Outwardly, most Americans maintain the strait-laced middle-class look that belies the social ferment behind closed doors.
There is the secret use of drugs, fed by the marijuana syndrome. There is the river of alcohol flooding from door to door under the euphemism of social drinking. Then, of course, there is the advent of sexual fantasies brought to life.
SPREAD-EAGLED WIFE is the story of one young housewife, Donna, who gradually discovers some startling and perverse fantasies she is desperate to play out. Her story is a mirror of a way of life behind many closed doors. No facade, no regrets. Indeed, to Donna, her behavior and fantasies become a norm.
SPREAD-EAGLED WIFE-a novel of fiction for entertainment. A page from our restless society as food for serious thought.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Donna Henderson's cunt tightened with pleasure, causing a few drops of fuck fluid to burn into her golden-blonde pussy hairs. Her emerald-green eyes flashed a darker color, and her sensuous lips curved in a hungry smile.
"Fuck me with your big prick," she whispered, arching her back. She ran her blood-red nails into her patch of furry cunt hair, scraped along her sensitive, quivering membranes. "Hurry ... Hollis." She looked at her husband's naked, muscular body. "God, I've never wanted a cock so bad in my life."
Hollis knelt at the foot of the bed and grasped both her ankles in his large hands. He then spread her long, lithe legs and bent her knees. Slowly, he pushed upward, almost rolling her into a ball.
"I'm gonna have a little picnic first," he said softly, lowering his face to her steamy patch of cunt hair.
Donna rolled her head around, letting the silky masses of her shoulder-length, corn-colored hair slide over her cheeks. She thrust her pink tongue out and ran the tip of it over her parted lips. And even before her husband made contact with his mouth she could already feel the first tinglings of orgasm.
"Sweet ... pussy," Hollis murmured, nuzzling his nose into her slick cunt hairs. He thrust his tongue forward, fucked the tip of it inside her pussy. "Mmmmm, hot and wet and so fucking good ... "
Donna flinched, then pushed her hips upward. At the same time she constricted her cunt muscles and trapped his tongue inside. His tongue was rubbery and wet, almost like a limp cock or an exploring snake.
"Chew me," she begged, reaching around her thighs. She dug her nails into his broad, heavily muscled shoulders, then scraped to the sides of his neck. "Sweet Jesus ... fuck me with that tongue, you bastard."
Hollis burrowed his face fully between her legs, then lowered his right hand to her ass. While he fucked his tongue in and out of her burning cunt hole, he moved his index finger over her shitter opening.
"Want it this way?" he gurgled, plunging the full length of his finger up her ass.
"Oh, yes!" Donna screamed, her eyes closing with a passion that almost bordered pain.
She began working with him, sliding her hips around, flexing her muscles, using her hands to push his face harder against her quivering cunt.
Hollis braced the backs of her thighs with his left forearm and dropped his hand to her pussy. Using his fingers and thumb, he pulled the loose folds of flesh away from her cunt, exposing her tiny, rock-hard clit. He then bared his teeth and sank them into the base of her throbbing clit. The effect was immediate.
Donna threw her legs wide, arched her back until she thought her spine would snap, then threw her thighs around her husband's neck. After locking her ankles together at his back, she began rocking quickly back and forth.
"All the way, you prick," she begged, her face turning ashen with desire. "Screw it in ... like a sweet, big cock ... fuck me. Eat me ... all the way, bastard ... "
As she spoke the last few words, her climax boiled from the back of her cunt, then exploded around his fucking tongue. Her lungs burst with a raspy, gurgling scream of pure ecstasy.
"Baby, baby, baby," Hollis murmured, fluttering his tongue around her climaxing pussy opening. "Suck my tongue with your hot pussy."
After her climax had peaked violently, he pulled his tongue from her hole and kissed lower. He then removed his finger from her ass and fucked his tongue into her asshole. Donna yelled again as her climax renewed itself.
"Fuckkkk!" she wailed, twisting to one side, then throwing him to his back. She buried her knees in his armpits and crushed herself down on his face. "Faster ... goddamn you faster ... "
While his tongue lapped in and out of his mouth, she quickly pumped up and down, letting the tip of his tongue slide from one fuck opening to the other. Finally, the pleasure became almost unbearable and she collapsed, moaning into the sheets.
She hadn't popped her nuts like that in ... how long was it? Months, at least. But then, he hadn't shown so much interest in a long time.
Until tonight, they both had been resigned to a quick session of fucking, then falling asleep. Thank God he'd come up with that idea for separate vacations.
At first, Donna had scoffed at the idea. After ten years of marriage, you just don't go off alone for a week. She couldn't even remember what she used to do when she was single.
And now, a whole week in Florida, while he took his vacation in California. And no restrictions.
"What do you mean ... no restrictions?" she had asked, almost frightened, when he'd said it.
"I mean, you do what you want, and I'll do what I want," Hollis answered. "Shit, baby, we've got to do something to put some life back into this marriage."
Donna had to think about that one for a while. No restrictions. Did he mean he was going to fuck other women? And she was free to look at other men without wondering what he thought about it?
Look, shit. Fuck other men!
What would it be like to get fucked by a different cock, she wondered. To have a perfectly strange man, fucking his prick in and out of her cunt.
Then she began fantasizing. She would be lying on the beach, her skin tanned, sweaty. A shadow would fall over her form and she would open her eyes behind her sunglasses, and standing there would be a Greek god hunk of young man. All muscles and handsome and with a big mound of crotch, and ...
Just thinking about it almost made her cunt explode. Sure, she'd daydreamed about things like that-all women do-but to have it actually happen!
Seven days, alone in Florida. Jesus, she could fuck a different man every day. Hell, maybe even two a day. When she came back to Texas, her pussy would be raw from fucking.
And no restrictions also meant that he would be doing the same thing. She wondered how many different women would be thrashing beneath him in a week's time.
For some reason, the thought didn't make her jealous at all. The reverse, in fact. He was so handsome, so muscular, and it made her feel good that he was man enough to please a lot of women. She knew what they would be getting. A foot of hard, throbbing cock and wads of molten cum ...
"Fuck me!" she gasped, pulling away from his face. "Show me how you're gonna fuck all those California girls."
"I think I'll just let them all blow me," Hollis laughed.
"Mmmmm, like this?" Donna said, squeezing her knees between his legs.
She grabbed his cock and pulled the tip of his prick toward her open mouth. She gulped the entire slab of prick into her throat and munched her lips into his coal-black, wiry crotch hairs.
"Ooommmm," she gurgled, inhaling the musky aroma of his body.
"Oh ... shit, I don't think any lady can suck like you can," Hollis grunted, placing his hands behind her head. "God, I love it the way you can take it all ... "
Donna loved it too. She especially loved the way his cock vibrated against her tonsils, and the way his balls crushed against her chin.
She clawed into his hairy, muscular thighs and twisted her head around. Slowly, she lifted her head until just his cockhead was between her teeth. She darted the tip of her tongue under his loose sheath of rubbery foreskin.
"Mmmmm, so big and hard," she groaned. "I could suck you right into my stomach."
Her words turned into a gurgle of pleasure as she once again sucked to the thick, hairy root of his cockshaft. She held herself there until she thought her lungs would explode from a lack of air, then quickly lifted her head.
"Up and down, baby ... real fast," Hollis said, beginning to pump his hips. "Gonna fucking blow my cum out your ears."
Cum. That was another thing. What would another man's cum taste like? Or did it all taste the same? Thick and creamy and ...
No, when the shadow fell across her at the beach, she would ...
No, it would be at night, in the moonlight. And she would ... feel ... his presence. She would then get to her knees and pull down his bathing suit. When his monstrous cock flopped out, she would take his prick into her mouth and suck greedily.
It would swell like an angry puff adder, completely filling her mouth and throat. And her teeth would pull back the foreskin, revealing the purplish-colored, rock-hard head. And then his cum would splatter into her throat.
"Suck it, cocksucker," Hollis said, feeling his loins tighten under her assault. "That's the way ... all the way down ... use your teeth, too ... yeah, just like that ... lick around my balls ... "
Donna bobbed her head up and down so quickly that her blonde hair swept around her face like a fiery halo. And each time the end of his prick banged the back of her throat, she felt her cunt quiver with increasing pleasure. She just hoped she didn't climax until that moment when his jism bolted from his cock, pouring into her throat like creamy acid.
"Goddamn ... you motherfucking cock-sucker!" Hollis grunted suddenly.
He bent his right knee to support himself, then turned her to her back. Just as she had done him before, he planted his knees into her armpits and pushed his full weight against her face.
"Almost ... there!" he gasped, every muscle in his body tightening. "So ... sweet ... like a pussy ... I'm fucking ... "
Donna didn't know he could be so rough, and she loved it. His huge, hulking frame was over her, pounding her senseless. And even the pain added to her pleasure.
"Mmmmffffff!" she choked, feeling her climax tear in and out of her cunt like clawing fingers.
Before her orgasm peaked, she got her wish. His cockhead exploded, causing a flood of cum to melt over her tonsils. His climax was so powerful, so intense, some of the juices even spurted upward, behind her nose. With the second lightning-like glob of cum, twin streams of jism seeped from her nostrils.
"Suck ... bitch ... lick my cock dry!" Hollis barked, humping up and down. "Jesus ... fucking Christ ... eat me ... chew on it ... suck, you cum-loving whore!"
When the bulk of his load had splashed into her throat, Donna grabbed his hairy ass with one hand. With her other, she forced the toes of his left foot into her exploding pussy.
"Aaaghhhh!" she spluttered, her climax peaking savagely, warming up every cell in her body. She gave another gurgling groan, then stabbed her middle finger deeply into his shitter opening.
When Hollis felt the pressure of her finger and felt her assault grow more intense, he let himself go completely. She was so small, so fragile, he had always before treated her like glass.
Not now.
He wanted to fuck his cum-slinging cock right in her skull.
He wanted to pierce her, make her hurt, and make her beg for his cock at the same time.
Donna wanted sex to hurt. The pain only made it better, made her fully aware of his two hundred and twenty pounds of solid muscle.
The wiry hairs scratching her flesh, the sounds of their bodies smacking together.
In two days would some other man be on top of her like this? Would his cum be boiling from her lips, sliding across her cheeks like melted butter?
The man would be a blond. All bronzed and sweaty, and he would ... make her do it. He wouldn't ask. He would throw himself on top of her body and demand that she suck him off!
The idea caused another electric-like jolt of pleasure to spasm the inside of her cunt. Her pussy opening puckered around his toes, drew him farther inside. She gave another choking scream of pleasure, sending a frothy mass of cum into his black crotch hairs.
"Shit, that's it!" Hollis groaned, punching in the last of his jism. He fell against her face and squirmed his ass around. "Goddamn ... just keep it in like this."
Donna kept licking and chewing until his cock was dry. When she was certain she'd eaten out every precious, silvery drop, she squirmed her head sideways, letting his cock-shaft slip from her mouth. She then lapped at the stray globs of cum in his prick hairs, the milky drops that clung to his balls.
"Roll over," she whispered, pushing against his stomach. "I want to make sure I got it all."
When Hollis got onto his back, Donna gave him a warm bath with her tongue. After his cock and balls glistened with her spit, she pushed his legs up and kissed the entrance of his hairy asshole.
"I want to lick you all over," she murmured, biting at his sensitive flesh.
"Go ahead," Hollis said softly, stroking her shoulders. "Do anything you want, baby ... I like it all ... "
"And you can do anything to me," Donna said, caught up in her pleasures.
"Anything?" Hollis asked quickly.
Oh, Jesus, Donna thought quickly, I don't want to put a damper on the evening. But she knew what Hollis was going to ask her.
He wanted to fuck his big prick up her ass. She'd tried it a few times as a favor to him, but she just couldn't enjoy it. Getting ass-fucked hurt like hell!
No, worse than hell.
She remembered lying beneath him, and even when he fucked her slowly, she felt like a baseball bat was up her shitter. She could still feel the grinding, burning pain shooting up between her shoulder blades. Her ass just wasn't made for his huge cock.
"Gonna let me fuck your ass?" Hollis asked, a mixture of longing and disappointment in his voice. "Please?"
"If you go slow," Donna said, lifting her head from between his legs. "God, you know what it does to me."
"Oh, wow!" Hollis exclaimed, his eyes flashing with new desire.
He knew she hated ass-fucking, but when he fucked into her tight little ass opening, it was like fucking a teenaged virgin. If only she would learn to relax ...
Trouble was, he always got so excited that he started thinking with his cock. Then he started fucking her ass a little too rough.
"Slow, OK?" Donna said, moving to her stomach and slipping her knees under her body. "You just don't realize how huge you are."
When Hollis saw her firm, rounded mass of ass, his brain fogged like it always did. He just couldn't help himself. She was so pretty, and, on her knees like that, he could reach around and fondle her dangling tits, kiss across her back, take the nipples between his teeth ...
His cockhead pushed against the tiny crack of her ass when he knelt between her legs.
"Wait," Donna said quickly, reaching between her legs and grasping his cockbase. "You'd better slick me up first, you'll rip me apart."
Take it easy, take it easy, Hollis told himself. Most of the time you can't get this far. But he knew that in California, things would be different. He could find a lady who really liked rough ass-fucking.
He reached around her side and cupped her furry, slick mound of cunt. After fucking his fingers in and out of her pussy hole for a few moments, he slicked up her asshole with her cunt juice. He smeared some of the fuck fluid over his cockhead. Again, he pushed the tip of his prick against her asshole.
Donna hoped none of the men in Florida wanted to do this. Why couldn't men be satisfied with a blow-job and a fucking?
It just hurt like hell to have twelve inches of prick up her ass. And his cock was as big around as her wrist. She wouldn't shit right for a week!
"Now?" Hollis asked, leaning over her body. "Can I fuck you in the shitter now?"
Donna closed her eyes and slowly nodded her head up and down. Maybe if she thought of something else, perhaps her trip to Florida.
She would be lying on the beach and this man would walk over and ...
Hollis fucked her asshole.
"Godddddd!" Donna screamed, gritting her teeth in pain.
CHAPTER TWO
Donna's asshole seemed on fire, and her husband's cockhead had barely penetrated her ass. Because of the horrible pain, her entire body tightened, making it even worse. Her throat closed around a burning scream.
"Jesus ... this is so fucking good," Hollis said, leaning forward. He kissed the back of Donna's neck, then ran his lips to her right shoulder. "Just like the time I poked out your sweet, young cherry."
No, Donna thought. That wasn't anything like this. On that night, she had been apprehensive, but also eager to relinquish her cherry to the man she loved. Sure, there had been a grinding sensation, then a slight tearing, but after that, pure ecstasy. Her pussy had molded around his throbbing cock, sucked his prick farther inside her body. With his prick up her ass, his cock was like a cattle prod covered with sandpaper.
"Ohhhh ... Christ!" she grunted, digging her fingers into the sheets. It got worse, as if some clawing animal were trying to get inside her body. "Is ... is it in ... yet?" Beads of sweat rolled from her forehead to her cheeks.
"Almost," Hollis lied. He had another good six inches to go. "Just relax, sweetheart. That's your problem. Just relax ... "
While he cooed in her ear, he slipped in another two inches. He felt her flinch. He stopped all movement, then licked his tongue across her shoulder, to her armpit. Slowly, he nibbled toward her dangling tit and took her rubbery, pink nipple between his lips.
That part was good, Donna admitted. She never tired of him sucking on her tits. But the rest of it ...
Christ, how was it possible for anything to be so wonderful and so horrible at the same time?
She tried to think of something-anything-else. The trip to Florida, lying on the beach, ready to take on her second cock.
She wouldn't give any of the men a chance to ask her to do this. She would suck and fuck them dry! Still, she felt it was her fault that she couldn't please Hollis in this way. But what girl could? His prick was enormous!
"There," Hollis gurgled, feeling his crotch hairs against the crack of her ass. "All ... inside ... how is it, baby?"
"Fine," Donna answered, her word a spitting sound of pain. "Just do it ... slow."
To her amazement and pleasure, Hollis didn't begin rabbit-fucking her like he had before. Instead, he began slowly fucking his cock in and out. The pain lessened slightly and his cock became a little more slippery. She felt her muscles relax a little.
"Shit, baby, you don't know what this does for me," Hollis murmured, biting now at her tit. "Your little shitter is like a pussy and mouth combined."
When he increased the speed of his fucking, Donna waited for the pain to return. Although it didn't, the tremendous pressure was still there. She knew then she could endure it, perhaps even hate it a little less.
"Hurry, so you can fuck my pussy," she whispered, relaxing even more. She could feel his cock lying against the top of her cunt tube, pressing into her sensitive flesh. "Mmmmmm, I want it up my pussy so bad I can taste it."
She had to admit that, in a way, it was rather nice fucking like this. She was fully aware of his cock's tremendous size. In fact, she felt as if his prick was right up between her lungs.
"Gonna fuck you now, baby," Hollis said, almost a warning. He pulled his body back and spread her legs a little wider. As he looked down at her smooth back, he began fucking his cock in and out of her asshole. "Like ... this!"
"Unh! Unh!" Donna cried, feeling her insides burst with a mixture of pleasure and pain.
"Screw it, whore ... up your fucking ass and lick it all the way in!" Hollis said, his eyes flashing with an almost sadistic expression of desire.
Donna could almost see what it must look like. His gigantic slab of cock was fucking in and out so quickly that his prick was a meaty blur. And his balls were swinging between her legs like a lewd pendulum.
In and out ... grinding ... fucking ... screwing savagely ...
"Ohhhh ... God, please," she whimpered, trembling with agony. "Hurry ... it's killing me ... "
As she said the last couple of words, she felt his cockhead begin to balloon. Her agony would soon be over. When his cum shot into her guts, the cream would make his cock slippery, make his prick fuck in and out easily. She began working with him, to hurry him up.
"Fuck me!" she panted, rocking back and forth. "Give it to me, you bastard! Screw in your hot cum and fuck me ... "
"Ohhhh ... shit ... take it, slut!" Hollis cried, freezing for a moment as his cum boiled from his balls. "Take it ... fucking ... now!"
The first gush of cum was like a soothing lotion for Donna. Again all pain was swept away. She gave a long, gasping moan, then collapsed beneath him.
Hollis grabbed her shoulders and heaved forward, pumping his ass up and down wildly. With each swift stroke, he pounded more lumps of cum up her shitter. Then, when the bulk of his load showered her insides, he squirmed around. His balls crawled into the crack of her ass and throbbed against her delicate flesh like a hive of angry bees.
To Donna's astonishment, she felt her cunt jerk with life. It wasn't exactly an orgasm, more like the pleasure she got when she diddled herself as a little girl. She began squirming beneath him, clawing at the sheets.
"Fuck me ... goddamn you ... fuck me!" she gasped, pushing her ass upward.
When she did, she felt a warm stream of cum ooze from her shitter and melt toward her cunt crack. The second the fuck juices rolled over her pussy opening, she climaxed.
"Yessss!" she hissed, throwing her head back and biting the side of his neck.
Hollis gave another three hammering fucks to her asshole, then crushed his full weight against her body. He slipped his hands under her upper body and pulled her tits out from under her. He ran his mouth toward her right nipple and sucked like a contented baby.
"Mmmmm, that was good," he murmured. "You don't know just how good, baby."
Well, Donna thought, it might not have been good, but at least it wasn't horrible. Maybe with a little practice I could get used to it.
No, no. It just wasn't worth it.
"OK, you've had your fun," she said, pushing against his body, "now give me mine. I want that big, hard cock of yours fucking my pussy."
"Mmmmm, let's just lay here for a little while," Hollis said, not moving.
Reluctantly, Donna didn't insist. Not until her pussy started grinding, aching, that is.
When her pussy did, she turned, pushing him off.
"I want to get fucked now, you big bastard," she giggled. "Fuck me like you're gonna fuck all those California cunts."
"Then I'll just fuck your ass some more," Hollis chuckled.
"Well then, fuck me like I want it," Donna countered. "Right up my cunt."
Hollis slipped his prick from her asshole, then sat back on his haunches. When Donna turned to her back and spread her legs, he let his eyes move over her body.
Jesus, he thought, she's almost thirty and still has the figure of an eighteen-year-old girl. Her tits were full, ripened, but still taut, capped with rose-colored nipples. Her waist was waspish, giving way to rounded, firm hips. Because her skin was so tanned, her blonde hair seemed almost white. Her emerald-green eyes flashed like sparkling jewels.
"So pretty," he said, feeling his cock throb with new hunger. "God, baby, I think you get more beautiful every day."
While he was looking at her, Donna's attention was on his monstrous cock. She never tired of memorizing the angles, the way his prick curved slightly. And rock-hard like this, his prick slapped his stomach gently.
"You gonna look all night?" she teased, reaching for his dangling balls, "or are you gonna fuck it to me, you big stud?"
"Don't you worry, baby, I'm gonna fuck it to you like I never have before," Hollis said.
While he spoke, he grabbed her legs and pushed her knees up to her tits. He then dug his toes into the sheets and humped forward. The tip of his iron-like prick fucked into the slick, frothy hole of her cunt, separating her pink pussy lips.
"Ohhhh ... now this is what I like!" Donna cried, wiggling her ass around. "All the way in, you prick. Fuck it right into my guts!"
Hollis looked down and watched his cock penetrate her cunt entirely. Some of the flesh surrounding his balls even slipped into her puckered pussy opening. He held himself there for a few seconds, then slowly withdrew. His cock was glistening with her fuck juices, reflecting the amber light in the room.
"Like it, don't you?" he said, his voice hoarse with lust. "Just bet you're gonna fuck your eyes out when you go to Florida, aren't you?"
"If you don't want me to, I won't," Donna said.
Feeling the way she did right now, she didn't care if she ever fucked on that vacation. She could stay like this with him for an entire week.
"Hell, I'm not gonna be selfish," Hollis laughed. "Just so long as you come back to me, I don't care if you let a few other guys in on what I'm getting every night."
This is more like it, Donna thought. She could rest and think about her trip, close her eyes and pretend it wasn't her husband, but some strange man fucking her. If it was going to be half as good as this, she would walk to Florida.
"Fuck me, you bastard!" she gasped, moving her ass up and down to meet his deft strokes. "Just ... like that ... all the way in ... I love your hot cock inside me ... fucking me ... "
"Screw it, you whore bitch!" Hollis grunted, caught up in hungry, animal-like lust. "Suck my cock with your pussy ... eat it inside and milk out my cum."
Donna reached up and grabbed his neck. She then pulled his face down to her tits. She moved her tits back and forth in a rocking motion, letting her nipples crawl over his parted lips.
"Suck my tits and fuck out my pussy!" she begged, arching her back. "Eat them ... chew them ... make it hurt so good."
Hollis gobbled down on her tits like a starving baby, rolling the nipples across the roof of his mouth. He then bared his teeth and sank them into her taut flesh. At the same time, he began fucking furiously in and out of her swollen cunt.
Each hard stroke of his cock gave Donna more intense pleasure. And she especially liked fucking this way, being held down, almost forced to fuck. It was the closest thing to rape she could imagine.
"Rape me," she said suddenly. "Make me do it. Make ... make me beg to be fucked."
Hollis placed his hands behind her knees and yanked her legs brutally apart, wishbone style. He then pounded his full weight forward, fucking his entire slab of cock deep inside her pussy.
"Like it, don't you, you cocksucking whore?" he gasped, withdrawing, then fucked back inside. "Bet you could fucking take on an army of men, couldn't you?"
"Yes ... God, yes, if they all had cocks like yours," Donna said.
Christ, wouldn't that be fantastic, she thought. To be lying on a bed while a line of men waited to fuck me. She would be covered with thick loads of cum, more than she could ever drink or fuck inside her. She could only smear the burning fuck fluid all over her body, bathe in it.
One cock after another ...
Big, hairy, muscular men, fucking her senseless ...
"Aieeeeee!" she screamed, bucking with a wild spasm of pleasure. "Fuck ... fuck ... fuckkkk meeeeee!"
Her thundering climax swelled her insides, then spat forward. It then played around her cunt opening like electric currents. And when she was sure it couldn't possibly get any better, it did. In fact, ecstasy soon bordered pain, then crossed the threshold. Still, it was delicious, more wonderful than anything she could imagine.
"Goddamn ... you're hotter than a fucking firecracker, bitch!" Hollis grunted. Her cunt was clamped like a vise around his throbbing prick, almost yanking it out by the roots. "Just ... just hang on, baby ... gonna poke you wide open ... "
With that, he plunged into her pussy with full force. He was now fucking as if in a rage, his ass bobbing up and down in a fleshy blur, his balls smacking against the bottom of her cunt.
"Yes ... God, yes," Donna yelled out, experiencing another tidal wave of pleasure inside her boiling cunt canal. "Harder ... faster ... screw me into a million pieces, you fucking bull."
Hollis wanted to hold back a little longer, but it was useless to fight the pressure inside his nuts. The swelling had turned into throbs of pain, almost like the time he'd fallen forward on his bike as a kid. He felt a rush of blood in his loins, then a burst of pure ecstasy.
"Now ... bitch ... fuck me ... now!" he cried, biting down on her mouth like a striking snake.
When his cum explosion jolted her insides, Donna's climax peaked savagely again. The pangs of pleasure seemed like nipping teeth against her membranes or like acid etching her flesh. Soon, every cell, each nerve in her body was alive with fiery release.
"Fuckkkk!" she shrieked into his mouth. She clawed at his back, leaving long, red welts on his skin. She gave out another scream, then cupped his ass, jabbed her fingers into the dark, hairy crack, forcing him harder against her cunt.
"Jesus ... fucking ... shit!" Hollis groaned, licking his tongue in and out of her mouth. "Screw me, baby ... load your sweet pussy up with a gallon of cum and fuck it ... "
Their bodies smacked together noisily for several moments, both giving, both receiving. Finally, Hollis pressed down on her body and released her legs. Donna went limp, her tits heaving against his chest.
"Christ ... the best," Hollis moaned, kissing across her cheek, to her ear. "Baby, I've really got something to look forward to when I get back from California."
"Mmmmm, me, too," Donna murmured, still enjoying the subsiding pangs of pleasure.
"Want to stay like this the rest of the night?" Hollis asked.
"Well, yes and no," Donna said. "I love it when you have your cock inside me, but I also like sucking you off. You have the sweetest tasting cum."
"That sounds just fine," Hollis said, rolling away. "I can take it as long as you can."
Donna felt an itch she couldn't exactly describe. She wanted to suck him, but different somehow.
"Make me suck you," she said, feeling her blood rise at the mere suggestion.
"Make you? How?"
"I mean," Donna began, not really knowing what she meant at all, "make me ... uh ... beat me up and make me."
"Beat you up?" Hollis said, his jaw dropping. "Shit, baby, I couldn't hurt you like that, I-"
"Just play like you are," Donna interrupted. "Maybe ... spank me, or something ... "
Her words inflamed Hollis with desire he found almost savage. He looked at her yearning expression for a few seconds, then jerked her across his lap. He looked down at her rounded ass, then slapped it full force with his right palm.
"Ouch!" Donna yelled, flinching. "That ... that hurt, you bastard!"
"You gonna suck me, you little tease?" Hollis said, hitting her again.
"No," Donna whimpered, caught up in their game. "I'll never ... ouch! Never ... suck you, you mean bastard ... ouch!"
Hollis began spanking her harder, more quickly. Soon, her flesh was red with the welts his fingers made. He knew she liked it, however, from the way her pussy was heating up against the tops of his thighs.
"Suck me!" he commanded, his voice a growl. "Beg me to let you have it, cocksucker-"
"OK, OK, I ... I will," Donna cried. "Just don't spank me anymore."
Hollis pounded her ass about five more times, then rolled her off to the floor. He then spread his legs and jerked her head into his crotch.
"Suck me dry, you cum-licking whore!" he ordered, shoving his cock fully into her throat.
Before his cockhead had even reached her tonsils, it exploded with sticky warmth. And when his fuck juices burned over Donna's fluttering tongue, her own climax shot into her cunt like a hammer blow.
They both screamed like cats on a fence.
CHAPTER THREE
Donna still had the taste of cum on her lips when they left the house for the airport. And her heart was pounding, not so much from how he'd practically raped her mouth just a few minutes before, but from the anticipated experience of vacationing alone.
"Well, California, here I come," Hollis said, getting into the car.
"And Florida, here I come," Donna laughed.
"I just wish my flight wasn't first," Hollis said, putting the car in reverse and backing out of the drive.
"I'll only have to wait about forty-five minutes," Donna said rather dreamily. "And anyway, one of us has to go first."
The drive from Mansfield to Dallas took about thirty-five minutes. After Hollis had checked their bags at the ticket counter of the airline, he parked the car in one of the extended-parking lots. Like naughty children, they walked back to the terminal, holding hands and giggling.
Later, Donna watched him go down the covered, tunnel-like gangplank to his flight, then sat back and waited for the plane to take off. She then walked to her gate to await her flight.
When the reservation clerk announced her flight, she gathered up her purse and made for the exit. Then a horrible thought hit her. Had Hollis given her back her ticket when he'd checked their luggage?
She tore open her purse and dug through the contents, spilling car keys, change and cosmetics onto the red carpet.
No ticket.
Now think, she commanded herself. He took her ticket, checked her bags, then gave her ticket back. He'd even mentioned it.
She had ... what had she done with it?
"Flight 261 for Miami now boarding," the voice on the loudspeaker said.
I took the ticket and we went to park the car. I put it in my purse and ...
No, Hollis had asked for a cigarette and she'd taken the ticket out of her purse to get to her cigarettes. She had placed the ticket ...
On the dash of the car.
"Final boarding call for flight 261 for Miami," the loudspeaker warned with a friendly tone.
What to do? Try to make a dash for the car, or get another ticket at the counter? She didn't even know where the damned reservation counter was.
Had she acted quickly, she might have pushed ahead of the line at the reservation counter, she might have gotten another ticket, she might have made her flight.
In her confusion, she didn't.
Instead, she watched her plane move away from the gangplank and taxi out to the runway.
Finally calming herself, she waited her turn in line and asked about another flight to Miami. There was one, and an empty seat, but not for six hours.
"Well, thanks, I'll go back home and wait," she said dejectedly to the clerk.
"Thank you for flying Braniff," came the response.
Shrugging her shoulders, Donna turned and exited the terminal, made her way to the parking lot.
Thirty-five minutes later, she pulled into the driveway to the right of their house and parked the car.
"Six goddamned hours," she said to herself, getting out of the car. "That'll blow my first day in Florida. Six miserable ... fucking hours!"
Had she not been so upset, so angry, she might have heard a scrambling sound inside the house. She would have been warned and not opened the door.
As it was, she walked into her living room and into the arms of a man.
"Hey, back so soon?" Tony Farrow said, grabbing her shoulders.
Tony Farrow and his motorcycle gang had seen Donna and Hollis just a short while before as they were riding down the street. It was a perfect setup. They had been burdened with suitcases, and the gang would have a couple of days, at least, to loot the house. Perfect setup. The house was nestled at the end of the street, away from prying neighbors, surrounded by trees.
"What!" Donna gasped, dropping her purse. "Who ... who are you?"
"I thought you were taking a little trip," Tony said, ignoring her question.
"I was, but I forgot my ticket and ... what the hell business is it of yours?" she spat.
"And your husband?"
"He went on to Calif-I mean, he'll be here in a few minutes," Donna said.
"Yeah, I'll bet," Tony laughed. "This setup is better than I figured." He looked at Donna's voluptuous figure. "Clean you out and get some sweet, strange pussy in the bargain."
Donna was too stunned to reply. They were going to rob her! He had said something else, but in her terror and confusion, she hadn't heard, or maybe she hadn't wanted to hear.
"Let me see that ticket," Tony said, grabbing the paper she held in her right hand. He looked at it for a few moments, then laughed. "So that's what's happening. You and your old man splitting up? He's off to California and you to Florida. Naw, just separate vacations, huh? You two looked so ... cute when you left."
Boy, did I step in it this time, Donna thought. Told him everything. They were going to rob her blind and she couldn't do anything about it.
"Hey, fellas, look what we got!" Tony Called, looking over his left shoulder.
To Donna's horror, she saw two other men and a woman enter from the direction of the kitchen.
"You guys go ahead and see what you can find. This little baby and I are gonna do some serious fucking right now," Tony said, then looked back at Donna's horrified expression.
"No," she said softly, her voice losing control.
"Oh, yes, sweetheart," Tony said, crushing his mouth against hers. "Gonna rip your little pussy apart."
Only after his probing tongue was inside her mouth for a few seconds could Donna react. When she did, she jerked her knee up into his crotch. Since he was so tall, she didn't quite connect, but her action made the man fling her to the floor. His face turned purple with rage.
"You goddamned cunt," he said evenly. Then he kicked her with his boot. "You could have made it easy on yourself, but now ... "
"Wha-what are you going to do?" Donna stammered, her eyes bulging with pure terror.
"I'm gonna fuck you to pieces, and then when I'm finished, my buddies are gonna take over. We're gonna fuck you so much, you'll never want to look at another cock as long as you live."
"Please ... please, don't," Donna begged, trying to crawl away. "Take anything you want, just leave me ... alone, please ... don't hurt me ... "
As she looked at him, she couldn't help but notice how handsome, how muscular he was. And he was blond, a hulking giant just like she'd fantasized about. Only this wasn't a beach in Florida, and she didn't want to be fucked by him.
And that vision of Florida had been gentle, sweet. This was a mean, dirty-looking biker. There was nothing gentle or sweet about him. Her thigh still throbbed where he'd kicked her.
"Hey, let's all fuck her," one of the men behind Tony said. "You ever had three big cocks at the same time, little housewife?"
Donna choked with revulsion. This was really happening. It wasn't some joke. They were going to fuck her!
Like a cornered animal she crouched, then sprang for the door. Tony's boot caught her in the stomach, knocking her sideways. She fell against the coffee table, upsetting a stack of magazines and an ashtray. Her head hit the carpet with a dull thud.
"Let's go, baby," Tony said, grabbing her by the hair of her head. "I'm gonna fuck some of that spirit out of you."
"What about us?" the man standing in the kitchen doorway said.
"Fuck Carla," Tony said, indicating the girl standing next to him.
"Fuck you!" Carla spat.
"Please ... don't ... you're hurting me!" Donna gasped, crawling toward the man as he pulled harder on her hair.
"Come on, doggy-bitch," Tony laughed, leading her toward the bedroom. He whistled like someone calling a dog to his meal. "In the bedroom, baby." He dragged her behind him. "Chow time."
Donna heard the derisive laughter of the two men and the woman as she was pulled down the hall. Humiliation seemed to surround her like a damp, cold fog.
"Please ... take anything ... just leave me alone," she begged. "I've never done anything to you, why are you-"
Her words became a shriek of pain as he yanked her up to the bed and kicked her to her back.
"Shut up, bitch!" Tony growled, tearing at his greasy-looking jeans. "You make me mad and I ain't promising you'll come out of this alive."
Donna's protests froze in her throat as she watched him shuck out of his jeans, then his leather jacket. When he'd kicked off his boots and stripped his dirty socks off his feet, he tore his shirt open.
"You ain't ever been fucked unless you've been fucked by a biker," he laughed, enjoying the terror in her eyes.
For Donna, time seemed to stop. And in spite of herself, she couldn't help but notice the hard angles of his body, the way his throbbing, rock-hard cock stood straight up. His prick gently slapped his muscled stomach like an angry snake.
"Like my cock?" Tony asked, kneeling on the bed between her legs. "Most of the ladies just beg to suck it and fuck it."
Before Donna could reply, she felt his hands on her body. He ripped her clothing to shreds, then pulled against her panties. The seams gave, making her now totally naked.
"Hey, not bad. Not bad at all," Tony chuckled, looking down at the blonde-gold of her cunt hair. "Bet you have a little pussy like a snapping turtle."
Donna felt the steamy warmth of vomit at the back of her throat. It wasn't a nightmare, it wasn't a horrible dream. It was really happening. She was going to be assaulted, raped, perhaps even beaten!
"No!" she shrieked, raking her nails across his hairy, muscular chest. "You're ... not!"
Jesus, you do see stars, was her only thought when he hit her face with the butt of his palm. She fell back, unable to focus on his grinning face.
"You want to kiss it first, before I fuck you?" she heard a voice from a foggy distance. "Hmmmm, baby? You like chewing on dirty cock?"
Donna's body was numb, even her throat refused to respond. And when he crawled up on her body, she was only vaguely aware of the pressure. Something hairy tickled her between her naked tits.
Finally, she squinted her eyes and saw his cockhead. Thick and round, his prick was just a few inches from her mouth. The man had his knees in her armpits and was kneeling over her face, looking down at her with a hideous smile on his lips.
"Kiss my sweaty cock, bitch," Tony said, pushing his prick down with his right hand. He rolled the tip of his cockshaft over her lips. "Come on, lick out that tongue and tell me how much you like eating off bikers."
Donna locked her lips tightly and turned her head. She closed her eyes until her cheeks burned, to block out this horror.
"You'll have to come up for air sometime," Tony chuckled, pinching her nose shut. "And when you do, here's some hot cock to suck down."
Donna was powerless under his hulking weight. And there was nothing to do to ward off this humiliation, this horror. When she opened her mouth to breathe, he would plunge that monster in her throat.
No ... God, no! she thought.
Seconds passed and her lungs seemed to fill with fire. Still, she held back. Then, when she couldn't take it any longer, she exhaled, then quickly sucked in air.
Along with the precious air came his smelly, foul-tasting slab of cock.
"Aaaaghhhh," she spluttered, feeling her lips slide over the loose foreskin, down to the furry base. Again her air was cut off as his cockhead throbbed between her tonsils, then dug down her throat.
"Shit ... there ain't a pussy in the fucking world this good," Tony said, leaning forward. He withdrew a little, then fucked back down. His balls slapped her chin with a dull smack. "So ... fucking hot and tight ... suck me, cocksucker ... eat me down and gargle out my cum ... "
Donna thought she would choke to death under his savage assault. The worst part of it, however, was the utter humiliation and degradation. She was powerless to prevent anything he might get it in his mind to do. She remembered reading about things like this, but until now, they hadn't seemed real.
"That's good, baby ... all the way down like a fucking baby bird," Tony grunted. He began fucking his cock quickly in and out of her mouth while he held the back of her head. "Suck it ... you cum-licking slut ... eat me down and chew on it ... "
Donna thought she was going to puke and probably would have, but his enormous cock forced the vomit back into her stomach. His crotch was greasy and dirty, smelled of gasoline, sweat and dried piss. And his cock! Dank and filthy, his prick tasted gritty and foul.
"Mmmmffff," she choked, raking her nails over his hips, trying to push him away so she could breathe.
"Hold on ... baby, gonna blow your little mouth full of cum," Tony said, resisting her efforts to push him away.
The thought of having his cock in her throat was bad enough, but to have to suck on his jism! She knew, absolutely knew she would vomit when it happened.
She closed her eyes and waited for the inevitable-the horror of having her mouth fucked by this animal.
"Ahhhh ... so fucking nice," Tony groaned, slowing his movements slightly. He then sat back on his haunches, letting his ass crush down on her tits. His cock slipped about halfway out of her mouth. "You like it, baby?" He grinned, looking down at her face.
"Mmmm-unhhh," Donna gurgled, shaking her head.
"You will, don't worry," Tony said. "After we've fucked you for a week, you'll be begging for cock."
A week! What did he mean! Surely they weren't going to stay here the whole time and ... do that to her. Couldn't they just take what they wanted and leave?
"Oh, yeah," Tony said. "This is a perfect setup. All the pussy I want, and a lady to suck me off all night long."
Some of Donna's terror melted, replaced now with anger. How dare he? Even to think he could treat her like a slave!
Without thinking, she bit his cock savagely. Instantly, she regretted it, because he hit her again. This time the sound of his hand slapping her face echoed off the walls like a pistol shot. Pain burned down her spine.
"You try a fucking stunt like that again and I'll break your goddamned neck," Tony said, wincing with pain. "You read me, whore?"
Her eyes wide with pure fear, Donna nodded her head up and down.
"Now you suck me and you fucking enjoy it, bitch!" Tony commanded. "I want to hear you snort and gurgle like the whore pig you are. And while you're licking my dirty cock, I want you to finger-fuck my shitter."
Donna knew if she didn't do as he ordered he would hit her again, or perhaps even do something even more terrible. She began sucking on his prick greedily, then moved her hands to his tight, muscular ass. As her lips sucked to the hairy base of his prick, she fucked her fingertips into his greasy, hairy shitter.
"Mmmmm," she groaned, pretending she was enjoying it. She fingered his ass, lapped her tongue over the rubbery surfaces of his cockshaft. She gave another moan, closing her eyes.
"That's better." Tony grinned. "Now you just keep that up and you'll have lots and lots of cum to eat down."
Not only was she being raped, she was being forced to pretend she liked it! Christ, she couldn't imagine a greater humiliation.
Having a thick, dirty cock inside her throat, waiting to lick down his horrible cum ...
This blond, giant man. This biker, this monster ...
Clean him up, however, and he would look a lot like the man of her fantasy. He was good looking ... and all those muscles ...
What am I thinking!
"Suck me, slut ... suck me real good," Tony said, grinding fully into her throat.
When his crotch hairs scratched the insides of her nose and his balls throbbed against her chin, Donna felt a delicate flutter inside her pussy. It wasn't exactly pleasure, more like when she had to go to the bathroom real bad.
No, it was ... pleasure.
That fact horrified her more than anything else that had happened so far. Her body was betraying her!
The flutter turned into a small spasm, then a jerking convulsion. Her pussy became a cauldron, almost sucking air. She squeezed her knees together as if trying to push out the sensations, but it only made the feelings more intense.
She was going to have an orgasm!
"Mmmmmffff!" she cried, her voice lost in the thick growth of his crotch hairs.
"Now, cum-sucker!" Tony yelled.
When Donna felt his bursting cockhead send a shower of creamy warmth over her tonsils, her own climax riddled her guts. It was an aching release, both delicious and terrible at the same time. She spluttered, sending a shower of cum into his crotch and over his balls.
"All of it, whore ... every fucking drop," Tony said, pounding his ass up and down.
Donna drank eagerly, and while she did, she fucked her fingers harder into his shitter, pushing his crotch savagely against her face. Another steaming burst of climax tore in and out of her cunt.
"Uhnnnn ... there," Tony said at last, forcing in the last of his boiling cum. He held himself against her face, then rolled slightly to his side, pulling Donna with him. "How'd you like it?"
Donna was too stunned with her own responses to answer, even if she could. Her mouth was still full of cock and cum.
Had it actually happened? Did she really have a climax during this madness?
Yes, she had to admit that she did. And odder, it was like no sensation she'd ever experienced before. It had taken her by surprise, then thundered into her guts wildly. Before, when she'd had a climax, she felt satisfied, relieved. Now, however, she wanted more. It was like she'd only gotten a taste. She spit his cock out and began crying.
"No, no, no," she gurgled, sending a stream of greasy cum down to her cheek.
"What's the matter?" Tony said, looking at her evenly. "You gonna tell me you didn't like it?"
"I ... I hated it, you bastard," Donna whimpered. "And ... and I hate you."
"Now that's a pity," Tony mocked. "I was hoping we could be such close friends."
"If you're finished, would you get off and let me go?" Donna said a couple of seconds later.
"You kidding?" Tony laughed. "Baby, you can like it or not-I don't give a shit-but you're here for the duration and so am I."
Just then, one of the men who had come in from the kitchen earlier opened the bedroom door. He stood there grinning, eating a chicken leg.
"How's the cunt?" he asked, smacking.
"Try it on for size," Tony said, crawling off Donna's chest.
"Think I will," the man said, tugging at his shirt.
"Any more chicken in there?" Tony asked, getting off the bed.
"A little. Some beer, too," the man said, throwing his shirt to the floor.
Donna still couldn't believe this was happening. They were going to trade off, fuck her, and raid her refrigerator, drink her beer!
"And, Wayne," Tony said to his buddy, "don't hurt her ... uh, much."
"Naw," Wayne said, looking lustfully at Donna. "You won't hear a scream at all."
"Please ... God, please," Donna said, shivering with new fear.
"You ready for me, baby?" Wayne said, giving Donna a leer. His mouth was greasy from the chicken. "Hmmmmm? You ready for a real fucking, sweetheart?"
Donna watched with fascinated terror as he shucked out of the rest of his clothes. He stood about six-four and was built solidly, not an ounce of fat anywhere. His hair was a red-brown and curly. His face was a study in angles, and covered with scars. His eyes were so brown they were almost black.
Donna covered her tits, feeling more naked than she ever had in her entire life.
"Don't ... please," she begged, her eyes moving to his crotch. His cock was rock hard, standing straight up. "Please ... I'll do anything ... just don't ... "
Wayne walked over to the bed and gave her a smile. While he trailed his eyes over her firm, voluptuous body, he gobbled the rest of the meat off the chicken leg.
"Now what to do with this?" he asked, looking at the bone. "You got any place I can put it, sugar?"
Before Donna could react, her legs were yanked violently apart and he shoved the chicken leg between her thighs.
It was then Donna knew she had descended into a living hell.
CHAPTER FOUR
Wayne gouged the end of the chicken leg up Donna's cunt while he held her down with his left arm. His eyes were on hers, his jaw slack with animal-like satisfaction.
"Ever been chicken fucked?" he laughed.
Donna thought her mind would explode. Was there no end to their cruelty, their defilement?
The chicken leg entered her pussy like a hard cock, scraping over the sensitive membranes. Wayne left it inside her for a few seconds, then yanked it out. Then to her horror, he began licking on it.
"Hey, you got a real sweet pussy, you know that?" he said, grinning idiotically.
"You're ... insane," Donna said, shivering with revulsion.
"Try it," Wayne said, shoving the chicken leg into her mouth. "Now, ain't your pussy as sweet as I said it was?"
Donna wished she could faint to block out this madness, but if anything she became more alert. She choked on the bone, trying not to swallow. It was her own fuck juices inside her mouth.
"Now you just lick on it like it's a big cock while I fuck you," Wayne said, rolling her to her stomach. "You chicken-suck and I'll doggy-fuck."
Donna tried spitting out the chicken leg, but he held it inside her mouth with both hands. At the same time, he lowered himself down on her body and kicked her legs apart. Before she knew what was happening, the tip of his cock blasted into her cunt opening, shot through her pussy canal.
"Ahhhhh ... so goddamned hot and tight!" Wayne grunted, humping fully forward. His balls crawled up the insides of her thighs, then pulsated against the furry growth of her cunt hair. "Mmmmmm ... I don't think I've ever had a virgin this fucking little."
Donna was so humiliated, felt so degraded, she couldn't even think. Forced to suck on a chicken leg while this animal fucked her from behind!
She wished she were dead.
That thought made her flinch. Perhaps that's what they had in mind! They would ravish her, steal her valuables, then ...
Cut her throat?
Suddenly, her sense of survival became more acute than she thought possible. Somehow, someway, she would get out of this alive. If it meant doing anything they asked, she would have to do it. If they wanted to see her crawl, beg, cry, she would do it.
And if they really planned on staying for a week, they had to sleep sometime. She might even get a chance to escape. She would just have to bear it.
"Come on, baby work with me," Wayne demanded. "Shake this cute little ass. I like my women to suck on my cock with their cunts."
Donna did exactly that. She began pumping her ass quickly up and down, sucking his prick fully inside her pussy. And although he hadn't asked, she began lapping at the chicken leg like it was another prick.
"That's better," Wayne said, kissing the side of her neck. "You sure move that ass sweet, you know that?"
"Mmmmmm ... fuck me," Donna said, words of survival. "Stick it to me ... fuck me hard, you bastard."
Wayne pulled the chicken leg out of her mouth and flung it across the room. He then twisted her head around and locked his mouth on hers. At the same time, he squeezed and kneaded her tits with his large hands. His ass bobbed up and down, fucking his cock in and out of her cunt noisily.
"Mmmmm ... love this, sweet stuff," he gurgled, lapping his tongue between her teeth.
Although his kiss was horrible, it was certainly better than that chicken bone, Donna thought. At least this was halfway normal.
"Spread them and put your legs behind mine," Wayne said. "Let's lock up like a fucking pair of dogs, baby."
Donna stretched her legs, then forced them over the backs of his legs. She squeezed her heels together, then reached around his body, scratched her nails over his pumping ass.
"Ohhhhh ... that's good," she moaned, feeling his cock fuck deep into her cunt. In this position, his prick seemed to reach areas she didn't know she had. "I ... I love fucking you like this, you bull."
Yes, she would play their game. That way, it would lower their defenses. She could pretend all right, if it meant her life.
And she was pretending ...
Of course she was!
What woman in her right mind would enjoy getting fucked like this? Forced to fuck all these men, suck on their dirty cocks, perform other humiliating acts ...
A tingle of raw pleasure moved around in her pussy like a crawling insect. It caused her pussy to tremble against the surfaces of his cock, mold him firmly inside her.
"Jesus ... that's nice," Wayne grunted. "Your cunt feels like a cocksucking mouth ... do it some more ... "
Donna didn't even need to try. Her pussy seemed to have a mind of its own. Her cunt was fluttering, pulling like a vacuum, demanding more of his hard, throbbing cock.
And with each fucking stroke of his prickshaft, her pleasure increased. She could no longer deny her feelings. She was enjoying this. That made her feel cheap, even more used.
No, no, no! her mind screamed.
"Yes ... yes ... fuck me," she whispered, her voice raw with ecstasy.
"Take it, slut!" Wayne grunted, nibbling over her chin to the hollow of her throat. He kissed to her right tit, then bit down on her pink, rubbery nipple. "Mmmmmm, take my cock and fuck on it ... "
The second her nipple was treated to his sucking and biting, her pussy exploded with savage pleasure. The sensations were so powerful, so intense, that her back arched and every muscle in her body tightened.
"Aieeeee ... fuck me you pig bastard!" she shrieked, her face contorted in a delicious mixture of pain and pleasure.
"Jesus ... goddamned Christ!" Wayne gasped, freezing for a second. Her climax practically yanked his cum from his balls. "Now ... take it ... up your sweet ... unhhhhhhhhh!"
The flood of creamy cum was like gasoline on an open fire. And each time she was certain it was over-had to be-another convulsion of pure ecstasy pounded her guts.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" she chanted, her words matching the sensations inside her swollen cunt.
"Screw it ... up here! Unhhhhh ... take it up to your fucking brains ... uhhhhh ... here!" Wayne cried, fucking his cum-splattering cock savagely into her quivering cunt.
Soon, Donna's insides were a cauldron of milky cum. And when the fuck juices could find no more room, they began sloshing backward around his fucking cockshaft. The insides of her thighs became sticky and wet as the fuck fluid melted over his balls and rolled into her corn-colored cunt hairs.
"Ohhh ... Jesus," Donna said finally, collapsing beneath him. "Oh ... dear Jesus ... God ... "
The pleasure was over, and she felt only the subsiding pangs of her climax. She lay there feeling shame crawl over her like some slithering snake.
She hadn't been pretending at all. In fact, she had loved every minute. She loved the feel of his hulking, muscular frame against her ass, the way his cock fucked in and out of her pussy.
And she loved having her insides flooded with milky cum.
What she hated was herself. They had humiliated her at first, but she was mostly responsible for her own defilement. Her spit suddenly tasted bitter.
"Get off ... please," she said, feeling tears of shame sting her eyes. "I ... I don't want to do this ... "
"Shit, baby, who you kidding? You were fucking like a goddamned mink," Wayne laughed.
Donna didn't know what came over her, but she flew at him in a rage. Her actions shocked not only him, but herself. She began scratching and clawing, biting him on the arms and hands.
"You little cock teasing ... bitch!" Wayne said, his eyes narrowing with anger. He grabbed her throat with both hands and began choking her. "I ought to break your fucking neck!"
Donna immediately came to her senses when she saw the fury in his expression. Her body went limp and she gave him a begging look. Her face was purple, her lungs about to explode from lack of air.
Wayne shook her head up and down for a few seconds, then released her. As she gave a gagging groan, he tumbled off the bed, pulling her with him. He then pushed her to her back and crawled between her legs. His face was just inches from hers.
"You're gonna do anything I ask, or you'll regret it," he gasped into her mouth.
"I ... I will," Donna said. "Just don't choke me ... again ... "
"That's better," Wayne said, grinning hideously. "Now ... you ready to beg and crawl?"
"Yes," Donna said. "Just don't hurt me."
Wayne pulled off her body and grabbed her by the hair of the head, yanking her to her knees. He stood over her for a few seconds, then reached over to where his jeans were. He pulled his belt from the loops.
"Don't hit me!" Donna gasped, her eyes moving to the belt as if it were a lethal snake. "Please ... you said you wouldn't ... "
"I'm not gonna hit you, sweetheart," Wayne said, almost cooing. "That is, I won't if you do it my way."
"Anything," Donna said, choking with fear.
"OK, here's what you're gonna do, honey," Wayne said, forcing her hands behind her back. "I'm gonna tie your hands together and then you're gonna crawl around behind me."
Donna began sobbing, finding it almost impossible that any person could feel so degraded. Still, she knew from the look in his eyes he would just as soon beat her to a pulp as anything.
"OK," she said, her voice trembling.
"And you're-gonna lick on my shitter, right?" Wayne chuckled. "You're gonna run that pink tongue in and out of my asshole."
He turned around and bent slightly over and spread his ass cheeks. He then backed up a little, forcing his asshole against her mouth.
"Let's go," Wayne said. "Crawl and suck on me, whore. And I want you to tell me how much you love it. Come on, let me hear it, whore."
"I ... I love sucking your ... your ... asshole," Donna said, wondering where she found the courage to say the words. She licked at his dank, hairy ass entrance. "I ... I love it ... "
"Louder ... crawl ... suck me," Wayne said, walking slowly toward the door.
"I love eating out your ass!" Donna almost screamed, crawling behind him. Her tongue worked in and out of his shitter, her forehead bumped the base of his spine. "I ... I love it ... "
"Beg me for it, whore," Wayne said. "Beg and crawl."
As he moved out of the bedroom and down the hall, Donna crawled after him. Her knees were aching, but that was the least of her worries. They would soon be in front of the others and they would see her humiliation. She could almost hear their derisive laughter.
"Please let me suck your asshole," she said, her voice hoarse. She crawled faster, her ass cheeks wobbling as she moved forward. "I love it ... please let me eat your shitter ... "
Wayne walked into the living room, then into the kitchen. When his friends saw the spectacle, they burst out laughing, just as Donna knew they would.
"Would you look at that!" Tony said. "If anybody can train them, Wayne can."
Donna flushed with shame as she crawled behind the man. But she knew if she stopped, he would give them an even better show. He would probably throw her to the floor and beat her savagely with that horrible belt.
She licked and crawled.
"Let's get some more chicken," Wayne said to Donna. "You suck on my shitter and I'll see what we've got."
After they entered the kitchen, Wayne opened the refrigerator door and bent over. He spread his legs a little wider and peered inside.
"Suck it, ass-licker," he said, fumbling through the contents of the refrigerator.
Donna knelt behind him, ran her tongue in and out of his shitter while he ate food out of her refrigerator. And, behind her, Tony, his other buddy, and that girl were holding their sides laughing at her degradation.
This was the worst, the ultimate in humiliation, she thought.
How wrong a person can be, she would realize later.
CHAPTER FIVE
Donna felt furry, muscular legs against her ankles as she knelt and licked on Wayne's shitter. She turned quickly and looked up.
"My turn," the man said, grinning at Donna.
"Hey, she's not finished yet," Wayne objected.
"She don't want to eat on your dirty ass anymore, do you, baby?" the man said, pulling her to her feet. "She wants to chew on my big cock."
"Aw, Bob, it was feeling so good," Wayne said, his mouth full of food. "She licks even better than Carla."
"Really?" Bob said. "We'll have to find out later. But right now, this sweet thing and I are gonna make some beautiful music."
Before Wayne could object further, Bob dragged Donna from the kitchen and down the hall, toward the bedroom. He closed the door, then threw her toward the bed.
"Gonna put the screws to you, baby," he said, tugging at his jeans. "You're gonna be fucking a pro."
Donna was numb with humiliation and terror, wondering what savagery this one planned. Oddly enough, he looked to be the most gentle one, with his pale-blue eyes, his shock of light-brown hair, his slim, yet muscular frame. His voice was what filled her with fear, however. It was dead, void of any emotion.
When he'd finished undressing, he crawled between her legs and lowered himself down on her body. He then kissed her, as if inflicting a wound. His rock-hard cock was pulsating between her thighs, pushing against her cum-soaked pussy entrance.
"You're gonna scream ... scream so much," he said into her mouth. "I've got tricks you wouldn't believe, baby."
To Donna's amazement, he pulled away and got off the bed. She had been prepared for the penetrating pain of his cock, his biting kisses, but for him to leave suddenly ...
"Wha-what are you going to do?" she spluttered, watching him move toward the bathroom.
She heard a ripping sound, as if he were tearing some sort of cloth in the bathroom. Not knowing what was going to happen made her heart beat faster with growing fear. He turned the faucet on, then off.
Donna pulled herself into a ball when she saw him come back into the bedroom, holding wet strips of torn towel. Was he going to beat her with them?
"Gonna have to tie you down," Bob said, giving her a cold look.
"Why?" Donna asked, her voice trembling. "I ... I promise I won't try to get away."
Her response only made Bob laugh. He walked over to the bed and yanked her legs down, then apart. He wrapped the wet strips of cloth around her ankles, then attached the ends to the corners of the bed frame. After checking to make sure the knots were secure, he pulled her hands away from her tits. He tied her wrists to the other corners of the frame.
Donna hadn't even bothered to struggle, knowing it would be useless against his hulking strength. And, anyway, if she submitted meekly, perhaps he wouldn't hurt her.
He would just tie her up and fuck her.
Bob walked around the bed and knelt where his jeans lay. Slowly, he stood and turned, a wide grin on his face. He held a pair of pliers in his right hand.
"Wha-what are you going to do with those?" Donna said, flinching.
"You'll see," Bob chuckled. "Now, to make sure you don't raise the dead with your screams. I'll just stuff this in your mouth."
After he'd forced his sock in her mouth, he knelt between her legs and lowered the pair of needle-nose pliers to her right tit. For a long while, he merely moved the instrument over her flesh, his eyes on hers.
Suddenly, Donna realized what he had in mind. At first she refused to believe that anyone could be so cruel, but when she saw the sadistic glint in his eye, she knew she was about to enter a world of pain.
Tony and Wayne had humiliated her mentally. This man was going to be physical, horribly so. She began screaming through the sweaty, dirty sock, but her voice was muffled.
"Such nice tits," Bob said, sliding the pair of pliers back and forth between her tits. "I'm gonna make them hurt, sweetheart. I'm going to set fire to your nipples ... with these." He lifted the pair of pliers.
Donna looked at the pliers and continued to scream. Already she could feel the jaws closing into her flesh, sending burning jolts of agony throughout her tits.
"Mmmmfff! Mmmmfff!" she screamed, shaking her head back and forth.
She tugged at the wet strips of cloth at her wrists and ankles, but instead of giving, the material seemed to tighten, bit into her flesh. She clawed at her palms with her nails. Another shriek of horror filtered through the dirty sock in her mouth.
"Ready?" Bob said, pulling the handles of the pliers apart. He slipped the jaws around her right nipple and squeezed gently. "Hmmmmm? You ready for a fucking you'll never forget, baby?"
Donna thought at first the terror of waiting was worse than any pain could be. A couple of seconds later, however, she was proven totally wrong. When he tightened the jaws of the pliers, a flood of burning pain shot into her chest. The sensations seemed to dance around her pounding heart, then burst into the muscle.
"How is it?" Bob said, his eyes wide with lust, sadistic pleasure. "Hurt? God, I hope it hurts ... "
Hurt? Christ, until now Donna didn't know the meaning of the word. Her nipple was on fire, pulsating with agony!
Suddenly, he released the pressure of the pliers and her body was flooded with relief as great as the pain had been. It felt so good, she felt like hugging him in appreciation. Her body tightened, however, when he moved the cool metal instrument over to her left tit.
"Mmmmffffff!" she screamed, arching her back, her eyes wide with fear.
"This one ... real slow," Bob said, pushing her rubbery, pink nipple between the jaws of the pliers.
He squeezed gently at first, then with greater pressure. When the nipple turned a blood-red color, he lowered his face to her other tit and sucked the bruised nipple between his teeth.
"Mmmmmmm ... you like this?" he groaned.
Donna couldn't believe what was happening. It was like one half of her body was bathed in fire, the other half in ice. He was an expert both with the pliers and his mouth, giving her ultimate agony, ultimate pleasure at the same time.
Donna closed her eyes, listened to the argument in her mind.
Stop! No, do it some more! Stop! God ... stop ... you're killing me ... it's sweet ... suck me, baby ... lick my tit ... hurt my tit ...
Her pussy began to swell, throb just like her tortured nipples. She pushed her ass upward and could feel his balls against the insides of her outstretched thighs.
"Ready for a sweet fuck?" Bob asked, looking up from her tit. "Hmmmmm? Some hard cock right now?"
Donna wanted desperately to scream that she just wanted him to leave. Her pussy, however, was churning, begging for his prick, sucking air like a vacuum.
"Here it comes, whore," Bob said, squirming his crotch over hers. His thick, pulsating cockhead rolled over her pussy hole, then slipped inside. As his prickshaft stretched her opening to the breaking point, he increased the pressure of the pliers on her left tit while he sucked more greedily on her right. "Mmmmm, nice ... hot ... pussy ... fuck me."
God, it was good, Donna thought. His massive cock filled her cunt perfectly, entirely. And the way his balls were throbbing just under her pussy opening was driving her crazy.
If only the pain would go away ...
No ... no ... she liked the pain. For some reason, it made the pleasure better, highlighting each delicious sensation. She began writhing, bucking upwards, sucking wildly on his cock with her cunt muscles.
"Wow ... you are one cock-hungry bitch, aren't you?" Bob said. He released the pliers and let them fall to the bed. He kissed to her wounded nipple, then soaked it with his warm spit. "How was it, baby? Like it?"
"Mmmm-hmmmmmm!" Donna heard herself cry. She began licking his dirty sock as if it were an extension of his very body, tasting his flavor. She moaned again, her body tightening with nearing climax.
While Bob fucked her cunt with growing speed, he lapped his tongue back and forth over her tits, at times pulling the rubbery nipples over the roof of his mouth.
"Fuck me, bitch," he whispered, holding her shoulders in a tight grip. "Fuck me like the little pig you are."
Donna no longer cared about the shame, the degradation. Nothing mattered but his cock, his firm muscular body engulfing hers.
And what he could do with his warm mouth ...
Suddenly, her insides burst, locking her cunt muscles firmly around his fucking prick. Her pleasures peaked violently, then rippled up and down her spin like icy fingers. She spat the sock out and screamed at the same time.
"Fuckkkkkkk!" she shrieked. Her pleasure was almost as painful as when he'd tortured her with the pliers. "Screw me, you fucking bastard bull ... give me ... cock! Cock! Fuckkkkkk!"
Bob began tearing into her pussy like it was the last one on earth. And with each stroke, he felt his balls grow tighter, hum with a thick load of cum. He tightened the muscles at the root of his cockshaft to hold back a little longer, but he knew it was a losing battle.
"Suck it with your pussy, you pig bitch," he said, biting down on her mouth. He thrust his tongue over hers, bit her lips as if trying to devour her. "Shake your ass ... fuck me ... ride my cock like a horse ... "
Donna didn't know where she got the strength, but she began pounding her ass up and down until her lower body was a blur. She tore at the bonds at her wrists and ankles, but not to free herself. She wanted to grab his sweet, tight ass and force him harder against her cunt. She wanted him to crawl inside her completely ...
"Unhhhhhh!" Bob growled into her throat. "Here ... it comes ... gonna fuck it right up to your brains ... take ... take it ... shit!"
The first molten gush of cum brought with it another convulsion of climax for Donna. And the fuck juice was like boiling acid, eating into her flesh. She screamed and choked into his mouth, let her tongue lap over his teeth, inside his cheeks.
"Hard ... hard, you prick," she panted, not even recognizing her own voice. "Fuck me ... hurt me ... torture me with your ... your ... cock ... screw my pussy to pieces, you bastard motherfucker."
Bob fucked in more of his cum-load, filling the room with the smacking sounds of flesh hitting flesh. Finally, as the bulk of his jism poured from his prick, he crushed his full weight between her legs, then squirmed his ass around.
Donna thought for a second his cock would pierce right through her cunt, pound between her lungs. He was a monster ... every inch hard as a rock.
"Poke me ... full," she begged, thrashing about. "Goddamn you ... fuck me to death!"
For what seemed a delicious eternity, she felt the bubbly cum slosh around his throbbing cock, ooze slightly from her cunt opening. At last, however, she went limp, her tits heaving against his chest.
"Shit ... that's the last of it," Bob groaned, depositing the final lump of cum up her pussy. He collapsed over her body and kissed the side of her neck. "Mmmmmm ... I feel like I've fucked a goddamned tiger in the ass."
Donna didn't know what to think. Could it have been only an hour or so ago that she'd been with her husband at the airport, ready to take her vacation to Florida?
It seemed like centuries.
Florida. Land of studs, sunshine, and beaches. But it wasn't meant to be for her. No, she'd be held prisoner in her own house, fucked over and over by these bikers.
One hard cock after another. Over and over ...
But they weren't satisfied with just fucking her. They wanted to defile her, make her beg and grovel.
Well, Wayne's asshole hadn't tasted that bad, and Tony did know how to fuck, and Bob ...
He had given her a climax to end all climaxes. The memory of those savage sensations would be forever etched in her memory.
"Fuck me some more," she heard herself say. "I ... I want you to do everything to me."
"Well I'll be damned," Bob said, his voice a little less cold. "Don't tell me I've met my match."
"I ... I just want your cock so ... bad," Donna said, embarrassed by her words. "You ... you're the best fuck I've ever had."
"And how many fucks does an average housewife get in a day's time?" Bob asked derisively.
"Until ... today," Donna felt a need to explain, "I ... I'd never fucked with anyone except my husband."
"You like fucking your husband?" Bob asked, kissing her neck, nibbling at her soft flesh with his teeth.
"Yes," Donna said. Suddenly she felt relaxed, like she could tell him anything. He's great in bed, and I love his big cock."
"You like mine?"
"Mmmmmm, yes," she whispered, loving the way he licked against her ear. "It's so big ... and fills me up completely ... and that cum ... "
"What does your husband like doing the most?" Bob whispered.
"He likes to fuck my ass," Donna said without thinking, "but I don't like it at all. It hurts so much, I-"
She felt like biting her tongue off.
"Maybe I can teach you to like it," Bob said, lifting his face. "I like a little ass-fucking myself once in a while."
"Please," Donna said, flinching. "Don't ... don't do it that way ... you're too big ... you'll kill me."
"Don't worry, I'll get you good and ready before I do anything," Bob said. "Just give me some time to think."
Donna felt like crying. Would he keep her tied up like this and fuck her asshole with his horrible prick. She didn't even want to consider the idea.
"Please ... don't make me do that," she begged. "Anything, but ... in the ass."
"Hey, close your mouth," Bob said, pulling his rigid cock out of her cunt. "You worry too much."
Donna felt like an idiot. She'd signed her own death warrant by telling him this information. Now, he would use it to humiliate and hurt her even more.
Then again, maybe he wouldn't. He crawled up on her body and straddled her tits. He pushed his cock down to her lips and humped forward.
"Oh, let me suck you," she said, almost gratefully.
If she could only suck him dry, maybe he'd forget about the other thing. She gobbled down on his cockhead, sucked his prick to the back of her throat.
"Mmmm, sweet ... good," she gurgled, lapping the tip of her tongue into his light-brown crotch hairs.
"Jesus ... you can take it all," Bob said, amazed with the way his prick disappeared inside her throat.
"Mmmm-hmmmm," Donna groaned, nuzzling her nose into the wiry patch of hair.
"Shit ... this is as good as your pussy," Bob said, leaning over her body. "Eat on me, whore ... lick all of me in your throat."
Donna sucked on his cock wildly, greedily, trying to show him how ready she was to please him. Then, perhaps he would return the favor ...
But she would think about that later. Right now, she had a swollen slab of prick to satisfy. She pursed her lips tightly and began running her mouth quickly up and down his cockshaft. When she ate fully upward, her chin separated his balls, and she could already feel a fresh load of cum buzz inside his hairy balls.
"Faster ... all the way down," Bob said, pumping his ass quickly up and down. "Shit ... I'm almost ... fucking there ... "
Donna felt his cock swell, then throb, constricting her throat. A couple of seconds later, the end of his prickshaft burst with molten release, covering her tonsils with scalding fuck fluid.
"Aaaghhhhh," she spluttered, heaving her face upward to meet his pumping assault. She clawed at her palms with her nails. Another gurgling groan of ecstasy burst from her throat.
"Jesus ... shit ... shit," Bob said, crawling over her upper body. His ass was driving up and down savagely, his cock fucking noisily in and out of her cum-soaked throat. "Eat ... whore ... every fucking drop ... to your stomach ... "
Donna smacked and spluttered, savoring the heady aroma, the acrid taste as she writhed beneath him. And each time his cockhead burst with more scalding fuck juice, her own body reacted violently. She experienced a quick series of crashing orgasms, filling her guts with volcanic-like eruptions.
"Mmmmfffff," she gasped, her lips frothy with creamy cum.
"All ... of it ... every fucking drop, cocksucker," Bob said, then fell against her face. "Holy ... fuck ... like a goddamned milking machine ... "
While he lay above her, his cock still throbbing inside her throat, Donna hoped against hope that he would forget all about ass-fucking. If the amount of his cum-load was any indication, he should be totally drained. It seemed like there had been gallons.
Finally, Bob pulled away and lay on his side. He closed his eyes and was silent, his chest still heaving with excitement.
"Ohhhh ... Jet me suck you some more," Donna whispered, licking at some stray globs of cum on her chin. She wanted to make sure he was satisfied. "I just love it when you blow your load like that in my mouth."
"You're really scared of getting that shitter of yours fucked out, aren't you?" the man said, opening his eyes and giving her a sadistic smile.
"Oh, it's not that," Donna said quickly. "It's just that I want you in my pussy again, or in my throat, I ... "
She couldn't finish. She felt used, humiliated beyond belief. Here she was, begging to suck him, have him fuck her. The bastard.
"Let's get you on your stomach," Bob said, tugging at the bonds that held her wrists.
"You ... you're going to fuck my ass?" Donna said, her voice shaking with fear.
"Oh, no," Bob said. "Not right away, anyway. I'm gonna put it to you doggy-style."
Donna felt a wave of relief, a postponement of the horror, at least.
After Bob had freed her, he turned her to her stomach and re-tied the bonds to her wrists and ankles. He then ran both hands over her backside, let his fingers play at the crack of her ass.
Donna flinched, wondering if she could trust him. Hell, how could she? He just might yank her thighs apart and plant his cock up her ass any second.
"Don't ... please, you'll hurt me," she begged, looking over her shoulder.
Bob popped her on the ass, causing her to scream as if she'd been shot.
"Be right back, sweetheart," he said, crawling off the bed. "Something I have to get."
After he padded out of the bedroom, Donna began wondering what it was he was going to get. A beer? Some more food? God, she hoped that's what it was.
She heard laughter from the direction of the living room, then if she wasn't mistaken, the word, lawn mower.
Why would that make them laugh?
She'd probably just misunderstood. They were laughing about his tying her up and fucking her, or how they were all going to take turns again.
God, what if it were true that she had to go through this agony for another five or six days? Was it possible to get fucked too much? What did it do to a person. She remembered reading someplace that Cleopatra had taken on seventy-five men at once.
Let's see, if three of them fucked me three times a day, in six days, that would be ...
"I'm back," Bob said, interrupting her math. "You ready?"
Before Donna could answer, she heard a gentle clinking, like a chain. She jerked her head around quickly.
"Wha-what are you going to do with that?" she gasped.
"This?" Bob said, swinging a long chain back and forth. "Why, baby, I'm gonna get your little shitter reamed out enough to fuck it with my cock."
What was he talking about?
"I'm gonna stick this up your ass, link by link, then yank it out. Start you up like a fucking lawn mower," he replied, moving toward the bed.
Donna was too horrified even to scream.
CHAPTER SIX
When Bob touched her side, Donna's lungs exploded with a scalding shriek. He flopped the chain around her waist, then knelt between her legs.
"Don't ... God, don't!" she begged. "You'll ... kill me ... don't hurt me ... I'll do anything-"
Her words were cut off when she felt the pressure of his throbbing cock sear between her thighs. His cockhead glided over the silky texture of her flesh, then nudged against her cunt opening. Slowly, her entrance engulfed his slab of prick.
"Shit, I think you get tighter every time I fuck you," Bob grunted, heaving forward, fucking the rest of his cockshaft up her pussy.
Although Donna found his cock giving her insides delicious tingles of pleasure, her mind was on that chain. Slowly, the reality of what he'd said came to her fully and she froze.
"Don't stick it up my ass ... God, please!" she begged, writhing beneath him.
Bob didn't say anything for a long while, he merely slipped the chain back and forth over the small of her back while he fucked his cock in and out of her cunt doggy-style.
At last, he grasped the end link of the chain and slipped it into the crack of her ass. He felt Donna buck savagely, could almost see her flesh crawl. Her reaction made his eyes glint with even greater hunger.
"Screw me, baby," he said, his voice thick with sadistic lust. "Fuck on my cock while I shove this chain up your sweet little asshole."
Although the metal link was cool, it seemed hot as lava when he pressed it against her shitter opening. She grunted, then choked on her own spit.
The link, about one-half inch in diameter, was actually much smaller than his prick, but it was unyielding, like the instrument of torture it was.
The link slipped inside, squeezed her opening apart. Almost instantly, another link was forced inside.
Donna thought her muscles would pop they were stretched so tight. And when she thought she had certainly reached the outer threshold of pain, she felt new searing sensations of agony.
Another link.
More hard jabs with his cock.
Another link, and another.
How many now? she wondered. Five? Six? It seemed like a thousand. And as they coiled inside her body, the links became a horrible, evil metal snake, crawling over her flesh, ready to strike.
"Here ... comes a couple of more," Bob said, thrusting the links up her ass. "How is it, whore? You like it very much?"
Donna couldn't even scream now. Her full attention was devoted to pain, to sheer agony.
Another link, another hard thrust of his iron-like prick.
After what seemed an eternity, the pain didn't get any worse. It didn't subside any, but at least the piercing, stabs didn't stab any harder.
"That ought to be enough," Bob said.
He pulled the rest of the chain upward and lay it over the small of her back. He then got to his knees, lifting her ass slightly with both hands. He reached over and grabbed the pliers.
"And now the fun begins, baby," he said, his voice a pant of desire.
Donna's face was bathed in sweat, her breathing quick and shallow, and at first she didn't realize what he was going to do. When she felt the pinching of the pliers against her ass cheeks, however, she knew she would forever be subjected to torment. The next few moments, or hours-it didn't matter-were an eternity.
Bob snipped the jaws of the pliers over both ass cheeks, leaving small, red welts. And each time the serrated jaws closed around the firm flesh, he felt his balls rumble with cum. He loved the way she writhed, clawed at her palms.
Donna went limp. There was no reason to fight it any longer. Suffering would come whether she opposed him or not. And anyway, her body was growing numb, as if she were getting frostbite.
When she relaxed, she became more aware of his cock, less of the chain and pliers. His prickshaft seemed larger, thicker, squeezing her guts upward. And his gigantic cockhead was rounder, pulsating quickly.
"Getting any better?" Bob said, clamping the pliers around the top part of her shitter entrance.
Donna didn't even hear his question. She could only think of his cock, her humiliation. What had she ever done to deserve this?
To be raped, assaulted, tortured, defiled like this?
And if they were going to do this on the first day, what would follow? If what they said was true, they would subject her to a week of horror.
She had no choice but to lie there and ... Take it? Enjoy it?
Well, if that terrible chain wasn't there, and he wasn't pinching her with those damned pliers, she knew she would be screaming in ecstasy. His cock was so perfect, so huge and meaty
And, for some reason, his prick felt even better now than his cock did before. It was almost as if the pain framed the pleasure, accentuated his prickshaft a hundredfold.
Pain and pleasure danced together, meshed, became a new sensation she didn't know was possible to experience.
"Fuck ... me," she heard a strange woman's voice say. "Fuck me ... hurt me some more."
She turned her head quickly to see who had said those dreadful words. Stunned, she realized it was her own voice. Her lips were still moving.
"Fuck me, you bastard. Goddamn, I love it ... make me hurt, you son of a bitch!"
Bob gave her ass one last pinch with the pliers, then dropped the instrument to the bed. He then began kneading her bruised, welt-ridden ass cheeks with his long fingers while he fucked his cock in and out of her cunt.
"Tell me when you want the chain trick, baby," he said, his ass now a fleshy blur.
The chain. She'd almost forgotten all about that. It was nestled inside her sitter, as if it were ready to spring to life. And she could see it being torn from her ass. The links would bump out her tightly constricted ass rim, inflame her with ...
Pain and pleasure were now one and the same. They had become some gut-level sensation.
"Fuckkkkkk!" she screamed, bucking and writhing, working her ass muscles around the chain that hung from her shitter like some metal tail. "Do it ... Goddamn ... do it all!"
She was suddenly aware of movement in the room. Then, as if in a dream, she saw other human forms, slowly moving. Tony's face ... that girl ... Carla? Wayne ... she had sucked on his shitter.
They were smiling, their teeth bared like savages. Their eyes burned with hatred, laughter, animal-like lust.
She was performing for their desires ... and she loved it.
"Fuck me, you prick ... all of you fuck me," she begged.
"Goddamn, would you look at that," Donna heard Carla say with a giggle. "Is ... is she OK?"
"This little cunt is begging for it," Bob said.
Although her mind was still flooded with degradation, Donna couldn't ignore the delicious sensations in her body. She writhed and twisted beneath him, clawed at the bonds at her wrists, squirmed her ankles.
"Fuck me ... goddamn ... please ... I ... I want it," she panted, tightening, knowing that any second now would bring her the ultimate in release.
And then it happened. Bob pounded his cum-splattering cock deeply into her cunt. At the same time, he grasped the chain and yanked it violently out of her shitter.
Donna didn't know such ecstasy existed. It was as if she were flying naked through some savage universe, having millions of tiny claws tearing at her body, emptying her of her soul.
"Godddddd!" she shrieked, then went limp.
"Fuck it, bitch!" Bob said, throwing the chain to the side of the bed. He grabbed her legs and jerked her ass upward. He then humped under her body, poking his prick so brutally in and out of her cunt his balls slapped her mound of cunt noisily. "Here ... screw my cum ... up ... here ... fucking ... eat it up to your ... unhhhh ... brains!"
For the next few seconds, Donna felt as if she were an extension of his body, like a second foreskin. His cum boiled into every cell of her body, bathed her with creamy fire. And with each sweet, molten drop, she experienced another thundering wave of total, pure ecstasy.
At last, she collapsed beneath him from sheer exhaustion. She felt spent, as if she'd run a thousand miles.
And still, he pounded in more cum, until it began to run out of her pussy hole, ooze into her corn-colored cunt hairs.
"Unhhh ... all of it," Bob said, shoving in the last of his cum-load. He held himself over her for a few seconds, then fell over her body, crushing his full weight between her thighs. "Fuck ... fuck ... fuck!"
Now that the passion was over, Donna slowly came back to reality. Well, she certainly had put on a show for them. Fucking bastards! she thought. Come in here to rob me, then rape me ... subject me to these horrors.
She felt tears roll down her cheeks. The worst part was the terrifying fact that she had more to do with her degradation than they had. In a way, she had permitted it.
If she had had the courage, she could have fought them, rebelled against her own desires. And even if it had resulted in her death, she would still have her self-respect.
"Let me at her," Wayne said to Bob. "Come on, man, get off. I got a hard-on here that's just begging for pussy."
Now it starts, Donna thought. One after the other.
Bob pulled away, and immediately, she felt Wayne's hairy legs against the insides of her thighs. An instant later, his massive cock fucked deep into her cum-splattered cunt.
"Unhhh ... this is fantastic," Wayne said, kissing the back of her neck. "I've been fucking Carla in there, but she can't hold a fucking light to you, baby."
"If you don't watch it," Carla replied sarcastically, "you'll break my heart."
Donna wondered suddenly what kind of girl would hang around men like this. Was she their whore? Any time one of them wanted a piece of ass, did they just knock her to her back and fuck her?
For some reason, it didn't seem right. Carla was pretty, very pretty, in fact. She could have had any guy she wanted. And they were always putting her down, saying humiliating things ...
Did she enjoy the humiliation? Surely not!
She must be in it for the money.
"Hey, I've got a hard-on too," Tony said. "Come on, Carla, get your sweet ass over here and spread them for me."
Donna watched as Carla moved over worshipfully toward Tony. She was naked, looking like a young goddess with her red hair, her dark-blue eyes.
"Stick it to me, Tony," Carla whispered. "Mmmmm, make it hurt ... so good, baby."
Although Donna found it difficult to concentrate over Wayne's savage fucking, she watched Carla and Tony.
Tony grabbed the girl's legs and lifted her off the floor. He then pushed her against the far wall and let her drape her legs over his shoulders. Donna watched his cock penetrate the red-gold hairs of Carla's cunt.
"Ohhhh ... fuck me ... Tony," Carla screamed, clawing at Tony's back, leaving red welts on his flesh. "Screw me ... hard ... put it to me ... fuck out my brains, you motherfucker ... "
Donna had never before seen anyone else fuck and the sight mesmerized her. Tony's swollen cock fucked in and out quickly, his balls swung back and forth like some lewd pendulum.
Just watching increased her own desires. She began moving with Wayne, jerking her ass back and forth to take his enormous cock.
"Fuck me ... God, fuck me," she panted, her eyes widening as she watched Carla take Tony's enormous cock like a greedy, sex-starved animal. "Do it to me ... like Tony is ... all the way in me ... make it hurt ... "
Tony was fucking Carla savagely, causing the girl's head to bang the wall. And they were vibrating as if they were perched on some giant jack hammer.
Suddenly, Donna saw a thick mass of bubbly fuck cream ooze from the bottom of Carla's cunt. It collected, then dropped to the insides of her thighs. More fuck juices oozed around Tony's balls.
"Fuck it, whore!" Tony yelled, biting down on Carla's slack mouth. "Up ... your cum-hungry cunt, bitch!"
Donna's insides burst with release. And as her climax heightened, then peaked, she felt Wayne's prick expand, explode with thick masses of boiling cum. The fuck juice was like acid, eating into her quivering flesh.
"Aieeeeee!" she shrieked, jerking and writhing as if she were on fire. "Fuck ... fuck ... fuckkkkkkk!"
"Baby, baby ... unhhh ... take it up your snatch ... screw on it ... suck me inside!" Wayne growled, hammering the bulk of his load inside her tight, hot cunt crack.
For the next several moments, Donna was in heaven and hell at the same time. She felt defiled, but nothing could stop the yearnings of her body.
A last explosion of climax riddled her guts, then she went limp, feeling her cunt slosh with cum. She groaned into the sheets, closing her eyes.
"OK, get off," she heard Bob say. "I got that sweet ass all ready for a fucking."
His words brought Donna back to life. She gave a small, choking sob, waited for the burning pain of his cock as he fucked her ass.
Wayne slipped out of her cunt, then got off the bed. Bob crawled between her legs and leaned forward, nudging his cockhead into the crack of Donna's ass.
"This is gonna be good, you'll see," Bob said, noticing Donna's body tense. "Just relax, baby. You're gonna fucking love it."
Donna waited for the pain, but it didn't come. There was a tremendous pressure as his prick fucked inside her shitter, but nothing else.
"Is ... is it in?" she dared to ask, feeling the rough texture of his crotch hairs against her ass cheeks.
"Sure is ... every fucking hard inch," Bob answered.
Suddenly, Donna's insides reacted to the delicious pressure of his cock. It was almost like a thousand icy-hot needles pricking her flesh. She began moving slowly, cautiously, still waiting for the surprise spasm of pain, however.
"Fuck me," she whispered. "Ohhhhh ... dear Jesus God, fuck me ... all the way in ... "
She flinched suddenly, feeling a soft hand on her shoulder. She turned her head quickly and came face to face with Carla. The woman was smiling at her, her eyes wide with ecstasy.
"Fuck her, Bob ... Fuck her hard," she said, moving her fingers into Donna's hair. "Give her that big cock ... make her scream ... "
Donna didn't know why she did it, but she turned her head slightly and kissed the woman's hand. It was electrifying, causing her insides to burst with a long agonizing spasm of release. She bared her teeth, scraped them over the delicate flesh.
"Aieeeeee!" she shrieked, darting her tongue out, wetting Carla's hand.
Just as her orgasm peaked, she felt Bob's cock expand, then shoot out a massive load of cum. It splashed over her bruised flesh like a soothing lotion.
"Shit ... fucking ... shit!" Bob barked, fucking harder inside her asshole. "Goddamn ... screw it up your ass, whore cocksucker ... "
Donna let herself go completely, although she felt a new form of shame building in her mind. She had kissed Carla's hand, like one of those kind of women do.
But the most horrible aspect of it was that she didn't do it out of experimentation. She wanted to do it, as if Carla were somehow a part of what she and Bob were doing.
Cum flooded her shitter, then crept from her ass opening. She shivered as it melted downward, covered her cunt hairs, ate into her flesh.
"Ohhhh ... all over me," she panted. "I want cum in my pussy ... my ass ... everywhere ... "
She finally closed her eyes and gave a long groan, her body going limp with exhaustion. The pleasures had been almost too good, like an extremely sweet dessert. Her teeth seemed to ache, throb just like her pussy and shitter.
"Mmmmm ... there," Bob said, crushing his full weight downward. His throbbing cock was planted fully inside her ass, stretching her ass opening almost to the breaking point. A last oozing drop of cum melted from his cockhead, joined the rest of the smoldering fuck fluid in her ass canal. "Wow ... I think I could fuck this baby for days and days," he added.
Well, I guess that is that, Donna thought. Surely they must be as exhausted as she was. They would probably find someplace to sleep and then ... did she dare hope to escape?
Or did she want to?
"Go get us some beer," Tony said to Carla. "Then you and this lady here can give us a little, uh ... show."
"Sure," Carla said, brightening.
"A show?" Donna asked a few seconds later after Carla had practically run out of the room. "What do you mean ... a show?"
"You like licking pussy?" Tony said softly, kneeling beside her.
"No!" Donna said, horrified.
"That's a shame," Tony laughed, "because pussy is so fucking sweet to eat."
Donna's mind screamed in torment. Surely they weren't so sadistic as to make her ...
She couldn't even name it. It was perverted!
Carla bounced back into the room carrying several cans of beer. After handing them to the men, she knelt beside Donna and smiled broadly.
"Did you tell her?" she said, although she kept her eyes on Donna's face.
"Yeah," Tony said. "Let me get her fixed up for you."
Donna was so terrified, so disgusted she couldn't even fight it when he pulled the bonds from her feet and hands. And when he jerked her off the bed, she felt like a rag doll.
Then, with a mixture of horror and rage, she saw Tony lift a chair and slam it against the ceiling. Plaster fell like rain, exposing rafters. From somewhere he had gotten a long rope, and threw it over one of the rafters.
"Get over here," he said to Donna, yanking her under the rope. "There," he said, wrapping one end of the rope around her wrists.
Donna was tied up, then Tony jerked the slack out of the other end. He attached it to the doorknob of the locked closet, lifting Donna off the floor until just the tips of her toes touched the carpet.
"Ohhhh ... God, that ... hurts," she panted, feeling jolts of burning pain shoot down her arms.
"Go get her, Carla," Tony said, sitting down and taking a sip of his beer. "Lick that little pussy to death."
The pain no longer mattered to Donna. She was going to be subjected to something worse than pain.
"I'm going to suck on your sweet pussy," Carla said, finishing her thought. "Mmmmmm, the best way to eat cum is right out of a hot cunt."
When the woman knelt before Donna, Donna thought she would die from shame. The men were sitting around her and Carla, their eyes glinting like hungry panthers in the night.
And then she felt the tip of Carla's tongue against her cunt opening.
Donna's scream was silent, but it exploded inside her brain like an atomic blast.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Donna flinched when she felt Carla's warm tongue wet the insides of her thighs. She held her breath, feeling the snake-like projection flutter upward, then into her pussy hairs.
"Please ... stop," Donna whimpered, closing her eyes to block out the scene. "This isn't right ... normal."
"But it's so sweet," Carla countered, darting the tip of her tongue inside Donna's cunt entrance. "Mmmmmmm, I just love licking cum out of pussy."
Carla's words disgusted Donna. How could a woman demean herself so? Even to do it at all was horrible, but while the men watched!
Carla placed her fingers to the sides of Donna's cunt, then stretched the pussy opening wider. As she did, a milky stream of warm cum seeped into her corn-colored cunt hairs. Carla peered inside Donna's pussy hole, saw the fluttering walls tighten slightly.
"Just relax," she whispered. "I can do this better than any man you've ever had."
What does that matter, Donna wondered? Did it erase the degradation they both shared?
Suddenly, her pussy lips began burning with pleasure. She tried to block out the sensations, but the more she fought, the more intense her pleasure grew.
Yes ... Carla did know what she was doing.
But better than a man?
Donna missed the rough texture of beard, the probing, masculine fingers. Carla's mouth was creating an itch, nothing more.
"Please ... stop," she said, throwing her head to one side. "I ... I don't like this."
Carla ignored her protests, and, if anything, increased the pressure of her mouth. Her tongue was now fully inside Donna's pussy, licking at the streams of cum.
"Chew on it," Tony said from across the room. "Get the little whore all warmed up so we can all fuck her."
Donna jerked her eyes open. She had considered the idea of being fucked over and over by these animals, but to fuck them all at once!
Three hard cocks stabbing into her body. One in her mouth, the other two fucking out her fuck holes ...
Was it possible for a woman to take so much cock all at once?
Something told her that each day of the week to follow would be an eternity.
"Ohhhh, there must be a quart of hot cum up here," Carla moaned, digging her nails into the flesh of Donna's thighs. "Want to help me lick it?" She looked through the silky bush of Donna's cunt hair.
"No!" Donna said, totally disgusted.
"Sure is good," Carla teased.
Again Donna closed her eyes, tried to imagine what must be going through Carla's mind. To lick cum out of a pussy!
"Ahhhh ... just look at this," Carla said, sitting back on her haunches, parting her lips.
Donna looked in spite of herself. What she saw made her body tighten. Carla was rolling her pink tongue around in her mouth, letting the milky fluid ooze over her bottom lip, to her chin.
Donna was mesmerized, wondering what the fluid would taste like. Milky and flavored with cunt juice and the girl's spit ...
It would melt into the back of her throat like acid, rolling downward, filling her stomach with warmth.
"Sure you don't want some?" Carla said, her eyes glinting with hunger.
This time Donna's response was a little slower. Still, she shook her head.
She couldn't-wouldn't-lower herself to the level of these savages.
"Just try a bite," Carla insisted, getting to her feet.
Donna struggled against the bonds, but it was useless. The girl would force her to commit this horror, and there was nothing she could do about it.
Carla's lips drew closer, so close that Donna could smell the perfumed aroma of cum and cunt juice. Then, she felt a sticky warmth as their lips met.
Donna was prepared for any reaction but the one she experienced. The back of her throat tingled as if gently scraped by fingernails. Almost immediately, the sensations heightened. She felt her own tongue stab forward, glide into Carla's mouth.
No! No! her mind screamed.
"Mmmmmm, yes," she gurgled, then locked her lips firmly around Carla's mouth.
"I knew you'd like it," Carla whispered, running her fingers over the soft angles of Donna's tits.
"Would you fucking look at that," Bob whistled.
Donna wondered how it must appear to the men. Two naked women, kissing, their tits squeezing together, their lips crushed together.
Sucking cum back and forth!
The horror that closed in around her was worse than the act. She was enjoying it! And what's more, she didn't care that she was enjoying it.
It was as if she had suddenly become aware of the female form for the first time in her life. Unlike a man, it was soft, yielding, yet just as intense. Now she knew why men got so excited having rubbery nipples throbbing against their chests.
"Eat ... my pussy some more," she groaned into Carla's mouth. "I ... I don't care anymore ... just lick me ... please."
Carla gave a triumphant smile, then lowered herself slowly once more to her knees. She pulled Donna's delicate cunt opening apart and clamped her lips around her oozing pussy hole.
Carla was right, Donna thought. The girl was better than a man. Her tongue seemed to reach to every itch, every throbbing crevice. But it was sweet ... too sweet.
She missed the animal-like roughness of a man, the way a man's hands kneaded her flesh. And after getting her juiced-up, the feel of his massive cock ...
Ten inches of hard prick, fucking in and out like Carla's tongue was doing now. No, three pricks. One in her asshole, one in her cunt, the other one to suck on.
Her vision blurred with growing ecstasy, then the room seemed to spin. She looked about quickly, saw the grinning faces of the men. They were mocking, laughing, enjoying her shame.
A delicate throbbing in the back of her cunt caused her loins to burn. She began moving her hips back and forth, flexing her pussy muscles.
"Lick me ... fuck me with your tongue, bitch," she panted.
She no longer cared who mocked, who laughed. Nothing mattered but the delicious texture of wet, slippery tongue. It was almost as good as a cock-fucking.
"Eat ... screw it in ... chew on me . eat me up," she begged, her lips trembling with growing passion.
Carla pulled the loose folds of skin away from Donna's tiny, pulsating clit, then bared her teeth. Slowly, she scraped them up and down the taut clit shaft. The contractions of Donna's cunt caused more cum to ooze from the back of her cunt.
"Will you do mine?" Carla murmured.
Although Donna didn't hear, didn't understand, she would have done anything at that point the girl asked. She nodded her head up and down, moaned with anguished pleasure.
Then, before Donna fully realized what was happening, a burst of total release exploded around the root of Carla's tongue. The climax was wonderful but incomplete. Donna's cunt muscles sucked at an imaginary cock, demanded the hard texture against her pulsating pussy walls.
"Fuckkkkk!" Donna screamed. "I ... I need a big ... hard cock ... inside me ... eat ... fuck ... yessssss!"
A few moments later, when her pleasures subsided to dull throbs, she was aware of an emptiness. Carla had pulled away and sat back on her haunches, looking at Donna's smoldering pussy hole.
Then a memory stirred in Donna's mind. Carla had asked her something. She couldn't remember what, but she did know that she had agreed to do something.
"Now ... lick on mine," Carla said. She turned to Bob and smiled. "Untie her and put her mouth on my pussy."
Before Donna knew what was happening, the ropes became loose and she wilted to the floor. She was then dragged over to where Carla was and her head was forced down between Carla's parted thighs.
Carla's oozing, reddish-colored cunt hole gaped like a wound.
"No!" Donna yelled, pushing against the hand at the back of her neck. "I ... I won't!"
As she said the last word, her lips were violently crushed against the delicate folds of Carla's cunt flesh. Her nose was ground in the red-gold pussy hairs.
"Eat on it!" Bob commanded. "Strap that bitch's cunt on like a gas mask and suck, you pussy-eating whore."
Donna fought back a wave of revulsion, wishing she were dead. Never in her life had she imagined ever being this close to another woman!
Carla's cunt lips were like a mouth, munching at her tongue. Donna was drawn inside. Then she felt Carla's rubbery clit throb against her teeth.
My mouth is on a pussy! Donna thought, numbed.
A dark, creamy fuck hole where countless cocks have spit out gallons of cum over the years. Wayne's cock, Bob's cock, Tony's cock ...
She could almost taste the flavor of prick eating through the perfume of cunt juice.
"Oh, lick me," Carla moaned, clawing at Donna's shoulders. "Make it like a cock ... in and out ... bite me ... take me ... "
Donna couldn't believe the heat from the woman's pussy. Her cunt was like an oven! Did her own pussy feel like that when she was excited? Like a mouth?
She pushed her tongue fully inside the pink gash, darted the tip of her tongue over Carla's swollen flesh. More fuck fluid burned into her tongue.
"No ... please ... no," she said, more to herself than to the hand that held her down.
"Yes ... God, yes!" Carla cried. She began bucking her ass up and down, flexing her pussy muscles. "Fuck me with it ... all the way in ... faster, cunt, faster ... "
Although the hand moved away from the back of Donna's head, she made no attempt to pull her face away. She was now being held there by some mysterious force. And each time she stabbed her tongue inside, she felt her own cunt burn with pleasure.
"Just ... tie you up," Bob said, wrapping the ropes around Donna's wrists. He forced her hands down to Carla's ankles, then tied the two women together. "Now ... you can't get away."
Donna hated herself, but she was beginning to enjoy what was happening. Tied to a woman, made to perform ...
Carla's pussy was hot and the farther inside Donna fucked her tongue, the greater the pleasure. She began pulling at the ropes, but not to get free. Instead, she wanted to embrace the woman, draw her even closer.
"Mmmmm ... I ... love this," Donna heard herself say. "I never knew pussy tasted so good."
"Lick me ... God, I'm almost there," Carla moaned. Her back arched, then she began clawing at the air. "Yes ... Christ ... yes ... ohhhh ... Jesussssss!"
Carla's orgasm was so intense that Donna thought the woman's cunt would yank out her tongue. And the heat! If her cunt was like an oven before, it was like a volcano now!
Suddenly, the sensations at the back of Donna's throat melted downward and constricted her own guts. A fluttering became a series of spasms, then a hard convulsion, sweeping up her cunt tube.
"Mmmmffff," she gurgled, burrowing fully between Carla's legs. Another stab of climax ripped into her pussy. She gave another long groan, then opened her mouth as wide as possible. Tongue and clit throbbed wildly together.
Finally, the two women collapsed, their swollen tits heaving with excitement, their moans filling the room.
God, Donna thought, I've ... just licked out a pussy! A woman's pussy!
Was there no limit to her self-degradation?
And all because she had been so stupid about leaving her airline ticket.
She suddenly wondered what her husband was doing. He would be in California by now, and he probably had some cunt writhing beneath him.
His cock was fucking in and out wildly, ready to blow in his cum. And he was secure in the knowledge that she was in Florida.
What a laugh!
She would never even see Florida, much less play out any of her fantasies. She would be held prisoner here for a week, subjected to the horrors of these men, this woman. They would use her, abuse her over and over.
Then rob her.
Still, would she have had the pleasures-these pleasures-in Florida? Would she have done that to a woman? Yes, she had to admit, she would have missed a great deal.
She pulled at the ropes that bound her to Carla's legs. The hemp cut into her flesh like the teeth of a small animal, causing new sensations to throb in her cunt.
Then, without being ordered to do so, she again licked at Carla's smoldering pussy.
This time, though, she did it all on her own.
And the three men watched and waited.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Donna had been fucked so many times she lost count. The taste of cum was constantly on her breath, and her throat was raw from being fucked by hard, throbbing cocks.
She turned slightly in the bed and felt the ropes at her feet and hands cut into her flesh. A body-she didn't know whose-lay against her side. It didn't matter anyway, for all three men seemed to melt into one sadistic brute who fucked her over and over.
On the second day of her capture she'd given up all hope of escape. Even if they untied her, she was too weak to make any attempt.
"Mmmmm, you awake?" she heard a deep voice say.
"Yes," Donna replied numbly. She didn't know what time it was, even what day it was. The room was darkened and it could have been evening or morning. "I'm awake," she added.
A heavy body crushed down on her form, then she felt the rock-hard texture of a cock sear between her thighs. The familiar, sandpaper-like pain hit her insides as the swollen cockhead fucked deep into her reamed-out canal.
"Ahhhh ... nothing like a sweet piece of ass to start the day," she heard him say, finally recognizing his voice.
It was Tony, and for that, she was thankful.
At least he wasn't quite the beast Wayne and Bob were. She still bore the bruises on her flesh from their fucking.
It seemed that each day brought new horror, new humiliation from them. With Bob, especially. It seemed he wasn't satisfied with her screams of anguish until her voice was also racked with pleasure. Lately, she couldn't even distinguish between the two sensations.
"Mind if I suck on your tits?" Tony said, moving his warm, wet mouth from her neck to her tits.
Mind? What choice did she have?
Her pussy entrance widened as the root of Tony's cock throbbed inside her cunt hole. She could now feel the loose flesh of his balls just under her pussy crack. They were pulsating like two furry animals.
"Ohhhh," she murmured, feeling the dull sensations at the back of her cunt become electric.
"God, baby, you've got the sweetest goddamned cunt," Tony grunted. "Sure gonna hate leaving here today."
Donna flinched with surprise. Then it had been a week! It was almost over!
"Today is ... Sunday?" she asked.
"Yeah," Tony said, smacking his lips around her nipples. "Guess we'd better clear out before your old man comes home."
Oh ... sweet Hollis, Donna thought. What would his reaction be when he found out what had happened to her? Coming home to a house that had been robbed, finding his wife on the bed, suffering from an entire week of fucking and sucking?
He would probably blame himself forever, and even though neither was at fault, it might be the ruin of their marriage.
She decided then, if she could help it, he wouldn't find out. About the rape, anyway. After they came home from the airport, she would try to register surprise at finding their house looted.
Hollis ... Hollis ...
She could see his dark good looks, his firm, pulsating cock, feel his muscular, hairy arms embrace her.
"Mmmmm, fuck me," she whispered, arching her back. "God ... stick it to me and screw my pussy good ... "
"You got it, whore," Tony said, biting into the delicate flesh of her tits. "Gonna ream this little cunt out so fucking hard!"
With that, he began fucking wildly into her pussy. Soon his hairy, tight ass was bobbing up and down in a fleshy blur, his balls slapping the insides of her thighs.
"Yes ... God, yes," Donna panted. "Just like that ... harder, baby ... all the way in ... make it ... hurt."
Donna didn't care that it wasn't her husband on top of her. With her eyes closed, it could very well have been Hollis. Tony's cock was just as big and thick, his shoulders wide and muscular.
A sudden burst of ecstasy hit the back of her cunt, causing every muscle in her body to tighten. Slowly, the burning sensations swept forward, then exploded around her cunt opening.
"Hard!" she shrieked. "Goddamn you ... hard!"
The warmth of Tony's mouth seemed to pull her tits right down his throat. Another jolt of climax riddled her guts. She began screaming with anguished release.
Then, when she didn't think it was possible for the sensations to get any more intense, they did. She felt his cock jerk with life, begin to spit out thick, milky wads of cum.
"Fucking ... take it, slut!" Tony gasped, biting from her tits to the hollow of her throat. He licked over her chin, then clamped his mouth around her parted lips. He stabbed his tongue over hers. "Here ... bitch ... screw it ... unhhhh ... up here! Take it ... all the way ... here!"
Soon, Donna's insides were a bubbly cauldron of cum. But the best part came when the bulk of his jism showered her pussy. The fluid blasted over her fluttering cunt walls, then melted backward, rolling over her buzzing clit. The liquid was like boiling acid, eating right to the core.
"Aieeeee!" she wailed, then fell back, gasping for air. "Fuck ... yes ... fuck me!"
"Ohhh ... shit," Tony grunted, fucking in the last of his cum. He squirmed his ass around, fucking his cock inside her slicked-up pussy opening. "Felt like I screwed my ... brains out!"
After they had lain there for a few moments, Donna heard the shuffling of feet in the hallway. Before the door opened, she knew what was in store for her.
Bob and Wayne had spent the night with Carla, probably fucking her crazy, and they would now start the day with her.
But it was the last day ...
She had held on until now, she could take a few more hours.
She shivered. Maybe she couldn't. If she three-way fucked a thousand times, she would never get used to having three cocks inside her at the same time.
A woman just wasn't built for such abuse.
"You ready for us, baby?" Bob said after opening the door, entering the room naked. Behind him trailed Wayne, an eager smile on his face.
"Aw, shit, I thought I had her all to myself," Tony said.
"You thought wrong," Bob said, getting onto the bed. "Ok, off. Let me at that sweet cunt."
Perhaps the most terrible thing about it was the fact that they wouldn't untie her. And with three of them fucking her body, her bonds pulled against her until all her joints throbbed with burning spasms of pain.
Tied up and fucked by three men at the same time. She still couldn't get used to the idea. It simply wasn't real. It was a nightmare.
Tony pulled away and crawled up on the bed. He flopped his cock down to her face and forced the tip of his cum-stained prickshaft against her lips. At the same time, Donna felt herself repositioned. Bob lay on top of her and fucked his cock savagely into her pussy. Wayne lay behind her and fucked his prick deep into her shitter.
"Ohhhhh!" she screamed around the wet texture of Tony's cock. "It ... it's killing me!"
Her words became a gurgle of anguish as Tony shoved forward, fucking his prick fully into her throat. He then reached between his legs and rolled his balls over her cheeks.
After the first blinding spasm of pain had subsided, Donna relaxed slightly. Her only hope was that the three-way fuck would be over soon.
"Like this?" Bob grunted, kissing the inside of her arm as he fucked his cock in and out of her pussy. "Hmmmm, baby? Three big cocks at the same time? Bet your husband can't give you thrills like this."
Even if Donna could have answered, she would have been dumbfounded as to an answer. Did this jerk think this was pleasure? She felt like her insides were on fire.
"Hey, Bob, I think you're gonna have to chain out her shitter again," Wayne said from behind her. "She's closing up some."
His words were like a knife in Donna's brain. Not that chain! Bob had worked on her with that chain until she knew she couldn't take it again. Her only hope as to try to relax completely so Wayne's cock would go in and out more easily.
"Mmmm, that's better," Wayne said, kissing the back of her neck. "Ohhh ... yes, a lot better."
When Donna forced herself to relax, she felt a growing pressure inside her body, although it wasn't from their cocks. She'd never felt anything like it before.
Her lips closed more tightly around Tony's cock and she rubbed her nose into the wiry patch of crotch hair.
Cock ...
In her throat, in her pussy, in her ass.
Grinding in and out, totally filling every crevice. And after a few seconds, it was as if she had become a part of them.
"Mmmmm," she gurgled, rocking her head back and forth. She flexed, then relaxed her pussy and ass muscles, felt their cocks fuck farther inside her body. Another moan burst from her throat, becoming muffled in Tony's thick growth of crotch hair.
"Suck it, cocksucker," Tony said, pumping his ass back and forth. "Right ... between your cum-loving tonsils, whore!"
Donna was almost afraid to admit it, but she was beginning to like this. There was no pain, and her body seemed to be filling with liquid warmth. She began writhing, clawing at her palms with her nails.
Three cocks fucking wildly inside her body ...
Before the thought was complete, her insides flooded with a clawing pleasure. And, a couple of seconds later, she experienced a series of climaxes that were so powerful that she thought the top of her head would blow off.
She jerked her mouth away from Tony's cock and bit the inside of his thigh, drawing blood.
"Fuckkkkkk!" she shrieked, her eyes squinting shut. "All ... all of you ... fuck me ... God, I've got to have it ... together!"
As the last few words escaped her lips, she felt a warmness splash over her face. She quickly opened her eyes and saw Tony's cockhead jerk wildly, spitting out thick globs of molten cum. She lapped out her tongue and caught some of the fluid, sucking it greedily into the back of her throat.
"Jesus ... fucking Christ!" Bob growled, heaving forward, fucking in the first of his massive cum-load.
While cum burned into her stomach, Donna felt her pussy swell under Bob's savage fucking. Then, to her disbelief, she felt Wayne's cock expand, explode with his jism.
Three cocks at the same time ... blowing their loads at the same time!
Just the idea was enough to cause her insides to react violently. Soon, ecstasy bordered pain, leaving her writhing in anguished desire.
And it wouldn't stop. Each time she felt the subsiding pangs of orgasm, another burst of climax would fill her guts. She was out of control, every cell in her body becoming a vacuum for their cum, their fucking cocks.
"Screw on it, you cocksucking ... whore!" Bob grunted, pumping in the last of his jism.
"Take mine, too," Wayne whispered, nibbling at the back of her neck as he ground in the final globs of his release.
At last, Donna went limp, her tits heaving with satisfaction. She knew then that she had experienced few other women ever would.
Total, pure, raw pleasure. It was so good, so intense, her teeth were tingling still.
"Ohhhhh ... God," she whispered, letting Tony's prick slide from her throat. She kissed the tip of his cockshaft as his prick slipped from between her lips. "It ... it was ... wonderful ... "
"Not bad," Bob said, pulling away. He sat back on his haunches and looked at her firm, ripened body. "But just wait until you find out what we've saved up for you."
Donna didn't like the sound of his voice. It was even more cruel than before.
But if she'd taken this horror for almost seven days, what on earth could they do to her now?
"We're gonna lean up against the wall, and you're gonna crawl back and forth. You're gonna suck us dry, baby," Bob said.
What's unusual about that? She'd sucked their cocks all week long.
"And then you're gonna put on another show for us," Bob added.
So? What's the big deal? They'd made her eat out Carla more times than she could count.
And besides, if the prick thought he was forcing her to do things she didn't want to do, he was wrong.
She liked sucking them off, and she liked tongue-fucking Carla's pussy.
Donna smiled. They no longer had any control over her. She had reached her limit of humiliation. She couldn't possibly absorb anymore.
"This next show is gonna be a little different," Bob continued. "You'll have a ... dog-gone good time."
Donna was puzzled by their laughter.
"But first, get on your knees, cocksucker and lick some big prick," Bob said, fumbling with the ropes at her hands and feet.
After she was free, Bob pushed her roughly to the floor, then tied her hands behind her back. He spread his legs as he stood before her and thrust his hips forward.
"Suck me," he commanded, rolling the tip of his cock over her lips. "Take it down ... and eat me dry ... "
As Donna gulped his prick to its furry base, she looked at Wayne and Tony move beside Bob. The three of them were standing there like three pagan gods, their cocks rigid, ready to fuck their loads of jism into her throat.
And then they would watch while she ate out Carla's pussy.
"That's it, baby, eat it down like a good little girl," Bob said, placing his hands behind her head. "Get yourself all warmed up for the show you're gonna give us."
"Make sure Carla is in here to watch, too," Wayne said.
Carla watch?
They had something else in mind, but what? She looked upward, through the brush of Bob's crotch hairs, a puzzled expression on her face. He was looking down, a sadistic grin on his mouth.
"You wondering about the show, baby?" he said, fucking his prick back and forth. "You're gonna get doggy-fucked, that's what," he added.
Doggy-fucked? So? They had done that, too. They had fucked her from behind scores of times.
"His name is Rex," Bob laughed. "That means king."
"Mmmmmfff?" Donna gurgled, her mind darkening with a new-found terror.
"And his big ol' dog cock is long and red and he just loves fucking lady pussy," Bob said.
It took a long while for his words to register. She wanted to scream, but she couldn't. Surely, they wouldn't make her do anything that terrible!
"You're gonna have your little pussy just pumped full of hot dog cum," Bob said.
"No!" Donna screamed, recoiling from his grasp. "I ... won't! I can't!"
But, as she looked at their faces, she knew she would have to.
Later, her tears mixed with Bob's cum dripped from her chin to her upturned tits while her mind was filled with thoughts too horrifying to put into words.
CHAPTER NINE
Although Donna's mind was almost burned out from the physical abuse she had suffered, she jerked to life when she saw the dog, a German shepherd.
He was enormous, bigger than anything she'd ever seen. The powerful jaws were parted, revealing sharp, bone-white teeth and a long, lapping tongue. When Bob led the beast into the room, Donna could see a glint in the animal's eyes that chilled her bones to the marrow.
"Hold it, boy," Bob said, jerking back on the leather leash.
Donna pulled at the bonds that held her wrists and ankles, but when the men had tied her to the bed, they had made sure she couldn't escape. The hemp cut into her flesh, leaving her skin bruised and swollen.
Spread-eagled like this, if Bob let the dog go, Donna knew the animal would pounce on her. She knew Bob wouldn't, however. He wanted her to squirm, fully realize the torture she was about to experience.
"Don't ... God, don't," she begged, realizing her pleas were pointless.
"You like that pussy, Rex?" Bob said to the dog, ignoring Donna's cries of help. "It's nice, boy. So sweet and tight. Maybe you'd like to run that tongue up there first?"
The dog looked up at Bob as if he understood, then again pulled on the leash. His muscles were standing out, his front legs leaving the floor. A low growl escaped his throat.
"You like it, don't you, Rex?" Bob laughed. "Just fucking bet you can't wait to get that ol' dog cock of yours up her pussy."
Wayne and Tony joined in the laughter, their eyes on Donna's horrified expression.
"Go ahead, let him at her," Tony said, licking his lips in anticipation.
"We want to make it good, though," Bob said to Wayne. "Go get some syrup or something."
When Wayne left the room, Bob let the dog approach a little closer to the bed. Donna jerked and screamed when she felt the cold nose of the beast against the side of her ankle. She tried pulling her foot free of the knots of ropes, but she was rewarded only with a flash of blinding pain.
"Jesus ... please ... dear God, you ... you can't do this!" she gasped, her voice shrill with terror.
A few seconds later, Wayne entered the room carrying a bottle of honey. He nodded to Bob, then moved to the side of the bed. He opened the cap and poured a little of the sticky fluid over Donna's mound of cunt, then stuck his finger in the bottle. He thrust his hand against the dog's muzzle, letting the animal lick the honey off his finger.
"You like that, boy?" he said, grinning at Bob, then looking at Donna. "Huh, Rex? That honey good? There's more, right up there."
Donna began sobbing, begging, but her agony only made the men more determined to inflict greater humiliation. Wayne began smearing honey on her tits, then on the hollow of her throat.
Donna wished she could faint, but she couldn't. If anything, her senses became more acute. She even thought she could hear the pounding of the dog's heart.
To be fucked by an animal ...
What would happen? Would the dog fuck his cock in her cunt while he licked the honey off her tits? Or would he chew those horrible teeth into her flesh, rip her life away while he fucked her with his prick?
She began bucking, not caring if she tore her arms and legs off. She had to get away!
"No!" she shrieked.
"Go get her, Rex," Bob said, releasing the leash.
As if in slow motion, Donna watched the dog jerk free and bound on the bed. When his coarse fur touched her flesh, it was like a million icy-hot needles pricking her insides. She froze, afraid even to breathe.
Rex crouched between her parted legs as if pondering the situation. Slowly, his mouth widened and his long, slobbery tongue hung out. His eyes glinted with primeval lust.
The men gathered around the bed, watching to see what the dog would do next.
"Holy Cow!" Donna heard Carla gasp as she entered the room. "You guys have gone all out, haven't you?"
Donna looked at the other woman for support, for help, but she had the same insane look in her eyes as did the men.
"Yeah, he's just started," Tony said. "Have a seat and see what he'll do."
Donna wanted to close her eyes, to block out this ultimate degradation, but she couldn't. With fascinated horror, she watched the dog lower his muzzle, then felt the cold, rough texture of his nose against her cunt lips.
"Please!" Donna yelled, writhing as if on fire.
As the word burst from her throat, she felt the dog's tongue lick into her cunt. His spit was liquid filth, defiling her pussy.
The dog began smacking noisily, fucking his long, wet tongue farther inside Donna's cunt. Soon, he had licked off all the honey, but he still lapped at her tender, loose folds of pussy flesh. Donna could feel his sharp teeth scrape over her clit.
"Goddamn ... talk about licking pussy!" Carla said, kneeling beside the bed. "I want him after she's finished."
Donna couldn't believe her ears. How perverted could a woman be? To actually want it!
Rex fucked his tongue farther inside Donna's pussy. As he did, his teeth pricked into her delicate cunt flesh. Donna screamed, tried to squirm away from his horrible muzzle, but the dog wasn't having any of that. He jabbed his paws against her stomach and held her down, burrowing harder between her thighs.
"Aargggg," the animal growled, jerking his head back and forth.
Donna's mind was filled with total revulsion at what was happening. She realized, however, there wasn't a power in heaven or earth that could stop what was happening.
And this might only be the beginning!
The dog chewed and sucked on her cunt, humped his lower body downward, dragged his hairy belly over her legs. She could feel the wet tip of his reddish-colored, swollen cock.
"No ... God, no," she whimpered, feeling tears sting her cheeks.
"Lick her out good, boy," Bob said, patting the dog's back. He let his hand move to the back of the dog's head, then crammed it hard between Donna's legs. "Fuck her with it, Rex. Ream her out."
Although Donna couldn't imagine a greater horror, she soon encountered one. A growing terrifying sensation began fluttering the insides of her cunt.
The dog's tongue was like a thick, slippery cock. Half-hard, but massive, his tongue probed where a fully erect prick would go.
In and out ... licking ... delving ... eating ...
The sensation at the back of her cunt was like ice-cold oil, oozing forward, sliding over her wet, slippery pussy flesh.
"No ... God, no!" she screamed again, but this time to herself, to her own emotions.
What they were doing was horrible enough, but to actually ...
Feel pleasure?
She screamed again, her voice racked with sobs. The sensation became more powerful, filled her with uncontrollable pleasure.
Like a cock ... in and out ... grinding, eating ... fucking ...
Her pussy began throbbing as if a million volts of electricity were flowing into her guts. The bottom of her cunt crack began spitting out fuck juice, which the dog lapped down eagerly.
Donna's climax began to surge forward with greater speed, then blasted around her cunt opening with such force that she thought her insides would explode. She froze, her flesh turning ashen, then screamed.
"Jesus ... she's really getting her rocks," Carla said, her eyes filled with envy.
"Do it ... God do it, you bastard dog!" Donna heard herself say, each word filling her with greater humiliation. She couldn't stop the flow of words, however. "Eat ... suck ... chew ... unhhhhhhh ... fuck my pussy with your tongue ... lick it ... fuck me with your cock!"
Dog cock! She had actually begged for dog cock! She refused to believe she could lower herself so.
"Get up here and fuck me," she said, choking on the words. "Someone push him up and let him fuck me!"
The men laughed, then Bob grabbed the scruff of the dog's neck and yanked the beast forward. He pushed his muzzle down between Donna's honey-coated tits.
"Fuck her, boy. She says she wants it," Bob said.
Donna felt two sensations at the same time. The first was the dog's wet, rough mouth on her tits. The other was a sharp stab of red, swollen cockhead.
"Goddamn ... would you look at Rex's cock!" Carla gasped. "It's like a two-foot snake!"
His prick felt exactly two feet long-perhaps longer-as his cock entered Donna's cunt. The first inches were wonderful, but as he fucked in more, pain began to burn, throb.
"Ohhhh ... hurts," she panted. She squirmed, could feel his rock-like balls against the insides of her thighs. They pulsated slightly, filled with loads of thick yellow cum. "Make him ... "
She meant to say stop. Surely she meant that!
" ... fuck me harder!" she finished.
The dog fucked savagely in and out of her pussy, grinding the base of his thin, rubbery cock around in her cunt hole. His long, wet tongue was sliding back and forth between her tits, his teeth nipping at her hard nipples.
"Fuck me ... you fucking animal!" Donna screamed, again feeling a surge of orgasm. She began working with the dog, thrusting her hips up and down until her lower body was a blur. "All the way ... in me ... that's it ... yes ... fuck me ... screw me full of hot dog cum ... "
Each word she uttered lowered her to the pits of degradation, but she didn't care. In fact, she loved it. She wanted to be used, to be defiled. For with each horror, each stroke of dog cock, she felt pleasure she hadn't dreamed possible.
Suddenly, she felt her insides swell. The dog's prick was expanding, pulsating like an angry puff adder. Then, to Donna's amazement, the cockhead seemed to curve, crawl back down the shaft.
Was it possible for his cock to bend double? Possibly. Maybe that's why when dogs fucked it was hard to separate them. Would it be that way with her? After the dog had fucked in his cum, would he be trapped inside?
"Yes ... I ... I hope so," she voiced the thought.
His bullet-shaped cockhead began throbbing wilder, growing until his prickhead seemed as big as a fist. A few seconds later, it exploded, sending the first yellow mass of cum around his fucking cockshaft.
"Aieeeeeee!" Donna shrieked, feeling the fuck fluid eat into her flesh like boiling acid. Each drop seemed to bring with it another burst of orgasm for her guts. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
More masses of cum shot from the dog's cock. Then, as her cunt became loaded up and there was no more room, the fuck juice poured from her pussy opening. It melted into the crack of her ass, then splashed against the small of her back. The sheets stuck to her flesh like a second skin.
"More ... all of it, you bastard!" Donna choked, pumping her ass up and down wildly, no longer caring that anyone was watching. Nothing mattered but the delicious waves of pleasure that riddled her insides. "Cum inside me ... give me gallons ... fuck me ... "
Finally, her words trailed off to a spluttering moan and her body went limp. She simply couldn't take the ecstasy any longer although her body still craved it.
The dog gave another few humps, then relaxed, heaving his full weight inside her pussy. His teeth were on her right tit, his tongue rolling over her rock-hard nipple.
"Shit, we ought to get that bitch a donkey," Bob laughed. "You see how she took that dog cock?"
"I want it now," Carla said. "Come here, boy. I've got a sweet, hot pussy for you-"
"Shut up, you dog-fucking whore," Bob snapped. "We're not through with her yet."
Not through ... not through ... not through ...
What had he said? What could they possibly do now? They had violated her ultimately. There was nothing left.
"Ready for another fucking?" Bob said, looking down at Donna's ecstasy-ridden expression.
Donna didn't know whether to laugh or cry. How could she answer? She didn't even trust her own emotions. When her mind screamed no, her voice begged yes.
"Let's untie her and get her on her stomach," Bob said to Wayne and Tony. "Roll the bitch over and really see some doggy-fucking."
Donna was too exhausted to protest. She was like a rag doll when they grabbed at her body. And after pulling the dog away, she found herself on her stomach, the ropes again attached to her legs and arms.
"Get that ass, boy," Bob said to the dog, pulling him back onto the bed. "Run it up there and really fuck out her shitter."
Yes, Donna thought suddenly, they could do worse. And now it was about to happen. This horrible animal was now going to fuck her asshole. She would feel the same pressure, experience the same pain, only this time in her ass.
She felt the dog's wet mouth against the small of her back, could almost see his curved, swollen cock as his prick slid between the insides of her thighs.
"Let me help him get it in," Carla said, reaching for the animal's prick with both hands. She forced the tip of his enormous cockshaft between Donna's ass cheeks, grinding his prick against her puckered, tiny fuck hole. "Ohhhh ... it's gonna go in so easy."
Donna bucked, expecting a bolt of savage pain, but the pain never came. Instead, she felt a sweet, delicious sensation as the dog's cock fucked into her shitter. And even when his cockhead seemed to fuck right up between her lungs, she couldn't imagine anything more wonderful.
"Ohhhh ... yes," she panted, clawing at her palms with her fingernails. "Fuck me ... stick it all the way in ... give me some more hot ... dog cum, you prick ... "
The dog began humping, brutally stabbing his cock in and out of her shitter. And each time his cockroot pounded against her entrance, she could feel his small, nut-like balls burn against her flesh. They were pulsating, loading up with another load of jism.
"Now I'm gonna get in on some of this," she heard Bob say. "Baby? You want to lick some prick while Rex reams out your shitter?"
Donna wanted to yell out that she didn't, but the thought was ridiculous. She did want to suck him off. In fact, her throat was burning with a hunger she couldn't believe.
"Yes," she whispered, turning to face his cock. "Let me eat you dry ... suck you right into my throat ... "
Bob crawled to the head of the bed and slipped under her upper body, forcing his feet under her outstretched arms. He then grabbed her by the hair of the head and slammed her face down on his crotch.
"Suck me, you dog-fucking whore," he said, punching his hips upward.
His cock fucked between Donna's lips, then pushed her tonsils apart. Slowly, it pulsated down her throat until the wiry brush of his crotch hair scraped her cheeks.
"Aaaghhhhh," she choked, but made no move to pull away. It seemed as if cock were more precious than air at this moment. Another moan burst around the root of his cock.
Sucking cock ... getting fucked by a dog ...
If you could only see me now, she thought, wondering what her husband would say. No, I didn't go to Florida. Instead, I stayed home and fucked three men, ate out a woman, then let a dog fuck my ass. And even though they raped me, forced me to do it, I loved it. In fact, if I knew then what I know now, I would have left my airline ticket at home on purpose!
"Mmmmmfffff," she gurgled, feeling her insides become a fiery cauldron of desire.
"Faster, bitch ... suck me dry!" Bob commanded, forcing her face brutally between his legs. "Lick it right down to your cocksucking stomach, you jism-eating slut!"
Donna chewed and sucked on his cock worshipfully. And each time her mouth ground around in his hairs, she felt her throat throb just like her ass and cunt. Her entire body was in flames, ready to explode with what she knew would be total, ultimate pleasure.
Suddenly, Bob jerked her head away from his crotch, letting her lips quiver about two inches from the end of his cockshaft. While he held her head with one hand, he began jacking his prick with the other.
"Gonna blow it on your face, bitch," he said.
While he jerked his prickshaft up and down, Donna felt rubbery warmth against her sides. Wayne and Tony were now standing beside her, jacking their pricks against her flesh.
They were going to cum on her ... splash wads of jism all over her body!
"Claw on my pussy," Carla said, getting on the bed, straddling Donna's right hand. "Finger-fuck me ... before I go crazy."
The men jerked their cocks against her body, the dog fucked savagely inside her shitter, and Carla began pumping her body up and down over Donna's hand.
They were writhing flesh, using their bodies to defile, to humiliate ... and Donna loved it, worshiped it.
"God ... give it to me ... blow your wads all over me," she begged, her body quivering with anticipation. As she spoke, she fucked Carla's cunt with her fingers.
"Beg for it, cunt," Bob said. "Tell us what a cum-eating slut you are."
"I'm a cum-eating slut," Donna said. "I ... I eat cum, I love getting fucked by dogs ... I want you to screw your cum all over my body ... I ... I am a slut ... love cum ... I ... I ... "
Her words became a scream as Bob's cock exploded with creamy warmth. His molten jism showered her face, then dropped from her eyes to her cheeks. The very second the scalding fuck fluid hit her flesh, Donna bucked, then froze, her insides exploding with the most intense orgasm she'd ever felt.
"Yessssss!" she hissed, opening her mouth wide to catch some of the spurting fuck fluid. "I ... I'm a cum-eating ... cum-gargling ... slutttttttttt!"
A couple of seconds later, as her climax peaked violently, she felt Wayne's cock expand, then jerk with life. He had barely shot out two wads of cum on her back, when Tony's prick began blowing its load. Carla screamed and crushed her pussy against Donna's clawing hand.
Donna was in a flowing, milky river of pleasure. And when she thought it was impossible for the situation to get any better, it did.
The dog fucked brutally into her ass, then growled loudly as his cock burst, sending molten showers of cum into her asshole.
Tied up, raped, assaulted, covered with cum ...
"Aieeeeeee!" Donna shrieked, experiencing a seemingly never-ending series of climaxes.
"Take ... the rest," Bob said, fucking his cock into her throat. "Ahhhh ... shit ... lick it down, bitch ... "
Donna gulped on the bulk of his cum-load, felt the fuck fluid crawl around in her throat like angry insects. More convulsions of orgasm tore into her body, each one more intense, more delicious than the last.
She then felt two cocks against her cheeks. Wayne and Tony forced their pricks against her cheeks and unloaded their cocks against her face.
More dog cum, more human cum, and Carla's cunt was drawing on her fingers like a magnet.
"Mmmmmmm," Donna gurgled, wallowing her head around in the milky masses of fuck juice.
Finally, they all went limp, the room filling with their exhausted moans of pleasure. And Donna inhaled the sweet smell of raw sex, tasted primitive pleasure.
A short while later, Bob pulled away from her face and sat on the side of the bed. He grinned down at Donna, then rubbed his fingers over her back.
"Too bad we have to leave," he said. "I could handle another week of this."
"Aw, we can find ourselves someone else," Wayne said philosophically. "You guys ready to shove off?"
"Yeah," Carla said, getting off the bed. "Find anything to take?"
That's right, Donna thought. They had come to rob her.
"Naw, let's just blow," Bob said, reaching for his jeans. "If we're nice, maybe the lady will let us come back." He walked over and lowered his face to the back of Donna's neck. "Would you do that, sweetheart?"
Let them come back? A person would have to be crazy to say yes!
"Sure," Donna said.
Bob untied her, then gave her a friendly kiss on the cheek. He then walked out of the room with the rest of them.
Donna lay there for a long while after she heard their motorcycles start up and speed away. She tried to make some sense of what had happened, her own thoughts, but it was useless.
And anyway, she had to get the house cleaned up for Hollis. He'd be home in a couple of hours.
First, she had to get herself cleaned up. Her entire body was bathed with cum.
A few moments later, she began washing away the results of a week of terror, horror, humiliation ...
Of pleasure.
CHAPTER TEN
Donna didn't know if she should tell Hollis about what had happened or not. Where even to begin? But something told her that if she didn't explain her new desires, their relationship might suffer.
But how do you tell a husband that you want to be tied up, raped, assaulted, humiliated?
Wouldn't that, in itself, ruin their marriage?
While she studied her quandary, Hollis sat beside her in the car, wondering how to approach Donna with his problem.
He'd met this woman in California that was a dream come true. Christ, what a fuck!
Not only had she begged for him to fuck her ass-something Donna wouldn't ever do-but she wanted to be tied up, assaulted, practically raped.
She had even suggested he pop her with his belt. He had, and he could still see her tits react to the whipping. They began swelling, her nipples like twin clits.
Her screams of anguish and ecstasy still echoed in his mind.
"Fuck my ass, you bastard!" she had begged. "Beat me ... fuck me ... screw my brains out!"
And he had loved it. Too much. In fact, he didn't know if he would ever be able to enjoy the mild forms of sex he and Donna had.
But how to tell her?
Donna looked at her husband. Mild-mannered Clark Kent. While he was pumping his ass up and down, merely fucking some woman gently, she had been savagely raped.
And that's what she wanted.
But how to tell him?
"Honey?" they said at the same time, then stopped.
"Yes?" Donna said.
"You ... uh, want to go to bed when we get home?" he asked.
"I sure do," Donna replied, excitement in her voice. "And you know what?"
"What's that?"
"I'd like for us to try something ... different," she said.
"Different?" he said, swallowing hard.
"Tell you what," Donna said, "let's make love my way one night, and then your way the next. OK?"
"You really mean that?" Hollis said, not bothering to hide his excitement.
"Sure do. But let's do it my way tonight," Donna said. "And let me tell you, I really want it different."
The thirty-five-minute drive from Dallas airport to Mansfield took a lot less time.
* * *
Donna pulled against the ropes at her wrists and screamed when the pain seared into her body. Her pussy was on fire, her ass shaking under the assault of his belt.
"Harder," she begged. "Hit me ... fuck me, you bastard!"
While Hollis fucked his cock brutally into her cunt he smacked her ass again with the wide leather belt.
"God, baby, you must have read my mind," he said, his lips against hers. "This is exactly what I want."
It had happened so quickly it took them both a few moments to realize what was going on. They had entered the house like two naughty children, and, before the front door was shut, Donna began tearing at his clothes. She then tore her own off and raced to the bedroom. She had thrust the ropes into his hands and ordered him to tie her up, assault her.
He had been so filled with hungry lust that he hadn't even bothered to question why the ceiling was half-caved in. He had thrown the rope over the exposed rafter and yanked her arms up until her toes barely touched the carpet. While she hung there, his cock was pounding his stomach like a slapping hand.
"Beat me ... take me," Donna had begged. "Use your belt. Hurt me, you bastard ... hurt me all over!"
As if in a dream, Hollis took his belt from his trousers and slapped it across her ass. Immediately, her cunt began oozing, wetting-up her pussy hairs with steaming fuck fluid.
"Hurry ... God, hurry up and fuck my pussy!" Donna yelled, thrusting her hips back and forth. "Give it to me ... "
"Why ... hurry?" Hollis said, again slapping her ass with the belt. "I ... I love fucking you like this, baby."
"I want you to screw my shitter!" Donna gasped. "Mmmmm, fuck me so hard there you blow out my brains!"
Hollis couldn't believe his ears. Fuck her in the ass? Begging him?
Oh, thank you, Jesus, thank you, he thought.
Hollis was doing everything she wanted, Donna thought. And even if he didn't enjoy it, he was certainly putting on a good act. And all for her.
"Fuck you in the ass?" Hollis grunted. "You mean that?"
"God ... yes," Donna panted, barely able to talk over the intensity of her climax. "I ... I want your cock-anything-up my ass. Stick the belt in there ... Christ, I want it ... I ... I need it!"
With shaking hands, Hollis forced the tip of the belt between her ass cheeks. Slowly, her asshole opened, then sucked on the leather.
"Ohhh ... yes ... it's almost as good as a cock," Donna groaned, flinching with a delicious mixture of pain and pleasure.
"Holy ... fucking God!" Hollis gasped, wondering what had come over his wife. She was taking that belt like her life depended on it. What the Christ had happened in Florida? "I ... I'm almost there."
"Load me up, you bastard," Donna panted, licking the tip of her tongue over his parted lips. "Give me ... hot cum ... gallons of it ... "
As Hollis fucked his prick savagely to the hilt, he also shoved more of the belt inside her shitter. A split-second later, his cockhead burst with warmth. He held himself against her body for a few seconds, then began fucking violently in and out. When his climax peaked, he yanked the belt from her ass.
"Goddddddd!" Donna yelled, her orgasm so intense her teeth tingled. "Fuck ... fuckkk meeeee!"
As her husband's cum boiled from his cockshaft, then spat back along his probing prickshaft, Donna felt one wave of pleasure after another. Finally, she went limp, gasping for air.
"Ohhh ... Hollis ... that was wonderful," she moaned. "I ... I just wish you could fuck me like this every night."
"I just think I might." Hollis grinned. "And now for that ass?" he asked, hoping she hadn't changed her mind.
"Mmmh-mmm," Donna cooed. "And after that, I want to lick your cum off your cock."
Hollis didn't know what had happened to his wife the week they were apart, but whatever it was, he wished they'd done it long ago. To think he'd been missing all this for ten years.
He withdrew his greasy cock, then positioned himself behind her. When he cupped her ass cheeks, he felt his loins ache, throb with intense pleasure. His prick stood straight up, became glued to his stomach from the sticky film of jism.
"I hope this doesn't hurt you much," he whispered, biting the back of her neck, "but I'm gonna fuck it to you with one punch."
"I ... I want it to hurt," Donna gasped. "Mmmmm, I want to feel every ... aieeeee!"
Her words turned into a shriek of pain and pleasure combined as he fucked his entire slab of cock savagely into her asshole. But even before his cockhead throbbed against her spine, her pussy exploded with another convulsion of raw climax.
"Jesus ... fucking shit!" Hollis growled, grabbing her waist. He began jerking her ass back and forth while he fucked her ass brutally. "So ... tight ... hot ... I ... I think I could blow my fucking wad ... right now."
"Oh, not yet!" Donna panted. "Fuck me like this for a long time ... for hours ... days ... "
Hollis planted himself firmly inside her body, then began rocking them both back and forth. And as his cock melted into her flesh, it was almost as if they became one body.
"Christ ... this is perfect, sweetheart," he moaned, nipping at her neck with his bared teeth. "Nothing could be even halfway as good."
"Put your fingers in my cunt and scoop out some cum for me to eat," Donna said, feeling her throat yearn for his jism.
Hollis moved his hands to her middle and gouged his fingertips into her greasy cunt opening. His spent cum melted over his fingers, ran down his knuckles. He then slipped his hands upward, then against her mouth.
Donna gobbled down on his fingers like they were ten small cocks, eating off the delicious, pussy-flavored jism. As it burned the back of her throat, she felt her insides once more spasm with a massive burst of pleasure.
"Mmmmfffff!" she choked, sucking the entire length of his middle finger into her mouth.
When she had licked his fingers clean, Hollis went back to her cunt. He began tearing at the hole brutally, clawing at her sensitive membranes. Again he placed his cum-soaked hands against her mouth.
Finally, he could take the pleasure no longer. He began fucking in and out of her shitter with full force.
"Take it, you cum-licking slut," he growled, every muscle in his body flexing under the pressure of his fucking. "Right up ... here!"
Donna felt her guts crowd around his cock, then suck just like a starving throat. And when his cum-load buzzed from the root of his prickshaft, she gave a long silent scream, experiencing the full passion of their fucking.
"Fuckkkkkkkkk!" she wailed, finally getting her voice back. "Poke it to me ... gallons ... all the way up to my brains, you wonderful, delicious prick!"
"Unh ... take it, whore bitch," Hollis panted. "God ... every fucking drop ... Unhhhh ... here ... up ... fucking ... here!"
Soon, as the bulk of his cum-load flooded her shitter, and greasy puddle formed between Donna's legs, on the carpet. Her legs were glistening with his release, almost steaming from the intense heat.
"Yes ... yes ... God, yes," Donna said, then went limp. She exhaled loudly, then closed her eyes. "Mmmmmm, we did it my way, want to try it yours now?"
"Shit, baby, we just did," Hollis chuckled. "You mean ... you really liked it?"
"Loved it," Donna said. "And this is only the beginning."
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, I think we could try every trick in the book," Donna said, her voice quivering with renewed lust. "I just want you to defile me in every way you can imagine."
"Well, I sure can think of a lot of ways," Hollis said.
"Like what?" Donna teased, turning her head. She rolled the tip of her tongue over his lips. "Mmmmmm? How are you going to defile me?"
