented wryly, snapping the belt again and reaching down to pull the double dildo out from both girls' cunts. Another
Chapter of their mutual degradation was about to begin.
Chapter Eight
"Yeah, tie her up there," Rico ordered, slapping Linda on the ass as Bart and Sam dragged her moaning girlfriend toward the center of the room. Directly overhead there was a large hook screwed into the wood ceiling.
Tina remembered little of what happened next. Her knees kept buckling. She was unable to stand in spite of the cursing threats made by the men. She felt herself dragged across the room, felt the wood scraping against her toenails.
"Ohhhhl" she moaned.
Someone was holding her tightly around the waist.
"Tie her up good and tight," Rico warned. Linda screamed, holding the sides of her head in both hands as she watched leather thongs looped around her girlfriend's wrists, tied tightly with a double hitch, and pressed into the rope already binding Tina's wrists together.
Sam threw the girl's arms upward, holding them there while Bart fetched a six-foot piece of rope and passed its looped center over the sturdy hook. Tugging it to check the line, he then secured the leather thongs to the rope with a modified figureeight.
"String 'er!" Rico ordered.
Both men took the line, pulling the free end slowly Tina's arms drew up more tightly, her elbows straightening, then straining while the thongs and rope cut deeply into the flesh of her wrists. She groaned, tilting her head back and staring at her tensed arms. The girl felt the strain become more and more intense. Her fingers twitched, trying to grab onto the rope, to do something to ease the pulling strain.
Sam and Bart pulled again, this time raising her body two inches off the floor. The girl cried out, jerking her head from side to side, her eyes wide with fear and pain.
"Help me, Linda, help me!" Tina pleaded. "Oh, for God's sake, let her down!" the blonde cried, hitting Rico hard in the knees.
"Fuckin' bitch wants to join her friend. Come on, let's get 'er up too," Rico snarled.
Linda screamed, scrambling back, holding her bound hands together in front of her face. She moved her eyes from one man to the other. Sam and Bart had already secured the free end of the rope around a wooden stake driven into the wall, leaving Tina swinging on her own for the moment.
"Come on, baby, come on," Rico said, hauling the screaming girl up from the floor.
His buddies helped, binding her wrists tightly with more leather thongs, nearly cutting off the circulation to her fingers. At times, the teen felt one of them pinching her ass or copping a feel of her cunt as she was thrown from one man to the other.
More rope was found and secured to her wrists. "Think that fuckin' hook'll hold the two of 'em?" Bart wondered, scratching his head and staring at the instrument. As Tina swung, puffs of dust sifted down from the ceiling to the ground.
"Don't know. Should be interesting to find out," Rico said, slapping Linda on the ass.
The girl wheeled around, her face registering anger while her ass burned where he had hit her.
Rico laughed, watching as Bart threaded the rope through the hook, pulled it tight, then, with his buddy, yanked the free end down.
"OH!" Linda cried as she felt her arms jerk up and grow stiff as the rope began to haul her off the ground. Stumbling to the right, Linda swung against her girlfriend, her shoulders brushing against Tina's tits.
"Ohh, Linda, what are we going to do?" the young woman wailed.
"I don't know, 1 ... oh, God!" Linda cried, her toes leaving the floor. The pulling sensation turned into one of a stretching pain as the leather thongs and rope bit into her wrist flesh. She let her head fall back, feeling her long, blonde hair sweep over her shoulders. Her legs kicked apart, then drew together while her tits jiggled with each movement. Linda let out another long moan, thinking she heard something pop in her shoulders. How strange it was to rub against Tina's naked body. Now Linda's full side was pressed against her girlfriend's tits and cunt. She closed her eyes and shook her head. No, no, she couldn't possibly be feeling the same excitement she had felt before. That was only a fluke, a mistake. Surely she couldn't feel anything like that again without wondering about her sexual preferences and which direction they were heading. Linda shook her head, trying to clear such thoughts from her mind. Right now she concentrated on the pulling sensation threatening to dislocate her shoulders. She kicked out one foot, making her body swing out slightly and turn to the left. The two women now hung like two pieces of raw meat on the butcher's hook.
"Time for a little tenderizin'," Rico said, stepping back and dragging the belt in front of him while keeping his eyes focused on Linda's contorted face.
"Oh, Linda, he's going to hit us," the girl wailed, trembling mightily against her friend.
"I know, oh, I know," Linda replied, feeling her courage fail her when Rico snapped the belt, bringing down the broad band of leather hard against the dirty floor.
Rico walked in front of her, keeping his eyes on both women, chuckling slightly while the other bikers watched carefully. Then, suddenly, with a savage movement, he wheeled about, planting his legs far apart for balance while bringing his right arm back. The belt arced through the air, snapping with a loud report, then cut downward in a broad semi-circle toward the women.
Both young girls screamed, their bodies banging against one another as they waited for the stinging blow. It fell on Linda, slashing across her nipples. The blonde teen thought she'd never felt such brutal pain before in her life. It was as if Rico had pushed several hot pins into her areolas and left them there. She grunted, kicking her legs out, hitting Tina in the shins, feeling her body twisting and jerking on the rope. Her teeth rattled, and her head throbbed as she opened her eyes again and saw Rico standing only a few feet in front of her, rocking back and forth on his heels.
Rico smiled grimly at her, then turned and stared hotly at Tina. The girl cringed, her fingers trembling, her toes fanning out. She tried turning inward, trying to hide behind Linda's tortured body. But she could only hang there helplessly and wait for her turn at the belt.
It came all too quickly. The belt slashed twice over Tina, criss-crossing her belly. Her legs shot up to her belly while her tits bounced with the violent impact.
"Nice to have both women like this, eh, guys? Maybe some of you wanna try this out?" Rico invited.
Sam was there almost immediately. He slid his belt out and held it by the buckled end. He looked first at Linda, then at Tina, looking like a boy suddenly turned loose in a candy shop. While Rico rubbed his cock through his jeans, Sam doubled his belt and brought it down hard just under Linda's kneecap. The girl's ankle jerked up. He grabbed her foot, pulling her toward him. The hook twisted in the hard wood, groaning, threatening to give way from the sudden, awkward movement. Sam cursed and twisted her ankle until the girl yelped in pain. He let her go with a shove, pushing her back so hard that she struck the wall some three feet behind her. Linda groaned when Tina swept forward from the rebound and struck her hard in the ass.
"UGHHHH!" Tina cried.
"OHHH!" Linda responded, shaking the loose hair from her face while keeping her eyes fastened on Rico. Ever since he had hauled her and her friend up on the hook, she had watched him carefully, not daring to take her eyes off the big biker. Linda felt irrationally that she could somehow control her fate if only she kept an eye on Rico. It was, of course, only a dream.
The lead biker moved around while Sam began working Tina over, rapping his doubled belt lightly over her thighs, then bringing the leather down flat and hard against her full, fleshed-out lips. The tension and excitement made the young woman shriek and jerk like a mad puppet on the rope.
Linda had her own problems. Rico was determined to make every square inch of her body ache with agony. He started beating the arch of her foot. Rico slowed his strokes, timing them to hit just when the girl didn't expect it. The sensitive skin of her feet felt as if the belt were flaying it from the bone. Linda thought the belt had crushed the small bones inside her feet. She threw her head from one side to the other, trying somehow to get her feet away from the big man.
But Rico was insistent, moving around, hitting Tina to knock her body to one side so he could torture the screaming blonde more. It was an awful feeling, the rope and leather slicing into her wrists. At times, she thought blood was flowing down from her injured hands. But a quick check upward told the girl the liquid was only perspiration cascading down toward her face.
"Ohhhhh, it hurts!" she sobbed.
Rico flogged the backs of her knees, then moved up to her thighs, making the room echo with the sound of leather smacking against wet flesh. Sam was playing with Tina's cunt now, tugging out hairs by the fistful, then shoving the buckle into her pussy and watching her cunt muscles actually chewing at it, milking the strange, cold brass object, actually trying to drag it in. He laughed, then tugged it out, licking the cold metal and grunting with satisfaction before going back to his beating.
"Got a hot ass, baby? Got a real hot ass? Man, this'll warm it up real good." Sam assured Tina. Sam started moving the belt up, bringing the leather across her ass. He watched her fleshy, tight, plump asscheeks jiggle with every stroke, a long, red mark appearing on one or both of them afterward.
Rico was breathing hard, his cock tenting up against his pants material, his balls rising again and shoving up against his fat cockroot. Fighting the desire to get up and fuck Linda in the ass, the biker kept up his strokes.
"OHHHHHHH!" Linda moaned.
Linda wished she could die. The pain in her shoulders and arms was almost unbearable. The blazing agony of her plump ass radiated over to her cunt, making juice from her pussy mouth run down her thighs. More stripes appeared on her ass where the belt cut into her. First welts, then gashes appeared as the belt continued to bite into her asscheeks.
"NO! NO! NO!" she screamed with each slash of the belt.
Over and over Linda slammed into her friend, her body twisting and bouncing in recoil from the repeated strokes. Once or twice, Linda thought about snapping at Tina as if she were a dog, biting her, kicking her away as her pain increased with each passing second. After all, Tina had got her into this mess, had conned her into coming up here for a little fun. Now the two of them were tied up in this horrible place, forced to submit to pain and humiliation. And for what? They weren't going to get anything out of this except a good deal of degradation and probably some broken bones!
Linda was going wild, the pain coursing up and down her spine. She felt Rico concentrating on lashing her ass more and more. He was going to peel away the flesh if he kept doing that. Desperately, Linda tried moving her body, kicking out with her legs for leverage, then pulling herself up with her arms, twisting her spine at the same time. Once or twice, she managed to jerk away from Rico's belt. But such victories were only temporary. There was really nothing she could do to prevent him from hurting her. In complete despair, Linda finally let herself dangle, her head thrown back. Her asscheeks opend with the sudden relaxation.
This is what Rico had been waiting for. With a slashing overhead stroke he ripped the end of the belt down her asscrack. Linda thought someone had lit her asshole on fire! Her eyes bugged out, her flesh tightening over her facial bones. A strangled, choked cry came from her opened mouth while her muscles and tendons bulged against her skin. Jerking her knees up, the girl writhed in a sensual whirlpool of pain and lust. Nothing in her life had prepared her for this.
Twisting, crying, jerking on her ropes, the blonde teen thought she was going to lose all bodily functions and shit and piss on the floor. Her tender asshole burned and throbbed after that brutal attack.
"OOOOOWWWWWW!" she cried loudly. Rico struck again. The tip of the belt caught at the base of her asshole, pulling the gray-pink, wrinkled ring temporarily out of shape. She felt as if he'd pulled a handful of her assguts out.
Tina screamed in sympathy with her friend, terrified that whatever had happened to Linda would surely happen to her next.
Linda felt tears rolling down her face. The incredible pain of the assault on her asshole blasted up her spine to her poor, confused brain. She jerked convulsively again as another blow hit the same area. A flood of cunt juice rushed out of her pussy. This was shameful, unnatural! In spite of the pain and humiliation, she was going wild, juicing, turning onto this horrible man. She tried hiding her shame, folding one leg over the other to prevent more pussy juice from running out and wetting down her thighs. But nothing could keep her guilt from being noticed. She was becoming excited by all this, actually wanting more pain to add to the wonderful sensations shooting through her cunt.
"Oh, baby, nice and tight and hot," Rico murmured, watching her.
He smacked her ass again, watching as the girl thrust her ass backward, almost as if she were begging for more. Rico stepped in front, nearly knocking Sam over, who was now half-kneeling, eating out Tina's injured pussy. Ignoring his cunt-lapping friend, the biker jammed the head of the belt buckle into Linda's pussy.
"AHHHHHH!" Linda moaned as the tip of the buckle went roughly into her cunt. It was forcing the hot, wet flesh open. The instant clenching of her cuntmuscle around the buckle almost dragged it from the biker's hand. Rico smiled, pleased at Linda's sexual high. Ripping the belt away from the grasp of her cunt, he watched as Linda let out a gasp, her feet going up involuntarily, threatening his balls and cock.
"So, you wanna kick me, eh?" he said, his eyes narrowing, his lips curling up into a smile.
"No, no! I swear it! NO!" Linda cried, afraid of what he'd do if he thought something like that. "Sure, sure," Rico said, moving back to her ass and beating her asshole again and again with his belt. When she tried clenching her cheeks together protectively, he slapped them apart with his free hand. The girl thought she was going to go crazy. She clawed upward, her arm muscles knotting.
Linda didn't know what to do. If only she could pass out, even die, somehow escape that awful pain racking her ass. But nothing, no one, could help her now.
But what really surprised Linda was the strange fire starting in the rim of her asshole as he moved the belt in and out. Her hips went back, actually offering more of her ass to him. As painful as all this was, there was an odd kind of pleasure coming out of the beating as well, mingling with the hot, throbbing spasms in her cunt.
Then, suddenly, it was all over. The slashing pain of the belt, the laughter, everything was over. Linda stayed tense for a while, then sagged in her bonds. She felt herself resting against Tina. It felt good to be against another human being. She didn't care if it was another woman or not. Linda sighed, letting her head sag forward.
"Oh, Linda, they've got to let us go now, don't they? They've done enough, haven't they?" Tina gasped, staring at her friend with tortured eyes.
"They're your friends. You should know," Linda said, ashamed to look at Tina. She had felt so many strange feelings during this last horrible whipping spree. Now, resting against her friend, she was ashamed to admit that she was feeling some sexual pleasure at the touch of Tina's body. Rico was quick to pick up on the blonde teen's sudden interest.
"Ever see two broads makin' it together?" Rico asked his buddies, tapping the belt against one thigh.
"Sure, back there," Bart said.
"Naw, man, that wasn't nothin'. I mean really makin' it . . . you know, suckin' cunt and all that shit," he said.
"Yeah, once back in Tiajuana, I think," Sam said, rolling up his eyes.
"Well, you're gonna see it here."
Linda moaned. It was yet another step downward on the ladder of degradation.
Chapter Nine
Something hot and wet was licking her face. Janice opened her eyes, unaware of where she was at first. She remembered the bathtub-all that horrible piss coming out of Jack's rigid cock. It had splashed all over her, wetting her down, making her retch with disgust and yet, at the same time, exciting her.
"Oh!" she moaned weakly.
She couldn't move. When she went to draw her hands across her face, the woman realized she was back in Jack's bed, her arms stretched high over her head and stretched apart, her wrists bound to the headboard. Jack had hardly dried her off. The stink of stale piss hung around her nose.
"OH!" she cried a little louder, realizing something was touching her, caressing her. Turning her face to one side Janice found herself staring at a very large, black Doberman.
"AHIYYEEE!" she screamed, jerking as far as the ropes would let her. Terror knifed through her, nearly knocking her mentally off-balance. She had always been terrified of dogs. That was one of the many complaints her daughter, Linda, had of her-she refused to have a dog in the house. Now there was one only inches from her, licking her face, his pointed ears flattened against the sides of his head while his short, bristly fur stood up around his throat. He backed away at her scream, his back bowing slightly in the middle while his forepaws stretched out toward her. Janice pounded the mattress desperately with her legs, her head rolling from side to side as she wailed for help.
"Oh, God, please, please, somebody come and help me! Oh, don't let him get close to me! ONHHHH, HELP!" she shrieked.
The Doberman was apparently unimpressed by the woman's growing terror. After several seconds had passed, he went back to licking her chin and throat. He was almost friendly. Janice's shrieks were reduced to throaty whimpers, her eyes bugging out while sweat broke out all over her body. She tried worming away from him, sliding her body to the left. But her wrists were still tightly fastened to the headboard and refused to move. Then the dog was pulled back by its master. "Something wrong?" Jack asked.
Jack was holding his animal by the rhinestone collar, pulling the whining dog back but still keeping him on the bed. Janice felt a little relief and shifted her horrified gaze up to the big man.
"Wh-where did he come from?" The woman could barely get out the words.
"He's been around. It's a big apartment. I usually keep him in the kitchen to guard the back entrance. He knows to keep quiet when I have guests ... unless I want him to come on in," Jack answered.
Janice screwed up her forehead, unable to follow where this conversation was leading.
"Whew!" Jack exclaimed. "You smell. I thought about giving you a bath, but then I thought about Max here and had a better idea."
Janice stared at him, a picture of what was about to happen gradually clearing in her mind. But it was so horrible, so demented, she couldn't imagine anyone actually forcing her to go through with it.
She rolled her head from side to side, dropping her gaze and noticing for the first time a small, darkred prickhead creeping from the dog's furry cocksheath. The dog was growing excited, sitting there obediently, waiting for his next order.
Janice tugged desperately at the ropes holding her arms prisoner. The ropes groaned, and the headboard banged against the plaster wall. But still she was held prisoner. When the woman calmed down, Jack continued.
"You know, the dog's in rut. And baby, there's nothing more savage than a fuckin' dog when he's horny," Jack whispered.
Janice's eyes widened. The dog was a very massive animal! He was heavy-boned and seemed to have a huge cock. His prick was almost as big as a stallion's cock. His hair was short and sleek, the black highlights of his coat reflecting from the lamp illuminating the bedroom. As Max panted he sprayed spittle on his snout. She struggled again, tugging at the ropes. What was going to happen next? Was he going to make the Doberman fuck her the way she had heard animals fucked women in Tiajuana? Jerking her head up, she took in both master and pet, then let herself go limp. Why couldn't she control her body? Even now, she felt her thighs ripple, become flecked with cunt juice. Was it possible to turn onto something as vile, as perverted as this? Could it be she actually wanted this animal to fuck her, perhaps even lick her pussy and drive her to the heights of ecstasy?
As the Doberman watched her twist on the bed, he became aroused. He could smell her pussy juice as it started seeping from her cunt again. His prick stiffened, slipped out several more inches. He took a step toward her, but Jack's hand on his collar held the animal back. The dog barked his frustration, Jack pulling back on the collar.
"Max wants you very much, baby," Jack said. "And he's gonna get what he wants."
The finality in his voice told Janice she didn't have a prayer in convincing him to change his mind. She lay there helplessly, trying to speak. But it was as if her vocal chords were frozen. What was worse was that her mind was frozen. She couldn't think. The Doberman growled, tugging wildly at his leash. All she could do was look and tremble.
"Go on, lick the nice lady," Jack said in a mocking voice.
Janice shivered, watching the dog come closer and closer to her. She could feel his hot, damp breath against her thighs. Fanning out her toes until they cramped, the woman shifted her ass back and forth over the sheets, feeling them gather up in her wet, tight asscrack. Terror made her chest tighten, her flesh crawl. She curled her fingers, digging the nails into her wrists. Trying to worm away from the animal was useless. She couldn't move away from the beast. All she could do was lay there and take whatever the dog wanted to give her.
Her body jerked when the Doberman touched her with his tongue. It was a light, feathery touch, leaving a small dab of spittle on her left thigh. Janice looked down at the wet spot, feeling revulsion. The animal twisted its head and looked curiously at her as she moaned. She shook as if she were having a fit. This was too much, far too much for Janice. The viciousness of the animal could only be matched by the viciousness of the man holding it. Jack still tugged back at the collar, arching his spine for better balance while still grinning down at her. One thing the woman also noticed was that the man's cock was growing hard, slowly rising up from his groin, thickening, stiffening as he watched Janice cringing and moaning helplessly on his king-sized bed. The mattress groaned with her uncoordinated movements. The woman rubbed the backs of her legs over the sheets, perspiration wetting down the cotton.
"Please, take him away from me. I'll do anyting to you, really I will," she pleaded.
Of course, Jack had no intention of accommodating her. He slowly let his right arm relax, straightening it, letting the dog move closer and closer to the woman once more.
Janice saw he was finally going to let Max touch her. This time, she guessed, there would be no tugging back on the collar.
"Go on, boy, enjoy yourself," Jack urged, letting go of the collar. Jack then stepped back and started to move his fingers back and forth over his cock.
Janice thought her heart would stop when the hot, wet tongue touched her thighs. She arched her back slightly, banging her head against the headboard while scratching her palms with her fingernails again. Thrills shot up and down her thighs and belly like tiny electric shocks. The big muscles in her asscheeks cramped as she arched her back a little more.
"UGHHHHHH," Janice moaned as Max went to work.
The woman made a face, shutting her eyes tightly and snapping her head to one side. She tried jerking her thighs away, twisting them to one side. But Max, now left on his own, stopped her protest quickly by jumping forward and putting his forepaws down on her upper legs. The feel of those soft pads, accented by Max's pointed toenails, made the woman stop her cries, stop her resistance for the moment. She lay there as if paralyzed, taking deep breaths, trying to overcome the tightening of her chest that threatened to strangle her. In the distance, she could hear Jack breathing heavily, hear the slick slapping of his fingers jerking over his cock.
"Oh, no, no, no!" she groaned frantically. Janice was close to tears. She shook her head, trying to get rid of the terrible thoughts assailing her. She was like a plane out of control, spinning head over heels through the clouds. She was terrified of the large animal now towering over her. But at the same time she felt an unmistakable pleasure, a kind of sexual rage coursing through her pussy. Screwing up her face in wonder, the woman raised her head once more, opening her eyes and staring at the Doberman again.
Max was fully aroused now. His long, thick, knobby boner was sticking straight up from his hindquarters. His cock was jerking irregularly, slapping against the thin, black fur of his underbelly. His haunches quivered while his powerful sides heaved in and out. How odd it was to have this animal staring at her as hotly as Jack stared at her earlier. It was as if he had a mind like a man's, as if he could feel the same thing a human did when fucking. Of course, that was only a fantasy of her confused, overheated mind. Animals fucked simply to make baby animals, not for pleasure the way humans did. There had to be some pleasure, of course, but the human kind? Was it possible that master and animal were in collusion, that Max enjoyed sex simply for its own sake?
"Don't ... don't . . . " Janice cried in a tiny voice.
Her whimpering seemed to excite the Doberman more and more. He bared his teeth, licking up her thighs, then going back down to her ankles. Janice let out a shout, jerking her knees up and kicking back at the dog. Her legs flailed, making her body bounce against the mattress as she hammered her feet toward the barking Doberman.
"Go on, Max, get 'er," Jack said, his face contorted with lust as he jacked his hand faster and faster over his prick. At the same time, he rolled his balls with his other hand, fanning out his fingers and squeezing his balls slowly, carefully, feeling the cum boiling in his sacs. Jack wasn't about to jerk off just yet, however. He knew how Max liked to take his time with women. He'd trained him that way, trained him in the way he had trained himself. Yes, Janice was one of the best, one of the hottest women he'd had up in his apartment in a long time. But she certainly wasn't the first to taste the pleasures he had to offer, and she surely wouldn't be the last. He smiled grimly, watching the woman twist and writhe, pulling at her bonds, then relaxing helplessly, her body sagging as the dog covered her with his black, furry body. Yes, having a woman degraded by Max was the finale, the thing that Jack enjoyed most. It was better than the pissing scene, better than forcing women to fuck in all contorted positions with the various dildos and enemas he had stored in those trunks Janice had eyes so suspiciously earlier. And what was wonderful was that the women never complained in the end, never called the police or their boyfriends. yes, they loved his brand of fucking in the end, came to see his point of view, even begged him for more as he shoved them out the door. Some had returned on his request. Others, well ... Jack smiled. There were plenty of women out there pretending to dislike sex, especially fucking his way. But when he got them down, forced them to take his cock, they saw things differently. Then he practically had to use one of the cattle prods he kept for special occasions to drive them away.
Janice, however, was another story. He liked the way she moved, the way she kept up the game of hating this kind of fucking while all the time her juicing cunt and stiff nipples gave her true feelings away. Back at the bar, she had mentioned something about a young daughter. Now that would be something to have-a mother/daughter act in his apartment, both women moaning away in sexual delight while he had his way with them.
He'd have to talk to Janice after Max got through with her.
The dog was getting frisky now. Pulling back, he snorted at her, opening his jaws and revealing a powerful double row of spit-glistening crisscrossed fangs. Behind them, his red tongue moved, spittle flecking the short furs around his maw. A strange, throaty growl came out, making the woman cringe in terror. At the same time, the sound of Max's growl made her cunt twinge, pucker up, clench like a fist, only to relax then clench up again.
Max, after shaking his body violently, let out a grunt and dropped his head once more into her blonde cunt hairs.
Janice let out a sharp cry, her eyelids fluttering while her forehead wrinkled. She clawed at the walls, arching her back and raising her ass off the wrinkled sheets. She braced herself on her shoulder blades and heels, her body trembling mightily. Her tits shivered like mounds of jello while her chest heaved with each shuddering breath she took. It was awful, delightful! Contrary feelings whirled about in her mind as Max braced himself against the mattress and ate her pussy.
"UGHHHHHNOOOOOOO!" she wailed. Janice was fighting with herself as Max's sloppy tongue moved up along the fur-edged cuntlips, tugging the sensitive membranes up with his tongue. When it reached the top, it touched her clit, sending a shower of sexual electrical sparks into her pussy. The woman screamed, arching her back more while trembling like an epileptic. Her nostrils flared while her eyes bulged. It was awful, terrible, exciting! The headboard banged noisily against the wall while Janice fought with her feelings.
"Go for it, baby!" Jack shouted. "That's it. Let of Max take care of you the way I did. Just pretend it's me there, lickin' off your cunt."
Jack was sounding more and more excited as his cock throbbed faster and harder between his jerking hand. His balls tightened, pressing hard against his sac while beads of sweat dotted the fur covering his chest.
"UMMMMMMMM!" she moaned.
Slowly Janice's cries of horror were turning into yelps of delight. Max pulled back again, broken pieces of her blonde cunt hairs sticking to his maw. She stared down heavy-lidded at the Doberman, watching his tongue slap around his jaws, cleaning them. Then he went back to work again, slurping up her thighs, going down to her knees and wetting them with his spit. She writed frantically, pulling at her arms, beating the mattress with her legs. Her ass bounced along the mattress. Nothing, absolutely nothing, would frighten the animal away. Max had her where he wanted her. With a groan, Janice gave up her struggle. She was tired, so tired of all of this. Let him have his way. She wanted it with one part of her mind anyway!
Max fed on her cunt hungrily, his steady, low groan becoming louder, the vibrations transferring to her pussy as he ate lustily. Max's massive dick swung like a tree limb in the wind as he twisted his head and flicked his tongue over her cunt mound.
Janice shrieked louder and louder. Each scream seemed to be higher pitched than the last. Jack, at first, couldn't see the movement of the Doberman's jaws. It was hidden by the thick hairs of her cunt. But he saw Janice's reactions become violent with each passing second. Her tits jumped, rolled, collided together. The dark-red areolas became darker, the nipples stiffening until they looked as if they were made of granite chips.
The dog raised his head, his brown eyes blazing, rolling about. He studied his victim and let out another bark as her shouts seemed to heighten his lust.
"Oh, stop, STOP I" Janice shrieked, jerking her head from side to side.
The woman kept her eyes closed, able to read the truth in Jack's eyes. She knew he knew what was going on in her body and mind, but she had to play the game, try to fight off the beast when all the while she wanted to scissor her legs around his powerful head and let him feed all he wanted to on .her cunt.
"OHHHHHHHH!"
"GO FOR IT BABY!" Jack shouted, wrapping his right hand tightly around his prick and stopping the jizz from shooting out. It would be a nice, long night.
Chapter Ten
"Oh ... Oh . . . God ... OHHHHH ... please," Janice cried, flinging her head from side to side. Her blonde hair curtained her face one moment, then fanned out behind her.
She felt something hot and tight rising in her pussy, something that took away every ounce of strength she had. She was going to cum. Was it possible, cumming with an animal? Of course it was. All that was happening in her pussy was sloppy, wet friction. It was almost the same kind of friction she felt when she played with herself in the bathtub.
She felt a whirling ball of sexual hunger expand in her belly. She was going to cum, going to feel her body explode in the mouth of this licking animal.
"Back, Max, back'." Jack commanded, seeing the woman rising higher and higher sexually. He wanted to keep her going with the dog, keep her tied to the bed for a while longer.
Janice opened her eyes and stared with hatred and frustration at the big man. She could have scratched his eyes out! How could he have done something like that, leaving her high and dry? She whipped her hips about furiously, trying to milk the orgasm from her body. But it was impossible. She couldn't create the friction needed to drive herself over the edge. If only she could slip one hand down there, just one, over her frazzled cunt hairs. She closed her eyes and pictured how that would be-her fingers curling into her soft, wet tissues, her nails digging into the slick folds and hollows of her pussy. The thought nearly drove her over the edge! Screaming with rage, Janice waited impatiently while Jack stood back, holding the snarling, snapping Doberman tightly by the collar.
"He really likes you, Jan," Jack said, leaning back heavily. The collar strained, threatening to come apart as pet and master struggled against one another.
"Oh, you animal, you ... you monster," she muttered in a low, trembling voice. If only she could get her hands on him.
"And you like it, don't you Jan? Man, you haven't had this kind of fun in years, have you? Shit, I can read it in your fuckin' face, baby. You dig me, dig everything I've done to you, even when I pissed on you," he said, his face darkening as he spoke.
The woman shook her head back and forth in denial biting her lower lip. Yes, yes, every word he said was true. In her heart, Janice couldn't deny those accusing words.
"Go on, boy, go for it," Jack said, noticing the woman's sexual hunger decreasing.
At the touch of Max's black, cold snout Janice went into paroxysms of delight. Max was licking her pussy in earnest now. Janice could feel his spit drenching her already-soaked cuntlips, dripping down into her tight little asscrack. The Doberman lurched forward and started eating at her pussy with a wild appetite. His muzzle moved up and down through her cunt slit, forcing her inner cuntlips apart. She loved the sensation of having her cunt mouth stretched like that. The short fur surrounding his mouth was excruciatingly ticklish. She cried out again and again, arching her back, rubbing the insides of her thighs along his head, wanting to cum in his mouth.
Just when she thought she was about to cum, however, Max pulled back. He tilted his head to one side again, staring curiously at the panting, gasping woman. He was just like his master-teasing, merciless, bringing her up to the brink then letting her down. A raging fire burned through her pussy, turning her into a sex maniac. And all that animal did now was sit on his haunches, bend his head and lick at his stiff cock.
"NO, NO, NO!" she protested but now her cries had a different ring to them. She wanted the animal, needed him. She moaned loudly, writhing her shoulder blades on the bed. Edging her knees back, she petted Max with both feet while he once again lapped and wet her cunt with his tongue. Doggie spit was seeping into her pussy, running down her upturned asscheeks and slicking down her asscrack. She didn't really care. It was unimportant. All that mattered was that chilly, itchy, hot flash of delight becoming greater and greater between her shivering thighs.
"UMMMMMAHHHHHHH!" Janice growled. Max growled back, letting his fangs nip along the puffed, outer edges of her cunt. The feeling nearly drove her out of her mind. How could a dog know just what she wanted and when? It was as if he could read her mind. Raising her head again, the confused, hot woman stared back into the Doberman's eyes. They were almost human. She could swear she read some thought there. Dropping her head back to the pillow, Janice thought she'd leave well enough alone and not pursue that train of thought. No, is was dangerous. It was better that she lay there and let the dog do what he would.
And how he knew what to do! As he ate at her cunt, the woman humped her back, pressing her cunt mound up for him to dine on. His fangs dug along her sensitive, silky flesh. His neck hairs bristled with the wildness both of them felt. Again he pulled back and let out a loud bark, tossing his head.
"Ohhh ... damn ... damn!" Janice moaned. Janice clawed at the plaster behind her, sweat burning into the chafed flesh of her wrists as the ropes binding her hand to the headboard still held firmly. Janice felt vulnerable, in danger, and letting that sensation hover over her was exciting. Flames of wild sexuality licked along her inner thighs.
Janice thought she was going to lose her mind again. All the sensitive places in her cunt itched, ached, throbbed in time to the wild licking of the big Doberman. The woman breathed his name over and over again as if he were her lover. She tossed her head, squeezed her ass, hunched up and fed him more of her drippy, swampy cunt. Max snarled and snapped, lapping up the flowing pussy juices, burrowing into her cunt slit as if he were looking for something.
Janice's body was responding eagerly to the hurried, sloppy friction against her cunt slit. Max started biting her pussy again, moving down and sinking his fangs gently into her soft tight flesh. Janice groaned, feeling that awful, teasing, sharp pressure in her legs. And then he moved up, opening his dripping jaws and sinking his fangs into her cunt mound. How good and ticklish that felt! The thought that this animal could tear her to pieces added to the excitement of the moment. She went crazy when he held her pussy between his jaws and shook her cunt gently. Janice held her ass off the bed when he did this. The wild sensation brought out a new fever in her pussy.
Her climax was close, so close. She twisted like a snake, unaware of what was going on around her. The world could have been coming to an end and Janice wouldn't have cared. A roar began somewhere deep down in her cunt, spreading to her ears. It sounded like a waterfall. It took her a while before she realized it was the sound of her own rushing pulse.
"Go for it, baby, go for it!" Jack urged, feeling his cum boiling up from his balls. It was tightly packed in that center tube that lead from his balls to his cockhead. He held back for a moment, watching the woman writhe and jiggle on the bed. She was going to make it, actually reach orgasm with the big dog. Jack held back, aiming his dark-red prickhead at her face, waiting for the moment when her world would crash down into her pussy and turn her into a wild animal. "UGHHHHHHHH!" Janice grunted.
She arched her back, her body resembling a tightly drawn longbow. Resting only on her shoulders and heels, Janice screamed loud and long, begging the dog to bring her off now.
Max's tongue entered her body again, forcing her swollen cuntmeat apart enough for him to suck out more juice. The blonde woman felt Max rolling and licking his tongue inside her pussy. She felt her sensitive ring of cunt muscles tense, convulse and tighten around the Doberman's probing muzzle. His hot tongue made her cunt walls collapse and squeeze tight against it. Max felt her going crazy, knew she was close to orgasm. He slowed down his licking purposely, bringing out a moan of frustrated sexuality from the woman.
Janice couldn't stand much more of this. She was trembling on the border of orgasm, about to fall into the wild world of climax. She gyrated her ass around in circles, then drove her cunt up and down like a piston to increase the friction. The wild dog was bringing more and more excitement to the inflamed tissues of her cunt. When he raked up across her clit again, Janice cried and snapped her knees together, banging them hard against the Doberman's sides. She wanted to feel his tongue everywhere. She wanted ...
"OHHHHHHHH!" she cried.
Her orgasm came like a nuclear detonationterrible, total. At the same time, she knew he was about to relieve himself. While Max shook and whined, his cock jumped about. He shifted position slightly, rubbing his cock against her leg. She felt hot streaks of something spurt against her legs, streaks that made her shiver. He was shooting off his load against her, whimpering and shaking while still lapping at her convulsing pussy. Janice blessed him and cursed him while lights popped off in front of her. Stunning spasms tore through her body, choking off her breathing temporarily as climax after climax sped through her cunt. In minutes, the blonde woman lay quietly on the bed, her legs draped over either side while Max curled up on the far edge and began licking his softening prick.
What have I done? Janice thought as she came down from her sex trip. She thought of how she'd embraced the dog with her legs, of how she-wished she could have run her fingers through his fur and pulled him more tightly against her body. Wicked, evil, perverted thoughts, thoughts more fit for a slut or whore than for a respected woman. She turned her head away from Jack, not able to stare him in the face any longer.
"Dog meat, baby. That's what you are. But I don't mind," he said, curling his fingers through her hair and jerking her head up from the pillow. Janice cried, tears rolling down her face. "I want you back here again. I'm gonna let you go now, but I want you back real soon. I'll give you a call," he said cockily, stretching over her and unfastening the chords binding her wrists to the headboard.
Never! Janice thought as she rubbed her chafed wrists together and slipped both legs over the edge of the bed. But deep inside her mind was working, wondering when he would call, hoping it would be soon.
Chapter Eleven
"I'm sorry, Tina," Linda groaned.
The two of them had been eased down from the ceiling, their wrists unbound. Sam had pulled out a mat from somewhere and told both of them to lay down and start sucking.
Linda felt her flesh crawl as she turned and saw her friend's terrified face.
"I... I don't know what to do," Linda answered, covering her mouth with one hand. "Just start sucking, man!" Rico said impatiently.
He took Linda's head in both hands, ignoring her cries and protests as he dragged her up to Tina's cunt. The blonde struggled, jerking her hands up, trying to claw her fingernails over his wrists. She felt her legs folding under her, felt them kicking at the straw mat. Then there was that strange smell, something that reminded her of Rico's crotch. Opening her eyes she saw her face was only inches over her friend's juicing cunt. "NO!" she shouted.
"Suck it!" Rico ordered a third time.
Then, suddenly, Linda found her face buried in the soft curls of Tina's pussy. Rico was shouting at her, kicking her, nudging her sharply with his knees, insisting she start this perverted act. Swallowing hard, feeling her pride shatter along with her will, the girl stuck out her tongue.
"Oh!" Tina cried, her shoulders shaking, her body jerking at the touch of Linda's tongue. Linda held her breath, freezing as if someone had poured concrete in her veins. The soft, feathery curls of Tina's cunthairs tickled the insides of her nostrils while Tina's thighs jerked up and caressed her cheeks.
"That's it, baby, it ain't so bad. Come on, get down and fuck her with your tongue," Rico said to Linda.
Tentatively, nervously, the blonde teen licked up her friend's cunt slit. She repeated that motion over and over, again and again, using her fingers to push away Tina's thighs. Linda soon warmed to the task, sensing her friend's growing excitement. More juice bubbled up from the girl's cunt, wetting down Linda's lips. When Tina started moaning, flexing her ass and throwing up her cunt to her friend, Linda instinctively threw her arms around her friend's ass and shoved her mouth firmly onto her cunt. Tina cried out, clawing at the mat, screaming with delight. Linda nestled her cheek against Tina's soft pussylips and gently started licking her way in and out of Tina's cunt. "Ohhhhh!" Tina moaned.
That moan marked the end of Tina's resistance. She hunched into her friend's face. And Linda lost all sense of revulsion that she had originally had. The blonde didn't know why she wasn't horrified at this. Perhaps, considering everything that had happened to her, this was a minor event. At least Tina wasn't going to hurt her, beat her, fuck her brutally until she cried. Holding onto her friend's thighs more tightly than ever, she forced her tongue into Tina's pussy, pushing apart the moist, slick cuntmeat, feeling her friend's clit pressing against the bridge of her nose. Linda inhaled and moaned, hearing Tina echo that moan above her.
Tina's eyes opened, widened as Linda's tongue began to do wonderful, magical things to her pussy. She inched her knees back until they were nearly pressing on her tits. She felt her cuntlips peel stickily back, revealing more and more of her pussy for her friend to eat. She felt her body explode, saw brilliant lights flash on and off in front of her. It was so good, so marvelously, wonderfully good. It was as if all the beautiful feelings in the world had suddenly gathered in her cunt. Drawing her fingers over Linda's head, she pushed them through her friend's silky, blonde hair. She wanted Linda's tongue doing that, eating her out, slurping up and down her fuck slot while the balls of her feet danced over Linda's back.
"UNNGHHHH!" Tina groaned.
Rico pulled Tina around until both young women were in a sixty-nine position. Tina blinked, looking up at the hot, juice-flecked hairs of her friend's cunt. She wondered if she could suck that meaty-looking thing. But then she realized she had no choice. Rico wanted a show, and a show he would get-one way or another.
Linda kept tonguing Tina's hot, drooling, little cunt, spreading her knees apart slowly and lowering her pussy toward Tina's face. She soon felt her friend's hot breath caressing her thighs. It was wonderful, maddening. Just as Linda moved her tongue up to Tina's clit, she felt her friend's tongue push carefully into her pussy, easing past the tense, rubbery cuntlips.
"Ummmmmmm!" Linda moaned.
Linda felt her clit pop out as Tina's tongue moved merrily in and out of her pussy like a small, wet cock. She felt Tina's hands slide around her ass, squeezing the full cheeks, rubbing them gently, even slipping her fingers into the hot valley between her assmounds.
Tina jerked her head up, her tongue flicking out as she licked the throbbing surfaces of Linda's clit. Instantly, the cunt pushed down until Linda's pussy pressed firmly against Tina's mouth.
Linda retaliated by sticking her tongue between Tina's plump cuntlips as hard as she could. Linda stirred her tongue around and around like a spoon, sucking so hard her cheeks caved in and pressed against her teeth. She could tell the suction was driving Tina insane. She felt her friend's hips push up into her face, hunching wildly, trying to get more tongue up her pussy.
Tina buried her face in the blonde bush of Linda's cunt, her fingernails leaving long, red marks along the blonde teen's thighs and ass. Her lips pressed in a long, wet kiss, pushing against Tina's clit while she kept her tongue busy lashing away at the inside of Tina's pussy hole.
"OHHHHHHH!" Tina moaned.
While Linda was busy getting her pussy kissed, she kept working her fingers deep into the valley between Tina's asscheeks. As her index finger found Tina's puckered asshole, she worked her digit around in small circles, dragging her nail over the sensitive flesh. Soon she was pushing the digit into Tina's asshole, feeling the girl tremble and shiver at that sudden delight.
Tina shoved up with her hips, grinding her pussy furiously into Linda's face. At the same time she spread her legs, stretching the cheeks of her ass apart so Linda could get her finger deeper inside. "Man, I can't take this!" Rico said.
He was standing above the sucking women, jerking on his cock while watching Tina and Linda fuck each other with their tongues. He saw their bodies covered with sweat, heard their tongues flicking and sucking and lapping at their cunts. He felt his cum rising in his balls, packing down in his prick, burning in his cockhead. It was too much to ask for him just to sit back and watch. Reaching out he pushed the women over on one side, shoving down his jeans and sliding up behind Linda. Spitting on his right palm, he greased down the purple knob of his cock.
"Come on, Bart. Fuck the other one in the ass. Sam, do what you want, man. I'm gonna ass-fuck the blonde shit," Rico growled.
Linda heard him and started to pull away. But a sharp blow on the back of her head told her she'd better do as she was told. She kept on licking at Tina's pussy, holding tightly onto her friend's thighs for moral support as she felt something terribly hot and slick moving between her legs, up past Tina's flicking tongue, up to her tiny little asshole. He pressed his knees up against the backs of hers, holding onto her narrow waist while hunching down and forward. She felt the hot, wet pressure increase against the wrinkled flesh of her asshole. The lips were puckering in, tightening, resisting his fat prick.
"OHHHHHHH!" she cried.
Rolling up her eyes, Linda saw Bart edging against her friend, also trying to fuck an asshole. Linda screamed into Tina's cunt, the vibrations of her shout sending the girl into spasms of delight. The blonde felt her friend's thighs clamp down hard against her cheeks, nearly suffocating her.
"Take it, bitch, take my cock!" Rico shouted. Linda screamed louder. She felt the ring of her asshole being driven up into her body. She felt a tearing, stretching pain. Then the pressure eased for a second. Breathing with some relief, flicking her tongue into Tina's quivering cunt, she stiffened for a moment, realizing Rico had taken advantage of her relaxation and had shoved his cock in again. "OHHHHHHH!" she groaned as his prick surged forward.
He was inside her. He was actually inside her asshole. The thought set her shivering. Linda cried, feeling the obscene slickness of his cock slip past her stretched asshole lips, easing down into her bowels, making her stomach buck and turn over. His legs pressed harder against hers while his grip tightened so much around her waist that she found it difficult to breathe.
"Yeah, suck that cunt, suck it good, baby," Rico said, peering over her shoulders and seeing Tina's legs folding over her head. At the other end he saw Bart sliding closer to Tina's ass. A grunt told the biker that his buddy was in as well. Sam was by himself, standing, jerking off while watching his buddies do what he wanted to do.
Linda was gasping, feeling the pain of Rico's ass-fucking reaching all parts of her body. He was fucking her steadily now, the sweat from his groin greasing down his prick, making his cock slide in easier. Slowly, surprisingly, the pain that had assailed her was gone, replaced by a hot, flashing kind of delight that stimulated her clit even more than Tina's flicking tongue. It was as if she were melting into a warm, buttery, sensuous mass, sandwiched in as she was between those wonderful, comforting, fucking bodies. She was sure her friend felt the same way.
Linda was getting close to climax, feeling her cunt going into spasms of delicious need. Her body spasmed. Her ass nerves responded wildly to Rico's ass-fucking, sending crazy signals to her clit while his fingers fanned out over her waist and pinched her brutally. He was grunting like a wild boar now, his body hammering against hers, the force of those fucking blows pushing her harder against her pussy-lapping friend. Bart fucked hard as well, the two men thus shoving the two women closer and harder together.
"Gonna make it!" Rico shouted.
The tempo of his ass-fucking cock increased. Linda squeezed her asshole tightly around his prick, trying to drag out more sensuous tingles across her nerves. She didn't care how much it hurt now or how perverted it was. All she knew was that her cunt walls were vibrating like a tightly drawn drum. Tina's tongue was working like a tickling feather, stroking and lapping her clit up to orgasm while Rico's cock reamed out her asshole. Just as the big man screamed that he was shooting, spraying her ass with his scalding cum, Tina cried out. It was enough to bring Linda off. Her soft thighs closed around Tina's head. Her cuntlips spread wide, then snapped shut. Her clit shook to its roots. Everything exploded, blew apart as wild spasms shook her. From her cunt, they swept back to her asshole, echoing back even stronger to her clit. All four of them came in a rush that nearly knocked them unconscious. Something hot and wet was spattering against her body. It was Sam's cum she found out later. He had jacked off, watching in frustration as the double couple fucked out their sexuality in front of him.
When it was over, Rico picked himself up, hitching up his jeans and tucking his shirt in. "Okay, man, okay," he said breathlessly, running his fingers through his long, black hair. "We got enough cunt now. Go look for Tony. You cunts get outta here. When you're ready for more, come on back."
Linda felt as if she couldn't walk. But the thought of leaving them now strengthened her. Tina was way ahead of the girl, having risen to her feet and shakily gathered her torn clothes together. Both young women dressed quickly, eyeing the men, waiting for the bikers to change their minds suddenly. Linda hoped they would keep their promise. Her body ached! She wished she could clean up somewhere as well. The cum still oozed down from her asshole, trickling down her legs to her ankles. While buckling on her sandals, the blonde teen reached down and felt the stick, oozy jizz with her fingertips. Shivering, Linda nervously glanced at Tina, blushing and lowering her eyes when she saw her friend doing the same thing. The wonder and horror of what had happened affected both young women. Footsteps on the stairs told everyone Tony had returned with his fuzzy-haired girlfriend.
"Well, enjoy yourselves?" the young woman slurred, giggling and smirking as the two girls staggered by and nearly tumbled down the stairs in their escape.
"I can't walk ... 1 really can't," Tina gasped, leaning against the doorway once they were out in the street.
"We've gotta get home. We have enough money for a cab. Come on, Tina, come on," she said, slipping one arm around her friend's waist and guiding her from the alleyway.
What a day this had been. Would she get home in time? And what about those men? Well, she and Tina would lie. Their parents didn't have to know a thing. This would be a night only she and her girlfriend would know about.
"Oh, there's a cab!" Linda gasped, straightening and raising a hand to flag it down.
As the taxi wheeled toward the curb, Linda wondered about her mother. Would she ever be able to tell her mother about this? Could her mother ever understand? No, of course not! How stupid could she be?
As Linda and her friend tumbled exhausted into the cab and gave directions to the driver, Linda nearly laughed out loud. No, Janice must never know, must never guess what horrors had happened to her daughter. After all, mother lived such a sheltered life!
