It's been said that every person has some dark passion within his soul-some hidden secret, desire, or whim that may never surface to be seen by even the closest confidante. Such a secret can be evil and sinister, or it may be trivial and trite.
In America, such passions are easily submerged and hidden by the complexities of everyday living. And often people are unaware of the dark passions which lie within themselves. Yet sometimes these passions are brought out where they cannot be ignored, and a person's life is changed.
Jill Marsten is pretty, intelligent, and soon to be wed. Yet she feels vaguely dissatisfied, and cannot understand why. It is only when she's raped and degraded by a sadistic man that she begins to understand herself and her true needs and desires.
LADY ON A LEASH-a shocking story about a young woman coming to grips with her true self. The story of a woman whose life is changed by one night of degrading passion.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Jill Marsten screamed as the ropes cut into her upturned tits like the teeth of a small animal. The man jerked the slack from the rough hemp, then tied a tight knot at her back. He jerked her legs forward so hard, her upper body crashed backward. Another piece of rope burned around her ankles.
"You . . . bastard!" she yelled, her outrage at last reaching full force. She tried to kick free. "Let me go, or I'll-"
"You'll what?" the man said, then leaned for- ward. He slapped her soundly across the face, causing her blonde hair to sweep over the carpet like a-silky waterfall. "Huh, baby? You'll fucking what?" He hit her again.
Through tears and the agony of pain, Jill looked up at her tormentor. How could she have thought when he walked into her pet shop just ten minutes ago that he was handsome? He was the Devil!
Some of her courage left her as she suddenly realized what might be in store for her. If his motive had been robbery, why had he taken all these elaborate precautions and stripped her naked?
"Look," she said, trying to force a timbre of reason in her voice, "just take what money there is and . . . and leave. Don't hurt me again."
"Money?" the man asked, grinning sadistically. "You think I want money?" He ran his fingers over her nude body, resting his palm against the corn-colored hairs of her pussy. "Baby, I don't want money," he cooed, his eyes dropping to where his hand lay. "I want some hot, oozing pussy."
Jill restrained from screaming. She'd read about things like this, and it was happening a lot more often lately, but not in pet stores. Sure, in convenience stores and fast-food places, where a fifty-or sixty-dollar haul was almost guaranteed, but not a pet store! She still refused to believe that his motive wasn't robbery.
She opened her mouth to scream out again. Perhaps that woman who ran the fabric shop next door was still there. A flood of pain engulfed her body. The man had jabbed his fingers savagely into the dry entrance of her cunt. Her yell became a splutter of helplessness.
"You're so pretty," he said, clamping his left hand over her mouth. "Don't make me ruin you, sweetheart."
The tone in his voice sent a chill up and down Jill's spine. The thoughts of robbery, even of rape, left her. She was now terrified that he might kill her. She felt her bowels loosen, her heart thunder in her throat. A tiny gasp burst from her lips.
"You're so pretty," he said again, his eyes moving over her body, his gaze caressing her like a gentle touch. His glance took in the wide, green eyes, the oval face, the halo of silky blonde hair about her head and shoulders. "You're gonna be good," he added, swallowing hard. "Maybe the best ..."
He removed his left hand and quickly crushed his mouth down on hers. As his probing tongue jabbed between her teeth and lapped at the roof of her mouth, Jill flinched again. Not from disgust. It was . . . almost enjoyable. His mouth was warm, smelled of beer and cigarettes. She became suddenly aware of his hulking size. That had been the first thing to attract her when he'd walked in the store. He was big and meaty, his muscles bulging with each movement. He was wearing an off-white turtleneck that hugged the sculptured angles of his chest, showed off his waspish waist to full advantage. His hips were narrow, but gave way to thick, column-like thighs. Well over six feet tall, he had been striking. Perfectly handsome with a shock of chocolate-brown hair and eyes of the same color. But the look in those eyes had startled her. There was no warmth when she'd smiled, asked him if she could help him.
Those dead eyes were just inches from hers. She struggled, feeling suddenly that this man was more an animal than any of the pets in her store. As she squirmed, his hands moved over her trapped body.
"Don't fight it, baby," he said, gasping into her mouth. "You know you want it as bad as I do. I saw the way you looked at me. Like you could fucking eat me. And I'm gonna give you that chance."
Jill's mind flooded with raw fear. And the pain! His hands were rough, nothing like how her boyfriend Larry touched her, and those ropes felt like boa constrictors, squeezing the life out of her.
She turned her head to one side and gave a long, rattling yell. At the same time, she bucked upward, throwing him off her body.
"All right, you little whore," the man said, grabbing her throat, choking off her scream, "I guess it's time I stuffed something in that little mOuth of yours."
Jill's eyes bulged under the pressure of his grasp. Then, to her amazement, he began fumbling with his belt. He slipped it through the loops, then wrapped it around her neck. After passing the end of it through the buckle, he yanked hard. The pressure was even harder than his fingers had been, cutting off her air and any further scream.
"I'll loosen it a little if you promise to shut the fuck up," the man said. "Because, baby, there's nothing you can do to stop me."
Jill's mind exploded with a million thoughts. Kick and scream. Sure, sure. How do you kick and scream when you have a belt around your neck, your hands and feet are tied, and you have two hundred pounds of solid muscle on top of you?
"Well?" he asked, pulling harder on his belt.
Jill quickly nodded her head up and down. Immediately, she felt the belt loosen and she gulped in air.
"Wha-what are you going to do?" she gasped, her voice shaking with fear.
"It's not what I'm going to do, baby, but what you're gonna do," the man said, again fumbling with his jeans.
Jill watched with mounting horror as he shucked out of his clothes. Undressed, he was even more muscular than she'd guessed. Without an ounce of fat, his frame was like statues she'd seen in books about Greek gods. Unlike the smooth marble, however, his flesh was dark, covered with short, dark-brown hairs. His cock jutted upward like an obscene snake.
At first, she thought her eyes must be playing tricks on her. No man could be that big! It was something you would see on a horse, for God's sake. As thick as her wrist and as long as her arm, it wasn't a penis . . . but an instrument of torture!
"No!" she gasped, her eyes locked on the purplish tip of his shaft. Whatever it was he planned on doing, she didn't want to be a part of it. "Please . . . God, no . . ."
He was suddenly on top of her, his knees bruising her armpits. He held his cock down at an angle. He rolled the end of his shaft over her gaping mouth.
"Suck on it, cocksucker," he said.
Jill shook her head, feeling the rumblings of vomit at the back of her throat. He smelled of sweat and dirt, dried piss and something acrid. A tiny, glistening drop of . . . something . . . had burned her lips as it oozed from his cum-hole. It tasted like acid.
"I said . . . suck me," he said, his voice cruel. "Because if you don't suck me, I'm just gonna w have to fuck that sweet little throat of yours. And, let me tell you, I'm not known to be the gentlest man alive."
Jill didn't doubt that fact for a moment. What could she do? Humiliate herself by opening her mouth and drawing that awful monster into her throat? Was that part of his game, to make her say that she . . . liked it? No, she wouldn't be a part of it.
The next couple of seconds proved that she had little choice in the matter.
"Okay, you asked for it," the man grunted. He leaned forward and heaved his full weight against her face. "Now . . . suck, bitch!" he growled.
Jill thought the back of her throat would tear out when the gigantic slab of cock drilled between her lips. And, when she thought he would take it out and let her breathe, he kept plunging forward. The meaty cockhead slammed between her tonsils, pressed against the muscles at the back of her throat, then sank down. A burning pain shot into her breasts.
"Aaaaghhhh," she spluttered, feeling his cock hairs scratch her nose and upper lip.
His balls throbbed, hanging over her chin. She gave another muffled groan, trying to pull away, yet she realized that it was pointless. She was simply no match for his brute, animal strength.
"Ahhh . . . that's fine," the man grunted, squirming his ass around. "Bet your pussy is just about as tight ..."
If his cock caused so much pain in her throat, Jill wondered with horror what it would feel like being thrust up her cunt. Probably tear her wide open, split her like a pod!
She could almost see it, grinding between her swollen, puckered pussy lips, inching farther toward the base of her spine. The thickness would stretch her cunt entrance, and then those hairy balls would crawl up the insides of her thighs, rest at the bottom of her ass crack. He would . . .
Jill's thoughts were interrupted by a flash of . . . pleasure! It welled inside her cunt, then seemed to radiate outward, finally clutching at her clit like a claw. She squirmed around, trying to fight the sensation, but as she moved, her loose folds of cunt flesh hugged her clit tighter, increased the ecstasy.
Her lips clamped around the root of his prick, her tongue began playing up and down the monstrous shaft.
"See," the man said. "I fucking knew you'd like it. Now suck on me. I've got some cum just begging to get eaten out."
Cum, Jill thought. God, no! That was just one thing she wouldn't do, even for Larry, even though they were going to get married in a few months. She would reluctantly go down on her fianc', but when she tasted the burning of his nearing climax, she would finish him off with her hand.
"Mmmffffff!" she screamed, trying now to spit his cock out. Her hands were working furiously, trying to slip from the tight bonds of rope.
"Hey, what's the matter?" the man laughed. "You don't like taking it in the mouth? Well, too fucking bad, baby, 'cause now you're gonna do it."
With that, he began humping savagely in and out of her throat, his hands behind her head. Each driving stroke of his prick was accompanied by a hard jerk of his hands, crushing her face fully against his crotch.
Jill couldn't believe this was happening. Just a few minutes ago, she had been feeding some baby gerbils with tiny bottles of milk, her mind on the day when she would have children, and of Larry.
Larry.
He was so safe, so comfortable, and that's what she always wanted in a man. So strong, yet gentle, and considered her needs above even his own. And perhaps their lovemaking hadn't been that exciting, but it had been adequate. After all, what girl could expect blinding flashes and bells and . . .
A spasm of hard pleasure shot into her cunt, making her scream out again. Her lips once more locked furiously onto the man's plunging cock shaft. The ecstasy began building, even though she fought it. A slippery, oozing sensation wet the in- sides of her thighs.
"That's . . . better," the man grunted, pumping his ass up and down, gouging his prick brutally into her throat. "Come on, cocksucker. Lick my dick. Chew on it. Suck on my cum like a sweet little girl . . ."
The man was so forceful, so hard and hairy. And his cock was so huge. The ropes cut into her flesh, sending waves of pain throughout her body. Never before had she been so aware of the physical side of herself. It was as if each nerve and every cell throbbed with distinct, tiny explosions. Her pussy walls tightened, oozing out a stream of juice.
"Mmmmffff!" she choked, lunging her head upward. Her nose dug into his wiry crotch hairs, her chin bumped his balls.
Her throat was ready, now begging for the cum her mind had refused just a few moments before. She wanted it! She wanted to know the taste, the feel of it bubbling into her stomach. It would be thick, greasy, like curdled milk, and it would burn over her fluttering membranes . . .
"Aaaghhhhhh!" she spluttered, twisting her head around, gobbling greedily on his pulsating cock.
"Shit ... yes, baby," the man grunted, plunging in and out of her mouth with his full strength. His ass was a blur, his fucking causing their bodies to smack together. "All the way in, whore. Suck me fucking dry. Any second and I'll blow your mouth full of hot cum!"
A massive convulsion of pure release hit the walls of Jill's pussy. At first, it was so fantastically powerful, it seemed painful, as if her insides had been doused with acid. Soon, however, she realized that she was experiencing real pleasure for the first time.
Heaving her body upward, she felt another spasm of ecstasy. This time, the release wasn't as quick, but just as intense. Her insides filled with heat, then seemed to burst, creating a vacuum. She suddenly wanted . . . craved his cock inside her pussy.
If only he would take his cock out of her mouth and plunge it in her pussy, then fuck her eyes out!
No, her throat seemed to say. I want it. I want that delicious juice pouring over me.
Another orgasm burst into her guts, freezing her body in a paroxysm of pure, raw pleasure. And then, when she was positive it couldn't get any better, it did. She felt his cockbase jerk with life, then she knew that his cum was boiling upward from his balls.
A couple of more seconds and she would taste and feel the power of his cumload.
"Unhhhh!" the man groaned, jabbing hard into her throat and squirming his ass around. "Suck . . . now, cocksucker!"
A massive spasm of his cock sent the first of his thundering globs of cum into her throat. The pulsating juices seemed to explode, sending a shower of molten fluid upward, where it boiled behind her nose. Seconds later, as more of his greasy globs of jism shot into her throat, twin streams of cum burned from both her nostrils.
"Lick it, bitch," the man said, crawling over her upper body, stabbing his spewing cock savagely into her throat. "Eat it and suck me off . . . every goddamned drop. Suck it to your . . . cum-sucking brains!"
Jill didn't think it was possible for a man to have so much cum. When she thought he surely must be finished-her throat and mouth were churning, overflowing-he thrust in even more! Soon, thick wads crawled across her cheeks, wet the hollow of her throat. And still he kept fucking in more!
"Mmmffffff!" she screamed, feeling her pussy expand, then explode with the most delicious orgasm she could imagine. The heat from her cunt seemed to shoot upward, meeting the cum as it boiled into her stomach. She bucked and writhed, clawed at the ropes at her wrists. This time, however, it was to jerk them free in order to grip that tight, furry ass and grind his crotch even harder against her face. She yelled out again, her voice a hungry muffle.
"All of it . . . cum-sucker," the man said, final- ly punching in the last wad of cum. He squirmed over her face, then went limp, crushing his full weight on her. "Ahhh . . . shit . . . yes," he groaned, his chest heaving with satisfaction.
As Jill lay beneath him, she found it almost impossible to believe what had happened. She had reacted violently to what he had done, and she had . . . begged for it! She felt a wave of humiliation sweep around her like a damp fog.
It was almost as if she had been unfaithful to Larry, to herself. And what would happen when she reported this to the police?
"Well, yes, I did have a climax," she would say. "Several in fact. And I loved the feel, the taste of his cum as it boiled down my throat? What was that? Oh, yes, I tried to free myself, because, you see, I wanted to jab my fingernails into his muscular ass and shove him harder against my face."
Jesus!
She felt betrayed. How could she ever look herself in the mirror again? Knowing that she had . . . wanted him to do it. No, needed him to do it!
"Well, that was okay for starters," the man said, rolling away. He reached over and grabbed a cigarette. After blowing a thick cloud of blue smoke, he turned and gave Jill a wide grin. "You about ready for round two?"
Jill ran her tongue over her lips, still savoring the rich flavor of his cooling cum. He wasn't finished? Surely after all that jism, he'd be dry!
"What do you mean?" she asked, fearing the worst.
"I like to give my ladies a choice," the man chuckled. "Your pussy or your asshole," he added, running his fingers over her stomach.
"My . . . asshole?" Jill gasped. Surely he didn't mean to . . . "No!" she said, her eyes wide with terror.
"Then I guess I'll have to make the choice for you," he grinned, crushing out the cigarette in the carpet.
Jill felt as if she had descended into hell with the Devil himself.
CHAPTER TWO
"What's your . . . name?" Jill asked quickly, trying to think of something-anything-to postpone the inevitable.
The man gave her a curious grin, then answered, "Tony. Why?"
Quite frankly, she didn't know why she asked. She wanted to erase everything-even the memory of him from her mind. Instantly she regretted having asked. It somehow made him more human.
"I'm . . . Jill," she said, feeling as if she were at some idiotic, perverted tea. "Jill Marsten."
"I know," he said. "I've been watching you."
"Watching me?" she asked, feeling frightened again. Had he watched her open the store? Followed her to the bank? To her apartment?
"Yeah," he said. "You were walking out of here one night, and I just couldn't believe you could be the tight-assed bitch you seemed. Had that sweet little nose in the air, and walking like your panties were pulling air."
Jill jerked involuntarily. Some of the guys in high school had called her the Frost Queen. But they were animals, just like him. Just because she didn't let everything with a cock between his legs paw her. And besides, she had met Larry. Sensitive, sweet Larry. He played the piano beautifully and was so . . . nice and undemanding.
She suddenly remembered nightmares, even after she had gone all the way with Larry. She was in a large room that smelled of sweat and naked bodies. And men-their cocks rigid-would grab her, throw her to the cold, bare floor and . . .
She would wake up, her pussy stinging with pleasure. Then the guilt would flood over her. Her roommate had good-naturedly kidded her that the reason she ran a pet store was to fulfill those dreams, that she was, down deep, an animal herself. Jill hadn't quite gotten the joke, but had laughed anyway.
Cindy, her roommate, would have gone along with what happened tonight, even enjoyed it, asked for more. God, the sounds that came from that girl's bedroom! Slaps and screams and moans, while she and Larry quietly made love in the next room.
"Please untie me," Jill said when she felt his fingers inch toward her cunt. "I ... I promise I won't tell anyone."
Tony laughed, then jabbed his fingers savagely into her oozing pussy entrance.
"Who gives a fuck?" he asked. "And who says you're gonna be in any condition to talk, anyway?"
New fear clawed at Jill. Maybe he was one of those awful men who raped a woman then ... she didn't want to think about it.
"Just roll you over," Tony said, pushing her to her side. "Gotta get a better angle at that sweet shitter of yours."
Jill thought her mind would explode. Surely he couldn't even consider sticking that horrible monster up her . . . asshole! Why, it would kill her!
"Ever been fucked in the ass?" Tony asked, removing the ropes from her ankles. "Something tells me you haven't."
"No," Jill admitted, feeling her heart pound in her chest. "Please ... I can't take it. You'll tear me wide open ..."
"I doubt that," Tony said. "You're probably gonna love it."
Before Jill could react, Tony jerked her legs upward. He then attached ropes to her knees, then tied them around her neck. As he pulled on the slack rope, Jill felt a spasm of pain jolt into the insides of her thighs.
"Ouch!" she screamed. "It ... it hurts!"
"This ain't nothing compared to what's gonna happen later," Tony said, kneeling between her legs and leaning forward. "Oh, baby, you're in for a picnic tonight, let me tell you."
"Oh . . . God . . . please . . . God, don't," she moaned, feeling the rough rope cut off her air. The ropes were so tight, so harsh against her tender flesh.
"Sweet fucking Jesus," Tony said, nuzzling his cockhead into the crack of her ass. "This is gonna be the wildest ride I ever had."
When Jill felt the tip of his prick jab against her shithole, it seemed as large as a fist. He would never get his cock in there without splitting her ass wide open. So this is how she was going to die. Bleeding from her ass, her guts fucked apart, tied up. Tears stung her cheeks.
"Just relax, baby," Tony said, spreading her ass cheeks as he kissed the back of her neck. "It's gonna be so .. . good, for both of us."
Jill was trying to find a way to keep him from doing this. Perhaps she could reason with him. Offer him money. She had a bank card to the all-night teller, she could offer to take him there and . . .
"Godddddd!" she screamed, bucking with agony.
Sweat beaded her upper lip, her forehead. A massive spasm of cold pain stabbed her asshole. She inhaled quickly, spat out another shriek of anguish.
Her shitter opening began stretching, pulling around his cockhead like a woman giving birth to a large baby. The membranes tightened, began throbbing, ready to tear.
"Mmmmmmm, you're so . . . tight and hot," Tony grunted, pausing for a moment. He took a deep breath, then gouged in about two inches of his shaft. He held himself there for a few seconds, withdrew slightly, then hammered forward. "Ahhhhhh . . . fuck!"
Jill thought her eyes would pop out of her head. She never knew such pain existed. And it seemed a horrible eternity before the wiry hairs of his crotch touched the crack of her ass. What made it worse was he got bigger as the root of his shaft moved forward.
"Ohhhhhh," she gasped, hardly able to scream. It was as if her guts were shoved up, squeezing around her lungs.
"It's all in, sweetheart," Tony murmured, baring his teeth. He scraped them over her shoulders, nipped at the back of her neck. "Every . . . fucking hard inch. Like it?"
Like it! He must be totally insane. How would he like to have a baseball bat shoved up his ass? Christ, it felt like his prick was two feet long, and as big around as her ankle. If he were one fraction of an inch bigger, she thought, her guts would explode.
She felt him move his prick out, slowly, carefully. As the pulsating cockhead retreated, her insides were soothed with delicious warmth, relief. She moaned not so much from pleasure, but withdrawal of agony.
His cockhead throbbed at her stretched opening, then slowly made its way back inside, sliding into her ass like some exploring snake.
"No . . . God, no!" she gasped, waiting for that same convulsion of raw pain. When he'd made full entry again, it hurt, but oddly enough, not as much as before. Or perhaps she was just getting numb. She exhaled loudly, gingerly moved her ass around.
"Now get ready for a good fucking, baby," Tony said. "I'm gonna fuck your sweet little shitter into a million fucking pieces."
"No . . . No!" Jill cried out. "Do it slow. You'll kill me!"
"Okay," Tony said, "always like to oblige ladies."
With that, he began thrusting in and out with slow, careful moves, his ass bobbing up and down rhythmically. Then, like a well-oiled piston machine, he maintained his fucking for several long moments.
Jill hated to admit it, but the pain was lessening. Somehow, if it hurt, she would be vindicated, not feel so guilty. Because of his expert moves, she felt her insides relaxing, sliding over the rubbery texture of his shaft.
It wasn't half bad, at that.
A sudden tingle . . . something caused her cunt muscles to flutter. She felt her pussy walls ooze with a dampness that soaked into her blonde pussy hairs.
In and out, in and out. His thick cockhead glided through her slippery membranes. And his hard, muscular body engulfed her, his warm breath on her neck. Not only was she wrapped in masculinity, she was becoming a part of it, like a second skin over his prick.
"Fuck me," she heard a voice say, then flinched when she realized she'd uttered the words. "Oh . . . fuck me! Do it . . . faster I Mmmm! Shove it all the way in!"
It had happened again! But this time, she had begged for it ... . out loud. Her eyes closed with shame, and she bit her tongue until she tasted blood. No, she wouldn't say anything else. She would suffer. She had to suffer!
"Take it, baby," Tony said, punching harder into her shitter. His stomach was slapping her ass cheeks noisily. "Screw my big, hard prick with your ass!"
Jill's pleasure increased with each stab of his throbbing cock. She tried desperately to keep from crying out, but her mind seemed to explode. She was reacting now with just her body.
"Yes, yes, yes," she moaned, rocking from side to side, gently lifting her ass. "Just . . . like that. Fuck me good, you bull stud. Ram it all the way in! As hard ... as fast as you can!"
Tony grasped her shoulders with his large hands and planted his knees firmly in the carpet. He then began banging wildly, savagely into her shitter, his muscles flexing as his pleasure increased.
"See, baby?" he moaned, kissing into her silky, blond hair. "You like cock up your ass, don't you?"
Jill's world had turned upside down. How could she possibly enjoy this torture, this horrible humiliation? Being tied up, fucked unmercifully in the ass by this monster?
Her pussy twitched, puckered, bathed her throbbing clit with Qozing, scalding fluid that streamed from the insides of her canal.
"I ... I love it," she gasped, jerking her body upward, her ass sucking in the full length of his prick. "God, I've never had anything like this. Mmmmm, fuck it to me, you bastard! Shove that big, beautiful cock in me and blow my ass full of hot cum!"
Her words inflamed the man with passion. He began hammering into her shitter with full force. And as his prick grew rock-hard, ready to spit out jism, he moved his hands under her body and grasped her tits.
"Take it, you whore!" he groaned, feeling his balls surge with warmth. His cumload squeezed into the root of his prick, stabbed in the middle of the constricted, circular muscle. "Shit . . . any fucking second . . . and ..."
"Give it to me!" Jill screamed out. The raw itch in her asshole was unbearable, and something told her that nothing could relieve that twitching but a thick load of creamy cum. "Now," she pleaded, her body tightening under his savage assault. "God ... I ... I need it! I . . . I . . . Aieeee!"
As a thundering wave of climax tore into her guts, she felt as if the top of her head would blow off. Then, as her ecstasy culminated, sending showers of relief into every corner of her being, she felt his cock balloon, then jerk with spasms. Instantly, the first of his cumload splattered into her guts.
"Unhhhhhh!" Tony growled, withdrawing quickly, then plowing back inside. "Screw it, you cocksucking slut! Take my cock . . . here! Unh . . . fuck . . . here! Here!"
Jill was lost in oblivious pleasure. And although it was hard to believe, the sensations were even better than when he'd blown his load in her throat. She experienced one climax after another, the rippling spasms tearing back and forth from her shitter to her pussy. Then she fell limp from exhaustion.
"All of it!" Tony grunted in her ear. "Goddamn you, cocksucker, screw every fucking drop in and suck it up to your brains!"
While he thundered his cock in and out for several more long moments, Jill felt his cum slosh around his prick, then melt from the entrance. It was the most fantastic sensation she could imagine, leaving her dull with relief.
"Yes," she groaned, her eyes fluttering closed.
Tony, at last, planted his full weight against her ass, then he stopped all movement. His chest was heaving, his breathing labored and uneven.
"Yes," he said some moments later, "even better than I thought it would be. Christ, I can't wait to get at that pussy of yours ..."
His words brought Jill back to reality. He had made her suck him off, and then he'd fucked her in the ass. In a way, she still hadn't been violated.
After all, when she thought of rape, she thought of a cock stabbing into a pussy. It was almost as if she'd been given another chance. She had to talk him out of this madness.
"Please . . . God!" she begged, turning her face slightly and looking into his eyes. They were no longer cold, but warm, almost vulnerable. "I . . . I promise I won't tell anyone ..."
"I don't believe you," the man said, jerking away from her body. "You're a chrome-plated bitch, you know that?"
Before Jill could say anything else, he had jerked her body over. The back of her head hit the carpet with a dull thud. He immediately knelt between her legs and grasped his cum-smeared cock with his right hand. He aimed the tip of it toward her swollen, oozing cunt entrance.
Suddenly, he released his prick, letting it flop upward, smacking against his stomach. He grinned sadistically, his eyes on hers.
"Don't want me to fuck you?" he asked.
Jill shook her head, her eyes wide with fear. She felt her throat tighten.
"Then I'll just kiss your pussy a little," the man said, lowering his face to the damp patch of her cunt hair.
Jill thought her mind would snap. Was there no end to this horror? He was now going to . . . stick his tongue in her pussy!
A sweet warmth melted around her clit as his lips locked around her opening. Then that tongue. Swirling deeply inside like a snake. His teeth scraped over her clit, sending tingles of pleasure through her cunt. She felt her spine jerk, her back arch.
"Don't," she gasped. "Please . . . don't!"
"Want me to fuck you now?" Tony murmured into her hole. "Hmmmm, baby? You just tell me when."
While she shook her head and bucked, he treated her pussy to a tender eating. He placed his thumbs to the sides of her entrance and pulled back the loose folds of pussy flesh. After peering into the pink, frothy mass of flesh, he chewed up and down her clit.
"No, no, no," she said, more to herself than to what he was doing. Her body was betraying her again, filling with sucking warmth. And his tongue was like a soft, yielding cock, probing deliciously over her fluttering membranes. "I . . . I . . . can't stand this ..."
"Just tell me when you want me to fuck you," Tony said, licking more hungrily into her pussy.
Jill thought her mind would explode. What kind of horrible power did he have over women? A sudden thought hit her. Perhaps it wasn't him, but herself. Had she been wanting something like this all her life? Had she acted in such a way so that someone would . . . take her? Use her? Ridiculous!
How could any woman enjoy being tied up like a pig, having her throat and asshole stabbed full of cum from an animal-like savage? And then to have her pussy worked on with . . . with ...
"Your . . . tongue," she gasped, jerking almost to a sitting position. "Fuck me with it. God, ram it to me . . . fuck me ..."
While her pussy muscles locked themselves around his tongue, she felt the beginnings of a fantastic climax. The pleasure built with lightning speed, then flooded her insides. It was wonderful, but somehow empty, leaving her pussy feeling like a vacuum. Like it needed to be filled with . . .
"Cock!" she screamed, writhing under the power of another flash of climax. "Stick me with your hot cock! Fuck me, you bastard!"
Tony acted as if he hadn't heard her, continuing, instead, to lap happily in and out of her pussy.
Jill fell back and closed her eyes, thrusting her hips upward. It was almost there, almost. Just a little more deeply, a little harder. She squirmed around, sucking, pulling him harder into her cunt. Almost, but not quite . . .
"Want me to fuck you now?" Tony said, his voice vibrating inside her pussy.
"Yes . . . God, yes!" Jill screamed out. "Shove your prick in me and fuck my pussy!"
"Beg me," Tony grunted, licking through the silky mesh of her cunt hair. "Tell me how much you love it. How much you want me inside you."
"Give it to me," Jill panted. "I . . . I'm on fire! If I don't get your cock, I'm going to go crazy!"
She felt his warm mouth kiss upward, over her stomach, then between her tits. He lapped to the sides, rolling her pink nipples into his mouth, then bit into the soft flesh. His cock, throbbing, inched up her thighs, deliciously close to her pussy entrance.
"Fuck me," Jill groaned, her back arching, her pussy drawing air. "Goddamn you, screw me . . . now!"
She didn't care if she were being humiliated. Nothing mattered but the fucking he would give her. His prick would mold into her guts, spit out thick globs of cum.
His mouth was on hers, his hips lowering to hers. Jill closed her eyes as she licked at his probing tongue. She felt like a virgin again, waiting for her first cock.
His cockhead nudged into her damp pussy hairs.
CHAPTER THREE
There had never been a time before when Jill had said to herself: "I am about to get fucked." Not until now. And something told her that Tony was going to fuck her until she stayed fucked.
She was about to scream out, beg him to stop, but her words locked in her throat. Why? For shit's sake, a voice seemed to say, why fight it? Have you ever had such pleasure with that nobody, Larry?
You've got yourself a real man. And he's gonna give you a real fucking!
Tony's cock split her pussy lips wide, then sank slowly inside, nudging her fluttering walls apart.
"Ohhh . . . fuck me," she gasped, finally admitting to herself what she wanted. "Screw that big, hard cock in me and blow my pussy full of hot cum."
"God . . . you're tight," Tony said, thrusting in more of his prick. Her insides hugged his meat like a warm, greasy glove, drawing him farther inside. "Jesus, I haven't had a pussy like this since I was fourteen."
Jill suddenly wondered about this man, what made him do what he did. Certainly he was attractive enough without having to rape anyone. And how many times had he done this sort of thing? Had there been twenty, fifty women squirming beneath him, gasping with delight?
"All the way up your . . . cunt, baby," he said, squeezing the hairy root of his cock between her pussy lips. He held himself there for a few long moments, grinding his ass around, then slowly withdrew. When only his cockhead remained inside her snatch, he took a deep breath and slammed back inside. "Ohhh . . . fucking shit!" he gasped, embracing her tightly.
Jill felt perfect. Wrapped in his hard, muscular body, with his enormous cock stabbing into her guts, she felt like a total woman for the first time in her life. The tip of his cock explored areas no other prick had reached. She felt a surge of pleasure, unlike anything she'd ever experienced.
Tony withdrew his prick again, then lunged back inside her body. His move was so violent, so quick, his balls slapped the bottom of her crack noisily. He kissed from her mouth to the hollow of her throat.
"God, baby, this is ... so fine," he moaned. His hands were kneading her soft, yielding flesh, his mouth moving toward her upturned tits. "Sweet tits and hot pussy to fuck . . ."
He locked his lips around her right tit and sucked in her pink, rubbery nipple. He then bared his teeth and sank them into the delicate flesh, savoring the perfumed flavor of her body. He felt his loins burn, throb with nearing climax.
"Faster . . . harder!" Jill begged, writhing beneath him. His prick seemed twice as big as when he'd drilled her asshole, totally filling her guts. It made her alive with ecstasy. "Give . . . give it to me . . . make it hurt, you bastard!" she added, flinching under his tit-chewing.
While Tony lapped back and forth over her tits, he began hammering savagely in and out of her cunt. Each stroke came faster than the last, until finally, his ass was a hairy, fleshy blur. Their bodies smacked together noisily, their moans filled the alcove in the back of the shop.
"Let ... let me on top," Jill groaned suddenly.
She wanted some control also, wanted to feel his cock drive upward as her pussy jerked downward. "Come on . . . please ..."
Tony rolled to his back and gently pushed her up to a sitting position. With the ropes still attached to her knees and neck, she was in a squatting position, but with her feet free, she had a good deal of leverage.
"Get after it," he said, squeezing her flopping breasts. "Ride my cock like a horse, baby."
Jill planted her feet near his hips and began working her ass up and down. When his cockhead pulsated just inside her snatch, she took a deep breath and slammed down hard. When her cunt opening fluttered into his crotch hairs, she twisted her body around, then slowly lifted herself, repeating the motion.
"God, you're big!" she cried out, feeling a delicious mixture of hot pain and pleasure as his prick gouged into her guts like a cattle prod. "Big and hard and juicy and . . . and . . . fuck me, you bull stud!"
Tony worked his body with her, lunging upward each time she thrust her ass downward. When their bodies molded together, slapping noisily, they both gave loud grunts of total pleasure.
"Take it, you cum-sucking whore!" Tony cried out, his handsome features contorting with delicious anguish. "All the way ... up here, bitch! Unhhhh ... up here!"
Jill felt as if she'd crossed over into another time dimension, back to the days of the caveman, when fucking was animal-like and savage. She no longer cared about being used, being humiliated. Nothing mattered but his monstrous prick and the way it blasted into her pussy.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she panted, her slippery cunt throbbing, ready to explode. Just three, two more strokes and . . . and . . .
She gave a long, spluttering cry of release as her orgasm burst wildly around his pulsating cock. She slammed down and leaned slightly forward, then heaved back up. Her climax peaked violently. Again she screamed, thrusting her body back down on his.
"Aieeeeee!" she wailed, now feeling his cock root jerk with a massive load of hot jism. "Fuck! Fuck meeee!"
Tony held back as long as he could, but when her pussy climaxed, it was as if his cum-load was yanked from his nuts. When his cockhead began spewing his boiling cream into her guts, the pleasure was so intense, it bordered pain.
"Suck it in your cunt, you slut," he grunted, half-sitting. He gobbled down on her tits, pulling them away from her body with his bared teeth. "Shit . . . yes . . . unh . . . fuck me, ride my cock dry
When the bulk of his thick load shot into her pussy, Jill thought she would faint from the enormous pleasure. The room seemed to spin, grow dark. Finally, from sheer exhaustion, she fell forward and squirmed her ass around. Every muscle in her body ached and throbbed, and her insides were a caldron of swirling heat.
"Keep . . . fucking," Tony grunted, placing his hands on her hips and jabbing her down hard on his still-spewing cock. "Take every drop up your hot cunt, baby."
When the last of his molten juices seared into her insides, he fell back, gasping for air. He lapped the tip of his tongue against the side of her neck, then he bit into the flesh until she cried out with pain.
"Ohhhhh . . . that . . . hurts," Jill moaned. "Mmmmm, it hurts so . . . good ..."
She was dizzy, as if someone had hit her on the head with a brick. And although rational thoughts about what had happened crept into her mind, she dismissed them. Her spent pleasures were worth any price, any pain she would have to bear in the future.
"What now?" she asked, still afraid of what he might do, but caring less. "You going to untie me now and . . . and let me go?"
For some reason, she hoped his answer would be no.
"I don't know what I'm going to do with you,"
Tony said, gently pushing her off and looking into her green eyes. "You didn't act anything like I thought you would. I mean, toward the end."
As he looked at her with those cold, brown eyes, Jill felt a shiver of shame. And she hated to admit it, but she liked him. Liked him a lot. It was obvious, however, from his look, that he considered her nothing more than a piece of meat.
He suddenly got up and began dressing, almost as if he were alone, hardly even glancing at her. She watched with confusion written on her face. Was that it? Wham, bam, thank you, ma'am?
"You're . . . leaving?" she asked, when he was dressed.
He gave her a grin and looked at her with cold eyes. He nodded his head just slightly.
Less than thirty seconds later, she was alone in the pet store.
When she was sure he wasn't going to return, she crawled over to the phone. It was an almost impossible task, but she managed to pull the instrument down to the floor and behind her. It took her several moments to decide just who to call. The police? Larry?
The only person who might understand would be her roommate. She dialed the number, although it took her several tries. When Cindy answered, Jill quickly lay on her side and spoke into the receiver.
"Cindy, it's Jill," she gasped into the mouthpiece. "Get over here right away."
"Gee, honey, I'm right in the middle of ... "
Jill could hear a man's chuckling voice in the background.
"I've . . . I've been robbed and I'm tied up!" Jill snapped. "Now get over here." She listened to Cindy's stunned silence for a couple of seconds, then added, "And don't call the police, okay?"
"I'll be right there," Cindy said.
Jill rolled to her back and prepared to wait for her roommate to come and untie her. A wet patch of cooling cum near her elbow caught her eye, however. Without thinking, she struggled under the bonds and crawled over. She lowered her face to the milky pool and darted the tip of her tongue into the juice. An electric-like jolt of pleasure constricted the back of her throat.
"Mmmmmmm," she gurgled, lapping the fluid into her mouth and swallowing it.
After savoring the acrid flavor, she pressed the side of her face against the damp residue.
"Am I going . . . crazy?" she asked aloud.
Her pussy began fluttering again, causing her to writhe with empty pleasure. She closed her eyes and tried to remember each detail of what had happened. A few moments later, her insides throbbed with an unbearable ache. t t t
"My God!" Cindy gasped, looking down at Jill. "Are you hurt?"
She dropped to her knees and held Jill in her arms. Oddly enough, Cindy began crying, as if she had suddenly absorbed any pain Jill might have experienced.
"Who did this to you?" she finally asked, wiping tears from her eyes. "My God, Jill, your wrists are bleeding and your knees ..."
"He came in and . . . made me suck him off, and then he took me. Fucked me in the ass, and stuck that monster cock up my pussy and ..."
Cindy let her eyes trail over her roommate's body, her jaw dropping. Jill's rose-colored nipples were bruised, like some tiny animal had chewed on them. Streams of cum glistened in the damp patch of her blonde cunt hair. Drying scales of powder-like patches clung to the insides of her thighs, her stomach.
Neither woman could have guessed what happened next in a million years. One moment they were looking at each other, the next, their lips were parted, their tongues flickering together like mating snakes. Cindy fell against Jill's body and ran her fingers over her friend's nude body. Her right hand finally cupped the furry, slick opening of Jill's pussy.
"Lick my cunt out," Jill murmured, saying the words as if by rote. She still hadn't realized what was happening, merely reacting to body chemistry.
Still kissing Jill, Cindy tore at her own clothing until she, too, was naked. She crushed Jill's body and rubbed her throbbing cunt against her roommate's legs.
"Ohhhh, Jill, you poor baby," she moaned. "He . . . hurt you ... I ... I want to make it better."
Jill reacted violently to what her friend was doing. It was almost as if she were suddenly aware of another woman's body for the first time in her life. The soft contours and the delicate angles inflamed her with hunger, almost as intense as when Tony had fucked her.
Cindy ran her mouth over Jill's face, covering her with kisses. A few seconds later, with her chest heaving excitedly, she nibbled into the hollow of her friend's throat. She could feel Jill's pulse beat against her lips, the throbbing sensations coming more quickly.
"Lick me . . . eat me," Jill murmured, looking at her friend with a glazed expression. "Do it to me, Cindy ..."
While Cindy moved her mouth downward, touching her lips to Jill's breasts, Jill let her eyes move over her friend's body.
Cindy was perfectly formed, a little shorter than most, but still beautiful. A shock of curly, orange-red hair haloed her oval face. Her eyes were the color of robin's eggs, her lips a pale pink. Her ripened tits were tipped with coral-colored nipples. Her waist was tiny, then gave way to rounded, firm hips. Her legs were well-shaped, delicately curved. Between them lay a glorious patch of copper-colored, silky hair.
Just looking at Cindy made Jill's throat ache. It was like when she sucked Tony's cock, but not as intense. And then she realized that she wanted to move her mouth into that satiny bush of pussy hair and taste her friend's body.
"Eat me," Jill gasped, throwing her head forward, her features contorted by hungry lust. "Fuck your tongue in my cunt and suck out Tony's cum ... "
Cindy jerked suddenly, thinking about what she was doing. Part of her told her she must be going crazy. She'd never even thought about doing this with another woman. Christ, she could barely get her fill of men! Another part of her was like a magnet, drawing her closer to Jill.
"Cum?" Cindy murmured, kissing from Jill's breasts to the satiny texture of her stomach. As her chin brushed into the cream-splattered hairs of Jill's cunt, Cindy felt her pussy throb with nearing release. "Lick . . . cum out of a . . . pussy," she moaned, brushing her lips over the soft, delicate mound.
As her friend lapped into her crotch, sucking out the wads of cum, Jill felt her insides burst with pleasure. God, how wonderful it would be to suck out jism from a hot, churning pussy! Her throat muscles constricted, ached with greed.
"Let me have . . . yours," Jill gasped, struggling to a sitting position. "Let's eat . . . lick together."
"Not yet," Cindy said passionately. Nothing would move her from this position. Jill's pussy tasted delicious, warm and creamy. And when she probed her tongue inside, it was gently caressed, sucked by Jill's fluttering muscles. "Mmmmm, I . . . love this," Cindy murmured, her eyes closed.
Jill's pussy felt like it was scalding hot, almost as hot as when Tony had rammed his cock in there. She began jerking and writhing as if in pain, thrusting her hips up and down. Her pleasures built.
"Faster!" Jill cried out, thinking again of Tony's" hard, hammering cock. "Fuck it to me! God, shove it in and screw me with your tongue,-Cindy."
Cindy began working on Jill's pussy for all she was worth, her gasps of pleasure lost in the throbbing masses of cream-coated muscle. Then, within a matter of seconds, her own cunt burst with pleasure.
"Aaaghhhhh," Cindy cried out, locking her mouth firmly around her roommate's cunt and jabbing her tongue inside. She screamed again when another crash of climax tore into her guts.
Jill couldn't take the agony any longer. She began squirming around, trying to push her friend to her back.
"I want it!" she demanded. "Let me suck your cunt too, Cindy!"
Slowly, Cindy positioned herself, moving her head toward Jill's feet. She then threw her legs over her friend's body and lowered her cunt down on Jill's waiting mouth. Instantly, she felt a searing pressure as Jill thrust her tongue upward. Cindy climaxed immediately, crushing her body down hard, squirming her ass around.
Both women licked and sucked as if their very lives depended on it. Finally, they gave a last jerk as their ecstasy culminated, leaving them exhausted, gasping into each other's cunts.
When it was over, and they realized what had happened, they both finished with embarrassment, afraid to look at each other when Cindy pulled away and untied Jill.
"I ... I don't know what happened to me," Cindy finally said. "It was just seeing you there, all tied up and . . . helpless and ..."
"I know," Jill said, her heart still beating with excitement. Jill was about to say something else, but thought better of it.
They dressed in silence, then looked at each other. Suddenly, they both burst out laughing.
"God, you think we're queer?" Cindy said.
"Maybe a little," Jill admitted, again looking at her roommate's ripened body. "But to be honest, I was thinking a whole lot about cock while we were doing it."
"Me, too," Cindy said. Then her attitude changed. "What happened?" she exclaimed, looking down at the ropes. "Did he rob you?"
"No ... he didn't," Jill said, almost disappointed. "He ... he just came in here and tied me up and . . . and . . ."
"Are you going to the police?" Cindy asked.
"Yes," Jill said, but she knew it would be for a different reason than her friend thought. She didn't want to turn the man in or press charges, but she did want to find him. "Yes," she said again.
CHAPTER FOUR
After she had cleaned herself up, Jill went over to Larry's apartment. While in the shower, she had had time to think about what had happened. It now seemed unreal, like a dream. Refreshed and given time to reconsider, she decided not to try to find Tony after all. She was more her old self, although somewhat shattered from the experience.
"Hi, babe," Larry said, opening the door and taking her in his arms. "You ready to go?" he added, grabbing his coat.
"Let's just stay here tonight," Jill said. "Do you mind? I've had a rather . . . difficult day."
"Oh, wow," Larry said. "These reservations were hard to get."
Ordinarily, Jill would have given in, but not tonight. She just didn't feel like going to one of those senior recital concerts Larry always dragged her to, followed by a rather heavy French meal. There was always too much chatter and too many people around. Before, she bore it stoically, but now she saw the evenings as rather phony.
As head of the department of music at the university, Larry seemed to be forever entertaining or being entertained. And now that she looked at it in a different light, all the men looked as if they'd be a lot happier seeking out a piece of ass rather than counterpoint in a Mozart sonata. The women looked like a real honest-injun fuck just might defrost them a little.
Yet, she had been one of those women herself.
"What do you want to do?" he asked, his irritation obvious, although he put his coat down and closed the door.
"Couldn't we just stay here and . . . fuck all night?" she asked, a playful smile on her lips.
"What's come over you?" Larry gasped, taking a step backward.
Jill didn't dare tell him. He'd probably shit down both legs.
"Come on, be a sport," she said, embracing him and squirming her ass around. "Don't you want me?"
"Well . . . yes," Larry said, stammering. He'd never seen that glint in her eyes before. She looked, well, dangerous. He gave a self-conscious chuckle and cleared his throat. "Uh . . . you want a drink or . . . something?"
"Mmmmm, just you," Jill said, running her hands down his sides, letting her palms rest against the bulge of his crotch.
He was attractive, she had to admit, but in a young Abe Lincoln sort of way. Tall and slim, his body was tight, like a coiled spring. His hair was coal-black, framing a triangular face. His eyes were dark blue. He was one of those men who looked a lot better dressed than undressed, as his frame was pitifully thin.
How was it she had at one time thought him demanding in bed? She almost laughed thinking about it.
"I'll suck out your cum," she said, nuzzling her face against his shoulder. "You've always wanted me to do that, haven't you?"
"Are . . . have you gone crazy?" Larry gasped. Jill had always seemed so cool, so efficient. And now she was talking like a . . . whore.
"Mmmmm? Crazy?" she whispered, slowly dropping to her knees before him. "No, but maybe a little . . . nuts," she added, running her fingers over his stiffening mound of cock.
Larry was stunned, unable to move. He merely watched, fascinated, as she unzipped him, then grabbed for his cock. Immediately, she engulfed the tip of it with her warm, searching mouth.
"Jill?" he grunted finally, his eyes widening. He hardly recognized her. Could she be drunk? "Wha -what are you doing?"
"Hmmmm, and you're supposed to be so smart," Jill murmured, rolling her tongue over the rubbery texture of his expanding cock. "Why, I'm licking this sweet prick of yours, baby."
She then gobbled forward and took the entire slab of his cock into her throat. As his prick ballooned, became rock-hard, she lapped her tongue over the slippery surface. Her nose was buried in his wiry crotch hairs.
He does have a nice prick, she thought. Long and hard and tasty. Maybe it wasn't the biggest in the world, but cock was cock.
"Want to get in bed?" Larry finally managed to sputter out.
Jill pulled her head back, letting his prick flop upward. She then kissed between his balls, swirled her tongue over the hairy surfaces. She gulped one ball inside her mouth, then the other. After bathing them, she spit them out and kissed into his crotch hairs.
"I'm fine," she whispered. "Just put your hands behind my head and hang on. I'm gonna blow you to kingdom come."
Cautiously, Larry did as she asked, placing his hands behind her head. He pressed her forward and thrust out his hips at the same time.
"Ohhhh . . . this is nice," he grunted, still confused, but loving the delicious pressure inside his balls.
Jill licked back to the tip of his prick and gulped the thick shaft into her throat. As her lips pursed tightly around the root, she began twisting her head around. His cockhead was throbbing in her mouth, and already she could taste the flavor of his nearing orgasm.
"Suck it," Larry grunted, humping a little harder against her face. "Shit . . . take it all in! Eat on it ... and . . .you'll suck me off?"
"Mmmm-hmmmm," Jill gurgled, quickening her moves.
Larry couldn't believe this was happening. And although he wasn't really convinced that he really liked it all that much, he lost control of his emotions. He'd never been sucked like that before. It was like she had a craving for his prick, and she wasn't doing it just to please him.
He watched with growing excitement and interest as she began gobbling up and down furiously, moaning loudly each time her lips kissed into his crotch hairs. And she was squirming around, rubbing her knees together.
There was a dull ache in her cunt, something Jill found almost unbearable. If only she could have a cock up her pussy and one in her throat at the same time. The idea inflamed her with greater hunger.
Maybe three! .
Had anyone ever done that before? she wondered. Was it even possible? Something told her she had to find out for herself.
"Suck . . . God . . . suck me good," Larry grunted, pumping his ass back and forth. "Your mouth is like a pussy, you know that? Christ, so hot and . . . slippery . . . and ..."
His voice trailed off to a low, growling moan as he felt his cum-load bubble from his balls, flood the root of his cock.
"Mmmmmfffff!" Jill choked, feeling his jism blast from his cockhead and splatter the back of her throat. At the same instant his prick exploded with climax, her orgasm thundered into her pussy. She writhed and bucked, raked her nails over his bare, thrusting ass. Again, she cried out, her moan sending a shower of cum into his dark crotch hairs.
"Suck me . . . God, suck me dry," Larry groaned, gyrating his hips, plunging forward. His hands were tight on the back of her head, shoving her mouth firmly around the base of his prick. "Lick . . . every drop and drink it down."
Jill's climax peaked, but left her hungry for more. In a way, she felt rather disappointed. It hadn't been anything like it had with Tony. Good, yes. But not great.
Cum- still spewed from his cock, filling her mouth with salty, warm cream. She sucked furiously, then gave another moan as the last glob splashed into her throat. A few moments later she pulled away and licked some of the stray globs from his cock hairs.
"How was it?" she asked, darting her tongue over his nuts. "You like blowing your wad in my mouth?"
Where did she learn to talk like that!
"Well . . . yes," he said, suddenly embarrassed. "It's just not how I imagined it would be."
Sure, Jill thought. It would be okay in a darkened room, under covers, with Chopin in the background, and their minds dizzy with wine. Pure, raw sex was somehow vulgar in his circles.
Hers, too, once.
Still, there might be hope for him, for them.
"Let's get out of our clothes and really fuck," she said, getting to her feet. "Mmmm, I want to show you a few tricks we haven't tried."
Dazed, Larry let himself be pulled toward the bedroom. But what happened next, made him feel even more confused. Jill pushed him to the bed, then reached for his bathrobe which lay on a chair next to the window. She removed the sash and held it out.
"Huh?" he said, looking from the blue satin sash to her face, then back again. "What?"
"Tie me up," Jill said, her voice quivering with expectation. "Mmmmm, yes, tie my hands and feet and stick that big cock up my ass."
He looked at her as if she were speaking a foreign language. His mouth dropped open.
"Come on, Larry, don't be such a stick," she said, tugging at his clothes.
After she had undressed him, she shucked out of her clothing, then stood before him, her legs spread wide. She almost laughed at his expression as he looked at her steaming cunt mound.
"Tie . . . you . . . up?" he asked, swallowing hard. "Are you serious?"
When she assured him that she was very serious, he grasped the sash with trembling hands. And under her direction, he tied her hands behind her back, then attached the two ends to her drawn-up knees.
"Now fuck me in the butt," she said, turning her head slightly so she could look at him. "Stick that big, hard cock in my shitter and load me up with gallons of cum."
Larry felt as if he were another person and not himself. He was numb all over. And he hadn't been this nervous since he was fourteen, and that girl -- Rose? -- had taken him into the bushes in her back yard.
"Your . . . ass?" he asked, his jaw hanging stupidly.
"Mmmm-hmmmm," Jill said, giggling. "Don't you want to fuck it to me there?" she asked, wiggling around seductively.
Quite frankly, Larry didn't know what he wanted. For the greater part of his life, he had always had control. Over his students, the symphony orchestra, faculty members, and even Jill. Until now. He felt hopelessly inadequate.
Still, her sweet, rounded ass was surely inviting. The delicious curves looked mouth-watering. And that delicate crack. But . . . tied up? What would she think of next? Whips and boots and masks and chains?
"Fuck me," Jill urged.
Her passion was mounting quickly as she realized that she was in control. And she suddenly knew what Tony liked about it, making someone do something they didn't want, then convincing them they did.
"Ram that big prick in my shitter, Larry," she added, her voice a command.
Larry gently touched her satiny ass cheeks and pulled them apart. When he saw the tiny, puckered hole of her shitter, he licked his lips. Would his cock fit? Christ, her asshole was so little!
"Goddamnit, fuck me!" Jill said impatiently. She felt angry, almost cheated. Why wouldn't he do it? Do it like Tony had?
Still totally confused, Larry held his rock-hard cock down at an angle with his right hand and nudged the tip of it into the crack of her ass. He watched, fascinated, as the tip of his cock sank into her shitter, followed by about three inches of his shaft.
"Holy'. . . Jesus!" he gasped. It was really going in, and so easy!
"Ahhhhh . . . that's it!" Jill gasped, bucking with a delicious mixture of pain and pleasure. "All the way, baby. Come on, lay on top of me and pump that little ass up and down. Give me the best fuck you can."
Larry fell over her body, shoving the entire slab of his prick inside her. He held himself there for a few moments, then withdrew slightly. Again he thrust back inside. Her shitter was so snug, so warm, her walls fluttering like her throat had a few moments ago.
"This . . . way?" he asked, now rhythmically pumping his ass up and down.
"Make it hurt, you bastard," Jill grunted. "I ... I want pain and pleasure both."
Larry reached under her body and began kneading her tits harder than he ever had before. As the silky mass of flesh squeezed between his fingers, he felt her buck harder. He heard her moans grow louder.
"Fuck me," Jill gasped, licking her tongue out, rolling the tip of it over an imaginary cock. "God, give it to me fast . . . hard . . . shove me full of hot cock, you mother fucker!"
Larry did as she asked, but it was a purely physical act. His mind still screamed with the unreality of the situation. It just wasn't happening! This girl wasn't the same Jill he knew. Not the one who had sat next to him and praised college symphonies and operas. She was an alley cat on a fence. And he was a part of it.
"Ohhhh . . . God," he groaned, feeling his loins burn with pressure. He stabbed into her asshole harder, faster, slammed his stomach against her ass cheeks. "Fuck it . . . fuck it in!"
Jill's climax was so close she could taste it. She closed her eyes and remembered how it had been with Tony. No, he hadn't been cautious like Larry. He had taken her, driven his cock in her asshole like there was no tomorrow.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" she screamed, her body tightening, her flesh beading with glistening sweat. "Ohhhhh, sweet Jesus, screw me full of cum!"
Larry humped savagely into her asshole, but each stroke seemed to bring him mental pain. His face contorted with anguish.
Suddenly, his balls seemed to rupture as his thick, molten wads of cum shot into the root of his cock. He froze for a second, then began pounding her shitter frantically. With each hard stroke, a gasp of agonized satisfaction spat from his lips.
"Yesssssss!" Jill yelled out, her climax tearing into her body with full force.
She began working with him, matching him thrust for thrust. And each time his throbbing cock stabbed into her butt, another wave of pleasure swept into her guts.
"Ohhhhh . . . yes," she panted, her ecstasy peaking wildly, eating into her flesh like acid.
"Damn . . . fuck . . . damn," Larry grunted, heaving the last of his cum-load into her shitter, then falling limp against her body. "I ... I don't believe this ..."
They lay molded together for several moments before Larry rolled off her body. He then untied her and sat on the edge of the bed, looking away.
"Mmmmm, now my pussy," Jill murmured, unaware that he was becoming distant. "Want to screw-"
"This isn't right," Larry interrupted, standing. He walked over and put on his robe. "We ... we" can't do this, Jill."
"Didn't you like it?" Jill asked, trying to clear her head of the passions she'd felt.
"No, I didn't," Larry said, swallowing hard, still not looking at her. "It ... it made me feel
. . . strange.
Jill felt anger at first, then shame. Angry with Larry that he didn't take her as Tony had, and shame that she had been thinking of Tony the entire time.
"But I liked it," she said helplessly, feeling suddenly brazen, whorish. "Why don't you like it?"
There was no further need of oral communication. She saw that in his eyes he would rather be with his friends, chatting away in a French restaurant about the recent Bach recital, than be with her. Especially now, when he'd discovered a dark side of her nature.
She got off the bed and began dressing, feeling her heart pound in her throat. It was as if she'd made one of the most important decisions in her life in those few moments with him.
Thank God, she found out now, before it was too late. She could have been stuck with him and his stuffy crowd for the rest of her life.
But when you've discovered one world and not exactly accepted another, where did it leave you? She felt lost, vulnerable, alone.
"Goodbye, Larry," she said a few moments later as she opened the front door to leave.
"Goodbye, Jill," he said, forcing a smile.
When the door was closed, they both leaned against the wall-four inches of plaster separating their worlds-and sighed with relief.
Larry went in search of Bach.
Jill wandered aimlessly into the night, looking for a different world.
CHAPTER FIVE
Jill paused after opening the door to her apartment. From Cindy's bedroom, she could hear slapping sounds, hoarse chuckles and her roommate's giggles. For the first time, she was interested in what went on behind those closed doors.
"Stick it up my pussy!" she heard Cindy cry out. "Ohhhh, that's so big and hard!"
Jill felt her heart skip a beat. Was she so brazen that she would even consider going in there? Yet, a lot had happened to her in the past twenty-four hours.
"Cindy?" she asked, knocking on the door. "Can I come in?"
When she got no response, she cautiously pushed the door open. The spectacle before her caused her to freeze in her tracks, made her mouth fly open.
Cindy was spread-eagled, standing, her wrists and ankles knotted with ropes. The ends of the ropes were attached somewhere behind the curtains of the wall-length window. In front of her stood a dark, muscular man, his back to Jill. In his right hand was a long, black stick. He was shoving it in and out of Cindy's oozing cunt.
Jill watched the man's tight, hairy ass for a few moments before reacting. The man's rounded cheeks rippled with contractions as he thrust his hand forward.
"Jill!" Cindy finally spluttered, looking at her roommate with a glazed expression. "Wha-what are you doing here? I thought you and Larry ..."
The man whirled around and looked embarrassed. But not for long. His glance took in Jill's ripened, upturned tits, her long, lean legs, and finally the dark look of hunger in her emerald-green eyes.
"Hi," he said at last, "care to join us?"
"My . . . God," Jill said, hardly hearing him.
Her eyes were on Cindy, the way she was tied up. And that big, long stick shoved halfway up her cunt. "My God," she repeated, running the tip of her pink tongue over her lips.
"This is Brad," Cindy giggled. "He's a cop friend of mine. He's here preserving the . . . peace."
Jill let her eyes crawl over Cindy's body, could almost feel the ropes as they cut into Cindy's delicate flesh. She then let her gaze fall back to Cindy's pussy, watched the cunt-lips part to allow the massive stick to jab forward.
Something clicked in Jill's mind. A cop. Perhaps he could help her find Tony. But Tony could wait. Everything could wait.
Without another word, Jill began tugging at her clothes, feeling her insides churn with lust. Maybe when Brad was finished with Cindy, he could work on her. What would it be like, to have that big stick rammed up her cunt, to be tied up like that?
"I ... I want it, too," she said, slipping out of her panties and walking over. "Is it . . . okay, Cindy?"
"Mmmmm, he's man enough for five or six," Cindy gasped. "But don't interrupt him. My pussy is about to have an attack."
Jill stood next to Brad and took in his good looks. He was tall and meaty, his muscular body covered with short, black hairs. His square face was surrounded by a shock of tight, curly black hair. His eyes were golden-brown. And that cock! As it stood straight up like a charmed snake, it slapped his hairy, flat stomach. A glistening drop of clear fluid seeped from his cum-hole.
"I've never sucked off a cop," she said. "Do you mind?"
Before Brad could answer, Jill dropped to her knees and grabbed his prick. She pulled the wet cock-head into her throat and raked her nails over his tight, small ass.
"That's Jill," Cindy said, looking at Brad. "She was the one I was telling you about."
"Hi . . . Jill . . . suck," Brad said, flinching. He watched her gobble forward, take the full length of his cock into her throat. "Jesus God," he muttered, dropping his left hand to her head, pushing her face harder into his crotch. "Two of you ..."
"Mmmmmmmm," Jill gurgled, wallowing her tongue around Brad's stiff shaft. She pulled her head back and let his prick flop upward. As she kissed between his dangling, hard balls, she gave another throaty groan of pleasure.
"Fuck me some more," Cindy said to Brad. "Come on, ram that big nightstick up my pussy, you bastard!"
"Hang on," Brad grunted, his full concentration on what Jill was doing. "I . . . I've never had it this way before."
"Tie me up, too," Jill murmured. "Ohhhh, do us both at the same time."
Brad left the nightstick dangling in Cindy's cunt and looked around the room. He yanked a pillowcase off a pillow on the bed and ripped it to shreds. With trembling hands, he tied Jill's hands behind her back, then wrapped strips of cloth around her feet and legs. He tied the two knots together, pulling the slack, causing her back to arch.
"Wait a second," he said to Jill when she lunged forward, toward his crotch, her mouth wide. "I'm not finished."
Brad took two long strips of cloth and wrapped them around her tits. As they turned white under the pressure, he draped the ends of the material over her shoulders and tied them firmly around her neck. He then grabbed her arms and pulled her in front of him.
"Now suck me, cocksucker," he said, thrusting his hips forward.
He grabbed the handle of the nightstick and stabbed it forward, grinding it into Cindy's pussy.
Both women screamed with pleasure at the same time. Cindy's voice was loud, gurgling. Jill's shriek was lost in the thickness of Brady's crotch hair.
"Ohhhh . . . fuck," Brad grunted, now quickly thrusting his hips forward, doing the same with the ebony stick. "Suck . . . fuck . . . God, yes!"
Jill felt almost as excited as when she'd been with Tony. And every move she made reminded her of the time she'd spent with him. The strips of cloth were tight, cutting into her skin. And the way he had them wrapped around her tits caused her soft mounds to jut upward. When she lowered her head, she could feel both her nipples vibrate against the underside of her chin. Already her pussy was steaming with ecstasy, causing electric-like jolts to throb into her insides.
She gave a low moan as she locked her lips around the thick root of his hairy cock. The tip of his shaft was vibrating in her throat. His wiry crotch hairs tickled the insides of her nose.
"You take cum in the mouth?" Brad said a few seconds later.
"Mmmmm-hmmmmmm," Jill gasped, sucking up and down his trembling shaft.
"Wow, that's great," he said. "I . . . I've got a thick load just begging to blow into that sweet throat of yours."
While Jill sucked on his prick furiously, writhing against the bonds that held her, Brad leaned forward and kissed Cindy on the mouth. While he thrust his tongue in and out, he jabbed the nightstick a little harder into her slippery cunt.
"Suck it and fuck it," he grunted, his muscles tightening, his flesh beading with sweat. "Take it all, you cum-licking whores!"
Jill couldn't believe how delicious his massive cock tasted. Just as big as Tony's, it pulsated with hot blood, completely filled her throat. And each time he thrust his cock between her lips, she felt her pussy churn with greater excitement. Already she was damp between her legs.
"Aaahhhhhhh!" she groaned, gulping forward, holding herself there. Her climax seemed to crawl over her fluttering cunt-lips, then ooze from her opening. "Mmmfffff!" she choked, biting into the hairs of his crotch.
"Ohhhh . . . fuck!" Brad cried out, throwing his head to one side. He tried to hold back his cum-load, but it was impossible. Jill's sucking mouth was like a vacuum, practically yanked his jism from his nuts. "Take . . . it . . . now, you cock-licking slut!"
At the very second that her climax culminated in a near-painful release, Jill felt the back of her throat flood with warm, pulsating masses of cum. She swallowed quickly, but not quickly enough to make room for more of his juices. Globs of cum shot upward, behind her nose, then spurted from both nostrils. As the twin, glistening streams melted over her lips and hung like spider webs from her chin, lumps of jism boiled into her cheeks.
"Fuck meeeeee!" she heard Cindy scream out, as if from a far distance. "Shove that stick up my pussy and stick it into my brains!"
"Jesus . . . fucking . . . Christ!" Brad groaned, biting down on Cindy's shoulder. The pressure inside his balls seemed to build with each suck of Jill's mouth. "Eat on it, baby! Lick every fucking drop into that hot, cocksucking mouth!"
Jill sucked out his cum, gargling the fluid. Each quick suck brought her greater pleasure, filled her entire body with rippling sensations of release. Finally, she gulped the last of his jism into her mouth and rested her forehead against his stomach. A soft moan blew some of the cum into his cock hairs.
After her pleasure had subsided, she pulled back and turned her head to one side. She watched the long stick move in and out of her roommate's pussy, saw the tiny opening stretch painfully. With cum dripping from her lips, she moved her head closer to Cindy's body, then kissed the swollen mound of her cunt.
"Fuck me . . . now," Jill murmured. "Ohhhh ... I ... I want it, too."
Brad pulled the nightstick out of Cindy's limp body and thrust the end of it between Jill's lips.
"Suck on this a little," he said, holding the back of her head with his left hand. "It's just oozing with cunt juice. Come on, lick it down."
When the hard texture of the stick stretched her lips, Jill felt another shiver of pleasure. It was almost like a cock, but in a way better. It tasted of Cindy's warm body, perfumed and creamy.
When she had licked the nightstick clean, Brad pulled it out, then shoved Jill's face against Cindy's spent pussy.
"Suck on her cunt and I'll fuck you from behind," he said, quickly kneeling down. He positioned himself behind Jill and guided his cock into the crack of her ass. "Want it in here?" he grunted, blasting his cockhead into her greasy, puckered shitter.
"Goddddd!" Jill screamed into Cindy's pussy. She'd never felt such delicious pain before. With her legs tied together, it made entry of his cock almost impossible. Almost. It bored into her asshole like a cattle prod. "Yes," she moaned. "Stick it to me! Fuck me everywhere, you big bull!"
As more of his cock stabbed into her asshole, Jil licked into Cindy's pussy faster. The slippery walls of Cindy's cunt hugged her tongue, drew her further inside. Again, she felt the mounting pressure of climax.
"Mmmmmm, fuck me hard," Jill gasped, rolling the tip of her tongue over Cindy's clit. "Fuck me in both holes . . . cock and that stick ..."
Brad reached around Jill's body with the stick and thrust the tip of it up her pussy. As about six inches of it pierced her insides, he lunged forward, driving the entire length of his cock into her ass.
"There!" he grunted. "Every fucking bit of it . . . inside you, slut!"
Jill thought the top of her head would blow off. Pleasure surged into her body, mixing with pain, filling her with a hunger she found almost unbearable. She began chewing and biting Cindy's cunt, jerking her body around.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," Jill panted, her eyes half-closing with desire. "Ohhhh . . . yes!. Make it good! Make it hurt!"
While Brad hammered his cock in and out of Jill's tiny ass canal, he jabbed the nightstick up harder into her cunt. And although he found it difficult to believe, his balls were again throbbing with a hard pressure.
"Fuck it, baby," he groaned, lapping his tongue against the back of Jill's neck. "Lick pussy and fuck this cock and stick. All the way in your cum- loving guts."
Jill squirmed her ass around, then froze. A massive convulsion of raw pleasure tore into her guts with savage force. She inhaled quickly, breathing in the aroma of Cindy's pussy. Then she gave a loud, gurgling scream into Cindy's pink, throbbing cunt.
By now, Cindy had come to life again. She was twisting her ass around, tightening her cunt muscles in order to trap Jill's tongue. And when she heard her friend's scream of release, her own climax drilled around her exploding clit.
"Eat me!" Cindy cried out, throwing her head to one side. Her wrists and ankles turned white as she yanked against the ropes that held her. "Stick your tongue in . . . and . . . and . . . fuck it to me like a big, hard cock!"
Jill felt Brad's head nudge against her own, then she shivered as his coarse beard scraped against her cheek. She moved slightly to one side, then turned. Their mouths met and their tongues intertwined.
"Both of you!" Cindy begged, jerking her hips forward. "God ... I ... I want two tongues inside me!"
Jill and Brad faced Cindy's cunt. Then, after licking their tongues into Cindy's damp, stained hairs, they lapped into the tightly constricted hole.
"God . . . yes . . . yes," Jill groaned, still feeling Brad's cock pulsate inside her shitter. The nightstick was firmly embedded inside her swollen cunt. "Fuck me full of hot cum . . . God, I need it. . . now!"
Brad thought he would be able to hold out a lot longer, but he was dead wrong. With a pussy to eat on, and a sucking asshole wrapped around his throbbing cock, it made the pressure inside his balls agony. The slightest move caused electric-like jolts of pain to sear into his loins. Finally, he let himself go completely. As he blasted his hips up- ward, grinding his prick savagely into her shitter, he felt the first wad splatter up his cock shaft.
"Take . . . take it, whore!" he grunted, biting into the loose folds of Cindy's cunt skin next to Jill's lapping tongue. "Gonna screw you . . . fucking .. . full, bitch."
Jill couldn't imagine anything better than what happened next. As she ate on her roommate's sweet pussy, her shitter suddenly was filled with Brad's cum. And her pussy vibrated firmly around the nightstick. Suddenly, she began screaming as if she were on fire. Her body jerked and writhed so violently that the cloth that held her wrists together at her back snapped.
"Fuck meeeeee!" she screamed, wrapping one arm around Cindy, the other around Brad's waspish waist. She crushed their bodies against herself, sandwiching them around her. "Mmmmmm . . . fuck!" she screamed again, another orgasm riddling her guts.
"Screw it, baby," Brad gasped, kissing back and forth from Cindy's boiling pussy to Jill's moaning mouth. "Take every drop up your asshole and suck it to your brains."
Jill felt as if she had climaxed for a delicious eternity. Just when she was sure it was all over, another thundering sensation would hit her, leaving her gasping with raw satisfaction. Finally, her body went limp from sheer exhaustion. She slipped from between them and fell on her side. As she did, Brad's cock slowly eased out of her shitter and slipped up against her back.
"Ohhh . . . Jesus," she groaned, "that . . . that was good. Ohhhhh . . . Tony, I want you . . . want you ..."
"Tony?" Brad murmured, plopping down on his ass. "Who the fuck is Tony?"
"He came in my store," Jill said, her voice sounding far away. "And . . . and he fucked me. God, did he fuck me."
"You mean that guy that tied you up and . . . and raped you?" Cindy said, suddenly coming to life.
"Yes, him," Jill said.
"But he tied you up and raped you," Cindy said again, her expression puzzled.
"Well?" Jill giggled. "You're tied up, and I don't see you complaining."
"Yeah, but I want it," Cindy said.
"And I want it too," Jill replied.
"Hey, what's going on here?" Brad asked.
When Jill explained, interrupted at times by Cindy's confused remarks, Brad shook his head.
"You mean this guy comes in your store and rapes you and you . . . you want to find him?" he asked, his face a picture of disbelief.
"Do you know how I could find him?" Jill asked, feeling her heart skip a beat. "I mean, you being a cop and all."
"I don't know," Brad said, his voice uneasy. "If he's got a record, I guess I could. You could go look at some mug shots. But I don't think it's very smart."
"Why?" Jill asked. "I just want to find out where he lives and-"
"And have him rape you again?" Cindy asked, her voice hard. Sometimes she wondered about Jill. Miss Priss, and all of a sudden acting like this!
"Can you rape a willing person?" Jill asked, then giggled.
"Well, if that's what you want," Brad said at last, "I guess I'll help you find him."
"Good," Jill said, her heart now pounding. "When can we start?"
"There's a price to pay," Brad said, a hungry look in his eye.
"What's that?"
"Let me show you," he said, his voice hoarse with lust.
CHAPTER SIX
Jill felt Cindy's tits press against her own. Then as their mouths met in a hungry kiss, she felt Brad's rough hands on her body.
After pushing them closer, he took the ropes at his side and wrapped them around their bodies. With their ankles firmly tied together, he ran a length of rope under and around them, finally knotting their hands with a jerk.
"Ohhhh . . . that hurts," Jill gasped, throwing her head back. It was a delicious sensation, however, feeling the coarse ropes and the softness of Cindy's body at the same time. "Mmmmmmm .... hurts so . . . good ..."
With their bodies tied together, Brad squatted just over their heads, then squirmed his ass between their faces. He turned slightly to one side, giving Cindy his cock. His butt was in Jill's face.
"Suck my prick and lick out my shitter," he said, placing a hand behind each of their heads. "Come on, ladies, I want to get eaten alive."
While Cindy gulped down on his massive cock, Jill darted her tongue into the crack of his hairy ass. Slowly, she probed the tip of her tongue into the puckered, greasy crack, then bared her teeth.
"Mmmmmmm," Jill moaned, nuzzling her nose into the tight crack, feeling the coarse hairs scrape the insides of her nostrils. "Love sucking asshole ..."
While she bit into the sensitive membranes of his shithole, she felt the heat in her pussy intensify. She thrust her hips forward, crushing it against Cindy's soft, red-haired mound. An immediate jolt of pleasure rippled into her guts.
"Ohhh . . . yes," Brad grunted, moving his ass back and forth. "Just like that, babes . . . both of you . . . really give me a hot tongue-job!"
As Jill chewed and sucked on his asshole, she could hear Cindy's smacking sucks. She wished for a moment that Brad had let her have his cock in- stead, but as she probed more deeply into his butt, she became more than satisfied. Her pussy was tingling, electric with ecstasy.
"That's it," Brad said, reaching back and placing his hand against Jill's head. "Really stick it up there. Fuck . . . yes . . . suck it good, ass-eater!"
As Jill munched on his butt, she became fully aware of the man's masculinity. He was hard and hairy, smelled of musk, inflaming her with greater desire. She began writhing, moving her pussy over Cindy's cunt, feeling her ecstasy burn hotter.
Suddenly she jerked. Cindy had moved her hands downward and jabbed her thumbs forward. As they sank inside Jill's cunt, stabbing the fluttering walls, Jill screamed violently into Brad's asshole.
"Yes!" she panted. "Godddd . . . yesssss!"
A massive convulsion of raw pleasure ate into, her pussy, causing her tits to heave. She pressed her face harder into the crack of the cop's shitter and thrust her tongue so hard inside his hole that her jaws ached.
While she gasped into Brad's butt, Cindy screamed out also, her voice muffled in the man's thick bush of crotch hair. Her pussy seemed to melt around Jill's, causing them both to jerk with agonized release.
"Suck it, cocksucker," Brad said, his body tightening. He slammed his ass forward, grinding the full length of his prick into Cindy's throat. "I . . . I'm so fucking . . . close . . . I . . . I . . . suck it good!"
When Jill thought about all those hot masses of cum, she felt "her throat constrict with a desperate hunger. She pulled her tongue out of Brad's shitter and bit his ass cheek.
"Let me have some of it!" she begged. "God, I want cum in my mouth . . . down my throat!"
"Mmmmffffff!" she heard Cindy splutter, knowing that Brad was now shooting his load into her mouth.
"Me . . . too!" Jill screamed, gnawing her way over his hip. "Cum ... I want cum, you bastard!"
In mid-orgasm, Brad quickly turned, his left hand firmly grasping his exploding cock. He tried to hold his jism back, but as he aimed his prick toward Jill's face, a massive wad of boiling cream spewed from the tip of his shaft. The lava-like juices shot into Jill's hair, then dripped down her forehead.
"Give it to me," Jill gasped, her mouth open like a bird's. "I . . . I . . . ahhhhhhhhhhh!" she gurgled, feeling his bursting cockhead jab between her lips.
When the scalding fluid poured down her throat, another climax riddled her pussy. She began jerking her ass back and forth, crushing her cunt against Cindy's wet patch of hair. Their pussy lips met, fluttered together.
"Let me have the rest!" Cindy begged. "I ... I want it, Jill!"
Jill refused to let go of Brad's spurting cock. She locked her lips firmly around the thick, hairy base, refusing to let his cock leave her throat. Only when the last of his bubbling cream had oozed over her tongue did she relax slightly.
"Mmmmmm . . . good," Jill whispered, licking the residue from his foreskin.
"You bitch!" Cindy said, licking her tongue up and down the crack of Brad's ass. "I said I wanted the rest."
"Mmmmmm, I couldn't help it," Jill said to her roommate. "It's just that he has such a delicious, warm cock."
"There might be a little bit left," Brad said, gasping for air. "Lick it dry, honey."
Jill worked her mouth down to the root of his cock, pursed her lips tightly, then pulled her face back. As he said, there was a thick glob of cum left inside his prick. As it melted over her tongue, she shivered with hungry pleasure.
As Jill gargled the milky cum around in her mouth, Brad pulled away, letting their heads meet. Jill opened her mouth, revealing the thick lump of jism, then closed her lips around Cindy's licking tongue.
The women exchanged the cum back and forth for several long moments, mixing it with their spit, then shared it, drinking it down with a satisfied grunt.
"Oh, I want some more," Cindy murmured into Jill's mouth. "I could drink gallons of this stuff."
"Me, too," Jill agreed. Her pussy still fluttered with the subsiding throbs of climax. "But I'd really love that big cock up my pussy now," she added, looking at Brad as he smoked a cigarette.
"Let me tie you two together," Cindy said, her eyes widening. "I want to see what it looks like. His big thing poking in your box."
Jill was only too happy to agree. She wiggled, moaned with expectation as Brad began removing the ropes.
A few moments later, with Jill's back to his front, Cindy tied them together. She wrapped the ropes tightly around their feet, then ran it under their bodies, finally tying the ends of it around their necks. She took another length of rope and tied Brad's hands to Jill's. His arms were wrapped around her body, his wrists against her smooth, flat stomach.
In this position, Jill was fully aware of his hard masculinity, as if wrapped in a blanket of maleness. She squirmed her ass around, felt his rock-hard cock press between her legs.
"Stick it in," she moaned, snuggling closer to his body. "God, I want that huge prick fucking the hell out of my pussy!"
"Oh, let me put it in for you," Cindy said, moving around in front of Jill.
She grasped Brad's monstrous prick with both hands and guided the tip of it into Jill's tightly constricted pussy opening. Cindy then gave a muffled cry of pleasure as she watched it stretch Jill's tiny opening nearly to the breaking point.
"Jesus!" Cindy said, kneading Brad's nuts. "I don't know where the hell he's putting that thing, or how you can take it all!"
"It's right up here," Jill whispered, arching her back so that her breasts thrust out, "right between my tits."
"Oh, let me taste," Cindy said, nuzzling her face between Jill's large, ripened tits. "Mmmmmm, delicious," she gurgled, rolling her tongue over the coral-colored nipples with a wet smack.
As more of Brad's throbbing cock stabbed into her pussy, Jill felt more excited than ever. It was fantastic to have her tits licked while getting fucked, and especially in this position. With him to her back, screwing her doggy-style, she could feel all of him.
"Shove it to me, you bastard!" she cried out, flinching with desire. "Mmmmm, yes . . . just like that ... all the way in! Fuck my pussy!
Brad pressed forward with his full strength, drilling the base of his prick firmly between her fluttering pussy lips. As his balls slapped between her legs and rested just under her crack, he squirmed his ass around.
"So . . . fucking tight and hot," he whispered, kissing the back of Jill's neck. "Christ, baby, your pussy is even better than your cocksucking mouth."
While he fucked her a little harder, Jill worked her ass around. Each time his massive cock shaft poked into her cunt, she tightened her muscles, giving his shaft milking squeezes.
"Fuck me . . . God, fuck me!" she panted, feeling her skin tingle with growing pleasure. "Suck and . . . and fuck ..."
While Brad shoved his cock in and out of her boiling pussy, Cindy covered Jill's body with warm, wet kisses. Slowly, she inched her mouth down, over Jill's stomach, then to the blonde, furry patch of her pussy. Her eyes widened with pleasure as she watched Brad's enormous cock stab in and out.
"Fuck her good," Cindy said, rolling the tip of her tongue over the damp patch of Jill's cunt. "Mmmmmm, stick that big, hard prick in her guts and blow in a gallon of cum. I want to eat your cream out of her pussy."
Cindy licked and chewed hungrily, her mouth occasionally moving over the underside of Brad's cock shaft. Jill's cunt was steaming now, the opening moving around his prick like a mouth.
"Take it, baby!" Brad gasped, moving his mouth over the back of Jill's neck. "Take a pussy full of my hot cock and screw it."
Jill screamed out suddenly as her body flooded with the warmth of her climax. She wiggled her ass around, then froze, almost able to taste the ecstasy.
"Do it!" she shrieked, tossing her head back and forth. "Goddamn you, you mother fucking bastard! Shove it to me! Fuck out my brains!"
Brad was glad that he'd blown his wad before, because now he had greater control. If he hadn't, the force of Jill's climax would have yanked his cum out. Her pussy was throbbing, sucking like a starving throat. He held his breath and gave her a sound fucking, moving his prick in and out rhythmically.
"Like it, whore?" he grunted. "You like getting your sweet cunt fucked apart?"
"Yes . . . God, yes!" Jill choked. Another massive convulsion of pure pleasure shot into her guts. "Fuck me . . . fuck me hard! Make it . . . hurt!"
As her ecstasy began to border on pain, Jill thought of Tony, of the way his hard, throbbing cock had churned into her guts. Just the picture of him in her mind was enough to cause another explosion of pleasure inside her body. She writhed about as if she were being tortured. A rattling groan escaped her lips.
Between her legs, Cindy was licking and chewing furiously, her lips moving over Jill's climaxing pussy, her chin rubbing against Brad's grinding, glistening prick.
"Screw it to her . . . now!" Cindy begged. "Brad, fuck your cum in, please!"
While she waited for the burst of jism to sear into Jill's pussy, Cindy grasped their feet. Snuggling a little closer to their intertwined bodies, Cindy began working their toes into her pussy. A couple of seconds later, she screamed out with release.
"Godddddd!" Cindy wailed, punching her face between Jill's legs.
As her climax peaked violently, Cindy saw Brad's thrusting cock expand, then jerk. She knew then that he was about to shoot his load into Jill's cunt. She molded her mouth over Jill's slippery hole, felt his cock shaft slide over her lower lip, his balls slap against her chin.
"Fuck . . . now," Brad said, grunting with pleasure. "Gonna blast in my . . . cum! Unhhh . . . fuck it, whore! Screw it up . . . here! Unh! Here, bitch!"
When the molten jism bubbled into her pussy, Jill screamed out again with pleasure. Her orgasm this time was even better than before, peaking, exploding, climbing even higher. Soon she was in a constant state of excitement, her body jerking out of control.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she chanted over and over, her words an echo of the spasms of ecstasy that melted her insides.
Between her legs, Cindy was smacking noisily. Some of Brad's cum-load was oozing from Jill's pussy, dripping on her tongue. The combination of male and female juices was almost too good, causing her to cry out with anguished hunger.
"Cum," Cindy gurgled, squirming her head around, trying to squeeze her tongue between his cock and her pussy lips. "Give me some . . . more cum ... to suck!"
Brad withdrew his cock entirely and stabbed upward, shoving his shaft brutally into Cindy's mouth. After planting a few thick wads of cum in her throat, he pulled his prick out and jabbed it back into Jill's fluttering pussy. The bulk of his load shot from his balls and melted deeply into Jill's hot pussy.
"Fuck . . . that's . . . it!" he growled, his body going limp. "Sweet . . . hot . . . pussy ..."
While their bodies molded together, and they enjoyed the subsiding throbs of release, Cindy licked and chewed greedily over Jill's pussy. She gathered up the stray wads of cum, then drank them down with a gurgling smack. When Jill's blonde cunt hairs were free of jism, she pulled Brad's cock from the puckered hole and clamped her lips around the tip of it.
"Delicious," Cindy murmured, sucking out the final glob of creamy fluid. She then jacked the loose foreskin up and down over the withering head, stroking her tongue across the smooth surface. "You got any more?"
"Shit," Brad grunted. "I've been fucked out. I don't think I could keep it up with a tow truck!"
"We'll see about that," Cindy giggled. She began sucking him off, moving her lips quickly up and down his half-hard shaft. "Mmmmmmm," she moaned excitedly, feeling his cockhead throb with new life.
"I'll be goddamned," Brad muttered, again feeling pressure in his balls. "I ... I just might be able to make it . . . one more time ..."
"Let me suck him too," Jill said quickly, watching her roommate's eager licking. "Untie me and ... "
Jill pulled against the ropes that bound her, felt the rough hemp cunt into her skin. She had to get at that cock, almost as if her life depended on it. Tony was still on her mind, and each time she saw the memory of his massive prick, her throat twitched with desire.
"... give me . . . cock!" Jill gasped.
"Please!"
Cindy quickly untied them and immediately went back to Brad's cock. She sucked up and down for several moments, then aimed the tip of his shaft toward Jill's open mouth. While Jill gobbled up and down his prick, Cindy locked her own mouth around his surging balls.
"Jesus . . . fucking Christ!" Brad groaned, rolling to his back, pulling them with him. He placed his hands behind their heads and bent his knees. He suddenly threw his legs around their shoulders, trapping their heads between his muscular thighs. "Suck me, cocksuckers," he grunted. "Goddamn you, you fucking cock-licking whores! Eat me all over . . . balls . . . cock!"
The women worked on him as if in competition with each other. Finally, his prick exploded with savage warmth, filling Jill's mouth with spurting cum. She drank down about three of the wads, then let Cindy finish him off.
Later, as they lay in a heap, their satisfied moans filling the room, Jill felt her excitement renew itself. Would she find Tony? And if she did, what would she say? What would she do?
She almost laughed, thinking of an imaginary conversation with him.
"Hello. Remember me? You're the stud that raped me. Well, I'd like for you to do it again."
She sat up and reached for her clothes, then shot Brad a determined look.
"Let's go find him," she said, squirming into her panties.
"Find who?" Brad murmured, half-asleep as he lay on the floor.
"Tony, you idiot," she said. "You said you'd help me."
Reluctantly, Brad got to his feet and lumbered over to where his clothes lay. After he was dressed, Jill pushed him from the room, dragging Cindy along with her.
A short while later, in the computer room of the police station, Jill found out Tony's latest address. There was quite a file on him, and also several photographs of him when he was much younger.
"When he was fourteen," Brad was explaining, reading the odd codes on a piece of print-out paper, "he was taken into juvenile custody."
"What for?'" Jill asked quickly.
"For putting his stepmother in the hospital," Brad continued. "Beat the shit out of her, I guess. Seems there is something here called, 'sexual torture.' "
"Sexual torture?" Jill repeated. "He did it to his stepmother?"
"No, I guess the old bag tortured him," Brad said, consulting another piece of paper. "Used to tie him up, I guess, when his old man was out of town."
"Anything else?" Jill asked.
"Few minor things after that. He ran away from a foster home, was picked up in New York, brought back, joined a motorcycle gang. Pretty clean lately." "Where is he now?" Jill asked. After he told her, Brad gave her a warning. "That's a pretty bad part of town. I wouldn't go down there alone if I were you."
Jill didn't even hear his words, much less grasp their meaning. She knew where Tony was, and she was going to find him. She had to, although she didn't really know why. He had become an obsession with her, as if she couldn't continue living without seeing him at least one more time.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Hidden away behind a row of sleazy bars in the south side of town was the apartment house Jill was looking for.
She stood outside the crumbling, red-brick building and felt a tingle of excitement race up her spine. She only had to walk up those steps, then find his room on the fourth floor. He would open the door and . . .
And what?
He might not even be there, she had to admit.
The address Brad had given her was several months old. Still, it was the last one his parole officer had been given. She mounted the steps.
After pushing through the gritty, peeling door, she tripped over a man's legs. Regaining her balance, she found herself face to face with a tall, tough-looking man of about twenty-five. He had short-cropped black hair, framing a square, handsome face that was saved from being too handsome by a large scar that extended from the corner of his left eye to his chin. His eyes were ice-blue, deadly looking.
"What have we here?" he said, grabbing Jill by the arm. "You a social worker or something, baby?"
"No . . . I'm looking for someone," Jill stammered.
"Looks like you found him," the man said, tightening his grip and pulling her closer to his face.
The smell of beer and cigarettes was strong on his breath. Jill tried to pull back.
"I think she's out of your league," the man on the floor said, giving his friend a grinning stare.
"You out of my league, baby?" the man said to Jill, his mouth just inches from hers.
"Please . . . please let me go, I have to find-"
"Aw, come on, sweetheart," he said, his voice husky, "you be friendly with me and I'll be friendly with you."
Jill was terrified, and wished she hadn't been foolish enough to come here alone. She looked out the corner of her eye and saw that there were three of them.
"Let's take her inside and fuck her, Mike," the one sitting on the steps said. "I haven't had any blonde pussy in . . . shit, weeks."
"You like that, baby?" Mike said to her. "Nice long fuck with three horny dudes?"
"Don't . . . please, I just came to find . . ." Jill gasped, her voice trembling with fear.
Mike suddenly crushed her in his arms and planted a long, lingering kiss on her open mouth. As his tongue probed between her teeth and played over the roof of her mouth, Jill felt her body held even tighter. She struggled, but it was useless. He was over six feet tall and squarely built.
"Got a live one," Mike said, pulling away and grinning at his friends. "Mmmmmm, I'll just bet her pussy fucks like a snapping turtle."
Jill tore out of his arms, but as she neared the door, the man who sat on the floor stood up, blocking her exit. He then embraced her hard, his mouth coming down on hers.
She kicked and scratched, tried screaming out, but soon she was totally overpowered. One of them grabbed her feet, another her hands. Like a bag of potatoes they carried her down the darkened hallway and threw her inside a room.
"Oh . . . this is gonna be good," Mike said, fumbling with his greasy-looking jeans. "You two tie her up and let me at her first."
Jill was thrown on a bed. As she struggled, her arms and legs were stretched out wide, then tied to the bed frame. The man who had blocked her at the door tore her clothes away, then knelt beside the Bed. Immediately, he locked his mouth around her left breast, biting into the tender flesh.
"Don't!" Jill screamed out. "It ... it hurts!" The ropes had been cruelly knotted around her wrists and ankles, cutting into her flesh like razor blades. And the angle in which they had spread her arms and legs caused her joints to throb with agony.
"Get away from her, Andy," Mike said to the man who was licking on her tit. "I said she's all mine."
"Thought I'd just get her warmed up for you, Mike," Andy said, taking his mouth away from her glistening breast.
"I'll do all the fucking warming up," Mike said, shucking out of the rest of his clothes.
As the full reality of what was happening hit her, Jill gave a loud, gurgling scream of terror. Her yell then locked in her throat when she saw Mike approach the bed.
Undressed, he was a work of masculine art. His wide, muscular shoulders gave way to a sculptured chest covered with dark, wiry hair. His waist was slim, his hips narrow. His thighs and legs rippled with strength. But between those thighs hung one of the biggest cocks Jill had ever seen.
Reaching halfway to his knees, Mike's cock was thick and meaty, slowly pulsating to life, rising. Darker than the rest of his body, the massive root of his shaft lay nestled in a furry patch of curly hair. His balls were monstrous, the left one hanging a little farther down than the right, both of them big as peaches.
"No . . . God . . . no!" Jill cried out. "Please . . .don't hurt me!"
"Why, baby, I'm not going to hurt you at all," Mike grinned, kneeling between her legs. "In fact, I'm gonna give you the best fuck you've ever had."
He crushed himself down on her body, covering her mouth with his. While she jerked her head back and forth to keep his probing tongue away, she felt his rough hands slide over her body, his fingers digging into the flesh of her shoulders.
"Hey, baby, what's the matter?" he grunted, squirming his ass around. "You don't like cock? Hmmmmmm?"
"Get ... off me, you filthy pig!" she spat out, her anger suddenly outweighing her fear.
She regretted her words instantly when he hit her. He doubled up his fist and crashed it against her jaw so hard she saw a burst of flashing light.
"You can . . . make it easy or hard, bitch," he growled into her mouth. "Any way is fine with me. I can fuck you alive or dead, baby."
Cold terror swept into Jill's body. What was going to happen to her? And why was she so stupid to be here in the first place? She suddenly wished she'd never even heard of Tony. "Please . . . don't," she choked. Her words became a gasp of pain when she felt the man's rock-hard prick jab against her pussy mound. She tried squirming away, but he tightened his grip. His fingers, as they dug into her flesh, felt like ice picks.
Again she cried out, feeling the thick, pulsating cock head slip into her puckered entrance. Not ready for sex, her cunt was dry, causing the texture of his prick to feel like sandpaper.
"Wow . . . fucking tight one," Mike said. "Baby, you a sweet little virgin?"
Jill thought her cunt would explode under the pressure of his gouging cock. She felt as if her cunt were being split open. And when she was positive the torture couldn't get any worse, it did. Horribly so.
"Jesus . . . baby ... I may have to tear your little pussy wide open if you don't give a little," Mike grunted, still squirming his ass around, driving his cock harder into her cunt.
Jill knew-absolutely knew-her opening was going to be ripped to shreds if he didn't stop, ready the puckered muscles were burning, ready tear. She hated to think what a bloody mess her pussy would be if something didn't happen.
"Please . . . God, you're going to kill me!" she gasped. "I ... I can't take you! You're too big!"
The man's hand was on her throat, cutting off j her air. He then looked at her with a hard stare, ! savagery and lust burning from his eyes.
"I don't give a fuck, baby," he grunted. "Now fuck it inside this little pussy of yours."
Jill wished she could faint, but couldn't. Anything to get away from that horrible, grinding pain. She gave a gurgling groan when he removed his hand and threw her head to one side. The other two men were watching with fascinated interest, waiting their turns.
How many times, she wondered, could three healthy men have sex? If they took turns, they could last for hours and hours. How many times would their monstrous cocks pierce into her body? Twenty times? More?
I A shiver ran up her spine as she thought about it. She could almost see them doing it to her, over and lover. One cock, then another, then another. Sliding in and out, flooding her cunt full of hot, greasy cum.
She would lie in a pool of their combined releases. The fluid would ooze into her pussy hairs, melt into the crack of her ass, roll down the insides of her thighs.
Cocks grinding in and out, exploding, fucking, jabbing savagely into her pussy . . .
"No!" she yelled, feeling her pussy muscles loosen, begin to ooze with fluid. She became fully aware of his size, how his body engulfed her like a muscular blanket, how his nuts throbbed against her thigh. And the ropes cut more brutally into her skin. Her body was buzzing with pain.
Delicious pain.
She screamed out again, telling herself to concentrate on the pain, not let it give way to pleasure. If they knew she enjoyed it even slightly, only God knew what they might do to her.
"Ahhh . . . that's better," Mike grunted, sliding in a couple of more inches of his iron-like prick. "Getting a little hot, aren't you, baby?"
As his cock thrust deeper, Jill knew he was right. Her cunt was fluttering now, molding itself around his thick, pulsating shaft. She could feel the thickness of his cock fully. His balls slowly slid up the inside of her left thigh.
"Almost all the . . . way in, honey," Mike said, pausing for a moment. He then withdrew slowly until just his cockhead remained inside her hole.
He took a deep breath and locked his mouth around hers. Jabbing his tongue inside her mouth, he slammed his ass down at the same time. "Mmmmmmmm!'' he groaned into her throat.
Jill felt as if her cunt were on fire. Pain riddled her guts like gnawing teeth. And she was aware of every hard inch of his cock as it stabbed completely into her body. Even some of the flesh of his nuts was inside her opening. The end of his shaft seemed to be pulsating right between her lungs.
It was so tight, so horribly good, she felt as if she had become a part of him, her cunt wrapped around his magnificent prick.
"Fuck . . . fuck me," she was horrified to hear herself cry out. She licked against his tongue, bit his lower Up. "Stick it to me, you bastard . . . screw me full of hot, big cock ..."
"Now that's much better," Mike said, grinning at her. He withdrew his cock and hammered violently back inside. His move caused another scream of anguished desire to burst from Jill's mouth. "Take it . . . take it all the way up to your fucking brains, whore."
Jill thought she must be going crazy, to enjoy this vile thing. To be thrown on a bed and tied up and savagely attacked by this monster. ' And his monster cock . . .
His huge cock was wonderful, pulsating, stretching her walls apart, filling her pussy totally. And as his cock slid through her oozing canal, she felt electric-like jolts of pleasure ripple toward the bas of her spine.
"Harder, you prick," she gasped, thrusting he hips upward to meet his downward punch. "Sere me . . . full of hot cum! Fuck me! All of you fuck me!"
She felt crazed, her hunger almost all-consuming. Then, thrashing about, she felt the first of many explosions fill her insides with release.
"Take it, cocksucker!" Mike growled, hammering in and out of her climaxing cunt with full force. His balls slapped noisily into the crack of her ass. "Goddamn you . . . bitch! Eat my cock up your pussy and suck on it!"
Jill began working with him. She flexed and relaxed her cunt muscles quickly, milking his cock, drawing him completely inside. And although the hairy root of his cock pounded between her fluttering pussy lips, it wasn't enough. She felt as if she could take a cock ten feet long.
"Fuck . . . fuck me," she panted, her forehead beading with sweat. Her heart was thundering, her tits heaving up and down, her nipples digging into the hairs of his upper body. "Cram it in! Godddd!
Fuck meeeeeee!"
As a thundering, savage orgasm swept into her pussy, she froze in total release. Then she began bucking and writhing so fast, she almost threw him off the bed.
"Jesus . . . fucking . . . Christ!" Mike gasped, unable to believe her reaction. Her pussy was like a caldron, a sucking mouth, eating him alive. "Sweetest hottest pussy ... I ever . . . screwed my cock in ... "
"Give . . . give it to me, you bastard," Jill finally yelled out when her orgasm subsided slightly. "Cum . . . I . . . have to have your cum, you mother fucker!"
"You're gonna get it, you little whore," Mike said. "In . . .in just a fucking second."
He felt his balls swell, then recede slightly. Then giving up an attempt to hold back the hard pressure to maintain the delicious waiting, he let himself go completely. Within seconds, his bubbling load burst from his balls and exploded into the root of his cock.
Jill could feel his nearing climax as his shaft jerked with quick vibrations. And just the thought of all that boiling cream spitting into her cunt was enough to renew her ecstasy. She began jerking and bucking wildly, trying to squeeze her hands out of the knots that held her. She wanted to grab his tight, hairy ass and shove him hard against her pussy. She wanted him to fuck her apart.
"Ohhhhhh!" she yelled, feeling the first, molten splatter of jism sear into her insides. It was even better than she'd imagined it would be. Thick and milky, his cum sloshed noisily around his thrusting shaft, then bubbled from her opening. "Fuck . . . meeeeee!" she shrieked, feeling ultimate, raw pleasure.
"Fucking . . . take it, whore!" Mike gasped, plowing savagely into her exploding cunt. "Every . . . goddamned drop and suck it up to your cock-hungry guts."
The room filled with the smacking sounds of flesh on flesh, their moans of satisfied release. They lapped at each other's tongues, molded their crotches together.
Finally, when the last of his thick cum-load had shot into her pussy, they fell limp. Between their legs, a cooling pool of cum lay on the sheets. The man's balls were glued to the crack of her ass from his spilled jism.
"Goddamn, baby! You ought to patent this little cunt of yours," Mike wheezed. "Fuck, you'd make a million dollars."
As Jill slowly came back to reality, she felt more than humiliated. She hated herself. Was there no end to her self-degradation?
"My turn," Andy said. "Get off, Mike, I want to find out what it's like."
"In a second," Mike said, squirming his ass around. "Shit, I could stay parked between these legs for a fucking week."
So now it was going to be Andy's turn, Jill thought. Would she react the same way? Would she begin screaming for him to fuck her faster, harder?
She watched Andy undress and felt a shiver of revulsion. Not at his body, but at her feelings. Yes, she probably would want him to fuck her faster, harder.
How could cock be her problem and answer all in one? she wondered.
"My turn," Andy said again, nearing the bed. "Get off. My cock is just aching to shoot off in that sweet little pussy."
As he stood less than two feet away, Jill got a good look at his prick. His prick, too, was thick and meaty, standing straight up, slapping his stomach. Surrounding it was a mesh of dark-red hair, the same color of hair that framed his square face.
"Okay," Mike said with a grunt. "But don't take all fucking day about it."
Jill lay back and waited, trembling with loathing and lust.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Want to kiss my cock a little?" Andy asked Jill as he straddled her middle. "Hmmmmm, baby? Like doing that?"
Jill looked at the man's huge prick and gasped. Her throat muscles tightened. Not from fear, but from hunger. Yes, she wanted his cock in her mouth, sliding down her throat, spitting out wads of hot cum.
Her lips slowly parted.
Andy held his shaft down with his right hand and inched the tip of his cock against her mouth. When he felt her warm, flickering tongue, he leaned slightly forward, moving his hand in back of her head.
Jill watched with growing hunger as the thick patch of Andy's reddish-brown crotch hair neared her nose. His cockhead was thick, squeezing against her tonsils, slowly moving down. She gave a muffled groan, lifted her head a little.
"Ohhh . . . shit," Andy grunted. "I'll fucking bet her pussy isn't half as good as this sweet cocksucking mouth of hers."
"I'll be goddamned," Jill heard the third man say. "She can take it all!"
"Mmmm-hmmmm," Jill murmured, nuzzling her nose into the wiry hairs of Andy's crotch. His prick was fully in her throat, pulsating like a puff adder. Another moan escaped her lips.
"Ahhhh . . . that's fine, baby," Andy said, moving his ass around so that his nuts rolled over her cheeks and chin. "Suck me good ... all the way in your mouth! Gonna give you a bucket of cum to lick on."
Jill looked from his crotch to his flat, muscle-rippled stomach, then to his chest. He wasn't as squarely built as Mike, yet he was just as powerful-looking. His muscles were long, sinewy, like coiled springs. She felt a shiver of pleasure, feeling him engulf her face and shoulders with his body.
"That's it, cocksucker," Andy whispered, letting his face drop against the headboard. "Take it all in! Really lick that tongue on it."
As he squirmed around, planting the full length of his shaft into her throat, Jill felt her pussy tremble with excitement. She wiggled her ass and thrust her hips upward, feeling the stinging sensations of cum rolling from her pussy opening.
"Mmmmmm," she gurgled, her eyes half-closing in hungry ecstasy.
Andy pushed his knees up farther, planting them in her armpits. He then held the back of her head with both large hands and began pumping his ass up and down, grinding his cock harder into her mouth.
"Lick it, bitch," he grunted. "Suck me off and get ready for a hot load of sweet cum."
When Jill thought about the rich wads of creamy juice that would soon be hers to eat, she felt her pleasure intensify. She began writhing about, trying to push her knees together, but the ropes held her. Her pussy felt empty, buzzing with hunger just like her throat.
If only she could have his cock in her pussy, she thought. It would . . .
Her cunt was throbbing, missing the demands of Mike's prick. She sucked harder, faster, feeling her entire body ache with desire.
Suddenly, a thought hit her. What would it be like to have two cocks! One grinding wildly in her pussy and the other stabbing her throat.
"Mmmmmm," she groaned passionately, feeling her pleasure reach the breaking point.
There were three men, why not three cocks! The third one fucking in and out of her asshole.
God, was it possible? Could a woman take on three men?
Jill felt deliciously wicked, even more hungry then before. She began lapping furiously at Andy's prick, gulping it fully into the back of her throat. As as the root of his prick stabbed between her lips, she licked out her tongue, darted the trip of it over the rough texture of his slapping balls.
"Aaaaghhhhhhh!" she spluttered, her body tightening, ready to explode with release.
"Like it, don't you?" Andy said, pumping his ass up and down with full speak. "Bet you just love sucking cock."
"Mmmmm-hmmmm," Jill said, her voice a muffle in his damp crotch hairs. Her orgasm built slowly, expanding her cunt. Suddenly, her loins felt as if they were in flames. She heaved her body upward, then held herself there while her climax peaked. She gave another yell of release, feeling her heart pound violently.
"Jesus . . . fuck," Andy groaned, shoving his full weight against her face. "Just like a hot pussy
. . . tight . . . hot, baby . . . suck ..."
As his pleasures mounted with lightning-like speed, he began hammering his cock brutally into her mouth. Soon, his ass was a fleshy, hairy blur. His stomach slapped her forehead with dull smacks. His balls flopped against her chin.
A few seconds later, he felt his cum-load boil, throb painfully inside his nuts. He tried to hold back for a little while longer, but it was useless. The way she was sucking, it was almost as if her throat were going to yank his jism out.
"Ready?" he gasped, relaxing the muscle at the base of his shaft. "You . . . ready for some . . . hot cream to lick?"
Jill was wild with hunger, and nothing would satisfy her but a deliciously thick lump of cum. She sucked and chewed on his prick like it was the last one on earth, running her mouth quickly up and down the slippery, rubbery surfaces.
A split-second later, her lips widened to engulf his throbbing shaft. Now, she thought. His cum was bubbling from his nuts and shooting up his shaft.
"Aaaghhhhhh!" she choked, feeling the first molten glob slap the back of her throat with delicious pressure. The fluid seemed to explode, sending a shower upward, where it boiled into her nose. When she screamed out again, twin streams of milky juice streamed from both nostrils.
"Suck me, cocksucker!" Andy groaned, jabbing his prick savagely into her throat, emptying more of his massive cum-load over her lapping tongue. "Eat it down and . . . and-unhhhh! Suck . . . eat!"
Jill gobbled on his jism as quickly as possible, but even her hungry mouth couldn't take all he had to offer. Soon the juices collected in her cheeks, under her tongue. Bubbling masses swept between her teeth, poured from the corners of her mouth. And even when thick strands oozed over her chin, he shot in more.
Another orgasm exploded in her cunt, sending rippling waves of pleasure upward, meeting the heat of his cum as it soaked into her stomach. Her entire body was alive with ecstasy, every cell burning, bursting. She gave low, gurgling moans, her body freezing as her pleasures peaked savagely.
"Every . . . fucking drop," Andy said finally, punching in the last of his cum. He fell against her face and squirmed his ass around. "Ohhhh . . . sweet fucking . . . Jesus," he gasped, crawling up on the bed slightly.
Although he was still, Jill kept lapping and chewing on his cock, savoring every glob of cum. Then, when he was dry, she spit his prick out and chewed into his cock hairs, collecting as many stray wads as she could.
If only her hands were free, she thought, I could scoop the rest of that juice into my mouth. It no would glide down my throat and . . .
"Ohhhhh . . . God!" she screamed, her body tightening. Another orgasm burst inside her cunt, almost without warning. She squirmed around, almost desperately, then fell limp. As she panted into Andy's crotch and kissed the side of his prick, she felt exhausted, empty of all emotion.
"You guys have to try this," Andy said a few minutes later as he pulled away from her face. "Best blowjob I've ever had. This baby will suck your brains out."
Mike looked at the other man in the room and shrugged his shoulders.
"You want her now?" he asked. "She's one fine lay, let me tell you that, Greg."
"No," Greg said, his voice unusually calm. "I want her all to myself. After you guys finish."
The tone of Greg's voice caused Jill to flinch. He sounded dangerous, evil. And of the three of them, he looked the meanest.
He had dark-brown hair, curly and tight against his head, and his face was lean. His nose was misshapen, probably broken a few times. Small nicks and cuts made his skin seem even rougher than it was. He sported a thick mustache that drooped over the corners his mouth. His body was lean and wiry, like a cat ready to pounce.
The most sinister thing about him, however, were his eyes. They looked dead, vampire-like, as if he could see into her brain.
"You sure?" Andy said. "There might not be anything left of her when we finish."
He and Mike both chuckled. "Well, you don't have to ask me twice," Mike said, moving to the bed. "But this time, I'm gonna doggy-fuck her." He reached for the ropes at Jill's feet, then untied her wrists. "You like that, too?" he asked her, flipping her over to her stomach and retying her arms and legs to the bed frame. "Big cock going in from the rear?"
"What can I say?" Jill said softly. "You're going to do it anyway."
"Damn right I am, baby," Mike said, stroking the cheeks of her ass. "Gonna really drill it to you."
He knelt between her legs and then eased the crack of her butt apart with his long fingers. He then probed into her shithole, burying his middle finger to the knuckle.
"Hey, you like a little ass action?" he said, his eyes glinting suddenly. "Ever had a big cock up your ass?"
Jill wanted to scream out with outrage, but she couldn't find the words. What was she? Just a piece of meat to them. She felt used and more humiliated then ever. She pulled against the ropes, but they held tight, cutting into her skin.
"Goddamn . . . you!" she spat.
"Hey, that's not a nice thing to say," Mike said, mock surprise in his voice. "I guess I'm gonna have to teach you a little lesson. Hey, Andy, get me my belt."
"No . . . don't!" Jill gasped. Christ, couldn't she keep her fucking mouth shut? "Don't . . . hurt me . . . please."
"Baby, I'm sorry, but I am going to hurt you," Mike said, taking the belt from Andy. "I'm gonna hurt you so . . . fucking good."
He wrapped the buckle end of the belt around his right hand, then swung the leather back and forth over her ass, letting the tip of it brush into her delicate crack.
When the belt touched her, Jill felt an electric-like jolt shoot up her spine. The mere anticipation of what he was going to do made her gasp with fear.
"Please . . . don't ..."
The belt whipped through the air and slapped across her ass, leaving a red welt. Immediately, another slap, this time the tip of the belt snapping at her side.
"God!" Jill shrieked, her back arching so hard she thought her spine would crack. "It's . . . killing me, you bastard! Stop!"
"Hey, you're calling me names again," Mike cooed sadistically. "Gotta teach you some more lessons, I guess."
Mike began smacking the belt against her ass savagely, his eyes glistening with pleasure as she jerked and writhed with pain. Finally, he threw the belt off to the side of the bed and lunged forward, holding her ass cheeks with his hands.
"Take it, you little whore," he spat, drilling his cock into her asshole with one, hard thrust.
Jill thought the belt had hurt, but it was nothing compared to the searing, burning sensation of his big prick slamming into her shitter. His cock felt as big as a baseball bat, completely rearranging her guts.
"Ooooffff!" Air wheezed from her lips. She inhaled quickly, then gave a long, silent scream of raw anguish.
"Screw it . . . sweetheart," Mike grunted, crushing his body down on hers. His prick was fully planted inside her ass, his balls dangling over the bottom of her cunt. "Ohhh . . . shit fucking yes! Fuck it up your butt ..."
"No . . . don't ..." Jill gasped weakly.
"Oh . . . yes," Mike said, biting the back of her neck. "Now you hang on, little girl, and get ready for a fucking that will keep you fucked."
He lifted his ass, letting his cock slide out of her shitter, then he plunged his rock-hard shaft back inside. When the root of his cock stretched her opening to the breaking point, he kissed across her shoulders, then to her armpit. After leaving it glistening with his spit, he nuzzled his head under her body and gulped her right tit into his mouth.
Jill couldn't believe it. Her ass was on fire with pain, but her tit was bathed in delicious pleasure. It was like being on fire and freezing at the same time. She didn't know whether to beg him to stop, or beg him to continue. It wasn't necessary, however. From the way he was sucking on her tit, he had every intention of fucking her to pieces.
"Goddamn . . . this is good," Mike grunted, beginning a slow assault on her shitter. "Fucking tight as a coke bottle ..."
The pleasure of his tit-sucking melted downward, seemed to inflame her asshole, loosen her muscles. A few seconds later, it made penetration easier, even nice.
Jill threw her head to one side and gave a choking groan, hating herself for letting it happen again. Her insides began to swell, flutter deliciously. Pain and pleasure mixed, then became one sensation.
"Big . . . cock," she grunted, biting her lower lip until she tasted the salty flavor of blood. "It's . . . tearing my ass apart ..."
"Gonna ream it out," Mike gurgled, rolling her nipple over the roof of his mouth. "Mmmmmmm, fucking load you up with a gallon of hot cum ..."
Jill shivered with delight, just thinking about his boiling wads of cum. And, as her anticipation became nearly a demand, she looked over to where Andy sat watching them.
"Let me suck your cock while he fucks me," she said, her eyes widening with ecstasy. "Get . . . over here . . . please ..."
"Wow, she sure is one cock-hungry bitch, isn't she?" Andy said with a grin, only too happy to oblige her.
When he sat beside her and turned his body slightly, Jill gobbled down his half-hard cock, sucking it fully into the back of her throat. As she bit into the wiry, red-brown hairs, she felt it pulsate to life.
"Mmmmmmmm," she groaned passionately. It was even better than she thought it would be, having two pricks at the same time. God, all that sweet meat!
"Fuck it, baby," Mike said, spitting her tit out and again kissing the back of her neck. "Suck and fuck us dry ..."
She began working with him, jerking her ass up and down to meet his savage strokes. And each time his prick jabbed into her hole, she sucked down on Andy's shaft.
Within a matter of seconds she thought her insides would explode. Her pussy was burning, twitching so hard she could feel the steamy juices of her body ooze from her opening.
"Mmmmfff! Mmmmmfff!" she gurgled, munching into Andy's hair crotch, letting her throat muscles lock tightly around Andy's massive shaft.
Suddenly, a wave of orgasm swept into her body so powerful that it almost blew the top of her head off. She bucked and writhed wildly, then froze as it peaked, sending spasms up and down her spine.
"Jesus . . . she is a dick-hound," Andy grunted, crushing his crotch against her face harder. "Would you look at her eat on my prick. Fuck! Gonna suck my cock right off!"
Jill moved her head away and let Andy's prick flop against his stomach. She then looked from one man to the other, her eyes wild with desire.
"Shoot off at the same time," she begged. "I ... I want it that way. Please . . . cum . . . together . . . mmmmmmmm!"
With her last word, she gobbled back down on Andy's cock, then jerked with another flash of climax.
"We can do it together if ... if he goes right now," Mike grunted. "I . . . I . . . Unhhhhhh . . . fuck it, whore! Right up your sweet ass!"
"Shit!" Andy cried out, feeling his cock explode with warmth.
Jill thought she would faint from the pleasure that burst inside her body. With both men thrusting their cum-loads into her at the same time, it was almost too good to believe. Soon, pleasure bordered on pain, crossed the threshold and back again. She worked her throat and ass muscles until they burned with exhaustion, finally absorbing every drop of their jism.
Finally, when they were dry, she went limp, her chest heaving with satisfaction. She no longer cared if she had been humiliated, violated. Nothing mattered but the delicious, relaxing sensations that seemed to melt her guts. She licked her cum-stained lips, and even forgot about Tony for a few minutes.
"Okay, my turn," she heard Greg say from the other side of the room.
Again, a chill went up her spine when Jill heard the sound of his voice. It seemed to cut into her brain like a sharp knife.
"You're not going to mess her up bad, are you?" Andy said.
"Maybe . . . maybe not," Greg said, giving her a wicked-looking smile.
Jill flinched. Mess her up? What did they mean? Then she realized that anything was possible with these men. She suddenly wondered if she would get out of this thing alive. Or when he'd finished, would she even want to be alive.
"You two go out and get some beer or something," Greg said, slipping out of his jeans. "I think I want to have her alone."
"I'm not kidding," Mike said, getting into his jeans. "I want some more of that when I get back, so don't mess her up."
"Yeah," Andy agreed.
After Mike and Andy had gone, Jill looked at Greg and wondered just what kind of man he was, and what he had planned for her.
After all, what else could he do that hadn't been done? She had been raped in the mouth, the pussy, the asshole, even beaten with a belt.
What else could he possibly do?
Plenty, she would say later.
CHAPTER NINE
"Wha-what are you going ... to do?" Jill stammered, then flinched when Greg touched her back.
"Do?" he said, moving his fingers across her shoulders tenderly-too tenderly. "Why, baby, I'm going to hurt you. Didn't you know that?"
Jill jerked against the ropes, hoping against hope that they would give. If only she could break free, she could run from the room, escape what she felt was certain doom.
"No," she said, her throat tightening. "Please ..."
Greg ignored her pleas. He began fumbling with the knots at her wrists and ankles. He then yanked her to her feet.
"Oh, baby, you're gonna scream with pain," he said, holding her by the hair of his head. He kissed her hard, bruising her lips. "And when I say pain ... I fucking mean pain, you little cocksucker!"
He slapped her across the face, then slammed her up against the far wall. While she lay there dazed, he quickly wrapped a length of rope around her wrists, then jerked her to her feet. He threw the end of the rope over a rafter in the cracked ceiling, then tied it to the radiator in the corner.
"Ouch! God ... it hurts!" Jill gasped, feeling as if her arms would be pulled out of their sockets. Her toes were just barely touching the floor.
Greg tied her right leg with another piece of rope, then her left leg. These he attached to the bed frame and to the handle of an old trunk full of motorcycle parts.
"You like spread-eagle fucking?" he asked, admiring his work.
Jill couldn't even talk. Every nerve in her body throbbed with agony. It was like being put to the rack. Her body felt tight as a drumhead, stretched to the breaking point. The slightest move caused jolts of raw torture to explode in her body.
"Now, to keep you from screaming the fucking house down, I'd better shut that little mouth of yours," the man said, grabbing a dirty-sock.
He jerked her mouth open and thrust the sock inside until her cheeks bulged. Jill gave a muffled cry, but it was impossible to spit it out. It tasted of sweat, making the back of her throat rumble with vomit.
"Nice tits," Greg said, moving his fingers over her upturned tits. "Firm . . . ripe ..."
Jill looked at him with wide, terror-filled eyes. He was insane, she thought. He had to be!
He stepped away from her and fumbled in the battered trunk where the end of the rope was tied. Withdrawing a pair of pliers, he again approached her. The metal tool glinted in the amber light of the room.
Jill choked back a sob when she saw the instrument. In his hands, it looked deadly, an instrument of torture.
"Sweet . . . tits," Greg whispered, lowering his face to her chest. His tongue encircled her rose-colored nipple, then he sucked it in. "Mmmmm-mmm . . . sweet," he gasped.
Jill would have enjoyed his warm mouth on her tit, but the cold metal of the pliers against her right arm was all she could think about. Slowly, he moved the pliers toward her right breast, then opened the serrated jaws.
"Aaahhhhh!" she screamed, her voice lost in the material of the sock in her mouth.
The tiny jaws slipped around her nipple. Slowly, they began closing. Again she screamed out, flinching as the coolness of the metal turned into fiery pain.
Greg clamped the pliers shut, and at the same time bathed her other breast with gentle, soothing strokes of his tongue.
"Mmmmmmm . . . like it?" he murmured, moving his right hand down to her pussy. He rubbed into the puckered opening, then tugged on her clit. "Hmmmmmm?" he whispered. "You . . . want me to fuck you now?"
Jill couldn't believe the sensations that swept into her body. Half of her was on fire, raw with agony, the other half subjected to his hungry sucks, his gentle probes into her pussy. There was nothing she could compare it to.
She inhaled quickly, pulling the sweaty flavor of the socks into the back of her throat and yelled out again. The pain in her right breast was building horribly. The room seemed to spin, grow dark. She then sighed with relief, knowing that she was about to faint. Unconsciousness would remove the horror, the torture.
But just when she was about to black out, he loosened the pliers and kissed across her chest. He took the bruised nipple between his lips and licked it tenderly. She immediately felt her mind clear. And the relief from the anguish of the pliers was so great that she felt almost grateful to him. But not for long.
While he licked her injured tit, he switched the pliers to his right hand, then slowly moved them up to her left breast. Jill flinched violently, knowing now what was in store for her.
The silvery jaws moved around her nipple, came closer together. The tip of her nipple bulged, turned bright red, then a mottled purple.
A spasm of pain riddled Jill's body, even worse than before. Perhaps it was because of the totally different sensations she was experiencing. The pleasure that surged around her right breast only made the agony of her left even worse.
The jaws tightened more, almost meeting.
"Mmmmmmmffffff!" Jill screamed, her voice thundering in her brain.
She tried to, but she couldn't faint. An eternity of agony passed. Then suddenly, numbness. Her head fell forward and she choked into the sock.
Greg dropped the pliers to the floor and cupped both breasts in his hands. He then kissed back and forth, taking each nipple into his mouth and bathing it with his warm spit.
"Now for a good fucking," he whispered, thrusting his hips forward.
Jill's mind was such a blur, she was hardly aware of when he jabbed his cockhead violently into her pussy. But when the rest of his shaft gouged inside, she became fully aware of his cock size.
His cock was just as long as Andy's and Mike's, but twice as thick. She looked down between her breasts and saw the massive root. It looked as big around as her arm. Her pussy opening stretched until she thought it would snap.
"Mike was right," Greg said, licking from her breasts to the hollow of her throat. "You do have a sweet . . . hot little pussy."
As he fucked her a little harder, plunging the entire shaft deeply into her cunt, he moved his hands to her ass cheeks. Then each time he stabbed forward, he exerted pressure against her backside.
"Take it," he grunted, his lips moving over her chin, to her mouth. "Fuck my hard dick in your guts, baby."
Jill was so relieved not to be in pain any more that she was glad to do anything he asked. She began sucking and pulling on his prick with her cunt muscles, bathing the plunging shaft with warm, oozing juices.
Greg kissed her lips, then lifted his right hand, pulling the sock out of her mouth. After flinging it to the floor, he thrust his tongue into her mouth.
Jill gave a groan of pleasure and licked over his tongue. The tingling sensations in her pussy made her gasp with increasing delight.
"Fuck me, you prick," she said, squirming her ass around. "Stick that big cock in my cunt and ream it out!"
"Take it, slut," Greg said, punching forward with his full weight. "All the way up . . . here . . . bitch! Unhhhh ... up here!"
With the mixture of pain that the ropes caused and the enormous pleasure racing in and out of her cunt, Jill suddenly felt her orgasm swell her insides. She began jerking and writhing, then froze as the convulsions of release riddled her guts.
"Aieeeeeeee!" she screamed with hungry lust. "Fuck . . . fuck . . . fuck meeeeeee!"
Greg pounded into her climaxing cunt with everything he had. In a few moments, he felt the pressure inside his balls become almost unbearable. Then, when his cum-load burst into the root of his cock, he grabbed her thighs and yanked her body upward. When the juices of his cum steamed into the back of her cunt, he lowered her again.
"Ahhhhh . . . fuck it, bitch! "he growled, every muscle in his body flexing. "Screw it all my . . . cum! Eat it up your snatch ..."
Jill experienced one climax after another until her body jerked in a constant state of excitement. Finally, giving a last heave, she went limp. Her head fell to her shoulder and she gave a low, throaty groan of pure satisfaction.
"Mmmmmm . . . all of it," Greg gasped, thrusting in the last of his jism. He held himself against her body for a long while, then slowly pulled away. "Yeah," he said, shaking his head, "one fine . . . pussy."
While Jill hung there, she could feel the churning wads of cum stream from her cunt opening. The jism collected on the insides of her thighs, then plopped to the floor in a cooling mass. She looked down, feeling her throat constrict with hunger.
Greg noticed her glance and smiled.
"Want to eat that stuff off the floor?" he asked.
"Yes," Jill said meekly. "Would you untie me?"
"Sure," Greg said, doing exactly that. When he had finished, he pushed her to the floor and pressed her face into the cum. "Lick it, you cum-sucking slut," he ordered.
While Jill wallowed her tongue into the silvery fluid, gulping it down, her mind was working furiously, trying to think of a plan of escape.
Yes, she had rather enjoyed the torture, being tied up and fucked, but something told her that was only the beginning. And she remembered Mike's words. He had warned Greg not to mess her up.
What he'd done was just a prelude, she knew, of certain disaster. Perhaps real physical damage, even death.
"Want some more?" Greg asked, spreading his legs and jutting his hips forward. "Hmmmmmm? Right from the source?"
"Do you have to tie me up?" Jill asked sweetly. "I want my hands free."
"Why's that?" Greg asked, giving her a suspicious glance.
"I want to hold that little butt of yours when you blow your wad in my throat," she said, licking her lips with her pink tongue.
"Okay," the man agreed, "and then we can get down to business."
Again, the tone in his voice sent a chill up and down Jill's spine.
"Well, open up, baby," he said, guiding the tip of his cock between her lips. "Better suck me good, too, or I'll have to . . . well, we won't talk about that right now."
Jill sucked his cock into her mouth and pursed her lips tightly at the base. Then swirling her tongue around the rubbery surfaces, she stroked his tight, hairy ass.
"Ahhhh . . . that's pretty good, you little cocksucker," Greg grunted, placing his hands behind her head. "Lick it all the way down your cum-loving throat."
Jill knew if she gave him a good suck job he might be caught off guard. But what could she do? She quickly looked out the corners of her eyes, searching for a weapon of some sort.
Nothing, damnit!
She gobbled up and down his shaft, feeling the base of it begin to jerk. She raked her nails into the crack of his ass, pressed him harder against her face. Again, her eyes darted around the room. The ropes lay there. Still tied to . . . The trunk of tools, where he'd gotten the pair of pliers. There would be something there, she thought.
She let her hands move from his ass to the backs of his thighs. Carefully, she inched back a little, letting her knees slide over the gritty floor. She pressed her fingers into his thighs.
He moved forward slightly.
Jill sucked furiously, gobbling up and down his shaft, jabbing her nose into the crotch hairs.
She slipped her knees back a little more, inch by inch. She pressed his thighs again. He moved with her.
"Hey, you really go after a big cock, don't you?" Greg grunted. "Just love the fuck out of sucking me off ..."
"Mmmmm-hmmmm," Jill gurgled. She was most within reaching distance of the trunk. Just a little more. A few inches.
"Suck it, slut," Greg grunted, increasing the pressure behind her head. "I . . . I'm almost fucking there! Gonna blow your throat open with hot . . . cum ..."
Jill felt his cock expand, ready to shoot off. She jerked as if climaxing and pulled her head back. At the same time, she grabbed the backs of his thighs.
"Ohhhh . . . fuck . . . lick me . . . now!" Greg moaned, stumbling forward about a foot.
When the first, molten splash of cum hit the back of her throat, Jill jerked her mouth away and reached into the trunk.
"Wha-what the fuck!" Greg said, his face contorted with a mixture of surprise and ecstasy.
"You bastard!" Jill screamed, pulling out the first thing she grabbed. It was a hammer. She raised it under his horrified expression, then slammed it down on his right foot. "Bastard!" she screamed again, hearing the dull crunch of bones breaking.
Greg fell forward, knocking her to her side. He grabbed his foot and curled into a ball, screaming out with pain.
Jill quickly got to her feet, took the hammer and hit him upside the head. He then twisted strangely and fell face forward, then rolled to his back. A thin trickle of blood oozed from his temple.
"I hope I killed you, you sonofabitch," she said, lifting the hammer again, should he try to get up.
It was more than obvious he wouldn't get up for hours. And even then, he would walk around dazed for a long time.
With her heart thundering in her throat, Jill reached for her clothes and began dressing. When Mike had torn them away he'd made a mess of them, but she didn't care. All she wanted to do was get the hell out of his crazy place.
Dressed, so to speak, she looked down at Greg's unconscious form. Then she giggled. His cock was still throbbing slightly, and his middle was covered with thick strands of cooling cum.
Feeling triumphant and wicked, Jill knelt over him and lapped up the fluid. She then tilted her head back and swallowed.
All the while, she kept her hand wrapped around the hammer, her eyes on Greg's face.
"Mmmmmm, pretty good, you little prick," she said, standing up.
She started to leave, then stopped. Slowly she turned and walked over to where he lay. A cruel grin formed on her lips.
"Take . . . that!" she cried out, kicking him savagely in the side. "Oooffff," Greg grunted, hardly moving. Jill would have liked to stick around and tie him up, as he had done her, and maybe shove those pliers up his ass, but she thought better of it. Mike and Andy might return at any time.
And she'd better get out, while the getting was good.
She dropped the hammer and made for the door. "Going somewhere?" Mike said, meeting her face to face.
Behind him was Andy, holding a case of Coors beer.
"Hey!" Mike said, looking at Greg. "What the fuck did you do to him?"
Mike then grabbed her, and after Andy came inside, he slammed the door.
"Okay, baby, now you're really asking for it," Mike said, his voice quivering with anger.
Jill's body went limp in his arms. All was lost. No telling what would happen to her now, when Greg came to. She was as good as dead.
"Oh, Tony, Tony, Tony!" she moaned, hardly aware of what she was saying.
Mike flinched and pushed her away, looking into her tearing eyes.
"Tony?" he" said quickly. "Tony . . . who?"
When she told him, both he and Andy went pale beneath their tans.
"Get the fuck out of here," Mike said, shoving her toward the door.
Like an animal who had miraculously escaped a trap, Jill shot them a bewildered glance, then darted from the room. When she heard the door slam, she thought she heard Mike say something about Tony, but she wasn't sure. Now she was going to get out of there as fast as she could.
"Tony's old lady?" Mike had said. "Christ, if he finds out what we did, we're dead. We'd better get the fuck out of here."
Jill raced from the building and tripped down the steps. With her heart pounding in her throat, she shot toward her car and quickly got behind the wheel. After locking the door, she leaned forward, resting her forehead against the cool plastic and began sobbing. It took her almost ten minutes before her shaking hands could get the keys in the ignition.
Later, soaking her bruised body in a hot tub, she tried to clear her mind of Tony. No man was worth that much, she thought. She would just have to forget him.
And life would go on. Somehow.
She dressed and went to work, hoping the pet shop would occupy her thoughts.
CHAPTER TEN
After feeding the animals and locking the front door to the pet shop, Jill went into the back room to balance her books. She worked with the figures for almost an hour, then sat back, closing her eyes.
All that had happened to her in the past couple of days seemed unreal, almost as if she had seen it on television, or read it in a book.
Now, she was back in her own world, the one she knew best. She could hear the chattering of the new parrots, the white German shepherd growling at the kitten someone had left outside the shop, the tinkling of the silver bell outside the parakeet's cage.
She let her hands fall to her lap as she leaned back in the swivel chair. She flinched suddenly as her fingers brushed against the mound of her pussy. Immediately, her memory was stirred with thoughts of Tony.
No, she wouldn't think of him, of any of that.
Her fingers idly began swirling around, moving up and down the indentation of her cunt crack. A few seconds later, she felt her panties stick to her cunt opening, becoming damp with her oozing juices.
"Oh . . . Tony," she murmured, closing her eyes.
She slipped her hands under her skirt and brushed her fingernails over the soft texture of her silk panties. The pressure inside her pussy began building dramatically. She gave a soft, gurgling moan as she slipped her fingers under her panties, touched the glistening, blonde hairs.
Without realizing it, she began working her index fingers in and out of her hole, feeling her insides pucker, steam with pleasure. She spread her legs a little wider and increased the motion of her fingers.
A slow, aching orgasm burned into her cunt, then flamed her insides with warmth. It was an empty feeling, giving her more agony than relief.
"Ohhhh ... a big, hard . . . juicy cock," she gasped, flinching with the memory of all that meat that had been pounding inside her recently. "I ... I want to get fucked so bad . . . "
While she masturbated even faster, feeling the ache become almost too demanding, she again was aware of the sounds in the shop. That crazy monkey must be in heat like herself, she thought.
She jolted to an upright position, feeling her heart in her throat. It wasn't the monkey cage rattling. It was too loud. It was the front door.
But she'd locked it!
She head footsteps, then saw a long shadow fall across the open door of her office.
"Who-who's there?" she called out, finding the courage to speak at last.
No answer.
She got up from the chair with leaden feet and pulled her skirt down. She heard a noise.
"I ... I said, who's there?" she called out again, taking a cautious step toward the door.
The man's chuckle was unmistakable, but it took her several long seconds to react.
It was Tony!
Now, faced with seeing him again, she didn't know what to do. Part of her felt rage that he had broken into her shop, another part wanted to rush out and throw herself into his arms.
Stupid, that's what you are, you bitch. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
"Why, hello," Tony said, moving in front of the doorway and leaning on the jamb. He looked at her for several moments, a cruel smile playing at his lips. "I heard you were looking for me," he said finally. "How'd you find out where I lived?"
"The police," Jill said weakly, feeling her knees go weak.
"The police!" Tony said sharply, flinching. "You got this place staked out or something?"
"What if I do?" Jill said casually. "It would serve you right to go to jail. You know that."
"I've been there before," he said, almost smugly.
"I know," Jill said, suddenly thinking of his stepmother, how he'd almost killed her. Then something in her made her want to reach out, take him in her arms and hug him like a small child. "I ... I read all about it," she added.
"Oh, so you're gonna try to, uh, understand me," he said sarcastically. He took a couple of steps inside the office, his pose menacing. "But I don't want an understanding woman," he said. "I want some more of that sweet pussy of yours."
Take me, you bastard, Jill's mind screamed. Put those rough hands on my body and violate me. Tie me up, let me feel the ropes cut into my flesh, burn up and down my arms. Let me have that huge cock pumping thick loads of boiling cum inside my pussy.
"You'll have to take it," she said evenly. "I don't give it to just anyone."
My God, what grade-B movie did she hear that line from? She almost giggled.
"So I hear," Tony said, his eyes coming to life for the first time. "You put Greg in the hospital, you know that?"
"He's lucky it wasn't the morgue," she said, cool as a cucumber.
Tony stared at her for a long while, almost as if seeing her for the first time. Finally, he said, "Why did you try to find me?"
"I ... I really don't know," Jill said, licking her lips. Why did she? Seeking out her rapist! God, what an idiot!
"Was it for this?" he asked, pulling her into his arms. He bit down on her mouth and thrust his tongue brutally between her teeth. As his kiss became more demanding, he ground his crotch against hers. "Hmmmmmm?" he whispered into her throat.
Jill felt his meaty cock just inches from her oozing cunt. She tasted the heady flavor of his warm spit. She shivered in his hard embrace.
"Yes," she gasped. She raked her nails over his wide, muscular back. "Goddamn you . . . yes!"
She ran her fingers up to the back of his head and ran them through his hair. She then pulled back and looked into his eyes. Unlike the first time she had seen him, there was a little warmth in his gaze.
"You're different somehow," he said suddenly. "Not at all the chrome-plated bitch I thought you were."
"No, I'm the same," she replied. "It's just now I know what I want. I didn't, before I met you."
"And what exactly do you want, sweetheart?" he asked, his smile fading, replaced with a cruel smirk.
"You know," Jill said, her words barely a whisper.
Tony placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her brutally to her knees. He then took out a long piece of clothesline from his back pocket and quickly tied her hands behind her back. He ran the end of the rope around her neck and gave a savage tug.
Pain riddled Jill's body as she felt the rope grind against her flesh. Instead of agony, however, it was delicious. And his thick mound of his cock was just inches from her face. Already she could smell the heady aroma of his hard, masculine body.
"Suck me off," Tony commanded. "Pull down my zipper with your cock-eating teeth and lick my dick into your throat."
Jill was so stunned with what was happening she couldn't react. She knelt there, her eyes dull, her mind a blank.
Tony yanked on the rope, causing it to bite into the skin of her neck.
"I said suck me, you fucking cocksucker!" he growled, punching his hips forward.
Jill opened her mouth and bit the zipper tab. She then pulled it down. Immediately, his rock-hard cock sprang out like a coil, slapping the side of her face. Oh God, it was even more beautiful than she remembered. Long and meaty and thick and . . .
"Mmmmmm," she groaned, lapping the purplish head of his cock.
The flavor of dried piss and cum stung the back of her throat like acid. Her quivering throat seemed to form a vacuum, pulling him farther inside. She moaned again when the loose foreskin pulled away from his cock, letting the satiny texture of his prick head move over the roof of her mouth.
"Ohhhh . . . fucking Jesus," Tony grunted, humping forward, drilling the entire slab of his cock into her mouth. "God . . . baby, I haven't been the same since . . . then. I've missed this sweet mouth and pussy of yours."
Jill was barely aware of his words. Nothing seemed to matter to her but the fantastic pressure of his cock nudging into her throat. Already her pussy was throbbing wildly, puckering so hard that her clit drew inside her canal.
"Aaaammmmm," she murmured, grinding the tip of her nose into his dark-brown crotch hairs.
"Lick it, you cocksucking bitch!" Tony growled suddenly, almost as if he were ashamed of being so tender a moment before. He yanked on the rope, cutting off her air, smiling as she flinched with raw pain. "Chew it, whore . . . suck my big dick and gargle down my hot cum."
Jill began working on his prick with increasing speed. Soon, she was thrusting her head back and forth hard. Her forehead was slapping against his stomach. Her chin was stabbing between his throbbing, swelling balls.
Suddenly, as she felt an oozing, acid-like drop of fluid spew from his pulsating cockhead, her orgasm swept violently into her guts.
"Mmmmfffffffff!" she choked, freezing for a second, then gobbling up and down as if she wanted to eat his entire body.
"Jesus . . . fucking . . . God!" Tony cried out. Her mouth was like a milking machine, practically yanking his balls into her throat. He had wanted to make this last a long time, but it was useless to fight the aching pressure inside his nuts.
Jill's climax peaked, filling her entire body with savage warmth. And when she thought it would be impossible to get any better, it did, ten-fold. The back of her throat was suddenly splattered with thick, greasy wads of cum, "Aaaaghhhhh!" she screamed, locking her lips firmly at the root of his expanding prick.
"Eat me, cocksucker," Tony panted, grinding his hips around, yanking on the rope around her neck. "Lick down every . . . fucking . . . drop! Eat me alive, you mother fucking cocksucker ..."
Jill gulped down the bulk of his load, savoring every sweet wad. And as it inflamed the back of her throat, soaked into her stomach, she purred like a satisfied kitten over a bowl of cream.
"All ... of it," Tony said finally, gouging in the last of his juices. He held her head against his crotch for several moments, then pulled back. "Okay," he panted, "now to get you out of those clothes."
Dazed, Jill watched as he yanked off her blouse, then her skirt. As the material tore, revealing her naked body, she again felt her energies return.
After she was totally naked, he stepped back and looked at her body. His cock began throbbing again. He tore out of own clothes and stood before her, his muscles rippling with building passion.
"God . . . you're beautiful," he said, his eyes moving over her blonde hair, her firm, upturned tits, the delicate patch of corn-colored hair between her legs. "Just .... perfect." Her emerald-green eyes burned into his own, saying everything.
He wrapped the end of the rope that held her wrists around her chest, letting it squeeze into the flesh of her tits. He then attached it to the knot at her back.
"Gonna doggy-fuck you, baby," he said, pushing her down on the floor with his foot. "Fuck you 'til you bark ..."
He then grabbed a leash from one of the storage bins attached to the wall beside the door. It was made of leather, about a half-inch wide, with an adjustable, jeweled collar. He quickly slipped the collar around her neck and pulled against the leash, drawing out the slack.
Jill felt deliciously wicked when she felt the leather cut into the flesh of her neck. She writhed around, her wrists throbbing with pain from the tight ropes. Her tits were squeezed by the rope.
"Fuck . . . fuck me," she groaned out, her pussy buzzing with mounting excitement. "God . . . shove that big, hard cock up my pussy and blow it full of cum."
As she said the words, he knelt behind her and spread her legs violently. He jabbed his fingers upward, drilling them into her snatch, then squeezed her clit.
"God!" Jill screamed, bucking with a delicious mixture of pain and pleasure. After diddling her cunt for a few moments, Tony yanked back on the leash and thrust his hips forward. His prick missed at first, sliding over the small of her back. He pulled back, then held his shaft down with his left hand. This time, his cockhead fucked savagely into her burning cunt entrance.
Even before the full length of his shaft pierced her pussy, Jill's insides exploded with convulsions of raw, total release. She threw her head to one side and screamed out like a dying panther.
"Yesssss!" she hissed, her voice weak as her ecstasy culminated with anguished throbs.
"Screw it, you little bitch in heat," Tony said, pushing his body forward. "All the way up your hole and fuck on it."
His move caused Jill to fall forward. She somehow managed to get back to her knees and crawl toward the open door. Each time she moved forward, he humped against her ass. Soon, they were through the door and in the main part of the shop.
At first the animals reacted with loud chirpings, barks, restless behavior when they saw them. A few moments later, however, they were still, almost respectfully, as if they were watching some ancient rite.
"Fuck it, whore!" Tony cried out, hammering his cock in and out as he slammed against her body once more. "Right up . . . here! Unh . . . fucking take it . . . here!"
While Jill crawled forward, she began working her ass around, using her pussy muscles to suck him fully inside. Her orgasm had melted to a dull throb, but was beginning to flame once more.
"Fuck me, you bull stud!" she cried out, her body flinching under his savage screwing. "God, Tony, your cock is so good! Mmmmmm, hard and hot and . . . and . . . fuck it to me . . . ream put my pussy!"
When they were in the middle of the pet store, Tony suddenly fell forward, crushing her beneath his huge, hulking frame. He tightened his grip on the leash around her neck and shoved his knees up behind hers. He then began pounding in and out of her pussy with full force, his mouth on the back of her neck.
"Almost . . . there," he grunted. "Goddamn you, baby! I'm gonna blow my cum out your ears!"
"Give it to me, you bastard!" Jill moaned, writhing beneath him, squirming her ass around. "I ... I can't take it any . . . more! It's too . . . good!"
Suddenly her insides became riddled with the most fantastic sensation she'd ever experienced. It hit her with such savage force that she actually thought the top of her head would blow off. Then, as the ecstasy built to a level of burning pain, she went limp.
Her orgasm sucked around Tony's cock, drawing him completely inside. Seconds later, he felt the churning masses of cum inside his balls spit into the root of his massive, throbbing cock.
"Shit ... I ... I can't hold back!" he gasped, his face contorting with agonized ecstasy. Every muscle in his body flexed, beaded with sweat. "I . . . I . . . Unhhhhhh!" he groaned out, his cockhead exploding with creamy warmth.
When Jill felt his cum jolt into her guts, her orgasm renewed itself. It burst quickly, causing her cunt walls to flutter, spasm with electric-like pangs of release.
More of his jism poured into her cunt.
"Give it to me . . . all of it!" she begged, throwing herself up, almost knocking him off. "On . . . on your . . . back! Let me ... I want to ride the rest of . . . it!"
Tony got to his knees, pulling her with him, then fell to his back. As he lay there, holding onto the leash around her neck, he spread his legs and humped his hips up and down.
"Ahhhhh!" Jill yelled out, bracing herself with her knees. She began riding her ass up and down, sucking his exploding cock in and out of her boiling pussy. Again she screamed, feeling the delicious fluid slosh noisily down his shaft and ooze over his balls.
"Take it all, you cocksucking whore!" Tony panted, watching his prick stab in and out of her churning box. "Christ . . . fuck me like this . . . forever ..."
Jill thought her pleasures never would stop. Each time she sucked his cock into her pussy, the sensations got better. Soon, she was in a constant state of orgasm, aware of every cell in her body as they throbbed and exploded.
Finally, she crushed her full weight down and squirmed her ass around over his stomach. She held herself there for a few moments, then fell forward, her face hitting his right foot.
"Tony, Tony, Tony," she murmured, more satisfied than she could imagine.
Tony's chest was heaving, his eyes half-closed with subsiding ecstasy. He tried to speak, but then he grinned and shook his head, waiting for his breathing to become easier. When it did, he reached up and rubbed his fingers over her smooth, satiny back.
"You're not going to tell me why you tried to find me?" he asked softly, kissing the back of her neck.
"Oh, I don't know," Jill said playfully. "I . . . I guess I wanted this. Mmmmmm, this big cock of yours."
"I . . . I'm not like other men," he said, a warning in his voice. "I ... I have a lot of problems I have to work out still."
"You mean . . . because of your stepmother?" Jill asked.
"What did she do to you?" she wondered aloud.
"You don't want to hear," he said, his voice hard again.
"No," Jill said. "I do. I really do."
He told her, reluctantly. His words came slowly at first, then he talked so fast she could barely follow him. His stepmother had tied him up, invited her friends over and they had tortured him. Used burning cigarettes on his body, other tortures. From the age of nine to fourteen, he had almost accepted it as a normal existence, hardly questioning the woman.
When he was older, and his muscular frame filled out, he could no longer take the humiliation. He had reacted violently, almost killing her.
"But you don't have to lash out at all women," Jill said, turning her head and looking at him.
"Oh well, what do you care?" he said, ashamed that he'd told her so much. He'd never told anyone before, not even the court-appointed psychiatrist.
"I care a lot," Jill said. "Maybe too much."
"What do you mean?" he asked, wary. "Why'd you go to the police?"
"To find you," Jill said. "I ... I needed you. The cop was a friend of mine. I didn't go to the station to report you. I just . . . well, I had to find you. Something about you made me feel ... oh hell, complete."
"You don't want to get mixed up with me," Tony said, gently pushing her off. "I ... I have some pretty strange needs."
"And thanks to you, I have some pretty strange desires," Jill laughed.
"You mean . . . you didn't mind this?" he asked, lifting the leash. "The hurt?"
"As long as it was you doing it," Jill said.
"You mean ... a real lady like you could be my ... I mean, we could ..."
"I'll be your lady on a leash," Jill said, grinning. "For as long as you want me."
For the first time since he was fourteen, Tony touched a woman with tenderness.
Jill flinched, almost as if he had slapped her. She then turned and crawled between his thighs. Slowly, their lips met.
"I'll be anything you want me to be," she whispered into his mouth. "Anything at all."
"My lady on a leash," he smiled, embracing her hard.
Their bodies molded together, two halves making a whole.
