One need only tune in the television set during prime time on any evening of the week to witness a seemingly endless barrage of violence in the form of "entertainment". Whether it be cops pursuing robbers, or cowboys gunning down Indians, the pattern is invariably the same. The fact that no one is really hurt, at least physically, is also common to them all.
But real violence does exist, and real people, good and bad, are maimed and killed in the streets and homes of America. There are criminals in our midst, people who would steal or rape or kill at the slightest provocation, people who have no respect whatsoever for human life.
Janice Granger is the victim of three such people. Innocent of any crime against man, she nevertheless finds herself tortured and faced with disfigurement and death because she is mistaken for her twin sister, Patty.
TORMENTED TWINS is the shocking story of a young girl's ordeal. An ordeal that any of us might face one day.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Don't you ever say anything like that to me again!"
The perky teenaged blonde flushed red as she clutched the books to her tits and backed against the lockers. Her fingers were trembling while she looked nervously around for help. It was nearly five o'clock. No one was there!
"Come on. The way you were comin' on to me ... shit, you wanna get a taste of my cock, don'tcha?"
Jack Hawkins was scratching his groin, gathering his pants around that hard, long thick cock. Janice Granger's eyes raced down to his crotch, then dropped modestly to the floor. It was Patty's fault. It had to be. Her twin sister was getting her into trouble again.
"If you do anything more, if you say anything more, I'll call for the police," Janice said, her voice low and trembling.
The cocky smile faded on Jack's face, replaced by a stare of anger.
"You go around and play cock-tease, then you tell me you're gonna call the cops. Listen, you goddamned little slut, you ain't gonna swish that ass around and hold out on me, understand? I don't take that kind of shit from any cunt."
The words cut cruelly into Janice's pride. She moved slowly down the hall, her back banging against locks and locker door handles as she prayed someone would come in and help her. She shouldn't have stayed late to work on the school newspaper. But the article on the upcoming band contest had to be finished. Of course she could always shout for Mr. Davis, but the staff room was on the other side of the massive school building. Where in God's name was the janitor?
"I've been lookin' at them tits, baby. I wanna put my mouth on them tits and suck nice and hard, feel those nipples grow in my mouth." Jack was licking his lips, his fingers moving, making pinching movements as if he already had her tit tips between them.
Janice was horrified. Her sister had always been getting her into trouble, flirting with boys, then running away, leaving her to pick up the pieces. More than once Janice had almost gotten raped. Thank God she'd managed to save her cherry. Boys, men! They were all alike, just as her mother said. All they wanted to do was slip between your legs and get a little pussy. Then you wouldn't see them at all.
"You want Patty, my twin," Janice said, her chest tightening with panic.
"Huh?" Jack wrinkled up his forehead.
God, how could her sister have seen anything in this animal? He must have had the intelligence of a pet rock!
"Please. I've got a twin sister, Patty. She's like that, flirting all the time. Please, I don't like doing this sort of thing," Janice said, flushing to the roots of her hair.
Jack tilted his head to one side, brushing several strands of black hair from his ruggedly handsome face. Although he was only eighteen, he certainly looked ten years older. There was an outdoor look about him-ruddy skin, high cheekbones, aquiline nose, broad shoulders, a massive chest tapering down to a narrow waist. Everything spoke of hard work, of muscle, of male. Janice felt an attraction, something warm and stirring between her legs. And when he narrowed his eyes and studied her now, she could understand Patty's initial attraction to him. Even at her age the blonde girl was experiencing the powerful emotions of sexual arousal a mature woman did.
Once more Janice dropped her eyes and flushed. What was happening to her? Was she turning into the wild kind of slut her sister was? Ohhh, the sensation between her legs was becoming maddening. It was like having a single drop of pussy juice trickling slowly down between her frizzled blonde cunt hairs. The girl tried to ignore the hot, mushy feeling down there. Her little fuzz-covered cunt was so soft, so hot, dripping with juice now. It was a reaction she never would have thought possible, at least not that strong. She had decided to give her life over to study and improvement of her mind.
"Twin, huh? Baby, maybe that's so. But I can tell you want it as bad as she does," Jack said, his thick sensuous lips curling up into a smile.
Janice shook her head from side to side, feeling tears welling up in her eyes. No, that wasn't true! She wasn't interested in him or in any man yet. Janice had always pictured herself marrying some cerebral type like her. The thought of rolling in the sack just for the hell of it seemed like such a waste of time ... until now.
"Come on. I got the key to the coach's office. We can go in there and I'll fuck the shit outta you. Baby, whether you got a twin or not's no matter to me. I wanna slip my cock into you real bad."
Jack's obscene language brought Janice back to reality. When he grabbed her and started pulling her down the deserted corridor, she fought back. Jerking her arms back, the girl spun around and started running down the hall as fast as she could. Her sandals made loud slapping sounds that echoed strangely against the tiled walls. Behind her she could hear Jack advancing quickly.
"Help! Help!"
Janice shrieked as loudly as she could. Twice she stumbled, her books tumbling from her arms and scattering all over the floor. If only she could get to the exit door. In the schoolyard there were still some people. Jack wouldn't dare follow her out there. Then she could go home and think.
"Stupid little bitch!" the boy said, catching up with her some twenty feet before the door.
Janice felt herself wheeled around and held tightly by the shoulders. She let out a tiny wail as he shook her violently. The girl's long blonde hair splashed over her face while Jack's fingertips dug painfully into her upper arm.
"Shut the fuck up, damn you. Shut up or I'll beat the shit outta you!" he threatened.
Janice was terrified. He looked at her, his eyes reminding her of those of a crazy man's. Her voice was paralyzed. The way he was holding her, the way he looked at her and talked to her made the girl think he was going to kill her on the spot!
"Come on, bitch," Jack growled. With a shove he pushed Janice back toward the gym. She stumbled forward, raising her hands to sweep her hair from her face. Her arm ached from the rough treatment. Jack kicked the books and papers still scattered on the slick corridor floor. Janice felt as if she were marching to her execution. Her arms hung limply at her sides as she tried to think of some way she could shout for help.
"Hey, what's happening there?"
It was Mr. Davis. He was calling down from the second floor landing. She could hear him running down as Jack started to run.
"Help! Oh, God, help me!" she screamed, her knees giving way under her.
Janice collapsed on the floor, covering her face with both hands and sobbing hysterically. She could hear Jack's departing footsteps gradually grow softer as Mr. Davis ran up behind her.
"Are you all right, Janice? Good God, what happened here?" the handsome young teacher asked, surveying the mess in the hall.
"Oh, some boy, some ... boy," she sobbed, leaning heavily against his arm. Janice held onto the big man for support, feeling faint from terror.
Oh, how close she'd come to getting raped! If she could get her hands on her twin sister now, she'd choke the life from her!
"What?"
"Some boy thought I was Patty and he ... he tried to rape me," she stammered, slowly regaining control of herself. Yes, she had to remain calm. All the sobbing and cursing in the world wasn't going to help matters. And there she was, acting like a fool in front of Jim Davis! How often she'd eyed him secretly, her eyes sweeping his long lithe body in the classroom. He was so kind, gentle, almost loving when he came up to her. Yes, Janice had quite a crush on him. But Mr. Davis was the perfect gentleman, not smirking at her as some of the teachers and students did. He knew the difference between her and Patty, a difference of universes!
"Should I call the police? Your parents?" Mr. Davis asked, gently helping her to her feet.
"Oh, no, not them, not the police," Janice said, shaking her head violently back and forth. The girl could well imagine what would happen at school-the shame, the harassment and possible danger. And at home ... ? She almost laughed. After her father died, her mother practically doted on Patty, calling her the little princess of her life. Janice resented that, especially since she knew her sister had been putting out for at least a year.
"Well, then, why don't you come up to the classroom for a while ... until you're calmer," Jim Davis suggested.
It sounded like a good suggestion. Janice wasn't quite ready yet to navigate her way home, especially considering Jack might be lurking outside, ready to pounce on her from the bushes the second she left school.
Mr. Davis helped the trembling girl gather up her school materials, then held her tightly around the shoulders as they climbed the stairs to the second floor. When they reached the newspaper room, Janice inhaled sharply. She always loved the odor of ink, of freshly cut paper. The journalism class and school paper were the things at school she enjoyed. Her sister Patty had managed to spoil everything else for her.
"I think I'm feeling lots better now," Janice said, setting her books down and sitting demurely in a desk near Jim Davis. The big instructor placed one foot on the desk in front of hers and hiked his pants up into his crotch. The girl's eyes widened. Was he trying to seduce her now? No, not Mr. Davis! He was too kind, too nice to take advantage of her now.
"You've got to be careful around here, Janice," he began, leaning forward slightly and smiling sardonically. His white teeth gleamed like polished ivory while his thick neatly trimmed black beard moved like an animal. Janice felt her pussy spasm as she stared at him wide-eyed. "Lots of boys would do a lot to . to do things with you."
He was staring at her, his eyes gleaming mischievously. Or were they? Was it her imagination? Oh, she was so confused. Surely not every man in the world wanted to climb into her panties!
"It's Patty ... I...."
"It's more than just Patty, although I agree she's something of a problem," he said, his voice dropping. He looked at her strangely. Patty again! Was she affecting him? Her sister seemed to move around the school like a malevolent force, destroying everything she touched for both her and her sister.
"I'd better go now," Janice said in a trembling voice. She was weakening, feeling her pussy swell open with rising sexual heat. Mr. Davis had that look in his eyes, something the girl instinctively knew was related to fucking. Her fingers were like ice as she stacked up her books and slid from the desk.
"I don't think you really want to go, do you?"
The words made the-girl almost cry out. She darted a look between his legs again. His cock was hard, actually pressing against the front of his trousers and tenting them up. Didn't he wear any jockey shorts? And how dare he do something like that to her, a minor, right in the classroom! Men were all alike! So, not even Mr. Davis was immune from wanting to fuck her.
"Stop this and let me out!" she cried, hugging her books to her fits.
He said nothing, moving his hand to his crotch and grabbing hold of the zipper tab.
"I don't know whether it's you or Patty, or maybe it's both of you. But there's something in the way you walk, in the way you look at men. I can't help it, and the others around here can't either," Jim Davis said, pulling his zipper down.
Janice's eyes widened as she stepped back, stumbling over several desks. Her books clattered to the floor. It was happening again, only minutes after her last horrible encounter.
"Please don't do this to me," she said, shaking her head from side to side. She was almost in tears.
"You want this, don't you, Janice? You want my cock, just like you wanted that boy's cock downstairs, only you're too frightened to say it, to admit it to yourself," Jim said evenly, opening his trousers.
Janice felt tears of shame and rage roll down her cheeks. She knew he was right. Oh, God, the young woman knew he was right. She couldn't control what was happening down there between her shaking legs. Her body was trembling with anticipation while her pussy was so hot and slippery with flowing juices. How could he be doing this to her? He was supposed to be guarding the welfare of students, not seducing them in the classroom.
"I see you staring at me in class sometimes. You want me to fuck you. I know that look, Janice. I've seen it before. You're on the make whether you realize it or not," Jim said, his lips curling up. It was the same mocking smile Jack had.
"Not true," Janice said, feeling the lie burning in her mind.
"I see you watching me," he repeated, "staring at my cock."
Janice shook her head back and forth in mute denial.
"Leave me alone. Please, please, please!" she cried, struggling against him, against herself.
"I've got a small cot in the back office. Just something to lie down on during the day. It's strong enough to take both of us."
He hadn't done anything yet, hadn't pulled out his cock, exposed himself to her. Janice tried reasoning with him, telling the instructor she wouldn't say anything to her mother or the principal if he zipped up his pants and let her go.
"Gone too far already, honey. You could get me fired already. If I'm gonna get canned, might as well make it worth my while, right?" Jim reasoned.
No, she wasn't going to be like her whore sister She wasn't going to give in to boys, letting them paw her where they wanted.
But what could she do? Jim was on her now, holding her with one hand while he grabbed her hand with his powerful fingers.
"Feel it. I want your hand on my cock," he whispered in her ear. His breath made her flesh crawl with unspeakable pleasure. She felt his arm like a band of steel hold her waist tightly while the other drew her fingers into his trousers. Janice whimpered as he drew her hand toward the throbbing head of his nine-inch cock.
"No, no!"
Janice felt her pussy growing hotter and wetter. Her nipples were driving her crazy. The ache in her tit tips increased as the instructor forced her hand closer and closer.
"Feel my cock, honey. Rub it and find out what a good piece of meat it is. I'm gonna slip this right between your legs, hunch it right into your cunt," Jim said, drawing her hand between the opened zipper teeth of his fly.
Janice felt the sudden increase in heat and knew her fingers were only inches from his prick. She'd never seen a man's cock before, let alone felt one. Her pulse raced madly while her heart seemed close to tearing right through her ribcage.
"There," Jim sighed.
Janice stiffened, feeling something terribly hot; something that twitched and jerked at her light touch. She tried pulling away, tried struggling desperately in the instructor's tight grip. But Jim was far too strong. Although he was a journalism instructor, he worked out steadily at the local gym and played racquetball. The big handsome teacher held on tightly, working her fingers over his cock.
The blonde teen felt her body melting. There was a lush hotness radiating down from her belly to the fat, swollen lips of her cunt. Only her clit and nipples seemed hard in that room ... that and the long, thick hunk of cockmeat sticking straight out from Mr. Davis' hairy groin.
"Yeah, yeah, come on," Jim said, guiding the girl out of the main room into his smaller office.
Janice had pulled her hand out of Mr. Davis' fly, feeling so weak she had to lean on his broad shoulders. He hadn't pulled out his cock yet. But as he closed and locked the door behind them, Janice knew it was only a matter of time.
"I don't know what to do. I don't want to do this," Janice said.
She felt as if she were floating in a dream. This whole thing seemed like a dream. Never in her life could she have imagined this sort of thing happening, a teacher of hers actually seducing her!
"Oh, yes, I've watched you so long in my class," Jim said, unbuttoning his white pin-striped shirt and, pulling it off his broad shoulders. Janice gasped, pleased with his well-defined muscles.
"And now I'm going to see if what I thought you were like is real. Nothing like testing your fantasy, is there? You want to test yours, Janice?"
"I don't know," she hesitated.
"Don't worry. I'll help," Jim said, realizing this was her first time. That thought excited him even more as he unbuckled his belt and let his trousers slip to the floor.
CHAPTER TWO
Janice felt herself sliding onto the cot, pulling off her sandals after unbuttoning her blouse and dropping it to the floor. Jim had worked off her skirt, gently caressing her thighs.
She whimpered, feeling so naked, so exposed to the big man with that big cock sticking out of his crotch! She still flushed beet red when she stared at that huge cock and his swinging nuts. Her vision was obsessed with that prick. There was no way she could avoid looking at it. Her eyes kept rolling back to it, focusing in on the thick blue veins throbbing against the flesh. And the head! It was so broad, so spongy-looking. Droplets of something were oozing from a broad slit at the tip.
Cum! She'd heard her sister talking about it in bed. At times she and Patty talked about men, although her sister's conversation would quickly turn dirty. Even after Janice had begged her to shut up, the girl would go on about how different boys fucked her. She talked about white stuff that came from their cocks, how good it was to feel it splashing against her itchy cunt walls while her clit went crazy with spasms. Janice marveled at how lucky her sister had been, sneaking all those birth control pills without her mother ever noticing. God, if Patty were to come home pregnant, her mother would probably toss herself out the window. The pregnant princess! That thought made the girl almost giggle.
"Nice and hot and sweet," Jim whispered, rubbing his fingers over her thighs.
What would her mother think of her daughter now? Certainly neither she nor Patty would have ever dreamed Janice could be compromised like this.
"Oh, I don't know. I shouldn't do this, I shouldn't...."
"Don't worry. I swear I won't hurt you, I swear," Jim breathed, lowering himself onto the cot.
Janice heard the makeshift bed groan and squeak, threatening to collapse. It held as Jim settled on her body, resting on her tits while pushing her knees apart with his. He was so hairy, so hot, so hard-muscled!
"Kiss ... kiss!"
Could that be her begging for a kiss? Could she be actually helping him in this rape?
"Sure," Jim said, amused at such a quick conquest. He had expected at least some token resistance, a cry, even a scream for help. But instead the girl was squirming under him, brushing her belly against his, her smooth legs against his, begging him for more.
The handsome instructor lowered his head, opening his mouth and pushing his tongue between her lips. Janice resisted at first, having kissed only a few boys before-and certainly not like this!
Her resistance broke quickly as a flash fire rippled across her cunt. She was driving her tongue into his mouth, fencing with him, sucking in his tongue and lips while spittle gurgled out of her mouth and down her chin. She flexed her butt and thigh muscles, rubbing her nylon-covered cunt against his cock. At times the girl could feel Jim's balls touching her thighs, rubbing up against the junction of her pussylips.
Janice pulled away-from the hard kiss, every tooth in her head throbbing after the thrusts of his tongue. She fanned out her toes, feeling a strange tingling sensation between them. Jim was sliding his hands under her back, pushing his fingers up under the elastic band of her halter. She felt him fumbling with the snap, then felt the bra loosen around her shoulders.
"No!"
But it was too late. He had slipped the bra off, exposing her tits.
"Beautiful! Really beautiful," Jim sighed.
Janice felt proud in spite of her fear and shame. He was admiring her, admiring her the way women throughout the centuries hoped their men would. That feeling was far more powerful in the end than Janice's prudery. As she felt his hairy, muscular legs pushing between hers even more, he dropped his head forward.
"Ohhhhh!" the girl moaned, feeling his mouth engulf one tender red-tipped tit. Jim's teeth bit into the young flesh gently, teasingly, his tongue lashing over the hard, hurting nipple.
"You're so good, so good," he sighed.
Janice couldn't help herself now. She raised both her arms, pulling his head tighter onto her tits. He was laving them now, growling like an unchained mad dog. He licked and sucked her tits until they throbbed with pleasure. And when the big man kneaded them with his hands, squeezing those fits while sucking on the nipples, Janice thought she'd piss on the cot from excitement. She was gasping for air, feeling his fingers now working over her white flesh.
"Gotta see more!" he gasped.
Janice knew what he was talking about and held her breath. She felt his fingers curling around the elastic waistband of her nylon panties. He was working them down over her narrow hips, laughing at her as she tensed at times and shoved her butt deep into the cot. He waited until she relaxed, then worked them down a little lower. She heard him gasp when the first tufts of her blonde pussy hairs curled invitingly over the rolled nylon.
"Fuck!"
He wasn't slow and gentle now. With a violent tug the big man tore her panties down, making her legs jerk up then fall back to the cot as he yanked them over her ankles.
Janice was completely naked now! There was nothing and no one who could stop Jim Davis from fucking her. Somehow that knowledge made everything else that followed much more exciting and acceptable.
"You're a good girl ... a nice girl. Don't worry about that," Jim breathed in her ear.
"I've never done anything ... anything like this," Janice stammered, biting her lower lip and dropping her eyes modestly.
"You'll learn fast. Something tells me you're going to learn real fast. There's nobody around here to bother us. The janitor's down in the basement probably watching television. Some of the boys are down in the gym, but it's pretty much just us, naked, cock and cunt, getting ready to fuck," Jim said, moving his hands up and down her sides.
Janice felt her mind spinning around as she rocked her body from side to side. Was it wrong feeling this itchy, pulsing between her legs? Was it wrong feeling her chest tighten so, her mouth becoming so dry? Janice knew what he wanted. But even more she knew what she wanted. She ached for his hands, his legs, his weight, his cock. That was it! Oh, how she wanted that long cock going inside her. It was so big it frightened her at first.
But Jim was gentle, considerate, far more so than that maniac out there in the hall who tried to drag her back to the gym to rape her!
"Let's loosen you up a little," Jim said, pulling his head up and smiling down at the girl.
Janice didn't know what he meant until he suddenly slid down, kissing her hot little body all the way. She shivered and groaned when she felt his lips sliding down her chest, at times kissing the rounded bottoms of her tits, then moving to her navel.
"Oh, God, yes, yes," Janice groaned, sliding her legs back and forth over the sagging cot. She was floating in a strange world, a world with brilliant colors and thudding sounds. Jim was moving down farther, holding her knees while breathing hotly through the tangled thicket of her cunt hairs. Janice wasn't sure what was going to happen next.
"Nice pussy," he said, glancing down, spreading her legs apart and catching glimpses of the dark red moist pussy meat partially hidden by her cunt hairs.
"OHHHHH!"
Janice stiffened, wallowing her shoulders against the cot while lifting her back and arching it. He was putting his mouth on her cunt, rubbing his tongue over the fleshy lips, drinking up her juice! To have a man putting his mouth on her pussy like that seemed shameful, even sick! But what powerful feelings that act had released through the moaning girl. When she felt him licking deeper inside her, Janice hunched back, shoving her cunt up to his sucking mouth.
"Do 'it! Do it!" Janice shouted, clawing her fingers over Jim's broad shoulders.
The instructor shoved his tongue between the tight, wet lips into her virgin fuckhole. As the teenager exploded, he shoved his tongue up higher and higher, scraping around her sensitive cunt-walls, making the girl whistle through her nose and beg for more. Janice rolled her head from side to side, tangles of her long blonde hair clinging to the corners of her mouth. Her face was flushed red and pinched as if someone had stabbed her in the back. As she sucked in lungfuls of air to feed her writhing body, the girl begged Jim for his cock, actually asked the young teacher to fuck her hard! She was sounding like her twin sister Patty!
"Ohhhhh!"
As he worked her over, he pulled her legs apart until she was split wide open for him. Janice was moaning, flexing her thigh muscles, making the tendons push against her flesh. He held her wide open while he moved his thumbs down, down her fleshy asscrack until he was caressing the wrinkled ring of her shitter.
Janice let out a little cry of surprise and fear. No one had even been near her asshole. And now he was caressing it, touching it, moving his jagged thumbnails around the pink membranes.
As she gasped and moaned and twisted under him, Jim shoved the tip of one thumb up her ass. Her sphincter grabbed it, snapping tight. At the same time the girl's cunt muscles shut tightly on his tongue, trapping it deep inside the moist passage. Jim moved his head around, snarling and snapping while eating her. When she started hunching against his face, the teacher pulled away.
"Gonna fuck you now, honey. Janice, I can't wait any more. Christ, I'm gonna come right now if I keep this up," he said, jerking his fingers slowly up and down his cock.
Janice looked down at the veined prick sticking straight out from between his legs. He'd been greasing down his cock with his cum, making it glisten in the bright overhead fluorescent light. Could she take something that big? Could she become like her twin Patty, spreading her legs for any man? But no, she wasn't like her sister. This was the first time, and it was with Mr. Davis, a fine, intelligent man who would respect her. Certainly he hadn't done anything to make her doubt him.
"Yes, ohhhh, yessss, fuck me, fuck me," . Janice hissed between her teeth. She had to close her eyes. Even as much as she wanted this to happen, the teen couldn't face staring at Mr. Davis, not right now, at any rate. Maybe later, when his cock was reaming her out, touching her clit, making her gasp for more air, then she'd be able to look him in the eye. But now her embarrassment was great, as great as the beating pulse in her cunt.
"Oh, you're gonna be a hot, fine fuck ... a nice fuck," Jim said, licking his lips like a wolf.
Janice felt his sliding, rolling fingertips move from the top of her cunt to the wet, slippery zone around the bottom of her pussy. She moved her hips from side to side, pressing her lower belly against his long, thick cock. She ground her thighs invitingly, telling the teacher she was more than ready for her first fuck.
The hands on her pussy moved, squeezing her cuntlips together, rubbing the inner folds against her clit. Janice let out a long, soft breath, feeling the warm air rebound from his face. With a sigh of relief, the girl let her belly slide up and down against his rigid cock. He was getting ready to fuck her. The way he was moving his knees up, bending his legs, rolling her back while pinning her shoulders to the cot-it all told the girl that he was about to skewer her cunt with his prick.
"Oh, ohhhhh, God!"
All that mattered now was that wonderful hot cockhead rubbing wildly into her pussy. Janice felt the thick juices flowing from her cunt. Her pussy was already hot enough to open wide, then shut on nothing with the sound of rushing air trapped inside.
"Man, honey, Janice, you're something else!" Jim gasped.
The big teacher rolled his hips, his cock pushing against the top of Janice's cunt. His fingers tightened on her shoulders. The girl shifted her hips up and down, trying to get them in position.
The knob of his cock pressed right over her cat. The blonde teen sighed, feeling the electric charge seeping from that tiny organ. She rocked her ass from side to side, directing the end of his cockhead against one cuntlip, then the other. Her clit rolled under that kind of pressure, sending more pleasure to her brain. Janice was going crazy, bringing her hands up and grabbing at his face. He sucked and bit at her neck, every nibble sending flashes of lust up and down her spine. For a second the girl thought of being torn to pieces by those teeth.
Janice rocked her hips forward, feeling the greasy slide of his cockhead over her cuntslit. Her heart skipped a beat. He was going to fuck her now. For the first time in her life, she was going to feel a cock inside her body!
"Easy, easy," Jim cautioned, his face a mask of intense concentration as he held her more tightly than before. He tensed for a moment, feeling her body shiver with anticipation. Dropping his head into the nape of her neck, he shoved forward with his hairy ass. Janice felt the pressure suddenly build up against her cuntlips, felt the slick hot cockhead twisting slightly, pushing forward, making her pussyflesh pucker inward, then finally give way. His prick had worked inside, slowly moving forward. Her pussylips slipped back together, trapping the invading cock temporarily. His big long shaft was outside, bending slightly at the center, waiting to be driven in.
"Fuck, fuck!" Janice cried, her head snapping from side to side.
Oh, the sensation was unbelievable! At times at night the girl would work in one or two fingers, scraping them against her pussy walls, wondering what a man's cock would be like. But she could never have imagined this! The heat, the throbbing of that cock, the sheer power that nearly made her faint from excitement-it was all like something out of a science fiction book!
"WOW! OHHHHHH, WOW!" Janice cried, her eyelids fluttering open. She had to be the happiest girl in the world at this point. "Shove it in more, more!" she cried.
Jim twisted his body around so she could feel his cock working. The spongy head reamed out the tight wet passage, shoving farther and deeper into her cunt. His cockhead disappeared into her hole, the shaft sinking in with soft, gurgling sounds.
"Ohhhhhh!" she moaned as she felt her cunt being stretched wide open to take his blood-engorged prick. Janice kept begging him to fuck her, to do all kinds of things to her pussy and tits while Jim steadily pushed inch after jerking, throbbing inch into her cunt.
The wooden legs of the cot groaned again, threatening to collapse as Janice clung to the big man for life. She dug her fingernails into his shoulders, nearly shredding his flesh while her legs moved and twisted under his. At times she opened her eyes and looked around her. The desk, chairs, news prints were still around. But how different her world was now. She'd never be able to enter this room again without thinking about doing this, about fucking with Mr. Davis!
"Damn, you're fine!" he gasped.
He was grabbing at her taut tits. Her red nipples throbbed as his thumbs and forefingers rubbed and pinched them into a state of explosion. He had her trapped with his hands, his legs, his cock. Janice was pressed under him, loving that sensation for all she was worth!
Janice felt the pressure in her cunt become more intense as Jim shoved his cock in deeper. He was getting close to her cherry, that membrane that separated innocence from womanhood. Twice the girl had shoved back at him, moving her ass up toward the head of the cot. No, she didn't want him to do that sort of thing to her. It was wrong! And all those stories her mother had told her about bleeding and pain frightened the girl.
But in the end Jim had his way. He rocked his thick-muscled hips from side to side, reaming out her tight wet cunthole with his prick and Janice went wild, forgetting her mother and those tall tales.
"Take it, baby, take it all!" Jim demanded, bearing down hard.
His cock pushed through her tight, slippery fuck channel, his cockhead cooking in her boiling pussy ails Suddenly both of them gasped realizing his prick had run into something terribly firm. Janice tensed, throwing back her head and arching her back. Her cherry! No, she couldn't let him pop it!
"I've got to," Jim said, a little surprised at having found a virgin at this high school.
"NOOOO!"
Of course Jim paid no attention to her. With a grunt, he tensed his thigh and leg muscles, squeezing his butt cheeks together and hunching down.
Janice gasped as she felt something tear deep inside her. With a wail of despair, the girl felt her cherry being torn away. The rushing sensation of his hot cock told her that.
CHAPTER THREE
"Oh, God, God," Janice moaned, biting her lower lip and fighting back the tears. One or two had rolled down her cheeks, staining her reddened face.
Jim smoothed his fingers over her shoulders, kissing her lightly on the forehead while slowly rocking his hips from side to side. She felt his cock stirring her insides around like a big spoon. There had been pain, but not the searing agony her mother had described. And she was probably bleeding inside, although not the gouts of blood her mother had predicted.
"It was bad, wasn't it?" Jim asked, kissing her lips.
Janice nodded her head up and down quickly, still unable to look at him. For some strange reason she felt ashamed, as if she shouldn't have made such a big deal over what had just happened.
"It's all right. It won't hurt again," he said reassuringly, hugging her tightly. "From now on, all you're going to feel in life is pleasure down there. Nobody's gonna hurt you again."
Oh, if only she could believe it. Would all the men in her life be this gentle?
"Ohhhhhh!"
Somehow with Jim telling her they would, Janice believed it. Lying there on the small cot, she felt the steamy, belly-filling tension starting to build up from her crotch. She moved her hips from left to right like a sifter, pressing her cunt onto his prick.
The big man grunted, thrusting forward and up-ward. Each shove into her pussy was a greasy, slippery slide. Janice was melting into a sensuous, buttery mass. She pulled his head close and welded her mouth to his. Now they were really making love, fucking like man and wife, fucking like two lovers. Their bodies squeaked, wet flesh against wet flesh. His tongue flicked into her mouth, fencing with hers, plunging down almost to her throat!
"Ohhhhhh," she sighed, pulling away from the teacher and gasping for breath. She was resting on his cock. It was stimulating nerves deep inside her milking cunthole. He groaned into another spit-slicked kiss, feeling her pussy walls clutching greedily at his cock.
Janice's tongue writhed against his like a snake, battling to communicate her needs. She sucked and bucked on the cot, feeling the inner edges of his teeth with the tip of her tongue.
The rising heat in her cunt made her start to move again. At first she was a little uneasy, worrying about the pain she might feel around where her cherry had been fastened. But soon the blonde teen realized her rising sexuality all but blotted out any discomfort.
"Fuck, fuck," she muttered, sweat burning into her eyes.
The young girl arched her back as Jim pulled his cock out until the ridge around the knob tugged at her protective cunt muscles. Each time the girl curled her spine and tried to gobble up more of his cock, the teacher thrust forward, gasping out obscenities as their hip bones ground hard against one another.
"Oh, man, man, can't hold back," Jim panted. Even though this was her first fuck, Janice instinctively knew what he was talking about. No, he wouldn't do this to her! She was close, close to coming. But she needed more time, more stimulation.
"No, no!" she protested, trying to keep her hips from moving around. Her actions, her wild movements with her pussy, almost drove her lover to the edge. She had to relax, to control her movements!
"Yeah, yeah, okay," Jim said after the girl had managed to keep her ass from dancing all over the cot.
It had been a great effort. Oh, how she loved the sensation of that hard steely cock pressing against her cuntwalls! And when he rubbed the top of his prick over her clit ... well, Janice almost collapsed into a coma!
Janice forgot about her sister, about Jack, about all the people around her. She swiveled her body once more when she was sure Jim had control over his cock and balls. Each time she curled forward, sliding down onto his cock, she wondered how much more of this she could take. Flashes from her clit were making her cunt tense up for climax. Now it was she who was rocketing close to orgasm. As she ground against him harder, the girl felt his cock reaching in deeper, pressing her organs to one side.
Janice moaned low now, the need for air forcing her to pull her mouth away from his again. Jim managed to put his hands on her asscheeks, sliding his fingers around, digging the tips into her flesh.
He rolled her around, forcing her hips to meet and take the same heavy fucking rhythm as his cock.
Janice could hear herself sobbing. The roar of blood in her head was deafening. She ground her clit against him, loving the sensation of stretching in her cunt, the steady beat of his cockhead against her pussy walls.
"Oh! IN! IN! OHHHHHH!"
Every bump of his cock against her cunt sent the feeling of approaching climax higher and closer. Janice shivered, beating her feet against the cot. She dripped with sweat, the salty wet sensation adding to the excitement.
"Man, close, close, Janice, close...."
Janice moved her ass in frantic circles, feeling his cock throbbing deep inside her. He was all the way in her now. She felt his balls resting on her upturned ass. The mass of tension in her belly swelled like a balloon. Janice dug her fingernails hard into his shoulders. Her asscheeks flexed, softened, then flexed again. Jim was digging his fingernails into her asscheeks. Janice felt her hair standing on end. The insides of her thighs chilled and burned as her cunt juice seeped out, squishing from her hole and dripping from his balls. She couldn't hold out for another second!
"Gonna shoot, honey, gonna pop off! AHHH, SHIT!"
Janice felt his body trembling, shaking violently on top of her while his cock seemed to be jerking all over the place. She tossed her hips with the beat of her heart. The rocking motion of the tiny cot as it squeaked across the floor added to the wild friction driving both of them crazy. Janice felt the simmering heat in her cunt boil over, climbing up toward her brain. She started holding her breath in, getting ready for the biggest orgasm in her life.
"OH, GOD!" Janice cried, her eyelids fluttering.
"Baby, now, NOW!"
Jim held her tightly, slamming his cock in hard and holding it there. She could feel something spattering against her cuntwalls as the young instructor let out a series of long, low moans. His toenails scratched her ankles while his knees butted rhythmically against her ass.
The blonde teen knew he was filling her up with his jizz. She was frantic, letting out a sobbing breath. He held her tight, making her cunt feel even fuller than when his pistoning cock was ramming in. Her cunt was hurting from the friction. The loss of sweat and pussy juice made her mouth dry. An angry fire started at her cunthole, spreading quickly to all parts of her body. Her entire belly seemed to bulge with cock, swelling up with excitement. The girl grunted, ramming her cunt up onto his rock-hard prick.
"AHHHH, NOOOO!"
Janice exploded, her mind blasting into millions of pieces. The girl wept and struggled, beating her tiny fists against Jim's big chest. Waves of orgasmic spasms nearly tore apart her pussy as she kicked and clawed at anything in reach.
"Fuck it out, baby," Jim panted, having finished with his orgasm and now holding the young woman down on the cot, watching in fascination as she wriggled all over the place like a speared fish. He'd never seen this violent reaction in a woman before.
"OHHHHHHHH!"
Her cuntwalls crashed in, grabbing hold of the softening cock and holding it greedily, milking his prick for all it was worth. Janice felt as if she were all pussy-hot, tight, and wet, clenching his cock, drawing out the last few drops of cum.
When it was all over, Janice opened her eyes and stared evenly at Jim. Now they were equals. She was a woman, a woman who had shared the most intimate secret possible with a man. She stroked his forehead, brushing away several strands of black hair. How handsome he looked! Of course she'd had a crush on him, the way all girls had a crush on handsome young instructors. But never in all her fantasies had she thought the crush would carry her this far.
"We'd better knock this off," he said, kissing her fingers lightly, then pulling his cock out of her cunt.
Janice shivered, feeling her flesh pucker up into goose pimples as her cuntwalls slackened, drawing back to their normal size.
"Will ... will this . .
"We have to be careful," he said, guessing her question and winking slyly at her. She watched as his cock disappeared into his trousers, watched as he tucked his shirt into his pants and buttoned it quickly. "You'd better get dressed," he said, appearing a little nervous. Of course, he'd lose his job if it ever got out.
"Soon?" Janice asked, sliding her legs off the cot and gingerly picking up her things. Ohhh, how soaked her panties were! If only she could tell Patty! That would make her know-it-all sister envious! But she'd promised herself no one would know about this little tryst except her and Jim. They could both lose so much.
"Soon," he said, inhaling sharply as he watched her slip into her panties. God, what a figure and what a fuck this girl was! He wondered if her sister Patty was just as wild. Rumor had it the girl was a little whore. But then again, there were rumors of all sorts flying around the school, most of them worth shit!
"I'll be careful. I won't tell anyone," Janice said, feeling so grown-up as she finished dressing and started out the room.
"I trust you. Maybe tomorrow," Jim said as Janice started picking up her books.
Yes, tomorrow, and the next day and the next, the girl thought to herself, trying not to smile as she thought of Jim's cock and how it felt in her pussy.
Janice's twin sister was having a far more difficult time with her life.
"You a cocksucker?"
Patty batted her eyes, trying to remain calm. She had the reputation of being worldly, a know-it-all in school. But reality was far different from that picture. She'd been to bed once only, and that was something of a failure.
The boys she was with now were the outcasts of the school, living in a part of the district heavily populated by gangs of all sorts. She'd gone out with these guys just as a dare. Her friend Eileen, who slept around a lot, told Patty she was too prissy-asked to take a chance with Sam and Hal Robertson, two of the more unsavory juniors at the high school.
Well, she'd shown off, slipping onto the back of Sam's big Harley, holding onto his leather jacket as he and his brother behind him sped down the main drag to the freeway. They were going to go to a little hide-out they had in Glendora, up in the foothills surrounding Los Angeles, away from any cops and nosey neighbors. There'd be some grass to get high. And then? Well, Patty didn't think about it. She wasn't like her sister Janice, guarding her cherry as if it were the king's gold.
"What do you mean?" the girl asked, looking heavy-lidded at the tall bearded teenage thug standing in front of her. He was squeezing his crotch, gathering the faded blue material around his obviously hard cock. Patty had just finished a joint and was enjoying the buzzy light feeling surrounding her.
Sam laughed, throwing his head back, then pushing his leather riding cap to one side and scratching his head in amusement.
"You think we brought you up here to smoke our grass without puttin' out? Baby, we don't give nothin' away," Sam said, grinning from ear to ear.
Patty swallowed nervously, her eyes racing from one to the other.
"No, I don't ... don't wanna play this game," she mumbled, struggling to her feet a little drunkenly. Oh, how was she going to get home? They were somewhere up in the foothills ... exactly where, the girl didn't know. Her brain was so confused. That damned grass had made her so high she could hardly walk.
"Let's have us some real fun, know what I mean?" Hal said, his bright blue eyes glittering with excitement.
"Yeah, I know what you mean," Sam answered, his voice low and trembling.
Patty could feel the tension mounting in the air. She stumbled toward the door. Sam stuck out one foot, laughing as she tripped over it and pitched forward to the floor.
"Ughhhh!"
With a thud the young woman hit the dirt, her hands flailing out while her legs shot apart. Raising her head, Patty realized she had to come to, had to shake off that light-headed feeling making her stumble around so. Peering up through the hair curtaining her face, Patty searched the men's faces for some sign of mercy, some indication that this was all a joke. All she saw was dead seriousness. Patty's heart sank like a lead weight.
"Let's strip the bitch and tie her up. Ridin' and mountin' the slut'll come later," Sam suggested.
Hal grunted approval, bending down and starting to strip Patty.
The blonde teen shrieked, crawfishing backward while curling her fingers and flailing at the men's faces. No, this was going too far. She hadn't planned to be a victim to these thugs' perversity.
"Leave me alone or I'll scream," she threatened, her eyes bugging out while sweat trickled down the sides of her face and out from under her arms.
"And who the fuck's gonna hear you, stupid bitch?" Sam said, raising one hand high in the air. Patty knew what he was going to do and screamed as loudly as she could.
"Shut up, bitch!"
Hal reached down and curled several strands of her blonde silky hair in his hand, yanking up hard. The girl's shrieks changed in tone, going higher as she thought he was going to snatch her bald. Her eyelids fluttered while she jerked her hands up and clawed wildly at the big biker's wrists. Her legs kicked out while her body snapped from side to side. It was as if someone had attached an electric wire to her feet.
"AHHIYEEEEE!"
"Fuckin' big mouth. Wonder if she sucks cock as good as she screams?" Hal said, dropping her butt to the floor, then jerking her close.
Her mouth struck the side of one boot, her lower lip cracking. Patty choked on her third scream, blood oozing down her throat. She heard Hal growling like an animal, and suddenly what strength she had evaporated under terror. The smell of the men, this cabin, the air all sickened her. It wasn't worth the dare to be going through a hell like this. Oh, how her head hurt! And they had only started with her!
With a sharp laugh Hal pushed her away, the force sending her rolling across the floor. Patty reached down and jerked her skirt down over her knees, curling up into a ball. She pressed her body into the far corner, raising one shoulder protectively at the men.
Sam joined his brother and started unzipping his Levi's.
"No!" she shouted, regretting having said anything as Sam moved ahead and raised one hand. Patty tensed, still cringing on the floor. She saw that hard-on pressing against the front of his pants and trembled when she studied the steady, cold gaze of his eyes. Even as she flattened herself against the wall, the hand came down. The young teen let out a shout as a burning sting brought tears to her eyes. Hair splashed across her face while every tooth in her head ached from the force of the blow. The girl rolled over, her legs folding over one another while her arms shot out. He nearly dislocated her shoulder from that open-handed slap. Patty's head snapped back, hitting the wall behind her.
"Gonna fight us now, bitch?"
"Oh, leave me alone ... please ... please ... please . ." She whimpered softly, sobbing like a frightened little girl. This made the bikers even more excited than before. They were going to bring this young woman to heel, degrade and humiliate her as much as they could before they took her back.
"Come on," Hal growled.
Patty whimpered again. The smell of the cabin was getting to her now. The sharp leather odor of the brothers' jackets and chaps filled her nostrils. There was also the knowledge that these men were going to brutalize her, and there was no one to help her. Faintly the teenager was aware of a building sexual thrill growing more intense with the realization of her helpless situation. What did it all mean? Patty held her head in both hands, shaking it slowly in confusion.
The sound of leather sliding over cloth aroused her attention. The girl jerked her head up and saw that Sam and Hal had both removed their wide black leather belts from their trousers. Sam had doubled his and started snapping it, the sound making Patty jump and her flesh pucker up into goose pimples. It was too horrible to believe! She stared wonderingly at the two brothers, feeling her heart sink even farther as they approached her.
CHAPTER FOUR
That bright fire! That wild spirit that used to burn in Patty's eyes didn't even glow now when Sam took the piece of half-inch line and slid it over her wrists.
"Hold 'em together tight like this!" he said angrily, making figure-eights around the trembling teenager's hands. She watched in fascination as the big man secured her wrists like that, fastening the free end of that rope to another his brother had hauled out from under a small counter.
Hal was tugging at her short skirt, reaching inside and opening the buttoned front, then pulling it down over her legs. The young girl kicked out at him, wanting to mash his face with her feet. All he did was laugh again, slapping one hand lightly on her thigh.
"Oh!"
Patty opened her eyes wide, feeling the big man sliding both hands up her thighs. He was massaging the tender flesh, moving his fingertips up to the elastic legbands of her panties. Yes, there was something stirring inside her cunt, something making her pussy move when Hal's fingers slipped closer and closer to it. The girl clenched her butt-cheeks together, rubbing her thighs as best she could, feeling her cuntlips working against one another and finally against her rising clit. Could it be she was turning on to this torture, actually enjoying her humiliation? Patty had heard of some women who enjoyed this sort of thing. But she never dreamed she'd be one of them.
"OH, GOD!" Patty cried, feeling her panties slide down quickly over her boyish hips, slipping over her ankles. Hal had stripped her suddenly, baring her cunt with no warning. Sam moved behind Patty while she desperately tried to fold one leg over the other to hide her pussy. The girl's confused cries increased when she felt his fingers sliding under her halter strap. He was fumbling with the snap, finally unfastening it and letting the bra fall to the floor. Patty hung limply for a second, groaning in defeat as she hid her face in her "Don't hurt me. I'll do anything ... anything.
I'll suck cock ... anything, but just don't hurt me," she pleaded, eyeing the belts now lying on the floor.
"Keep talkin', you little cunt. Keeps us entertained," Sam said as he tied a double square knot, then snapped the two ropes to ensure they were secured. Patty jerked with nervousness, watching the brothers helplessly as they laughed at her terror.
"Let's get 'er up," Hal said, standing on a chair and slipping the line over a hook driven into the ceiling for this purpose. Both young men pulled hard on the rope as it slid over the iron hook. Patty screamed, her arms going up quickly in front of her. She felt her muscles tense and nearly pull apart as her small body slowly lifted from the floor. She was swaying slightly, turning from left to right as the brothers hauled her up still farther until her toes were nearly eight inches from the floorboards. Her arms ached, feeling as if they'd slip from her shoulder sockets at any second. Sam was fumbling with her blouse, tearing it open, ripping the material from her body. She let out a low moan, closing her eyes as she felt the garment torn from her shoulders and arms. They'd stripped her, left her completely defenseless hanging there from the ceiling. Peering down, she could see her panties and bra on the dirty cabin floor. Ohhh, how she hated these men!
"Enjoyin' yourself, Patty? Did you think it was gonna turn out this way?" Sam mocked.
The girl said nothing, feeling the rope cutting into the flesh surrounding her wrists. She could have sworn something popped in one shoulder as Hal swung her back and forth, slapping her thighs and ass playfully. Her tits heaved with the deep, gusting breaths she took as she watched the men carefully. Sam and Hal were highly aroused, though they still kept their cocks tucked inside their trousers for the time being.
If only I could get free, if only I could get through that door, Patty thought, staring at the cabin door and planning to escape once they let her down from this awkward position.
"Hey, you wanna tenderize her for a while? I'm gonna be busy back here," Hal said, moving behind the girl and taking hold of her hipbones.
What was he going to do? She felt his breath against her lower back while his fingertips dug more cruelly into her white flesh. Patty shivered, hunching up her shoulders as best she could. Every nerve ending seemed on fire, strained back toward the big biker as he stuck his nose and mouth into her tight asscrack and started licking the salty flesh. Ohh, how wonderfully soothing that tongue felt as it slipped and slid up and down the tight little crevice. Patty instinctively arched her back, angling her ass into Hal's face. At the same time Sam had picked up his doubled belt and snapped it in front of the girl's face. Patty's attention was once again directed to the bigger brother. Her eyes widened when she took in that belt and realized what he was going to do with it now.
"Nothin' like workin' over a broad, especially a little bitch like you. Gotta teach you some manners, especially since you've been prancin' that little ass of yours around the school," Sam said between his clenched teeth.
Patty shuddered, feeling his brother's tongue scraping deliciously over her asshole. No one had ever done that before. That light, tickling touch made her clit pop up out of its surrounding soft flesh. Juice seeped from her soft cuntwalls, dotting her pussy hair with dew drops of the fluid.
Sam seemed to shake. Then his arm jerked up, the long belt unfolding and cracking like thunder in the air. Patty screamed, tensing for the first blow. There was a whistling sound, the sound of the weapon cutting through the air. Then came the slashing, burning sensation of the leather biting in-to the flesh just below her tit.
The blonde teen opened her mouth, but nothing except a rush of air came out. Her eyes bugged while her knees jerked up, nearly touching her jiggling tits. A long dark-red welt appeared on the area of skin beaten by the leather belt. After her scream, after the spasm that drew her legs up, the pain seemed to go on and on like a raw gash with salt rubbed into it. Tears spilled from her eyes, splashing down onto her upper chest as she twisted in her ropes. She ground her teeth, hating the brothers bitterly. How could they be doing something like this to her, especially when she'd done nothing to them except fool around a little? Slowly the girl lowered her legs, staring with hatred at Sam. Even Hal's tonguing behind her couldn't completely take away the anger she felt. But when he pulled her asscheeks apart, caressing the inner folds of her butt with his tongue, Patty almost forgot about the stinging wound on her belly.
"Ummmmm!" she moaned, her head falling back when Hal's tongue touched a particularly sensitive spot in her asshole.
"She's heatin' up. Don't think she's just turnin' on to you, brother," Sam said, wiping his mouth with the back of one hand. He tapped his thighs with the belt, staring mockingly up at the swinging girl. "Word has it she turns on to dogs."
Patty wanted to spit at him. Dogs! Just because she dressed a little daringly and swore sometimes, they had her prancing around like some little whore.
"Well, you like it, baby?" Sam asked.
Patty said nothing, sagging in her bonds. If only she could swing herself forward, kick him in the balls. Then what would he say? What would he think of her then as she mashed his balls?
"Bitch!"
He slashed the belt across Patty's face, making her scream again and turn her head to the other side. She felt something cool and wet trickling down her cheek. He'd cut her with that thing! Oh, God, they were going to mutilate her!
"Stop it! In the name of God, stop killing me!" she shrieked, jerking around in the ropes like some puppet gone mad.
Sam only laughed, pleased he'd driven her near hysteria. His brother continued gobbling up her shitter, going wild, twisting his head from side to side while pulling her buttcheeks farther apart and digging his stiff tongue into the depths of her ass. Hal would have loved to play with her cunt. But he wasn't going to take any chances and have his hands sliced by his brother's belt. He knew Sam all too well. The older boy would go crazy with that thing in a while, slashing it up and down Patty's helpless body while shouting at her. No, he'd satisfy himself just with this until Sam got tired of this game and thought up a new one.
"Stupid cunt! Bitch!"
Sweat trickled down his face. Dropping his belt for a minute, Sam took off his jacket, then unbuttoned his sweaty flannel shirt. Patty saw his broad-muscled chest, the well-defined pecs, the thick coating of hair covering his flesh. He glistened with perspiration as he bent down and picked up the belt once more.
Patty writhed with the pain of the cuts. She felt the warm sweat flowing down her throat, her ribs, and her belly. The belt came down again, this time on her thigh, curling around her leg like a snake. Again and again he beat her, lashing her body, watching with hellish delight as the belt sliced her flesh.
"No, oh, God, NOOO...."
Soon Patty could hardly feel the blows. She was numbed to the torture, actually growing accustomed to the vicious blows.
Then suddenly they stopped. She opened her eyes and found Sam standing close to her, the belt hanging limply in one hand. He moved his other arm up, grabbing at her cunt, twisting the blonde hairs and her cuntlips in his fist. The puffing, tearing sensation blasted through the girl like a knife. She brought one knee up, screaming as loudly as she could, jerking her arms so hard the ropes cut into her wrists.
"Stupid cunt!" Sam said, knowing she was trying to kick him. He tore out more cunthairs, then stepped back and lashed the doubled belt across her face, moving down to her tits. Patty struggled, jerking, bouncing up and down in the ropes. She felt her hands going numb as the rope binding her wrists grew tighter. The sound of splintering wood filled the cabin as she swayed more and more. The shrill power of her shrieks bounced off the cabin walls.
"No, oh, God, no! NO, NOOOOOO!"
The big biker lashed and beat at her, cruelly grabbing at her cunt and yanking yet more curls from the mound. He growled, his words lost in an insane sexual fury. The pain in her crotch was killing her. Why didn't he stop? Oh, God, she was going to be a bloody mess when he finished.
"Hey, Sam, knock it off, will you?" Hal said, moving from behind the girl and wrapping both arms around his brother's waist. He pulled him away from Patty, holding on tightly while digging his head into Sam's back. The older brother struggled for a while, trying to hit Hal, his legs braced widely apart while his hands clawed for a grip on his human restraint.
Patty watched in horror. Finally Hal's soothing words took effect. Sam quieted, dropping the belt while breathing heavily. His whole massive body shook.
"You're lucky I was here," Hal said, glancing at the girl, then kicking his brother's belt away. "Man, you're gonna kill somebody you keep goin' nuts like that."
Sam looked up briefly and laughed, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
"Thanks, little brother," he muttered. "She's yours for that ... at least for a couple of minutes," Sam said, falling back onto a chair exhausted.
Hal moved quickly, dragging a chair behind her. Weren't they going to take her down? Oh, how she'd love that, how she'd suck a shitty cock to have that pulling pain taken away from her arms.
"Gonna fuck your ass, baby. Gonna drill my cock right into your butt," Hal whispered, standing up at first a little unsteadily on the chair.
Patty said nothing, wiggling her ass invitingly. After all, if she satisfied him, maybe he'd finish with her and take her down. Hal seemed the more sane of the two. Even if she had to endure this humiliation, it wouldn't be the end of the world.
"Yeah, nice ass. Loved lickin' it. Now I'm gonna fuck it."
The feelings in her cunt were actually growing more hot, more lewd. She heard Hal puffing behind her. Patty waited, wondering what else he had in store for her. He was going to fuck her, fuck her in the ass. Several times she'd heard that that was the best way to take care of a boy and not worry about getting pregnant. That, and sucking off his cock. Some of the girls at school said getting screwed in the butt was almost as much fun as getting it in the pussy. Patty couldn't believe that. Her tight little cunt burned every time she thought of some of the boys at school. How could having something shoved in your ass feel good? The thought of it made her wince. Now, twisting slowly on the rope, the girl sucked in a deep breath; waiting for the big man to fuck her shifter.
"Christ, had my tongue in there. Can't believe I'm gonna give it to her in the butt," Hal said, grabbing her thighs. Patty knew from the angle of his grip that the fucking would take place soon. She trembled, closing her eyes and biting down on her lower lip. The pain from the whipping seemed to disappear under the threat of this latest humiliation.
"Give it to her good, man. This ain't all we got in store for you chick ... not by a long shot," Sam said, twisting her cuntlips again in one hand while pinching her thighs.
Patty cried out, arching her back slightly as if looking for his cock. Hal pinched her butt, holding tightly onto her thighs now. With a sudden shock of pain, his cockhead pressed up and into her relaxed shifter. The young blonde screamed again, her body jerking from side to side, the rope groaning and sounding as if it were going to part. Patty didn't know what hurt worse-the cockhead screwing slowly into her butt, the ropes chafing her wrists, or the welts starting to rise along her thighs and belly.
"Take it, you goddamned little bitch. You've been wanting something like this for a long time. Little cunts like you like it kinky, right? Baby, you just wait," Sam said, drool oozing from the corners of his mouth and flecking his black beard. He was turning on to the scene, wishing he could do something right now. But he knew this was Hal's game right now. Later he'd have the girl to himself. And then she'd pray to God she were back with his brother. Now he satisfied himself with rubbing his fingers over an ominous bulge to the right of his fly. A stain appeared, growing in size as his rubbing increased in rhythm.
"Man, take it, bitch! TAKE IT!" Hal shouted.
Patty screamed louder, her cries mixing with those of the biker fucking her. Her shoulders ached from the strange position she'd been hung in. Twice she screwed her eyes up as if in prayer, studying the hook driven into the broad cross beam to which she was attached. If only it would give way, if only the rope would part, pitching her down to the ground. At least part of the pain of this grotesque act would abate.
But both the hook and rope held, dust sifting down from the dirty ceiling and gathering irritatingly on Patty's neck and shoulders. She fanned out her toes, cramping them while the pain in her butt radiated outward to all parts of her body. "NOOOO, AHHHHHH!"
The whole tight ring of her butt was being driven up into her guts, it seemed. She felt the tearing, stretching pain all around the outside of her asshole. It was as if it were being torn loose with a blunt chisel. The scraping of his fingers tore at her thigh flesh, adding to the pain.
Patty relaxed, the pressure against her asshole easing for an instant. Tears rolled down her flushed cheeks. Several times she tried touching the floor with her toes. The knot had slipped a little. The rope had stretched as well. If only she could touch the floor, give some relief to the terrible tension put on her shoulders.
"NOOOOOO!"
Patty screamed, her back arching once more, her knees jerking up while her face drained white. Like a big, hard lump of shit, the cock jammed against her relaxed asshole. She'd let down her defenses and Hal had taken advantage of it. Half his cockhead was already pushed into her. The little muscle surrounding the hole felt as if it were tearing at the top. Patty screamed for all she was worth, begging Hal to slow down, begging Sam to cut her down from the ceiling. All her pleas, all her cries for mercy were useless. The brothers fed on her pain, enjoyed watching her suffer as they humiliated her.
But even they didn't know at the time what changes were going on in Patty's body. To her wild surprise, her cunt almost cried out for cock. She wanted to feel the hard thing in her pussy, not her asshole. How strange! Even in the grip of this pain, the young woman was feeling her pussy get so hot, tight, wet! She wondered if Sam would notice it and do something about it. Patty didn't have the courage to tell him how she felt. All she could do was moan and hope he'd notice.
Hal let go of her hip. She felt his hand reach up around to her tit. She squirmed, moving her ass back toward his heavy-haired belly. At the same time the girl flexed her thigh muscles, trying to take care of the terrible rising pressure between her legs as best she could.
"Nice ass, nice ... ." Hal muttered as Patty moved her butt around as sensuously as she could. If she could somehow show him how well her cunt would wrap around a prick, maybe he'd somehow take care of that lusty heat.
CHAPTER FIVE
Hal stopped for a second, pinching her nipples so hard the girl squealed in pain. Her pussy contracted, the soft moist walls buckling in, crashing down on nothing, spasming in sexual need. His cock massaged the sensitive nerve endings in her ass, creating another center for sexual pleasure in her body.
Patty was torn. She twisted her tits against his hands as best she could, hearing the rope groaning the more she jerked and jiggled her body. Her round, firm asscheeks flexed against his belly, actually looking for more cock while Hal held onto her. Ohhh, it was so obscenely good to have her butt split open like this!
He started all over again. The sliding of his cock as it moved deeper in her shitter sent shivering thrills through her ass. Patty felt her insides flowing with the rhythm. How much longer could she go on like this? Her pussy burned like a glowing jewel and still no one had done anything about it. The girl was almost to the point of begging Sam to eat her out, to put his fingers in her furry little cunt and fuck her.
"GOD!" she shouted.
"Baby, ain't no God around here. My brother over there's gonna take care of things," Hal muttered.
Patty's mind whirled around. She imagined the thick bar of meat in her ass was growing until it was the size of a missile. Ohhh, how good it was being impaled like this.
"Yeah, yeah," Hal muttered, easing the pressure. Patty felt his belly on her ass. Surely he was going to come. Surely he'd grow tired of this and finish off, leaving Sam to take care of her cunt. Then they'd leave her alone, take her back where she could sort this all out in the privacy of her bedroom.
Hal started to pull out. Patty shivered, closing her eyes and letting out another long, low moan. It felt as if half her guts were going out with his prick. The nerves in her asshole protested all the way.
Then Hal stopped, chuckling softly, digging his fingertips into her flesh and shoving back in again. Patty jerked, her eyes fluttering open while her lower jaw slackened. She groaned louder, arching her back, wriggling her asscheeks obscenely against his thighs. The strange sensation of fullness in her body was starting to excite her. It wasn't quite like the heat rising in her cunt. And yet it seemed to be connected to that in an odd way. It was a sensation all its own, something adding spice to what was throbbing in her pussy already.
"FUCK!"
Hal's cock went deeper, past where the last stroke had stopped. The man behind her was shaking now, his fingers bruising her white-flesh. She could tell he was getting close, fighting back the desire to dump his wad into her tight little butt. He was telling her all sorts of weird things about how good and hot and fine her asshole was, how smooth and wet it felt against his cockhead. She in-haled sharply, her moans shuddering deep in her chest. His cockhead went up and up, going in so far Patty was sure he was going to wind up in her belly.
"Ohhhhhhh!"
The heat from her stretched asshole bounced off her pussy, making her clit sputter and vibrate wildly. Patty snapped her head from side to side, grunting to the man behind her that she wanted more of his cock stuffed in her.
"More, in! In! Mmmmmmm!"
"Fuck, she's goin' outta control," Hal said, surprised the girl had turned on so quickly to his butt-fucking.
"Man, I told you she's nothin' but a little fuckin' slut. Man, she's so hot she cried when you stuck it in her. Now she wants someone to play with her pussy," he said, smirking at the heavy-lidded girl while rubbing his fly. "I ain't gonna touch that pretty little cunt for along while. She can hang there and try to get herself off," he growled, knowing full well what was behind Patty's groans of delight.
"NOOO!" she cried as Hal thrust back and forth, gradually speeding his strokes until Patty thought her asshole would catch fire. As the ramming length and speed of the strokes grew, she felt the drag of her cuntlips milk more juice from her hole.
Patty grunted with the effort of keeping up with Hal's strokes. She was panting like a bitch in heat, her head spinning. She knew she was being fucked, fucked hard and fast by this biker who enjoyed humiliating her. But now Patty didn't care what was happening. She didn't care about the morals of the situation or the danger of it. All she wanted to do was take care of that pulsing itch between her legs.
"HUHHHRRRR!" she cried, bringing her knees together again and working her thighs against one another, anything to get more friction to her cunt. Hal grunted behind her. His cock pulled out, sucking her bowels down. For a moment only the head stayed in her shitter. Patty felt the flaring sides of that tip pulling at her tender asshole lining. She hunched her ass back and forth in fast strokes.
With another grunt Hal rammed his cock back deep into her ass. She screamed, feeling lusty fire explode in her cunt. Hal was grunting something behind her, biting her neck, slapping her thighs and butt. Oh, he was shooting off, coming in her shitter. The thick, spurting masses of spunk burned the lining of her ass tube like jets of gasoline. Patty's cunt snapped shut on emptiness. Her ass wrung at his prick. She jerked, her dangling body twisting around, nearly knocking the big biker off the chair he still stood on.
The lightning-like jolts of heat in her cunt amplified the spasming going on in her butt. Patty's mind centered on her pussy, her ass, and especially her burning clit. Every fading motion of the biker's cock heightened the wild contractions attacking her pussy and shitter. It was incredible!
Patty would never have believed her clit would spasm and jerk like that without direct stimulation. Her legs snapped out, then flew together, rubbing against one another.
"NO!" Patty cried.
But she wanted the feeling to continue. She rolled her head from shoulder to shoulder, her eyes drifting up into her head while her breathing became shallow and labored. Sweat dripping from her forehead made her flesh glisten under the dim light.
Hal's out-sliding prick paused, then slid back in quickly on a thick layer of his spunk. Patty wept. There were too many hot signals shooting up to her brain, making her cry out for more, then beg for him to stop. Her overloaded brain shattered. The girl screamed, fighting to keep his cock in her asshole.
"Man, too much," Hal breathed, holding onto her hips and slowly puffing his cock out.
Patty shivered, especially when the wide flared head reached her shithole. When it slipped out, the girl ground her teeth, cursing the biker. Her shitter still fluttered even empty now. Her clasping pussy spasmed unfulfilled as she dangled from the ceiling like a hunk of beaten meat.
Hal moved away from her, laughing as he stepped down from the chair and grinned at his brother.
"She was somethin' else, man," he said, brushing the hairs of her cunt with the back of one hand. Patty flinched, even that feathery touch sending her cunt off into a series of pre-orgasmic spasms. The girl closed her eyes, feeling her skin crawl with unspeakable pleasure. Oh, why didn't' they get it over with and fuck her, fuck her so hard in the cunt that she wouldn't be able to piss for weeks!
Patty tried relaxing. Her body straightened slowly. Her toes nearly brushed the floor, the rope having stretched a good deal during her ordeal. Patty had never felt so deserted before in her life. A bubble of air escaped from her pussy while the biker's cum oozed from her asshole. Patty closed her eyes in defeat, waiting for the inevitable.
"Let's clean 'er out. Not good havin' all that fuckin' cum sloshin' around in your butt," Sam sneered.
Patty watched fascinated as Sam approached a large wooden keg with a small brass faucet drilled into it. She'd seen it as they came in but thought little of it. There were lots of boxes and crates here and the barrel was just one more piece of dirty refuse. Apparently, however, her early assessment was wrong.
Sam pulled the cask over until it was behind the hanging blonde teen.
"Wh-what are you going to do to me?" Patty stammered.
The girl peered down in fascination, watching as Sam attached a long black hose to the faucet, then attached a tarnished brass clamp near the tip of the faucet. There was what appeared to be a steel nozzle at the other end of the tube. In a flash the young woman realized it was a makeshift enema the biker was creating. She struggled, the cords standing out on her neck once more, her toenails barely scraping the dirty floor. They were going to shove that vile thing up her ass, cleaning her out with that water! There were more delicious agonies in store for her. Her blood pounded in her ears while her heart felt as if it were going to tear through her ribcage. The girl worked her fingers against her palms. Ohhh, how hot her cunt was! Her pussy was creaming while she struggled.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm," Patty sighed, unable to hide her true feelings any more. Sam was rubbing the heel of his palm against her cunt, smiling when he felt that furry mound actually move under that light touch. She could hear his fingers clicking against one another. They were wet, slicked down with her hot cunt juice. That thought made her pant with excitement.
"Shove it in 'er," Sam said, pressing his fingers, slowly peeling back her cuntlips. Patty felt them unsticking, felt the part, felt his fingers touch the dark red moist meat of her convulsing pussy. It was too much to handle. The girl jerked her head back and let out an animal yelp! She squeezed her butt muscles together and jerked her body forward, wanting to impale her hot little cunt on those wonderful fingers. Oh, God, she was going crazy with frustrated lust! Wasn't there any way she could satisfy herself quickly? Sam was playing her like an instrument, pushing her toward an orgasm, then pulling back the moment he saw her about to go over the brink. Patty hung there panting, sweat cascading down her body, her legs alternately kicking out, then snapping together, trying to trap his probing hands between them.
"Ohhhhh, take it out! Unnghhhh, it hurts!"
Hal had shoved the tube in her shitter. The girl felt her ass muscles clenching instinctively around the cold metal. She tried pushing back, trying to shove out the foreign metal.
Hal laughed while his brother toyed with Patty's drooling cunt. The blonde teen felt his fingers spreading her pussy walls wide, felt them sliding in so easy, her cunt greased down with that thick, heavy fluid. Patty felt wave on wave of humiliation. They all knew now just how aroused she was. As painful as the enema was being shoved up her butt, the girl moaned like a bitch dog in heat. Hal leaned over to the faucet of the barrel. As he did, Sam tweaked her slit, sending the girl off into another series of yelping cries. Her knees shot apart, bobbing up and down, making the hook above her groan against the hardwood beam. More dirt and dust filtered down onto the 'unfortunate girl. With a nod Hal turned the spigot. The black rubber hose moved as water flowed quickly through, then up into the nozzle.
"UNNGHHHHH!"
Patty gasped, feeling the impact of the water flow into her shitter. Her body jerked, her asscheeks jiggling up and down, the girl arched her back, sending her body forward, her cunt sliding farther onto Sam's probing fingers. It was just what both of them wanted.
"Nice and hot, eh, baby'? Like it that way, a hot ass filled with water and your cunt being fingered, right?" Sam said, his eyebrows arching while a sneering smile crossed his lips.
Patty let out more choked cries. The sensations attacking her ass and pussy were unreal. The blonde teen's eyes glowed with lust. Strangely enough she started feeling terribly high, sawing her thighs back and forth, fucking herself on Jack's fingers while water splashed from her shitter, only to be replaced with more cold fluid.
"Stop it! Oh, my God, what are you doing to me?" the girl wailed. Something inside her still said what was happening was unnatural, sick. How could her pussy be so hot when she was getting this foul enema?
Sam knelt in front of her, holding her legs still and starting to tongue her. The girl started to moan as he moved his tongue up and down her pussy. Each movement of his head, each flick of the tongue brought more juice. Behind her Hal was now regulating the flow of water, sometimes shutting it off, sometimes increasing it until she thought her ass was going to swell up and burst. A trickle of the liquid ran down both her legs.
As her arousal built, the motions of his tongue on Patty's cunt became more and more frenzied. The girl could smell herself as she rocketed toward climax. Thank God, it seemed that Sam was finally going to let her come. The room spun around. She stared heavy-lidded down at the biker, then let her head fall back. The pulling agony in her shoulders disappeared for a while. The sharp throbbing in her wrists as the ropes cut cruelly into her flesh evaporated as she came. The blonde teen jerked and bounced while a small puddle of water collected at her feet. Hal turned the spigot all the way, watching a spray of water shoot from between the girl's jiggling asscheeks.
Patty screamed, her face turning white, her mouth tightening while the tendons stood out against her flesh. She started making strange gurgling sounds as spit frothed at the corners of her lips. Her blonde hair splashed over her face and tits while Sam ate her pussy hungrily and busily.
"AHHHH!" Patty squealed again, her hips going wild. She bounced up and down as Sam's tongue stiffened and pierced her cunt slit again and again. Hal was adjusting the flow of water in her ass, making it pulse just as if it were a cock. The young teen couldn't take it any longer. She threw back her head, opened her mouth and let out a long high-pitched wail. The moment of excruciating madness had finally come! She was riding high, bouncing up the ropes while her orgasm tore through.
"WAWWWWAHH!"
It was like a thunderbolt shooting through her. She quivered like an arrow as the wild ecstasy shot sparklers of delight through her cunt. Sam rubbed his tongue and lips greedily up and down her furry pussy, coating the girl's cunt with his spit. Patty thought she was going to pass out from the force of her orgasm. She cried and sobbed, coughing at times, sucking in air to feed her wildly twisting body. She squeezed her sphincter muscles around the enema nozzle, feeling a strange pleasure between her tortured asscheeks. Slowly the girl came down from her high, sagging again in the ropes. It took some time before either she or Sam could speak. A long dark stain darkened one leg of his Levi's.
"Take 'er down, but keep the ropes on her wrists," Sam said, steadying himself.
Hal took the enema plug out of her ass with one jerk. Patty shivered, feeling exhausted. The climax had taken every ounce of strength and will from her. She hung in the middle of that filthy cabin like a limp dishrag. They were going to do other things to her, she was sure of it. But at this point the girl didn't care. She felt so warm and buzzy. Someone was moving behind her, Hal again, balancing himself on the chair he'd stood on fucking her butt. She felt the ropes moving, heard more groaning, then felt her body slowly descending to the floor. Soon her heels were on the dirty wood, the stretching pain in her shoulders going away quickly as her arms dropped to her sides. Thank God!
"Bend over," Sam said, illustrating his command by putting one hand hard against the back of her neck and pushing forward.
Patty knew she had no other recourse than to obey quickly. She bent at the waist, putting her bound wrists against her ankle as directed.
"Get that board," Sam said, indicating a two-by-four behind an overturned chair. Hal slid the board over to his brother who then wedged it between Patty's feet. Both brothers fastened her ankles to the board, tying her wrists to her left leg.
Her hair hung down over her face. Patty felt her knees buckling from weakness. Her butt was high in the air, wiggling back and forth as water still trickled out of her asshole and down the backs of her legs. Why had they bent her over in this position? Were they going to butt-fuck her again?
"She looks a little cold. Maybe I oughtta warm her up a little," Sam said, fishing out a lighter from his pants pocket and flipping it open. Patty twisted around, peering over her thighs and seeing a yellow flame flickering behind her. In a flash she knew what he was going to do. Beads of perspiration broke out on her forehead as she tried to move away. But the board between her legs kept her from moving too much. Her chest tightened again, but this time it wasn't lust making her breathing labored and shallow. Sheer terror assailed her.
"NO!" she shouted, her face turning red as Sam moved the lighter closer to her pussy.
The teen could feel the warmth at times brushing over her quivering flesh like a kiss. Sam chuckled, moving the tiny fire up to her asshole, then down to her cuntlips. Patty waited, her mind whirling around in horror as the fire edged closer and closer to her pussy.
CHAPTER SIX
"Yeah, I dig it when the flesh turns red like that," Sam said, moving the flickering flame up and down her inner thighs.
Patty smelled the burning lighter fluid as blasts of heat moved up and down her legs. Sam was brushing the bottom of her cunt with the tip of the fire, laughing as some of her blonde pussy curls singed under the intense heat. She tensed, her thighs quivering, her face a mask of intense concentration. At times the girl let out tiny gasping whimpers. Her tits bounced on her chest while she jerked and pulled at the ropes holding her in that obscene position. The board scraped against her ankles, still holding firmly as ever. Her skin crawled as Sam stopped the fire for a second, humming some country and western tune absently while studying her quivering pussy.
"Man, I'm gettin' hard again," Hal said, studying her creaming cunt as well. He moved around to the front, curling his fingers around several strands of Patty's blonde hair. She felt his fingertips pressing just above her ears as he tilted her head back. Rolling her eyes up, she saw his cock was stiff once more, sticking out like a big tree trunk, swaying from side to side, the head a deep red. Patty wrinkled up her nose at the smell of his unwashed crotch, shrinking back as best she could while Sam played the flame over the backs of her legs.
"Unnghhh!"
He was hunching forward, brushing the dribbling tip of his cock against her cheeks. She compressed her lips, guessing he wanted her to give him head. No, no, I won't do it! The girl screamed to herself, trying to pull her head away. But Hal had her skull gripped firmly in his hands, smiling down grimly, tugging at the strands, making Patty groan each time he pulled hard.
"Ohhhh, baby, gimme some head," he sighed, tilting her head back so far that her shoulders and neck kinked.
Patty had no choice. She closed her eyes, feeling tears once again welling up behind the lids as the smell of his groin grew stronger. She felt the salty tip brush over her lips, then push in, parting them and pressing against her front teeth. With a shuddering groan Patty gave in, relaxing her muscles and letting the fat prick in.
Hal moaned, pressing his hands harder against the sides of her head. Patty relaxed as much as she could. In an instant his big cock filled her mouth. The thick pre-cum bubbled out of the pissslit, coating the insides of her cheeks. The salty, bleachy flavor made her swallow continually until her throat was coated with the stuff.
The young biker twisted his hips, making her cheeks puff out with his stirring hunk of cock. Patty felt the throbbing prick brush over her tongue, then head back, farther into her mouth until it was touching her tonsils. Oh, she was going to choke on his meat!
"Lick it, suck hard, baby, suck it good," Hal moaned.
The blonde teen felt his fleshy cockhead pushing back over her tongue. Taking a deep breath, Patty relaxed even more and felt Hal shove down harder. The tip hit the back of he throat, pressed hard, then slid down into her gullet.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!" Patty groaned, worried that he'd forget she needed air to breathe.
Hal finally let her go after they rocked back and forth and she gagged for air. She sucked in air through her nostrils, still having the biker's cock in her mouth. Her tongue wrapped around the throbbing prick, caressing the sensitive underside, milking yet more jizz from the slit.
Sam, meanwhile, had moved the fire back to her knee, slightly burning the flesh and making the girl cry out in a muffled roar while the smell of singed body hairs filled the tiny cabin. The touch of that flame nearly brought the teenager to her knees. It was only Hal's firm grip on her head that kept her standing, that, and the implied threat that more flame would be applied to more sensitive places on her body if she were to collapse.
Patty shook with absolute terror. Sam licked his lips as he drew back and stared at the round swell of her young firm ass cheeks. The quivering going on now in her violated asshole excited him more. He watched those globes move, tighten, and relax as the girl waited for yet more pain.
Sam breathed a little harder. His deep, shivering breaths filled the little room. Patty felt the warmth of the flame again, this time as it moved across the rounded bottom of her left asscheek. The wet, sticky line of her pussy slit felt suddenly exposed. She thought of it, inches away from the destructive flame. Would he burn her there, mutilate her forever? The thought had the curious effect of stimulating her cunt again, making it wet and tight and hot all over!
Patty's cunt sucked in air, opening in an uncontrollable spasm as the flame traced the outer line of her cuntlips. She heard the curls crackling under the intense heat. She pictured them turning back, blackened by the flame that inched up and down her pussylips. The girl bit her lip, her face tightening, her nostrils flaring while her lower jaw dropped. Her eyelids wrinkled as Sam toyed with her cunt.
Then the flame moved away. Hal was sawing his prick rapidly in and out of her mouth. She concentrated on that now, tightening her jaw, sucking in so hard her cheeks caved in and caressed the tight pink flesh of his prick. At times she felt his balls swinging up and slapping against her chin.
Her eyes opened up, her screams still blocked by the young biker's cock. She thrashed, nearly pitching forward, wriggling her butt violently from side to side, desperately trying to get away from the killing flame. Sam had let the tip brush against her cuntlips. A draft of air blew the fire to the right, centering it on her wet slit. A shocking heat burned the center of her pussy. Patty's cunt clamped down on thin air protectively as the blonde teen tried wildly to get away.
"Ahhhhhh!"
Hal's head shot back while he held Patty's skull tightly. He was coming, shooting his hot jizz into her sucking mouth. The girl struggled, coughing, gagging, feeling her mouth fill up with the bleachy tasting spunk. Spit and cum oozed from the corners of her mouth while her face turned a dark red. God, didn't it ever stop? His orgasm seemed to take forever. And behind her that flame was still flirting with her pussy.
"Good head, good everything," Hal muttered, wiping the tip of his cock across her lips, then pulling violently at her hair one final time.
Sam had moved the fire back up to her butt. The pain was terrible. The heat felt like a hundred blazing coals that had been dumped on her butt.
"Oh, Christ, no!" Patty screamed, spitting out the mixture of spit and jizz. Her head throbbed while she felt the heat move through her cunt and ass. Sam was playing with her, moving the lighter over all parts of her body. She cried and whimpered, tensing her muscles, jerking her body from side to side, up and down, in any direction to get away from wherever the flame happened to be at that moment.
"NOOO, oh, nooo!" she wailed.
And yet Patty knew it felt good, so terrifying and yet so good. It was the same kind of fear that had come when Hal fucked her in the ass or when Sam instructed that the strange enema nozzle be shoved up her shitter.
"Gonna burn your cunt up," Sam said, watching the girl's flesh quiver as he directed the flame back to her cunt. The fire touched a few hairs at the crease of her pussy. Patty's face turned white, her body tensed, her feet jerked as best they could while her fingers curled into fists. Her thigh and belly muscles tightened, making her ass jiggle.
Sam reached up, holding her cunt open with one hand while he moved the flame up and down. Patty sucked in a deep breath, her head shaking as if she were having a fit while her neck muscles tightened and stood out.
Sam was humming that country and western song again, chuckling at times, pretending like nothing was wrong.
Patty shivered all over. The one thing that was really hers, her cunt, was about to be destroyed. She begged him wildly not to hurt her.
"No.! Oh, don't ... not that ... save that! Oh, please, please, don't do this to me!"
"Stupid bitch," was all Sam said.
The biker touched the tip of the flame directly below her clit. Patty screamed, her head jerking from side to side, her hair splashing over her feet. It felt as if a needle had been shoved into her pussy. The girl screamed and shrieked, her fingers digging cruelly into one ankle while her clit filled with blood. Sam smiled, finding this interesting. He knew the girl was a masochist, someone who enjoyed torture and humiliation as much as she cried out against it. But this was something else. He was threatening to destroy her cunt and she was loving it. He'd have to make sure they got together a lot of times.
Sam stood straight, her screams and whimpering becoming an annoyance. More juice seeped from her cunthole, wetting the backs of her shaking legs. Patty's screams died away as Sam withdrew the lighter. She heard the metal cap flip down and sighed, nearly falling to the floor. It was over, at least for now.
"You like cock, lots of it, right? Man, you're gonna get plenty," he said, rubbing his prick. "Take her outside to the pit."
Hal smiled, bending down and unfastening the board that held her legs apart and her wrists bound to her ankle. Patty murmured a thank you even though they kept the line tight around her wrists. They dragged her outside, down a small hill to a clearing some thirty feet east of the cabin. It was so quiet, so peaceful out here. Patty couldn't believe the bikers were going to do something terrible to her in this wilderness. Above her she could hear birds singing while the soft rustling sounds in the surrounding bushes indicated the animal life in the area.
Sam and Hal threw her onto an old rotting picnic table that leaned against an oak for support. More rope-oh, God, more rope! The girl groaned, feeling the line rub roughly over her legs again, spreading them apart, binding them to the creaking legs of the picnic table. Hal took her bound wrists and pulled them high over her head, drawing them toward the ground and finally fastening both hands to her right leg.
Patty was spread wide open, her legs making a thirty-degree angle with one another while her arms stretched back and down. The splinters in the table bit at her ass and shoulder blades whenever she moved to ease the tension in her muscles. Patty looked up through the latticework of branches and leaves. The stars were all out tonight, a half-moon silvering the woods surrounding them. It seemed as if God Himself would come down at any second. And yet what a hell they were making her live through!
"Fire her up," Sam said.
She heard a strange scattering sound mixed with the heavy rustling of paper. Turning her head to one side, she saw both men lifting a big package, tilting it to one side and spilling out the contents into a large black grill. Charcoal!
"You're gonna have one hell of a lover, Patty ... one hell of a lover," Sam said as his brother picked up a can and sprayed lighter fluid all over the dusty coals.
Patty narrowed her eyes and studied what was in Sam's hand. It was a long, tapered, iron weapon of some sort. The handle was wooden, the tip a grooved disc at least an inch thick. He was going to drive that thing up her cunt, shove it all the way into her pussy until the wooden handle was touching her cuntlips. And it was going to be red hot, heated to a glow by those burning coals!
"NOOOOOO!"
Patty screamed, her shrieks sending small animals rushing through the bushes and trees in the area. She heard her cries echo back to her, and she screamed again. Her face was pinched, her eyes closed, her arms and legs jerking so hard the muscles and tendons pressed against her sweaty flesh. Patty fought for all she was worth. The splinters tore at her flesh. Opening her eyes again, the terrified teenager saw Sam fish out his lighter again and flip on the flame. In a second a flash of fire swept over the coals, illuminating Sam and Hal with a hellish red light. She screamed again, jerking her head away, refusing to look at the instruments of her destruction. The smell of the burning lighter fluid and the crackling sounds of the fire as it heated the coals to a whitish gray drove Patty wild.
"She's hot for it," Sam said, hefting one tit with the iron. Patty shrieked, trying to jerk her body away from the offending instrument.
Sam smirked, then threw the iron onto the half-heated coals. The clanking metallic sound made Patty twitch. She looked wide-eyed at the two men, tears streaking her cheeks. The big biker moved his hands over her pussy, not surprised to find her cunt warm to the touch. It actually moved a little as his fingers brushed over her cunt hairs. In the light he could see where his lighter had burned away some of her pussy curls. He smiled more broadly, then grabbed hold of her cunt fur. He jerked the hair, threatening to snatch her pussy bald.
Patty screamed, rolling her head from side to side. Her tits rolled together, then rolled apart while her ass danced frantically over the splintery table top. Sam pulled and yanked, forcing her pussylips apart, sticking two fingers in. He felt her cunt muscles spasm, then snap shut, trapping his fingers just above the second joint. In spite of her growing horror and revulsion, the young girl couldn't hide the passion she was feeling right now.
"No, no, no!" Patty groaned, wishing she could fight down the delicious spasms tearing at her cunt. Oh, she was her own worst enemy. Nothing Sam or Hal did could match what her body was doing to her. It was shameful, humiliating, degrading to feel like this, to show such unbridled lust in front of the men torturing her. She was actually begging for more, asking for more pain to take care of her aching pussy.
Her mouth felt like cotton. Her armpits were crusted with sweat while every square inch of her flesh throbbed. Her cunt and ass muscles pulsed with a lewd fire. She wanted to cry out but couldn't get enough wind in her diaphragm and lungs. All that came out was a husky panting that made her throat ache.
Patty's wrists and ankles burned as they rubbed against the ropes. She tried to raise herself up, to impale herself on those fingers, to silently beg for more. But the ropes held fast, groaning against the rotting wood of the table.
Sam drew back, waiting for the iron to heat up. He crackled his knuckles, glanced at Patty from time to time, and talked quietly to his brother while the coals silently did their work.
Finally Sam went up to the grill and picked up the iron, examining the tip.
"Yeah, just right," he said, smiling as he passed the weapon in front of his eyes.
Patty whimpered, tugging desperately at the ropes. Sweat seeped into the chafed areas of her wrists and ankles, making those sore wounds throb as Sam approached the bench. The tip of that thing was dark red, the shaft closest to the disc somewhat white. The remainder was a dull gray, or so it seemed in the dim light.
"Oh, no, no," she whimpered, trying to draw herself into a little ball to hide. But the ropes kept her wide open and exposed.
"You'll dig this, baby. You like pain, plenty of it. I can see it in your fuckin' eyes. Well, you're gonna love this," Sam growled.
Patty tried to say something, but only a rush of air blew through her mouth. She shuddered and the spasms passed down her shoulders. Her tits swelled, the nipples stiff and glowing. Belly spasms erupted, making her stomach buck and turn over.
"And we got all night," Sam added, making her degradation complete.
Sam moved the iron down to her right leg. Patty's eyes widened, her head shuddering more while her forehead wrinkled. She breathed with short, wheezing sounds through her nostrils while her fingers worked against the half-inch line biting into her wrists.
Sam dropped the iron. The heat warmed her knees. He was taking his time positioning the weapon, watching the girl writhe and struggle under him. Then without warning, he dropped the tip on a section of her leg just above her right knee.
"AGGHHHHH!"
Patty screamed for all she was worth, her back arching while her legs twitched like those of a dissected frog. The scalding, unrelenting heat singed her tender flesh. Her blonde pussy hair shriveled, smoldering down to her mound.
The bitter smell of the burned hair and dried cum was like that of a burned animal. The odor aroused Sam even more. His hand shook, the weapon bobbing in one hand. His hard-on tight-fined, pushing up even harder against his fly. Sam kook it away for a moment, letting the girl relax.
"Please, no, no, take it away! I swear, I'll do Anything!"
But the powers released in Sam's mind were too strong for her weak words. He moved the iron back, the heat baking her crotch. It burned into her convulsing cunt without ever touching her skin.
"No, don't! AIYEEEEE!"
The heat curled into her pussy, finding her clit and curling around it like a fist. She cried out again and again as a tiny orgasm erupted. It was enough to satisfy her for the moment, and yet it made her appetite for sex even greater. Greedily she shifted her hips from side to side, ashamed of her sick appetite for pain and pleasure, and yet unable to Curb It Any Longer.
CHAPTER SEVEN
She dreamed and begged for mercy as the burning iron scorched her flesh. But in the far corners of her mind, the ecstasy released by this torture was something she'd want again and again. Patty couldn't believe she was wondering what further delight the hot, hard weapon would bring her.
"You love it," Sam spat. His hand was shaking, the iron bobbing, nearly touching her juice-flecked pussylips.
"Oh, no, no, I don't," Patty protested unconvincingly.
The girl shivered, wondering what else he was going to do to her.
"AHHHHHH!"
Sam brushed the still-glowing weapon over her cuntlips, watching them move, watching them swell open and peel back as more heat curled into the center of her juicing pussy. He couldn't take it any more. Throwing the iron back into the grill, he tore open his Levi's and let his long thick cock spill out. Patty jerked her head up the moment she heard his zipper teasing open. Her eyes grew wide once more in wild delight when she realized what he was going to do. Hal moved away, not particularly interested in watching his brother pound some girl's pussy flat with his groin.
"Damn it," Sam muttered, slicing the ropes binding her ankles with a pocket knife, then shoving her knees up while crawling onto the picnic table with Patty. They were both so hot the inconvenience of where they were fucking didn't bother them. Patty wished Sam could untie her hands. Maybe he'd planned to but forgot under the heat of his throbbing cock. No matter. She was enjoying this, loving the sensation of his sweaty body grinding against hers, of his fingers crawling all over her tits, pinching her nipples, then smoothing down the sides of her body. All the pain, all the whip marks, all the welts and burns seemed to disappear under the magic of the biker's heavy, insistent body.
"Oh, oh, fuck me, fuck me hard, fuck me!"
Patty felt his hands pushing up under her thighs, rolling her back, parting her legs until they were bent at the knees and dangling over the edges of the table. She felt her pussylips stickily peel back, ex-posing every inch of the moist red meat underneath. Sam was saying terrible things to her in her ear, telling her what a good fuck she was, telling her how he was going to ream her out with his cock until she went crazy.
When Patty finally felt his cockhead rubbing over her greasy cuntlips, she let out a sobbing gasp, tears spilling over. She was so hot for a cock that she was actually crying for it! The young girl couldn't believe what they had done to her body and mind, making her react this way to fucking.
Slowly, steadily, his prick sank into her soft, sucking cunthole. Their bodies were almost touching. His thick matting of body hair tickled over Patty's skin. His breath came in short, sharp pants. Sweat was dripping off his forehead and out from under his arms. Sam twisted his body from side to side, the shifting weight making the picnic table groan threateningly.
"Oh, oh, oh!"
Sam slipped the last few inches of cock to her, then let out a sigh of relief. He twisted his groin around on her soft cuntlips. He could feel her creaming furiously, feel her pussy walls convulsing, buckling in on him, milking greedily at his prick. With another sigh the biker settled on her body and between her legs.
Patty felt his eight-inch cock throbbing in her cunt. With each jerk of his hard prick, her cunt-walls squeezed tightly around it, holding it in a velvety trap. It was wonderful, this feeling of being filled, this sensation of having something hard and hot rubbing against her aroused clit. She wanted him to pound her with his cock, fill her with his cum until she tasted it.
"Man, I knew I'd have you beggin' for it. You practically went nuts when I stuck it to you, didn't you?" Sam whispered hoarsely.
"Yes, yes," Patty quickly agreed.
Sam grunted, pushing his hairy ass up high, getting his prick into position for the downstroke.
"Now take it, bitch, get that hot meat!"
He shoved down fast, his cock traveling like a red-hot poker through butter.
Patty screamed, loving the way he was throwing his meat into her. Her cunt quickly simmered under his constant, wonderful attack. Her pussy boiled with juice and heat while her clit was rubbed up to climax. Only moments, only seconds were between her and orgasm.
"Oh, yeah, hot and fine," Sam grunted, burying his face in her shoulders while he kept his thighs pile driving into her body.
Patty was full of cock, stuffed with his meat until she thought her pussy would tear. Her ass quivered with sensations as if it were filled with cock also. Maybe she was having phantom sensations, her body remembering Hal's cock and how it stretched her small asshole to take his thickness.
"AHHHHHHH!" Patty cried. It signaled the end.
Sam stopped for a second, then pumped more furiously than before. He rammed his cock faster and faster, his balls so full of cum they ached. He started moaning as loudly as she was, shouting as he slammed his body into hers, sending stream after stream of jizz into her tight cunt.
"NOOOOOOO!" the girl shouted. It was her turn to come. Her cunt and ass squeezed, tightly clutching along the quivering inches of Sam's cock while her body blew to pieces. It was the most explosive, exciting thing the girl had ever felt in her life! Her arms jerked, snapping against the ropes still binding her wrists together. Moving her legs as best she could, Patty felt his prick jerking, twitching, sending more cum spattering against her cunt walls. Ohhh, it was heavenly, something she couldn't describe for all the money in the world. Patty felt as if she were all cunt-hot and wet, milking at his shooting cock. No, she didn't want these men to stop hurting her, humiliating her, and degrading her. She wanted them to drive her through the mud, make her feel filthy like the low-born slut she was.
"Shit, I've just about had it with this one," Sam aid, pulling out of her cunthole and staggering back Patty stared at those wonderful thighs, at those long legs now disappearing under his Levi's, at that fat long cock that had brought such pleasure to her pussy. She sighed, wondering if she'd ever feel anything like that again.
Hal unbound her wrists, rubbing the chafed flesh while Sam walked back into the cabin, reappearing with her clothes in one hand.
Patty raised her head slowly, wincing as the aches in her shoulders, neck and upper arms finally became apparent. They'd hung her in all sorts of positions and now her muscles were sore. She rubbed her back with one hand, feeling strangely quiet in this outdoor scene.
"We got a buddy, Jack Hawkins, he's been watchin' you. Said he was gonna make a move on you. Guess he didn't," Sam said, throwing her clothes on the ground. "You pick 'em up and get dressed fast," Sam ordered. "Then I'm gonna give Jack a call. Maybe tomorrow he'll bring you back up here. You'll like Jack," Sam sneered. "And remember, you tell anyone about what happened and we'll beat the shit outta you. The cops ain't gonna find where we hide out. If it takes a day, a week or a fuckin' year, we'll find you."
Patty shivered. Knowing what these two brothers were capable of in play, she had little doubt of the business they meant now. The blonde teen dressed quickly, glad in a way to be leaving. Although she had felt things she thought were impossible for human beings to sense, still Patty wanted to be alone to think about what happened. It was all strangely new to her, this feeling of sexual excitement tied to pain and degradation.
She pulled up her panties, drawing her halter over her tits and snapping the clamp behind her. Sam gunned up the Harley and brought it around to the front of the cabin, telling his brother to take his bike and get some food in town.
"Remember, not a fuckin' word. Hold on," Sam warned again.
The girl hardly had the strength to haul herself onto the back of the bike. The places where Sam had burned her started to throb while her head spun around and around. Still somehow the teen found reserves of strength and hooked her arms around the big man's waist, clinging for all she was worth as they roared from the clearing back down toward the main highway.
"I don't see why you want to wear that!" Janice snapped, glaring at her twin sister.
Patty was sitting in front of the dresser, absently brushing her hair. She focused her eyes on Janice's reflection and shrugged her shoulders.
"It's cold outside. Your sweater's warmer than mine. You like the color of the other one better anyway," Patty said, hiding a smirk on her lips as she watched her sister's face redden.
No, she's not going to make me mad, Janice said to herself, clenching her fists against her sides and forcing a smile.
"But our initials, what do I do with a P on my sweater?" she asked, pointing to the letter neatly embroidered on the collar.
"It's perfect for you, Janice ... stands for purity," Patty said, giggling and throwing down her brush. She knew her sister was going out on a date tonight and she was dying to find out his name. The thought of Janice making out drove her simply wild with laughter. The switching of sweaters was a last-minute stroke of genius.
During the day Sam called her and said this Jack character would meet her behind the grandstand on the high school football field after eight, the same time Janice was supposed to meet her date in the general vicinity. Wouldn't it be fun if Janice were to take her place, to be dragged through the same horrors she was. Patty stopped brushing her hair for a moment, feeling a pang of remorse. Wouldn't it be going against her natural feelings as a sister to let something like that happen? Could Janice take it? Then she thought of all those tedious moral lectures her twin gave her, those disapproving looks over the dinner table that made even her tolerant mother suspicious. No, let the little prissy bitch suffer. She hit a tangle and yanked hard.
"Oh, if you only knew...."
Janice would love to see Patty's face turn green with envy, knowing she had a date with Mr. Davis tonight. At school he'd told her he'd be working late on some articles for the school paper. No one would be around except that drunken janitor reeling around in the basement. It would be perfect. Her mother had long since gotten as used to her studying and devotion to school activities as to Patty's running around like a princess in heat. Everything was going fine until this little kink. Well, let Patty have her way. The sooner she got out of this madhouse the better!
"Enjoy your date. I know you told mother one thing, but I know you're going out," Patty said, turning around and resting her head on both hands. She was flashing her a sarcastic smile, raising her eyebrows and narrowing her eyes. "Enjoy. Don't let him fuck you too hard."
"Ohhhhh!"
Janice stamped her feet, then turned and rushed down the stairs, her face still burning with embarrassment. It was as if Patty could read her mind. Was there something in the way she walked, in what she said that tipped off her sister? Oh, that Patty! She swore the girl could read minds.
"Don't stay there too late, dear," her mother called out from the kitchen. "You know I don't like you walking home late at night."
Janice slammed the door and stood on the porch for a moment. Sure, of course! Patty could carouse until all hours of the morning. But if she were late, God forbid!
Janice sauntered down the path and walked toward the school. She'd forget about Patty and her mother once she felt Jim's arms around her. Oh, the thought of being nestled against him, his cock snaking up into her cunt, drove her to walk more quickly down the narrow street.
The girl rubbed her upper arms briskly, adjusting her sister's sweater around her shoulders. The cool night air caressed her burning cheeks. Yes, tonight she was going to feel Jim Davis' cock reaming out her pussy, and the thought of it happening to her didn't make her blush or have any regrets. Janice had thought it all through, thought about what possible consequences there might be if they were discovered. It was worth it. She realized Patty had been right about one thing. Her sister at least knew how to live, how to enjoy herself with men. It had stunted her life up to now, but Janice was determined it wouldn't from now on.
Turning the corner, she saw the dark shape of the grandstand looming ahead. It looked so forbidding, the girl wanted for a second to turn back and run to the safety of her home. Then she thought of Mr. Davis and all her fears left her.
Crossing the street, Janice ran to the rear of the structure, stopping in front of the ticket booth where she said she'd meet him. It was so quiet, so eerie out there on the playing field with no one around. In the distance she could hear a dog barking. A soft breeze ruffled her hair, blowing it around her throat while the stars twinkled brilliantly overhead. Janice breathed heavily, growing impatient for Jim's arrival. Oh, she'd collapse into his arms and....
The sounds of footsteps slowly approaching, crushing down the grass behind her made Janice start. She smiled, closing her eyes and sighing with relief as she felt her pussy quiver. Her cuntwalls were warm and velvety, working against one another as she turned to meet her new lover.
"You!"
Her eyes widened as she stepped back and hugged her tits with both arms. It was Jack Hawkins! What was he doing here? She felt fear rising in her, clutching her chest as he stopped and put his hands on his big hips. The faint light around them illuminated his face. He was sneering at her.
"Come on. We ain't got all night. I had to cop the car from my old man. You'd better be as good as Hal and Sam say you are," he said, his eyes narrowing. When he stretched out one hand, Janice shrank away. What was he talking about? She looked at him with confusion, shaking her head from side to side. He was going to take her somewhere? Not on her life! And who were Sam and Hal? The girl began to think Jack had gone mad.
"Get away from me!" she hissed, her eyes searching the playing field desperately for Jim Davis. Surely he had to be around. He'd come and save her just as he did the day before.
"Playing the same game your sister did yesterday, eh? Like to play the shrinking virgin?" Jack said, chuckling as he lunged at her and grabbed her hard around the wrist.
Janice struggled, the sweater falling to the ground as jack twisted her arm up and around. A shock of pain shot up her arm into her shoulder, knocking the wind from her. She collapsed to the ground sobbing, gasping for air, trying to get enough oxygen in her lungs to scream.
"I dig this too," Jack confessed, backhanding her across the face.
Janice's head snapped back, her hair whipping across her tits while her arms shot apart and flailed wildly in the air. She pitched back, her ass hitting the ground first and sliding on the damp grass. Her legs folded over one another, her heels digging into the soft ground as she tried to protect her face from another attack.
"Stop! STOP!" she screamed, finally finding the energy and air to scream. The girl rolled over on her hands and knees and started scampering away like an animal, her tits bouncing on her upper chest. She was panting, panting like a dog while Jack pursued her hotly.
"Little cunt!" he muttered, his fingers just missing her flying hair as he slipped on the wet grass.
Janice felt like her feet had wings. Once more she'd get away from the maniac with a little luck. She stretched her arms in front of her as if that could help.
"OH!"
Janice slipped, crashing heavily to the ground. In an instant Jack was on top of her, his fingers curled around her wrists, pinning them to the ground while his knees dug painfully into her thighs. He was pushing her legs apart, breathing heavily on her face while she whimpered and tried to move away. It was impossible. She was trapped, trapped like some kind of helpless insect on a biologist's dissection slide.
"Gonna play tough, eh? Gonna try the same shit your fuckin' sister tried yesterday, eh?
"I'm Janice. I swear, Patty's...."
Janice didn't have a chance to explain further. Jack pulled his hand away from her arm quickly, too quickly for her to take advantage of that sudden freedom. She saw the closed fist arc high in the air, then come down toward her face. She screamed, or thought she did. Maybe it was simply an inner cry of horror. The fist struck her hard across the forehead, knocking her senseless.
Jack scooped her up off the ground, carrying her like a sack of dirt to his car. Janice didn't even have the strength to hold on, let alone escape. She felt herself being shoved into the back seat, heard the door slam, and felt the car rumble into action. At times she tried to fight through the cloud fuzzing over her mind. But it was futile. With a final gasp, the girl let herself sink into unconsciousness.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"I'm not Patty. I tell you I'm not Patty!" Janice screamed.
What did it take for these animals to understand? She had awakened in the middle of this nowhere hell, bound in this grotesque position with three strange men standing around her. And where in God's name did they get that awful dog? He was snapping and growling at her, making her flesh crawl. She didn't like the way his eyes studied her, the way they narrowed when she tried to move away from him. At times Janice was afraid he was going to tear away from the leather leash holding him to Jack and fall on her.
"The sweater, baby," Sam said, holding the garment up to her face.
Janice groaned. It was her sister's, the initial P indicting her as Patty. It was useless. They wouldn't believe her. They didn't want to believe her.
"Can't see why you're playing the prissy-ass tonight. Man, last night you couldn't get enough!"
"Last night ... ?"
It all fell together now! Patty, that secretive silly smile she wore while brushing her hair tonight, the use of her sweater. She knew what was going to happen. She and these men had something going up here, and for some reason she wanted Janice to sully herself as well.
"Please, let me go!" the girl cried out wildly, feeling the trap closing around her throat now.
What kind of outfit had they dressed her up in? She had been unconscious all through the trip, awakening now to find a leather-studded collar clamped tightly to her throat. Attached to the collar was a single strip that came down to a point just above her navel. There an iron ring hung from which two leather straps in either direction wrapped around her waist. Janice wasn't sure what device was behind her, but she could feel something metallic pressing against her spine and guessed a complementing ring was there. Straps lay against her back, going up to the rear of her collar and attached there. Keeping the device in place were two broad bands of polished black leather leading from the front ring, lying against the grooves separating her legs from her torso, then moving around the outer edges of her cuntlips to her ass and up to the second ring pressing against her spine.
It was a grotesque harness, one that made Janice shudder with horror. She was hanging from the ceiling, ropes attached to the harness top. Whenever the girl struggled, the leather pressed harder against her cuntlips. Strangely enough Janice felt ripples of pleasure in her pussy when the smooth bands worked against her cuntlips. The smooth, cool rubbing sensation of the leather against her moist pink cuntflesh produced wild feelings in her pussy. She was creaming, feeling droplets of juice oozing out of her slit and wetting down the straps.
"You can say anything you want here, baby," Sam said, passing the back of one hand over her cunt.
Janice grimaced, shuddering in her bonds as the feel of his hairy fingers made her pussy wink shut. Sam smiled, shaking his head slowly.
"Man, she's hotter tonight than she was yesterday," he muttered.
The girl whimpered, protesting all the way as two chairs were brought up to her. Sam dropped his trousers, exposing his long, thick eight-inch cock. Janice's eyes widened, her face blushing with shame. He exposed himself so casually, as if there were nothing in the world wrong with that terrible act.
Jack unzipped his pants and stepped onto the chair behind her, fingering her butt, then dropping to his knees and spreading apart her asscheeks while tonguing up and down her narrow, tight little crack.
Janice cried out, her shoulder blades jutting out while she arched her back and kicked her legs forward. A man was doing this terrible thing to her, a strange man! Even Jim hadn't tried something as foul, as kinky as that! She twisted her hips desperately, whimpering through her flared nostrils, begging them to stop. But Jack was so strong, his fingertips bruising her flesh while his tongue slopped up and down her buttcrack. Her asscheeks jiggled from the force of his grip, her butt thrashing while spit dribbled down her inner thighs. He was pressing the tip of his tongue against her asshole, growling like a dog woofing down dinner, tickling the surrounding flesh with his black moustache while sucking hard at her tiny shithole. It was so weird, so unnaturally strange to have a man tonguing her shit chute!
Sam was holding her around the chest, inching under her, directing his cockhead toward the center of her cunt.
"Let's get her at the same time," Jack growled. "Yeah, good idea," Sam agreed.
Janice's hair stood on end, her eyes widening as she stared in disbelief at the two men. Fuck her, both of them at the same time? No, no, that was unholy! She closed her eyes and let out a wail of despair, kicking her legs at Sam and nearly knocking him off the chair. The biker held on, slapping the girl twice and ending her futile attempt at struggling.
Janice tried pushing him away with her arms. Since the ropes holding her to the ceiling were attached around the harness, her hands were relatively free. But of course the men were far stronger than she, actually enjoying her fighting, saying they preferred a cunt with some spunk.
Soon Janice could feel two cocks probing along her body. She clenched her teeth, letting out a shivering moan while her body trembled as if someone were electrocuting her. She'd only been fucked once, and that was yesterday. God only knews how many times Patty had put out. She could take this sort of thing. But her ... ?
"STOP IT!" she screamed, jiggling on the ropes like a piece of meat in the wind.
Sam and Jack only laughed again at her pleas. Sam's muscular thighs pressed in close against the teenager's body. He was inching down, shoving his knees against hers while brushing his hot cockhead against her hairy cunt. Janice groaned, feeling the leather straps forcing her pussylips apart as she twisted helplessly on the ropes. The harness pinched her flesh cruelly around her ribcage and upper arms. Her spine seemed to curl while Sam was trying to fuck her in this standing position. At times she was certain he couldn't do this terrible thing to her. At other times it seemed so natural she wondered what was taking him so long.
Below them all the while the big German Shepherd was snapping and growling, having been tied to a large metal spike driven into one of the walls. No, she'd forget about him. She didn't even want to think of why they'd brought that thing in with them.
"OHHHHHH!"
Why was her body betraying her like this? Why was it letting her pussy fly out of control? Oh, she couldn't deny it. As he rose up in the chair, she felt her fat cuntlips inching back, peeling back. The crack was seeping with bubbles of thick, hot pussy oil, the rich female cream that was driving the men crazy. Janice tilted her head back, feeling her long hair sweeping over her shoulders. She felt his body pressing against hers, his chest rubbing against her bare tits, the hairs stimulating her nipples, making those dark red nubs throb in time with her pulsing cunt. She moaned like the bitch in heat she was, forgetting suddenly about her pride, the difference between her and Patty.
Yes, yes, she loved this! All thoughts about purity, about Mr. Davis evaporated now. Meat, cocks, hot, high-riding balls-that was what was filling her confused mind. Two men! Earlier the thought had filled her with terror and revulsion. And although the fear still remained, it was gradually being replaced by a growing curiosity and excitement. How could they do it, both of them, fuck her at the same time? Hanging there, twisting on the ropes, the leather straps biting into her white flesh, Janice wondered, knowing full well she was going to find out soon.
The thick, sensitive cockhead rubbed back and forth against her juicy slit. Soon it was slippery with her flowing pussy juice. She felt Sam's breath blowing hard against her throat and cheeks. He'd told her his name just as she awakened, speaking as if she'd known him for months.
The girl felt his cockhead jab at her cuntlips. Her swollen pussylips were forced apart finally by his red, bulbous knob.
"Man, she's tighter than last night," Sam grunted, holding onto her more firmly.
Janice wanted to tell them of course she was tighter. This wasn't Patty, the whore, they were fooling around with. But she kept silent, turning her head away, shutting her eyes and drinking in he wild sensations of men surrounding her, of feather caressing her flesh, of the feeling of the ropes yanking at the harness.
Janice sucked in her breath as she felt the thick bunk of meat push into her pussy. Her cunt tickled and tingled along the juicy length of long, hard cock. The moist tissues jiggled together. Sam stretched her pussy walls wide with his prick.
"Good?" he whispered hoarsely.
"Uhhhhh!" Janice moaned, feeling him slip deeper into her cunt.
"Get it into her," Jack whispered, still eating out her asshole.
Janice tilted back her ass, careful not to shove Sam out of her cunt. At that strange angle, the girl discovered his prick rubbed harder against her clit, something she needed and wanted desperately. At the same time she was giving Jack more of her butt-hole to eat.
The girl's cries of pleasure echoed in the quiet groom. It sent chills up and down the men's bodies and made the dog howl with frustration. Her pussy fitted so tightly around his cock that it seemed to be made for it. Inside her cunt, the slippery membranes were stretched apart to take in the throbbing eight inches of meat. At the top of her spread pussylips, her clit was sputtering. As Sam came to the end of his down stroke, his hairy crotch ground into the nerve-rich piece of flesh. Thrills ran through the girl's pussy and tits. Her cunt curled tightly around Sam's cock.
"Give it to her good, man, give it to her good," Jack said, stepping off the chair and examining the streaks of spit on her thighs. He unhitched his belt, looping it while holding onto the buckled end. While his buddy fucked Janice's cunt, Jack jerked his hand back, letting the belt unfurl and whistle through the air. In a flash the leather weapon sliced into the girl's butt, making her asscheeks wiggle and bounce while leaving a long red mark across both globes.
The blonde teen shrieked, her body snapping forward and screwing once more onto Sam's cock just as he was starting to pull back on an upstroke. The big biker laughed, telling her to be patient, that he'd fuck her. He wasn't going to leave her high and dry.
"No, no, no!"
Jack drew his big arm back, the belt folding over his shoulders. Snapping the weapon, he watched as the leather belt curled around one thigh, biting the flesh before slipping back to the floor. The slapping, cracking sound echoed in the small cabin, making the dog howl and whimper. He strained against the leash, his long pink tongue hanging from one corner of his mouth while he pinned his ears back and looked up hungrily at Janice.
Hal had been watching this scene for a while, and felt he had to become part of it. Moving between his brother and Janice, he shoved his head in, his tongue licking around the stretched edges of her sensitive pussy. Its rough surface raked along over the tensed flesh, then darted inside.
"Ah, ah," Sam panted as he felt his brother's tongue brush the underside of his cock. Without thinking, he shoved his hips forward, trying to get his cock back into Janice's cunt. His crotch ground down into Hal's head, pushing him into the girl's pussylips. "Man, don't do that. You ain't no fuckin' queer. Besides, you're gonna make me blow my load right now."
Hal backed away disappointedly, then figured out another way to satisfy himself. As soon as his head was out of the way, he heard the squish of his brother's prick sinking into her cunt again. He reached up and pulled on Janice's thighs. As he held her wide open, he heard Sam's cock slide in several times.
"Hey, if you wanna really make it wild, eat her cunt when I pull out. She oughtta go for that."
Janice groaned, staring with glazed eyes at the big man. Her body was on fire. She was doing things, thinking things that she shouldn't. Oh, if only she could control herself better! Instead she was juicing like a street whore, telling them to fuck her when she should have been screaming down the walls for help.
Hal didn't say anything, bracing his body between the girl's dangling legs and the chair Sam stood on. Behind them all, Jack was getting ready to fuck Janice in the ass. The girl pushed back, nearly drawing the big biker's prick out of her pussy.
"Now!" Sam said.
His throbbing cock sprang free, jerking hard several times before calming down. The dark-blue veins pulsed ominously against his stretched cockskin as he held it out of her pussy.
"NOOOOOO!" the girl cried, feeling suddenly so empty.
Janice grunted frantically as she felt the stretched tissues of her cunt being lapped by that rough, slippery tongue. She tried to snap her legs shut. But Hal kept his hands pressing against her thighs. He held her open, slopping his mouth in a licking attack. As she struggled between those three horny men, the girl felt her clit being teased by Hal's rough, lapping tongue. It was too much for her to stand. She tossed her head around, babbling incoherently, then finding enough will to form her groans, into words.
"Ohhhh, eat me! Oh, God, God in heaven, eat me good!"
"Shove it in her, man," Hal said, pulling back.
Sam fitted his bloated cockhead into her pulsing cunt crack and shoved down. His cock pushed into her cunthole again, forcing out more pussy juice to trickle down her thighs.
Janice cried out, begging for more, pumping her hips as best she could back and forth, forgetting about the leather cutting into her flesh.
"Do it!" she cried. "Do it. I need it so bad. Oh, God, fuck me, fuck, fuck fuck!"
Jack slipped his hands around her chest, pinching her tits, steadying himself now on the chair while guiding his cock to the tiny hole in the center of her butt crack.
"Gonna jam this thing into your butt," Sam growled.
"Oh, no, no, you'll kill me!" she gasped, her eyes widening again. They were going to fuck her at the same time, one in each hole! She'd be stuffed with cock, her body torn in two by those hard, hot pricks. She struggled wildly, jerking on the rope. The leather was wet with sweat, sliding up and down her flesh. Jack's cockhead pressed hard against her wrinkled shitter.
"Take it, baby! Take my cock up your fuckin' ass!" he grunted.
With that the big man hunched down and in. At first nothing happened. Janice's sphincter was too tight. She was terrified, tightening her butt, holding firm against that would-be intruder.
Then Jack slapped her ass several times with an open hand, tenderizing the meat as he said. About the third slap, the girl's ass muscles relaxed. With a squishing sound, his cockhead slipped into the tight ring of protective butthole muscles.
"AHHHHH, NOOOOOO!"
She was stuffed, filled to the hilt with cock! Sam was continually shoving his prick in and out of her cunt while Jack braced himself against her body and wormed more of his cock into her ass.
"Take it out! TAKE IT OUT!" she shrieked as the pain from her violated shitter radiated down both legs. It was as if someone were knifing her in the back.
Of course Jack ignored her, telling her she had to take him in the ass. She didn't have a choice. He worked his thighs in slow, grinding motions, screwing his cock into her butt. Finally it slipped farther and farther between her soft, spread asscheeks until nearly half of it was embedded in her shithole.
"Fuck me, baby, fuck me good," Sam said as the girl pitched forward in a wild attempt to move from the ass-fucking cock.
Jack kept pushing against her, his ass moving with hers as he kept his cock firmly embedded in her ass. Realizing there was nothing she could do to get away from his cock, the girl tried to force herself to relax. Come on, loosen up, Janice, relax or it'll kill you, she told herself, fighting down the pain. The teen concentrated on the fact that two cocks were slipping deeper and deeper into her body. After some time passed, Janice found that thought overpowering her initial fears and pain.
"That's it, baby. Man, Patty, you're just as hot as they said you were," Jack hissed, biting the back of her neck.
It was useless. They wouldn't believe she was Janice. Especially now that she was behaving like her recalcitrant sister. And for a while she could see why her sister behaved the way she did. At least Patty had some fun while she'd been holed up in school libraries.
CHAPTER NINE
Janice's ass strained backward, wiggling from side to side while Jack drove his cock into her shitter. The girl thought her body was coming apart. She had two pricks sawing in and out of her body. At times Hal would tell his brother to pull all the way out, then he would wedge himself between them and eat the girl out. Ohhh, what a delight it was to feel his tongue sanding across the slick rounded head of her clit! She nearly pissed on him from the sudden rush of sensation. All the while Jack's cock heated up her ass, making it feel like she were taking a long, spicy shit.
"Man, shit!" Sam cried, shutting his eyes and shaking violently.
"Hey, don't shoot off yet," Jack warned from behind, rolling both her nipples in his hands and pinching them until the teen yelped and squawked in pain.
"Tryin' to calm down," Sam panted, cementing his thighs to Janice's and keeping his prick buried in her cunt. "Don't move, you goddamned little slut. I know you dig feelin' my cock, but don't move!" he threatened.
Janice fought to keep still, her legs hanging limply while the leather harness pulled hard against her sides and ribcage. Hal moved carefully, sliding his tongue around the straining edges of her pussy, keeping it as far away from his brother's throbbing prick as he could. Below, the animal was prancing around frantically, yanking again and again at the strained leash, his ears pinned back, his tongue wet with spit.
"Okay, man, I gotta get outta her or I'll shoot. You take over for a while, brother," Sam said, slowly pulling out his cock.
When it sprang free, the big man turned and let his cock bounce in mid-air. Meanwhile Janice was groaning, feeling the elastic tissues of her cunt squeeze shut. Then there was the sensation of Hal's tongue as he stuck his mouth on her hairy pussy and started licking his way inside.
"Ahhhhhhh!"
Janice kicked her legs to either side of her body, her knees bending while she ran her fingers through Hal's thick black hair. The sensations racing through her pussy weren't to be believed! The girl jerked her hips back and forth, trying to move her cunt closer to Hal's teasing tongue. It was marvelous, feeling the light, tracing sensation of his wet tongue as it made her pussy muscles cramp. Then suddenly he shoved it all the way in, growling like a hungry dog, sucking like a leech at her gurgling slit while her cunt muscles grabbed greedily at that probing organ.
"She's gonna go, man. Get outta the way and let me get my cock back into her."
Hal dropped back while Sam spread her thighs roughly apart and slipped his cock back in. Janice was writhing about frantically, her mouth opened, letting out strangled cries of joy while her tits jabbed into Sam's chest. Her fists beat against him as her pussy wound up for a gigantic orgasm.
Sam loved feeling her go wild. She was throwing her hips against his, desperately hunching, doing everything she could to bring herself off. Janice was quickly learning the power of body, what she could do to increase the powerful' sensations coursing through her body. The teenager had yet to learn, however, how to hold back. "NOOOOOO!"
Janice's pussy trembled. She tried to catch that pumping cock. But Sam's strokes were too power-to be gripped by her greasy cunt walls any more.
Janice's hooked her arms around the biker's neck d sealed her mouth to his. He kissed her passionately, driving his tongue all the way back, rubber chin raw with his untrimmed black whiskers while his prick hammered again and again to her pussy.
"Fuck her, man, fuck her good! I'm gonna let go in a sec," Jack whispered hoarsely.
Janice felt his fingers scratch her asscheeks, and then slide up and grip her lower back hard. He was angled back, driving his crotch rhythmically against her jiggling ass. She felt his cock rushing through her bowels, turning her shitter into a fiery tunnel where strange spasms of white-hot ecstasy raced up to her clit and excited her even more. His Bathing was turning into strangled wheezing while he called her every name in the book. She felt is balls slapping against the undersides of her Ass cheeks. His legs pressed against the backs of s while the chair he stood on moved several inches across the cabin floor.
"Hurry!" Janice cried as she felt her ass and cunt threatening to rip apart.
"MAN!" Jack screamed, falling forward, grabbing hold of her ass and squeezing it hard while he felt the rich cum in his balls bubble up, spurt through his cock and spray out of his cockhead.
Janice's breath caught, her eyes bugging out while her ass filled with cum. It was felt like getting an enema, only this was a thousand times more enjoyable. She wriggled her butt excitedly, catching her breath again.
"Fuck, I'm gonna shoot!" Sam growled.
He hunched furiously, pushing against Janice's tortured body. He kept his prick embedded in her cunt to the hilt. His mouth moved down again onto hers. Their tongues speared at each other while their lips sucked together. Spit ran down their throats as they sucked and tongued one another. Janice couldn't believe this. Jack was still firing wads of jizz into her butt. Below her the dog was circling her feet, licking at her toes, growling wildly. Janice felt her throat start to throb in time to her clit and asshole. Her body was completely on fire, hunching out of control, fucking and being fucked.
"Make it, bitch, make it!" Sam cried.
He slapped her hard across the sides, then threw back his head and let out a yowl. Janice didn't have to be as experienced as Patty to know what was happening. Jets of cum shot through his cock, his balls trembling while they pumped out their heavy load. With each bubbling squirt, he jabbed his tongue into her ear. Janice felt the dam break. Strange hot flashes broke out all over her body, centering in her cunt. The whirling ball of sexual fire exploded in her belly, slipping down to her cunt and triggering her powerful orgasm.
"WAHHHHHH!" The teen squawked.
"Work it out, baby, make it," Sam encouraged.
He didn't have to say anything. Patty's cunt walls shook, clutched, then buckled against the big biker's thrusting cock. The throbbing grew stronger, harder, more violent until she knew she'd surely pass out if the intensity of her orgasm were to continue. The big man's cum burned the sides of her pussy like burning gasoline, that tremendous load increasing the heat of her cunt.
"FUUUUCCCCKKK!" the girl screamed.
Tremendous spasms shook the young teen's cunt, sending her floating away. She moaned, yelped and sighed as she wiggled between the two hairy bodies. At times the men nearly pitched off the chairs they stood on. Yet they recovered their balance, holding tightly onto the sandwiched, hanging young blonde.
Janice thought her orgasm went on for hours, though in truth it lasted a little over one minute. She felt violated in every pore of her body. There was nothing left of innocence in her as she was bounced from man to man. They had violated her in ways her mother never even spoke of. And yet was it all so bad? Janice didn't know. As she hung there, dangling from the ceiling in that leather harness while Jack and Sam finished dumping their loads into her, the blonde teen felt her lips curling into a faint smile. The powerful feelings in her pussy couldn't be all bad. The waves of satisfaction drifting through her body now, lapping gently at her slackening cunt, told her that.
"Too fuckin' much, baby, too fuckin' much!" Sam said, pulling his cock from her pussy and rubbing the slick head over her furry cuntlips. "You're hotter than before. I don't think I ever saw anything as hot as you."
Janice turned away, dropping her eyes to the floor. It was a compliment, she guessed. And she did feel a flush of pride. Was she better than Patty? It seemed so. And yet a wave of guilt washed over her now that her cunt had been satisfied for the moment.
"Yeah, she's better than half the whores we bring up here. Hey, Patty, you sure you ain't been practicin' on the streets?" Jack said, laughing as he yanked his cock out with one savage motion.
The girl screamed, feeling as if he'd pulled out assflesh with his cock. She jerked on the ropes, crying out as her shitter slowly shrank back to its normal size.
"Your turn now," Sam said to his brother with a smirk.
Hal looked at the blonde teen hanging from the ceiling. She didn't look particularly attractive now-blonde hair hanging stringily in front of her face, her arms limp at her sides, cum oozing from her furry red cunt while jizz seeped down from her asshole. The only sign of life was an occasional twitch of her fingers or toes.
Still the sight of Janice bound up in that leather contraption excited the young biker.
"I ain't gonna take her like that," he said. Sam shrugged, shoving his cock back into his faded Levi's.
"Take her anyway you fuckin' well like. Just don't let her go."
Hal climbed onto the front chair, reaching up and untying the figure-eight binding the harness to the overhead rope. He caught Janice as she started falling to the floor. The girl was aware only then that there'd be another act for her to perform. She felt Hal's strong arms fold around her chest like iron bands. No, no, she needed rest, sleep, relaxation from the last ordeal. Her pussy was so sore, and she didn't know if her asshole would ever be the same.
"Come on, baby, we're gonna fix it so you take care of my cock the way you took care of theirs," Hal muttered, carrying her to the other side of the room while Jack and Sam took some cans of beer from a paper sack and cooled down their throats.
Hal proved to be the most warped of the two brothers, although at first Janice would have never guessed that. He placed her on the floor, telling her to get on her hands and knees. While Jack and Sam watched curiously, Hal went into action, pulling both arms back and fastening them to the bottom straps of her harness. Propping one chair under her chin and telling the girl to rest her head against it, he first bent one leg, then the other, binding her ankles to her upper thighs.
It was almost impossible for Janice to keep her balance. Her back arched while she tried to shift her weight backward. Thank God for the chair! Resting her chin against it, she managed to keep somewhat upright.
"Nice, nice," Hal said, pulling off his belt and snapping the broad band of leather near her ears. He smiled, watching the girl flinch. It would be yet another beating, this time with the youngest brother!
As a prelude Hal spun around and snapped the weapon against the wall. Janice cried out, her eyes growing wide as she waited for the kiss of the belt against her flesh. Sweat made her body glisten under the lights as the belt whistled through the air. There was a moment of silence, followed by the sharp cracking of the leather as it tore into her asscheeks.
"AIYEEEEEEE!" the woman shrieked, her voice dry and choked, clattering off the walls. A white-hot fire burned the place on her butt where the belt had landed.
Hal grunted with satisfaction, rubbing his cock where it tented up his trousers. Then he jerked his arm back and let the belt fly forward again. Janice cried and yelped, her body twisting, her ass jiggling from the force of those terrible blows. She could swear he had already flayed an inch of flesh off her tortured asscheeks. And Hal was still going strong! Her back and shoulders were killing her in that unnatural position. Several times the girl tried jerking her legs down, pulling her ankles backward against the ropes binding them to her thighs.
"AHHHHHHH!"
Hal lashed the belt against the soles of her feet, making the flesh sting, bringing tears to her eyes that rolled down her flushed cheeks. Hal was growing more and more excited by what he was doing. He continued to rain more blows down on her ass while the girl flinched and writhed and yelped under the torture.
"Take it, take it!" Hal growled through his teeth.
"Hey, little brother, take it easy. You ain't gonna have nothin' left to fuck if you keep that up Sam said, nudging Jack in the ribs.
"Let the kid go. Man, she digs it. She likes gettin' it on like this. Look at her fuckin' cunt, man! She's juicin' all over again, and she just came with us," Jack said, pointing to the girl's pussy.
It was true! To her shame Janice had to agree with those two terrible men. The heat of that rear assault spread quickly through her ass, making her slit curl up in heat again. There seemed to be no end to her sexuality. The more she was satisfied, the more she wanted. Was she turning into some kind of nympho? Couldn't anything satisfy her? Would she always go through life, her skirt up to her waist, looking for larger and more brutish men to fuck her pussy?
The possibility of that terrible future made her sob loudly. Hal mistook her sorrow for a protest against the pain and flailed her harder. He was snarling like a wild animal. The sounds were harsh, loud, guttural, sounding. like those of the dog only a few feet away. She didn't think of the animal or of the man, only of her superheated cunt and the way it was winking shut every time the belt hit her ass.
Finally the blows stopped. She groaned, closing her eyes and breathing regularly through her nostrils. She was in a rut, a bitch in heat, something closer to an animal than a human.
"Still hot for the belt?"
Hal laughed, then threw down the weapon. He moved up, raising his foot and pressing the toe against the wet, dark red gash between her pussylips. Janice screamed as she felt the leather worming its way into her cunthole. He pressed in harder, squeezing out so much juice his boot looked as if it were polished with her pussy oil. Janice gasped and choked, feeling her pussy reach orgasm after orgasm. He kicked gently, twisting his foot, pressing the delicate folds and hollows of her slick cuntflesh with the toe of his boot, watching the girl cream under this brutal treatment.
"God help me!" Janice squealed.
"God ain't gonna come down here to help something like you," Hal said, kicking at her pussy.
Janice grunted, her chin sliding across the chair. The legs squeaked, then groaned as the chair shot out from under the helpless, bound teenager. She screamed, falling forward, striking her head on the floor. The change in angle made her back and shoulders ache. For a while Janice thought she had broken something. Hal moved toward Sam and Jack, and then returned with something in his hand. He had picked up something from a box, obviously a toy chest the brothers kept up there for visitors like her. Narrowing her eyes, Janice saw it was a large wooden dildo. When he flicked his thumb against base, tiny needles appeared near the handle.
"I always like to see what cunts like you can take," he muttered.
Janice shrieked, nearly fainting as she studied that terrible instrument of pain. This was too much! Patty never had to deal with this, Janice was sure. Surely her sister would have loped home like a war veteran if this had happened to her. The men had probably been planning something like this for her promiscuous sister for a while. And she was reaping the benefits of her sister's playing around.
"Oh, don't ... please don't. You'll kill me with that thing," she whispered, her throat growing dry and tight.
And yet under the feelings of fear and revulsion were those disturbing rumblings of excitement. Her tits were swollen, the nipples becoming rock hard. Spasms in her cunt once more made her belly turn over while her flesh crawled. The tightly curled thicket of cunt hair glistened again with juice, becoming slicked against her puckered pussyhole.
"No, no, no!" she bleated, tugging wildly at the ropes binding her wrists to the leather harness and her ankles to her upper legs. She turned her head to one side as Hal moved behind her, desperately trying to see what he was going to do next.
Janice's clit tingled and itched, surging with passion while she jerked her hips as much as she could. Her eyes widened as the girl stared at the dildo. Sweat trickled down from her forehead as she bawled for mercy. She tore her wrists and ankles against the ropes while Hal held the massive dildo in both hands, aiming the cockhead right for the center of her juicy slit.
He bent slowly, aiming the weapon at her seeping cunthole. The girl tensed, waiting for the touch of that thing with those awful needles at the base. This would be the end of her cunt, she was sure of it. They were going to tear her to pieces and laugh at her as sh ebled to death in front of them. They were getting back at Patty for all the cock-teasing she did at school. She heard Jack and Sam say something about that as Hal was beating her. Oh, what a terrible thing it was to pay for her sister's crimes!
"AHHHHHHHH!"
Janice's shoulders slammed against the floor, her hips rising as the dildo slid in. Her thighs rippled while her butt muscles tightened. More cunt-juice bubbled out of her hole, slicking down her hair as the weapon advanced slowly.
The girl choked and gagged as the dildo twisted deeper and deeper into her seething cunt. The girl twisted her hips as best she could, actually dragging in more of the terrible wooden cylinder.
Hal growled, his eyes becoming wide and glazed as Janice whipped her hips with a greater ferocity than before. The dildo gouged her snug cunt-muscles. She felt the brisk in-and-out stroking of the wooden cock all along the length of her pussy.
Yes, yes! As foul as it was to think, Janice was loving it, embracing this inanimate lover as she'd embraced Sam earlier. Oh, what a slut she was turning into! And how she loved it!
CHAPTER TEN
Hal growled, his eyes glazing over, his flesh glistening as he watched the wild spasms his dildo produced in the helpless teenager. Janice felt sexual need and hunger tearing her apart. It was only a wooden thing, a false cock, something that wasn't attached to a man. But she didn't care. Her pussy was hot, needing satisfaction, clamping down hard on the strange invader.
Janice whipped her hips from side to side, growling as ferociously as Hal. The dildo gouged her snug cunt muscles. She felt the fast in-and-out stroking of the dildo all the way inside her pussy. Her clit stung and tingled with delight. Then the wooden cock scraped against her itchy, achy clit, and Janice saw a wild light show. Whirls of red and black and yellow exploded in front of her eyes as waves of lewd delight rushed through her cunt. The surrounding muscles were flexing, contracting and relaxing, sucking in air, sucking the dildo deeper into her cunt. What a wild thing this all was! When it came, the orgasm would be the most wild thing of her young life.
Hal changed tactics, corkscrewing the dildo, reaming out her pussy with the hefty rod. The squishing, gurgling sounds it made now as it trenched out her cunt excited the two of them even more. With a rough twist of the weapon, the biker crushed her clit, forcing her to rocket up to orgasm.
"EEEHHHHH! WAWWWWWHHHHH!"
Janice wanted to cut loose, to feel her climax tear through her cunt and slice into her clit. But Hal had other plans for her. Quickly he moved the dildo out of range of her clit, slipping it in and out, watching with interest as the girl wagged her ass as best she could, begging for him to rape her again with that thing.
"Fuck me, fuck me!" she screamed. Janice retched, throwing her shoulders forward, then snapping back while her big tits rolled, danced and collided. They made wet soft slapping sounds as the hard rippled ends brushed the dirty floor. The thick tips ached and pulsed, the spasms echoing in her belly and cunt. Janice wanted Hal, wanted him more than she wanted Jim Davis or any other man in the world.
The biker knew this and purposely prolonged touching her with his cock. He whipped the dildo now in corkscrewing arcs, rapidly teasing her muscles up to spasming. With each merciless attack, her clit grated against those terrible needles studding the dildo. The resulting pain and pleasure made her cunt tense, quiver, teeter on the brink of orgasm.
"No, no, no!"
Janice felt Hal puffing the wooden cock back, flicking at her clit, then jamming the dildo forward. She gagged, fighting for air, feeling finally the wild release of an orgasm that knocked her to the ground. Juice oozed from her cunt, dripping over her fur-fringed pussylips and clotting her cunt hairs.
The blonde wept softly, worn down to a frazzle. She felt temporarily exhausted, depleted of any fight, nearly of any life. But Hal was just getting started. His cock was still inside his Levi's, pressing hard, against his trousers. The biker reached down, moved the dildo around a little to stimulate her pussy, making sure some of the needles tore at her cuntflesh. Janice's moans told him she was still conscious and, more than that, ready to go on with his sex show.
"Okay, now you're gonna take care of me the way I took care of you," Hal said, unzipping his trousers and shoving them down to his ankles. "Hey Sam, Jack, how about the pooch?"
Jack wrinkled up his forehead, giving his buddy a quizzical look.
"What about him? I just brought him along for the ride. My old man doesn't like him around the house when I'm gone. Says he shits on the rug," Jack said, taking another swig of beer.
"Would he like a little pussy? How's about some good hot cunt?" Hal said, moving around to Janice's head and grabbing a fistful of her blonde hair. He curled several strands around his prick, jacking off with them, watching the words sink in-to her brain.
"What?" she gasped. No, they were only teasing her, trying to terrify her even more. She rolled her eyes up to Hal and studied his expression. God, how her legs hurt! Her entire body was sore, bent over in this obscene way.
"You heard me, baby. You're for the fuckin' dogs, and we're gonna make sure the pooch has somethin' like we all did."
"No, no, I can't!" Janice shrieked, her face draining to white. It was impossible. This had to be the lowest thing they could do to her! No one would force another human being to have sex with an animal!
"Bring the mutt over here," Hal said, holding Janice's head up by the chin. He pressed in hard just below her lower jaw, forcing her mouth open.
"No, please. NO!"
"Shaddup!" he growled, hunching forward. Janice gurgled, the fat cock slipping halfway into her mouth before he stopped.
"You'd better give damned good head, baby, or I'll make sure that fuckin' mutt tears the shit outta you," Hal threatened.
The blonde was dizzy with fright, not daring to do a thing to make Hal angry. She tightened her lips around his cock, sucking hard, moving her tongue back and forth against the sensitive under-side of his cock. The big biker closed his eyes and let out a sigh. Spit frothed from the corners of her mouth, dribbling down her chin as she tasted his jizz.
Jack had moved the dog. He scratched behind the dog's ears while he smiled at the German shepherd's excitement. Janice's head bobbed back and forth, her lips tightening around the jerking cock. Hal told her to suck harder. They watched her cheeks puff out each time his cock head brushed over her teeth. The muscles in her arms and legs started to quiver from the abnormal position they'd bound her in. It was impossible for her to find a comfortable position. And now they were bringing this animal up to her too. What were they going to make him do to her?
Hal stopped pumping his rock-hard cock in and out of her mouth for a second, curiously watching his brother and buddy working behind the blonde. They were coaxing the dog to move forward, stroking the flat underside of his belly, pushing him up to Janice's tense ass.
The girl could feel the dog's breath against her asscheeks. She moaned loudly, drawing her head back in an attempt to spit out that prick and shout.
But the biker held her tight, drawing her face back to his groin. She felt the wiry cockhairs tickling her nostrils, felt his balls nestling up against her chin while his cockhead rammed the back of her throat, coating her mouth with pre-cum.
"Come on, boy, come on, Shep, get her," Jack encouraged.
Janice panicked, hearing the dog's paws pad across the floor. She remembered how he looked. A good part of him was wolf, she guessed. Would he tear her to pieces, rip out her throat to the amusement of her tormentors? She shuddered to think of what might happen. Shep closed in on her, nipping at her ankle. That slight touch of his wet teeth on her flesh made the girl jerk, ramming her forehead against Hal's belly. The young man laughed, clamping his hands down harder on the sides of her head.
"She's hot, boys, real hot. That dog's cock is gonna burn right off when he sinks it in," Hal said.
As if he could understand the biker, Shep moved back, tilting his head back and letting his long pink tongue slip out. He growled, loud enough for all of them to hear. The sound sent chills rushing up and down Janice's bowed spine. She chilled and closed her eyes when she felt him starting to lick her. First he slopped that big rough tongue up and down her thighs, staring curiously at the way her legs had been doubled over and bound.
But the smell of her aroused pussy drew his attention after he stared at her curious position. Janice felt her cunt start to ache and pulse with arousal. Oh, it was so sore from all the beating and wild fucking! She would have thought she had enough. But the moment Shep started in on her cunt, it happened all over again. Soon she was moaning, sucking in air through her nostrils because her mouth was still filled with cock. Her nipples ached. She wished someone would reach down and pinch her tit tits. Oh, how that made her cunt clamp down shut, cramp with lewdness!
The animal started licking up her furry pussy. For a second the girl thought she might be losing her mind. The hanging, the belting, the double fucking, and now this-it was all so grotesque, something she would have gagged at just reading about. And yet she'd been a part of it, actually excited by it! There must be something in their family, some strain of perversion her mother had never dared tell her and her sister about. It made Janice wonder for a moment just how pure and moral her mother was.
The dog growled, sticking his tongue into her pussy and gouging the insides of her cunt with its tip. It was as if someone had set fire to her slit! Janice moaned, blowing out air through her mouth while feeling her pussy muscles go crazy with spasms. They fluttered, gently milking and kissing the dog's probing tongue as it sloshed around her seeping cuntwalls. When it brushed against her clit, Janice thought she'd faint.
Then he backed away, teasing her, sliding his tongue along the insides of her stretched thighs again. She cramped her toes, feeling her hair stand on end. Why was this so devastating? It was wicked, perverted, sick by any standard used by society!
"Oh, baby, twist that fuckin' tongue around! Ohhhh, yeahhhhhh, like that!" Hal was going crazy, punching her face with his groin, sifting his hips from side to side. More spit bubbled from the corners of her mouth, wetting down his cock hairs and balls. He didn't want to come, not just yet. He had an idea what Shep was going to do and wanted to have his cock in her mouth when it happened. "Ummmmmffffff!"
Shep seemed to go crazy, aroused more than ever. He gouged his claws against the backs of her doubled-up legs and stuck his snout up and down against the slick folds. She knew her hot cunt juice was wetting down the German shepherd's fur. His pink tongue lolled sloppily over her pussy, parting the hot swollen cleft, swatting her clit again and again until Janice was close to climax.
The excruciating tickle she was so familiar with by now was growing worse. Coming ... coming with a goddamned dog! She couldn't believe it. The thought made her head spin like a carousel. Her mind was overloaded with the lewd, lusty rub Shep's tongue. Fucking, fucking with anyone, anything. Yes, that was all that was good in the world. That thought beat against her confused kind over and over as the German shepherd got ready to mount her.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Come on, boy, come on," Jack said, backing away after Shep wheeled around and snapped at his master's fingers.
"Hey, man, he's got his own schedule," Sam warned, smiling grimly down at the animal, then moving his eyes over to the girl's bouncing, spit-slicked white ass. He licked his chops, feeling his cock growing hard against his Levi's. Shit, he was so fuckin' horny even now he could screw her butt. But the animal had first dibs on it.
Janice felt more and more cum seeping from Hal's pissslit, coating her cheeks, her tongue, the back of her throat. Behind her Shep had lurched forward again and started eating at her cunt with a wild appetite. He nosed up, moving his furry snout up and down her slit. He forced her pussylips apart, stretching the mouth of her cunt. She could hear him whining, as if he wanted to shove all of his snout into her pussy. The short, stubby fur around his lips tickled her cunt, brushed against her clit, made her groan and wiggle her butt more frantically. It was nice to feel something like that in her!
Shep growled and let his teeth nip along the puffed outer edges of her cunt. The feeling was wild. It hurt her a little, making her close her mouth instinctively against Hal's prick, although she was careful not to bite him. Janice remembered the warning he'd given her about sinking her teeth into his cock. She had no doubts he'd beat the shit out of her if she hurt him.
"MMMMMMM!"
Janice worked her fingers around, clawing at her own back while the leather harness bit savagely into her ribcage and upper chest. Sweat made the material squeak over her flesh. She tried to hump back hard, giving more of her moist cunt for the dog to slop over. Sam and Jack smiled as they saw the dog's neck hairs stand on end. He was going to fuck her soon. They knew this from past performances.
"Shit, man, shit!" Hal growled, throwing all his eight inches of cock into her mouth and holding it there. He snapped his head back, his body shuddering while his fingers worked nervously over the back of Janice's skull. He was close, really close to shooting off. The blonde teen felt his cock jerking up and down the insides of her cheeks, juicing more and more, making her swallow the salty, bleachy stuff until she nearly gagged from the overload.
"Man, go for it!" Sam encouraged.
Shep was still lapping at her convulsing cuntslit. Janice thanked God for that. Her body was responding so savagely to the licking friction that she wondered what would happen if the animal mounted her. Fucked by a dog! Again the picture of her being covered by that German shepherd, actually mounted by him, having his knobby cock drill into her fuck slot terrified and sickened her-and yet excited her at the same time. Several times, of course, Janice had seen animal's mounting one another in front of her home. Patty had laughed, pointing out how stupid they looked stumbling over the pavement, their hard red cocks out while some bitch in heat played court to half the dogs in the neighborhood.
"Get out!" her mother would scream, kicking open the screen door and chasing off the fucking animals with a broom in her hand. How silly all that seemed now. Both she and Patty had laughed over her mother's outraged morality-one of the few things she and her sister agreed on.
"OOHHHHH!"
The dog was trying something strange now, closing both jaws over her swollen cunt and trying to shake it. Of course in her bent-over position, it was impossible for the animal to grab hold of it. Janice shivered, thinking what would have happened if she'd been flat on her back, her legs peeled apart with her pussy swollen open in front f him.
"Go for it, man!" Sam encouraged again.
This time the dog apparently listened to him. She felt paws scratching tentatively at her ass. Janice heard the growls change to high-pitched whimpers and whines that came through his nose. Yes, he as going to make it with her now, actually fuck her. The girl's mind froze with fear while her legs and arms cramped from the incredible tension.
"Man, he's gonna fuck her!" Jack cried, slapping his thighs with delight.
Janice howled, her moans cut short when Hal Started pummeling her mouth again with his cock. There was a sudden increase of weight on her butt and back while more scratching sensations raked her ass and sides. She had her back bowed down, her ass thrust out to make the angle easier for the dog to fuck her. Easier? Did she know what would be easy and what would be difficult when it came to fucking a dog? Janice nearly laughed.
A thrill filled her chest, tightening the muscles around her heart and lungs while her throat constricted. Something very, very hot and hard and slick was brushing against her thighs, edging down her asscrack toward her pussy. Yes, it was his cock, his knobby boner searching for her cuntslit. Janice wriggled her ass obscenely, giving in to her lusts. Fucking! Yes, fucking! How good it would feel having something hard and hot inside again.
"Man, fuck it on out, baby, let that mutt fuck the shit outta you while I fill your goddamned mouth with cum," Hal groaned, his back arching back while his thick-muscled legs shook with sexual tension. Sweat made his bearded face glisten.
Janice felt Shep driving his ass under, tucking it sharply in the instinctive movements of fucking. The girl closed her eyes and thought of how they must look-a German shepherd draped over her crouched body, his forelegs wrapped securely around her upper chest while his hindquarters pranced nervously around her doubled-up legs.
Then it was happening! She could feel the angry red tip of the dog's prick gouging along the seeping heat of her cunt. A flash of fear and shame and guilt shot through her mind. Her excitement was at the keenest pitch ever. Could she go this far? Did she really have any choice? Physically she was trapped. But could Janice let her mind accept something like this, actually relish it?
"MMMMMFMMFMFF!"
It was done. She sobbed, tears running down her cheeks as the animal's cock slipped into her cunt. He hunched forward, sliding the first few bumps into her sucking pussy.
"Man, he's in her!" Sam shouted, throwing back his head and laughing loudly.
Hal groaned; looking heavy-lidded down at the fucked blonde teenager. He was on the brink of shooting into her mouth. And the sight of the attractive young girl bound in leather, her legs tied in that grotesque position and her body half covered by the fucking animal was just too much for him. With a howl Hal felt the jizz boil up from his balls, shoot through his prick and spray out like liquid fire from his cockhead.
"AHHHHHHHHH!" Janice groaned, coughing and gagging as she tried to swallow as much cum as she could. A mixture of jizz and spit sprayed out of her mouth while Hal held Janice as tightly as he could.
The girl screamed into his groin as another large knot slipped past her tense, eager cuntlips and I started brushing against the slick folds of her pussy. The animal was all the way inside her now.
She felt his short fur tickling her cuntlips, felt his legs pressing against hers. He wasted no time, pumping fast, drilling her hole with his knobby prick.
The men watched, laughing at the girl while Hal finished dumping his load of spunk down her throat. He bent his knees, working his cock around and around in rotary motion to get the maximum amount of friction. When he finished, the big young biker pulled out, grinning from ear to ear while Janice spat out what she had in her mouth.
"OH, OHHHHH!" she cried, falling forward and nearly pulling free from the dog. It was impossible for her to remain upright. Her muscles had cramped, given way to the strain of the day. She was exhausted. They could take her to some lake and drown her for all she cared. But still her pussy burned, catching fire with the animal's cock ramming ahead full speed.
"Fuck 'er good, boy, fuck 'er good," Jack said, rubbing his cock through his pants.
The German shepherd's howls bounced off the room while the slick sucking sounds of his prick made the men shiver with arousal. They each wanted to fuck Janice afterward, and at the same time knew they wouldn't want to touch something that had been contaminated by that animal.
All sorts of thoughts rushed through Janice's mind as the knobby cock excited every square inch of her pussy. Each little hard, slick knob on Shep's cock acted like a separate stimulant, tickling the frayed nerve endings of her pussy. Twice she felt her cunt muscles snap shut, trapping the dog's cock for an instant until they relaxed and went soft again.
Shep started fucking harder, his forelegs tightening around her chest. Then with a yelping howl, the dog cut loose, spraying his load fast and hard into Janice's cunt. Her eyes bugged out as an unholy climax roared over her with the force of an out of control freight train. She cried out, her body and mind exploding while doggie-jizz spattered into her pussy. With another shout Janice felt a cloud of blackness descend over her. The last thing she remembered was her own scream before she collapsed completely on the floor.
The blonde teen remembered little from that point on. She didn't feel them untie her, bathe her roughly from the water of a rain barrel, nor feel them dress her and shove her back into the car. Somewhere along the way back to the school, Janice came to, opening her eyes and staring at the passing scene. From the number of streetlights, she knew they were back in town. It was all over. She groaned, closing her eyes, wondering if she'd ever be the same again.
"Here," Jack whispered, pointing to the grand-stands. There were several police cars nearby. They slowed, moving past the group of officers until they were closer to the main building. "Now, get out, Patty. We'll get back to you later maybe. Don't know if we wanna fuck someone else's girl ... you know, the pooch."
She stumbled from the car, gathering the sweater around her shoulders, ignoring the derisive laughter behind her. Turning around, the girl headed like a zombie for the police cars as Jack and his friends roared off. Patty! Yes, she was as bad as her twin sister. Could she ever let her know what happened?
Janice could still feel the dog's paws on her legs. And how they hurt! That odd position they'd put her in, the belting they'd given her, everything had taken the strength from her. It was only with the greatest will she pushed one foot in front of the other. She had to lie, to come up with some kind of story. She didn't want anyone to even suspect what had happened. Mr. Davis had obviously called the police.
"Janice!"
It was the instructor, shading his eyes from the glaring patrol car lights and recognizing her coming across the playing field. How good he looked, and how she wanted to cry. But there were people around. Besides, Mr. Davis could never know what happened.
"I called the police when you didn't show," he whispered, looking nervously around after she ran up to him.
"I-I'm okay," she stammered, lowering her eyes. It would be weeks before she could see him again. The marks all over her body, the scars on her mind, everything would take time to heal, if it lever did.
"What happened?" he asked after dismissing the officers.
"Don't tell anyone," she whispered, moving away from him. "Jack ... that boy tried to rape me again. I had to run away. That's why I'm so shaky. I guess I've just been wandering around all this time."
Janice had to sit down. She steadied herself against a bench and lowered her ass to the hard wood. She couldn't look at Jim in the eye. Not yet.
"Damned kid. I'll call the cops and...."
"No, don't!" she almost screamed, jumping up and holding the instructor tight around the shoulders. "He's not going to try anything. I hurt him, I really hurt him, kicking him ... there," she said, running her hands over his groin.
Jim sucked in a breath at her light touch, then smiled.
"You sure you're okay?" Jim asked, calming down a little.
"Yes. I just need a little rest. Later, maybe later," Janice said, knowing what was on his mind.
Oh, she sounded so grown-up telling him that, controlling him like that!
"At least let me drive you home. It's late," Jim said, glancing at his watch.
Home, yes, home. She'd shake Patty awake, slap her around a little and tell her what happened. Maybe this time her sister wouldn't laugh at her. Now she had control. She had spiced up Patty's reputation in a way the other girl might not like. Maybe this way they'd have a truce, get something both of them wanted-lots of good, hot, hard cock in ways that would shock her mother if she ever found out. And Jim? Maybe he had a few tricks up his sleeve. The way he stared at her now made her wonder if there weren't some lengths of rope and chain around in his desk drawer or his home.
"I'll call you in a few days," Jim said, slamming her door and moving around to his side of the car.
Yes, that should be fine, Patty thought as she settled down into the soft seat and smiled dreamily.
