Who can honestly judge a person's reactions when placed in a high stress or radical situation? The prisoner of war who gives in to his captor's demands, the kidnapped heiress who joins forces with her abductors - both must act without past experience to guide them. The end result can be either a very negative or a positive experience...
BRIDE IN BONDAGE, newlywed Amy Wallace finds herself in just such a situation. Held captive by mad bikers, then degraded and forced to perform what she considers perverse sex acts, she nonetheless finds within herself hidden resources, a strength of character she never realized she had.
Amy Wallace suffers through an unspeakably horrible experience, but she comes through with her sensibilities intact, knowing she is more of a woman.
--The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Amy Wallace touched the peach-colored fuzz that surrounded her puckered, virgin pussy. Slowly, she lifted her hips and ran the tip of her pink tongue over her pert, bottom lip.
"I . . . I'm ready, Brian," she called to her husband.
She had insisted that he wait in the bathroom of the hotel while she prepared herself for the most important night of her life. And now she was ready for him.
The lavender-tinted gown was so diaphanous as to be almost invisible. The material swept over her body like hazy clouds, accentuating, rather than hiding her upturned, ripened tits, her pink nipples, her tiny waist and long, shapely legs. Red-gold hair cascaded over her shoulders, highlighting the emerald- green color of her large, oval-shaped eyes.
She had splashed her body liberally with Joy, the most expensive perfume she owned.
"Wow!" Brian said softly as he moved into the room, his eyes on the soft angles of her body. "I... I guess you were worth waiting for," he added, swallowing hard.
It hadn't been easy, Amy knew. Brian was the handsomest, sexiest person she'd ever known. And the first time she saw his giant, hulking frame, the hard, bulging muscles, the shock of blue-black hair that framed his angular face, her insides had melted to butter.
At nineteen, she knew she was really too young to marry, but after two months of denying him-and herself-his eyes had started to wander. So, against her father's wishes-he had wanted a big church wedding for his little girl-they had fled in the night and were married by a justice of the peace. Installed in the nearest hotel, she was now ready for him.
"Oh, Brian, I love you," she murmured, feeling like a princess in a fairy tale.
"Amy," her husband of less than an hour said, the one word expressing his feelings.
He sat gingerly on the edge of the bed and reached for her tits. Slowly, he eased his upper body down and kissed her tenderly on the mouth. As their tongues intertwined like mating snakes, he pulled at the gown, feeling the soft, yielding flesh of her tits.
His mouth moved from hers, to the hollow of her throat, then to the twin mounds of her tits. Tenderly, he took the pink nipples between his lips and drew them across the roof of his mouth.
"Ohhhhh," Amy groaned, reaching for his arms, squeezing her nails into the taut muscles. "I... I want you so bad."
Brian could have easily fucked her right then, stabbed his rock-hard cock violently between her silky thighs, but she seemed so fragile, so delicate. He would have to go slow and easy.
He rolled over on top of her small body and worked his knees between her legs. He then ran his large, rough hands over the sides of her tits and lapped his tongue into the warm, satiny valley. Leaving her tits damp with his spit, he worked his way to her stomach, and then felt her soft cunt hair tickle his chin.
Amy was electrified with pleasure as she lay back, her eyes closed. Suddenly, she gasped, feeling the warmth of his mouth on her pussy.
"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice trembling.
"Gonna lick out this sweet, virgin pussy before I blow it apart," Brian said huskily.
Reality seemed to engulf her body like a wet fog. She had refused to look at his cock, even as he stood before her fully naked. Soon his prick would be inside her, ripping her apart. She shivered with fear, wondering if, perhaps, she should have waited a little longer.
That flower she had guarded so desperately would be a bloody pulp. The very idea caused her throat to constrict. It still wasn't too late to ask him to stop, to give her more time to think about fucking.
"Hot and sweet," she heard him murmur, his voice rippling into her body like an echo. "Mmmmm, baby, I could chew your pussy up and swallow it."
He placed his thumbs on the sides of her swollen cunt mound and gently pulled back the loose folds of skin. As the pink, oozing insides of her pussy became visible, he lapped his tongue deeply inside. Her cunt was so tiny, so beautifully hot. Her pussy would hug his prick like nothing else had. He felt his balls throb, his cum-load boil painfully.
When his tongue entered her, Amy flinched, her terror growing. Sure, his tongue felt good, better than anything she'd ever experienced, but the thought of his... thing going into her, tearing through that precious membrane, filled her mouth with the taste of fear.
"Oh, baby, you like it?" Brian asked, flickering the tip of his tongue over her smooth, spasming cunt walls. "Am I doing it good?"
Amy bit her lip, refusing to answer. What could she tell him? Yes, it was good, but would he understand that she wanted him to stop? She just couldn't go through with fucking him!
A sudden swelling inside her cunt caused her to scream. His tongue was working like a snake, his teeth scraping over her clit. She fought the feeling, but ecstasy swept into her body like a thundering tide. It built dramatically, moving into her guts like exploring fingers. Almost as quickly, the sensations melted to a dull throb. She had denied herself a climax, winning a sweet victory. At least, if he wasn't going to climax, she wouldn't either.
"Ready?" Brian asked, licking through the wet, red hairs of her pussy. "Hmmmmm, baby? Your first big cock?"
"No!" Amy screamed, recoiling. "I'm sorry, Brian, but I... I can't!
"Can't what?" her husband asked, a shocked expression on his face.
"I'm sorry I just..." she said quickly, then looked at his middle. "Oh, God, no!" she panted.
His cock was a monster! His prick looked like some horrible animal of prey, about a foot long and as big around as her wrist. Thick, snake-like veins formed a network around the shaft, loose foreskin hid the bottom half of the purple head. The tiny cum-hole was glistening, leaking. And underneath were two massive balls, covered with wiry, black hair.
"What's the matter?" Brian asked, watching her wide-eyed fear. "I don't understand."
"I can't do it," Amy said, squirming off the bed and reaching for her robe. "I... I just can't!"
Brian was silent for a long while, his eyes still on hers. He tried to remain calm, but anger surged in him wildly.
"When can you?" he asked at last, saying the words carefully, slowly.
"I don't know," Amy said. "It's just that I..."
"You want to be married, but hold onto your sweet virginity?" he interrupted sarcastically
"I need more time to think," she said, shooting a desperate look about the room.
"You've had months to think about it," Brian said, shaking his head.
"I'm sorry," she said weakly. Again, she looked at his gigantic cock and flinched. "I... I can't.''
"I ought to throw you on that bed and fuck the living shit out of you," Brian said, measuring his words. "What would you think about that, you cocksucking tease?"
"You bastard!" Amy cried out, anger flooding her mind. How could anyone be so insensitive? "Get out! I hate you!"
"That's my next trick," Brian said, holding back his fury. He grabbed his clothes and dressed quickly, his heart thundering wildly. "Fucking cunt!" he said under his breath as he buttoned his shirt.
"Where are you going?" Amy asked when he opened the door.
"Out," he said. "To find myself a real piece of ass. Not some chrome-plated, frigid bitch like you."
Before she could react, she was alone in the room, her wide eyes watching the closing door.
He'll be back, she thought. And when he returned, she would demand an apology. Then they could sit down like normal adults and discuss this. He would just have to give her more time, that was all. Surely, he could understand that.
After all, they weren't animals, cats on a fence.
She positioned herself on the bed and waited for the doorknob to turn. She was prepared to give him an understanding smile, then they could have an adult conversation.
Suddenly, she thought of his cock. God, his prick was huge! The very idea of that thing tearing into her virgin pussy filled her with new terror.
Yes, she would need lots of time to think about that!
She spread her legs and dropped her hands to her furry patch of cunt hair. Slowly, she eased her fingers into the crack and ran her nails over the button-like clit. Soon, she was enjoying the pleasure she always had. The feeling wasn't as intense as when he'd licked her pussy with his tongue, but it would do.
She remembered the feel of his mouth moving over her cunt, rocking her with pleasure. Oh yes, that was nice, very nice.
After the delicate ecstasy of her climax melted, she snuggled up close to the pillow. It was still warm from his body.
"He'll be back soon," she said softly, closing her eyes. "He loves me and..."
She drifted to sleep, a smile of victory on her lips.
* * * * *
The following morning, she heard the door open, then the padding of feet.
He had come back! Just as she knew he would.
Well, I certainly won't give in too easily, she thought as she kept her eyes closed, feigning sleep. Let him stew a little, realize that she wasn't some tramp you could... well, do that to. And if he were really nice, she might even let him kiss her cunt again.
A shadow fell across her form, a large, hulking shape.
"Get a load of this little cunt," a rough voice she didn't recognize said, his tone flat.
"Wha-" Amy gasped, her eyes fluttering open, every muscle in her body tightening.
"Hello, baby," the man said, sitting down on the bed and grabbing her shoulders. "Looks like I'm about to get myself a sweet piece of tail to start the day."
From behind him-out of sight from Amy-another deep voice cut in. The laugh was lewd and evil.
"What are you doing in here!" Amy demanded, pulling the sheets over her bare tits. "I'll call the police if you..."
The next second seemed to take a lifetime for Amy. She saw the cruel smile on the man's handsome face and saw the long, meaty arm raise quickly, then sweep toward her face. His palm-gritty and greasy-came closer, closer.
Her head seemed to explode as he hit her savagely across the cheek. And then he was on top of her, his heavy weight squeezing the air from her lungs.
"You're gonna call on God before I'm finished with you, baby!" the man said, biting down on her mouth like a striking snake.
CHAPTER TWO
Amy struggled beneath the man's hulking weight, but her efforts were useless. And she fought desperately to tear her mouth away from his, to remove herself from the dank smell of beer and cigarettes. His lips, however, were locked firmly around hers, his probing tongue striking like some horrible snake.
"Let me have some of the action, Ace," the other voice said. "You can fuck your cock in her pussy while I fuck cum in her mouth."
"Nope," was Ace answered; "this little cunt is all mine. But when I'm finished, I'll let you have what's left. If there is anything."
Amy's mind was screaming with revulsion. This had to be some horrible nightmare. And where was Brian? He should be here where he belonged. If he hadn't been so unreasonable, this would never be happening.
And what was happening?
There was a giant of a man on top of her, his thick, bulging cock punching against her middle, his slobbering mouth grinding against hers, his meaty hands all over her.
Hurting her!
From the split-second she had taken in his features, she was repelled. Handsome in a rough, lumberjack sort of way, with corn- colored hair and an angular face, he was the type who rode motorcycles or hung around on street corners. He was wearing dirty, greasy jeans and an equally messy-looking sweat shirt. He smelled of gasoline, oil and sweat. And the touch of his hard, muscular body was painful, the crackling of the worn leather jacket repelling to her ears.
"How about it baby?" he said suddenly, lifting his face. "You ready to fuck me? I'll bet you have a pussy that snaps like a fucking turtle.''
When Amy looked into his dark, piercing eyes, she felt nothing but pure hatred. She struck out blindly, her move so sudden that the man was thrown off guard. Her arm slipped from under his, and with her free hand, she raked her nails over his left cheek, leaving four, red trails of blood.
Stunned, the man merely looked at her for a long moment. Then a savage smile formed on his lips. He straddled her middle and grabbed her throat with his left hand. He lifted his right arm and began slapping her across the face. With each smack of flesh against flesh, he grunted.
"Bitch!" he growled. "You like it fucking rough? Well, by God, you're gonna get fucked that way."
Hatred and revulsion was replaced by pure, raw terror in Amy. This man was an animal! Only Good knew what he was capable of doing to her!
Why, he might even... rape me! she thought, shuddering with terror.
Through the pain of his slapping, she heard the tearing of sheets, then the other voice again.
"Want me to tie her up?" the voice said.
"Yeah, I guess we'd better," Ace said. "This little cunt is a fucking tiger."
Amy's hands were roughly pulled to the sides of the bed. She then felt strips of cloth being tied to her wrists, then to the cool metal of the bed frame. Seconds later, the same hands attached what felt like an electrical cord to her ankles, then tied them to the foot of the bed. She fought against her bonds, but her moves caused the cords to rip into her flesh, made her hands mottled and purple.
"Would you just look at that!" Ace said, getting off the bed and tugging with his wide leather belt. "Like a fucking picture. Wouldn't surprise me a bit if this little slut hasn't had but a couple of cocks in her entire life."
Amy was so shocked to see him undress that she was momentarily speechless. When she saw his massive, monstrous cock spring from his jeans, however, she gave a low, throaty groan of terror.
"You can't," she gasped, her gaze moving over the light-brown patch of wiry hair that surrounded his gigantic cock. "I... I'm a virgin, and this is my honeymoon and-"
"And I'm the Mayor of London," Ace said, shooting a grin to his companion. "And this here's the Queen Mother."
The other man minced around the room, although the impersonation was hard to understand. He, too, was a huge bulk of muscle, standing well over six feet tall. And as if they both wore uniforms, he was dressed in the same manner as the one who called himself Ace.
Unlike Ace, however, the other man was dark and brooding. A shock of blue-black hair framed his square face, his eyes were the color of raisins. A mat of curly hair peeked from the top of his sweat shirt. He wore boots that were black, dirty and greasy. On both wrists he had tattoos, but from this distance, Amy couldn't make out what they said or were.
She shot a look back at Ace, then shivered. He was now almost completely naked, his chest rippling with thick muscles as he kicked off his boots.
"I said, you c-c-can't do this," she stammered, her heart in her throat. "My husband and I checked in last night and..."
"Your husband?" Ace said, grinning. "I don't see any husband around here. Do you, Buddy?"
Buddy walked about the room, lifting objects and shaking his head. Finally, he picked up the Gideon Bible and began thumbing through the pages.
"Shit, he ain't here, either!" he laughed.
"He left last night," Amy said, realizing that to try to explain, even to talk, was insane. "We had an argument," she added lamely.
"On your fucking wedding night?" Ace laughed. "What about, baby?" he cooed, sitting back down on the bed and stroking the hollow of her throat. "You have a big, mean fight about what to watch on television?"
"You bastard!" Amy screamed, no longer able to take the torture. All men were animals! Filthy, degrading, horrible animals. They should all be made to undergo lobotomies and forced to sit around making rugs or something. "I hate you!"
"Shit, baby, I think you just broke my heart," Ace said, throwing his left leg over her waist. He sat down firmly on her stomach and rubbed the underside of his enormous cock between her tits. "Oh well," he added, "my prick still is in pretty good shape."
Was there no way to appeal to this... this monster? Anger certainly hadn't worked, nor had outrage. Perhaps, if she tried to patiently explain...
"Look, if you'll just let me go, I promise I won't tell anyone," she began, her gaze fixing on the throbbing, purple cockhead that lay just inches from her mouth. "My husband and I had a fight. I... I didn't think I was ready to... well, do it, and he left." A thought hit her. "And he'll be back!" she warned, anger returning.
"Then I guess ol' Buddy will have to take care of him while I fuck you," Ace said, squirming his ass over her middle. "Would you like that, Buddy?" he asked, looking over his shoulder. "Want to fuck her ol' man in the ass while I fuck his sweet wife?"
"No," Buddy said, his eyes on the patch of golden-red cunt hair between Amy's thighs. "But I sure would like to poke my cock in that sweet asshole."
What were they talking about? Poking... assholes!
"I tell you I'm a... I've never been with a man before," she said, trying desperately to find the words to convince him to get off her and leave.
And then she would go to the police and see that they were locked behind bars like the animals they were. She hoped they rotted!
"Same story, huh?" Ace said, reaching behind him and cupping her mound of pussy. "Trying to tell me this little pussy is cock-free?"
"Yes, goddamn you!" Amy spat. His probing finger hurt as he jabbed it into her cunt. "Now get off me you big bastard or I'll..."
"Hey," Ace said, jerking his head and looking at Buddy. "I think she's telling the fucking truth. Come here and feel."
Instantly, Buddy was beside the bed, his hand on her pussy. His middle finger jabbed roughly into her puckered pussy.
"Hey, don't ruin it with your fucking finger, asshole!" Ace said. "If it's a genuine cherry, I want to bust it with my cock."
"Goddamn!" Buddy swore, his voice quivering with hunger, "I think she is a virgin. I mean I don't know, but she's fucking got something there that shouldn't be."
"Oh, sweet Jesus," Ace said, leaning forward. "Talk about heaven falling in your lap. I got myself a sweet, virgin pussy!"
"Wh-what are you going to do?" Amy asked, trembling.
"Gonna save your cherry for a while, lady," Ace said, inching his cock through her tits until the tip of his prick touched the hollow of her throat. "First," he added, "I'm gonna ream out this mouth of yours. Is it a virgin, too?"
What was he talking about! Ream out my mouth? Surely he didn't dream of...
His purple cockhead, half-covered with rubbery foreskin, loomed into view. And from this angle, his cockhead looked as thick and big as a peach. Suddenly, his prick was forced between her lips. As his cock throbbed across her tongue, she felt his hairy, cum-filled balls crawl up the hollow of her throat. The most horrifying thing, however, not counting the enormous size of his cock and the way his prick stretched her lips painfully, was the smell.
It could only be dried piss and... cum? And sweat and dirt and gasoline and oil and...
Jesus, where had he put that thing, anyway!
"Suck my prick all the way in, cocksucker!" Ace said, pushing in about two inches of his massive shaft. "You still got a lot more to eat."
Amy was at first too horrified, too stunned, to react to what was happening. It certainly wasn't real. No... it was. His... thing... his cock was in her mouth! And he was driving his bloated prick farther in.
"Ohhhh! I hope your pussy is half as tight!" Ace exclaimed, withdrawing and punching back inside. Half his shaft was embedded between her tightly stretched lips. "Now suck, whore! I've got about a gallon of cum just begging to get licked out."
Amy knew she had gone insane. Not only was he demanding that she, well, take that thing in her mouth, but to...
She shivered with revulsion, refusing even to think the thought. Never would she suck his prick! She struggled with the bonds at her wrists and ankles, trying to free herself, ignoring the sharp spasms of pain as her restraints clit into her flesh.
"Mmmmfffffff!" she choked, trying to pull away, to spit out his horrible prick.
"Come on, baby," Ace grunted. "You know fucking well you love it. Now suck my prick down like a good girl."
Love it? That bastard! How could she love something that was so hard and vile-tasting? And the way his prick pulsated, like some kind of snake. And the rough hairs and the rippling muscles of his stomach scratched against her forehead. And...
Her pussy twitched suddenly, as if a mild, electric shock had inflamed her cunt hole. She struggled, more to rid herself of that feeling than to get free. The sensation burned upward, almost clawing along her spine. Soon, the back of her throat closed, then opened, allowing more of his gigantic slab of cock to slip down her throat.
"That's it," Ace said, squirming around, forcing in the last of his shaft. His cock hairs were grinding in her nostrils, his balls hanging over her chin. "Suck me... all the way in!" he demanded, digging his fingers into her scalp.
Amy didn't know what to make of her feelings. Revulsion was still there and pure hatred. There was something else, however, that horrified her even more. She was actually...
No!
Yes... she was enjoying sucking his prick. The slippery, rubbery flesh was stretching her lips, his cockhead was filling her throat, and that muscular, hairy body...
The sensation inside her cunt became more demanding, almost tearing at her pussy walls like the teeth of a small animal.
"Mmmmfffff!" she choked, refusing to believe this horrible thing could be happening. Pleasure! And caused by what? That monstrous, dirty, sweaty slab of cock that was raping her throat?
"Suck it, cocksucker!" Ace said, easing his prick out of her mouth, then jabbing back inside. "Chew on my cock, and gobble it into your throat like the cum-sucking slut you are."
Amy's lips relaxed, then tightened. As they did, she felt the underside of his prick vibrate, expand. Suddenly, an acrid flavor burned in the back of her throat as the steam from his jism swept from his cum-hole.
She again tugged at the bonds that held her hands, but this time to grab that furry, muscular ass. She wanted to crush him hard against her mouth, to fully suck in every sweet inch of that delicious prick.
"Mmmmmmmm," she gurgled softly, lapping her tongue over the rubbery surface of his shaft.
"Going at it like a little kitten," Ace grinned. "Look at this, Buddy! Watch this little cocksucker go after a big prick...
Although horribly embarrassed, humiliated and disgusted, Amy no longer cared. Nothing seemed to matter but the flavor of his prick, the feel of his cock as his prick slipped over her tongue, gouged between her tonsils. More wonderful, however, was the way his cock made her throat and pussy vibrate, twitch with anguished desire.
"Ooommmmm!" she groaned, her climax building, spreading like warm cream in her guts. Then her climax hit her full force, causing her body to freeze.
"Ready, whore?" Ace asked softly. "You ready for lots of hot cum to suck?"
"Mmmnnn! Mmmnnnnn!" Amy gurgled, nodding her head up and down quickly.
As she groaned, she felt his cock grow so stiff that she felt like his prick was rubber- coated steel. The furry base of his cock expanded, then seemed to explode, almost cracking her bottom teeth.
"Oh, fucking shit!" Ace cried out, fucking his prick in and out of her throat so fast his ass became a blur. "Take it, little cocksucker... fucking... now..."
When his cockhead began blowing his load into her throat, Amy's body reacted violently. And every time another thick, steaming lump of cum boiled into her mouth, her climax renewed itself. Soon, she was shaking all over, wondering how it was possible for anything to be so intense, so good.
She sucked and pulled on his shaft like a starving animal, her throat a vacuum. Yet even her hungry mouth could not take all the cum he had to offer. Soon, her mouth was full to overflowing, and glistening strands of jism burst from her lips. Other wads shot up behind her nose and streamed from both nostrils. And even then, he kept shooting in more!
"All of it, you cock-licking bitch!" Ace roared grinding his ass around, shoving in the bulk of his load. "Take my cum and gargle it right into your cum-hungry throat!"
For what seemed an eternity, Ace kept driving in more of his precious, fiery cock juices. Finally, as the last of his cum exploded into her mouth, she became fully aware of what had happened.
He had taken her. Raped her. Shoved that horrible, dirty, greasy cock in her throat and...
"How about me?" Buddy asked, interrupting her thoughts. "My cock is so hard it's gonna break off."
"Mmmmmmm, I don't know," Ace said, looking at his biking friend. "I might keep this little cocksucker all to myself."
He pumped his ass up and down for a few more minutes, then slipped his prick from Amy's throat.
"You want to suck off ol' Buddy?" he asked, grinning at Amy.
"No!" she managed to spit out. "I... I hate you!"
"Then maybe you'd rather have his big cock in your little virgin pussy?" Ace teased.
Amy's world seemed to crash about her. What was happening? Why her? Was this what love was all about?
"Please leave me alone," she said, tears stinging her cheeks. "God, I'll do anything, if..."
"OK, Buddy," Ace said, moving off the bed. "I guess you can have her. But go easy. Leave me a little bit of that pussy."
"No!" Amy yelled, her face freezing in a grimace of horror. "No!" she screamed again, her eyes on Buddy's monstrous cock.
"I don't think she wants you to fuck her," Ace said, laughing. "Imagine that." He then turned to Amy and added, "How about it, bitch? You want to fuck him or blow on his prick?"
What a horrible choice, Amy thought. Still, she might be able to get out of this thing intact if she did as they asked.
"I'll suck him," she said, choking on each word.
"Now don't you hurt that little virgin pussy," Ace warned, grinning at his friend. "I've got big plans for that little thing."
As Buddy neared her, Amy felt cold terror clutch at her guts like iron fingers.
A second, huge cock entered her mouth.
CHAPTER THREE
Buddy pulled his cock out of Amy's mouth and crawled off the bed. He then began tugging at the strips of cloth at her wrists and ankles.
"Hey, what you doing?" Ace asked, a frown on his face.
"You might like fucking her mouth like it was a pussy, but I want a real blow-job," Buddy said. "I want this cute little bitch on her knees in front of me. I want her begging for cock."
"She's a tiger," Ace warned. "She might bite your balls off if you untie her."
"Not to worry," Buddy assured him. When he had freed Amy, he threw her to the floor, then retied her hands after thrusting her arms behind her. He then reattached the bonds to her ankles and ran a lamp cord between the two knots. "There," he said, admiring his work. "Hog-tied, like the pig she is," he added, yanking her to her knees.
As Amy knelt before him, she felt her heart thunder in her throat. If there was a God in heaven, he would give her the power to free herself, to take a knife and cut these monsters up into a million pieces.
"Suck it, baby," Buddy said, standing before her, his feet planted wide. "Lick my big cock in your mouth and suck on it."
Trembling, Amy opened her mouth and closed her eyes. As she leaned slightly forward, she could smell his rancid crotch, feel the wiry hairs against her chin.
"No," she moaned, shaking her head, jerking her head back. "I... I can't... I..."
The slap that Buddy gave her felt like fire on her cheek. He hit her so hard that she reeled sideways, fell on the floor, then cracked her head. As blood oozed from the side of her mouth, she saw the man's foot move closer to her face.
"Hey, don't kick her!" Ace said.
"I'm not," Buddy said. "I'm just gonna give her a chance to apologize. She's gonna lick on my toes, and when she's good and sorry, I'll let her back at my prick."
Ace laughed. "You sure know how to treat a lady, Buddy," he said. "That's why I like you."
Before Amy could react, Buddy's toes were between her lips. The taste of dirt, sweat and gasoline hit her so hard, she almost vomited. Still, she didn't want to be slapped again. She would have to obey.
"Lick 'em, baby," Buddy said, moving his toes in and out of her mouth. "Tell me you love sucking on a biker's feet."
"I love it," Amy said, almost gagging. "I love sucking on a biker's feet."
"You ready for my big cock now?" Buddy said a couple of seconds later.
"Yes," Amy said. Christ, anything but his dirty, stinking feet!
Buddy grabbed her by the hair of her head and pulled her back to a kneeling position. He then held his cock down with his right hand and rolled the tip of his shaft over her face.
"Now tell me how much you like sucking big, hard cock," he commanded.
"I . . . I love sucking big, hard cock," Amy replied, her mind ready to explode with horror.
"Aw, that's a good girl," Buddy said, grinning lewdly. "Now give me a suck job, honey. Make it good. And when I blow my load, I want to hear you gargle my cum."
Amy opened her mouth and gulped the monstrous cockhead between her lips. Slowly, the blue-black patch of crotch hair came closer as more of his shaft throbbed over the top of her tongue.
"You're right," Buddy said to Ace. "She's one fine cocksucker."
"Takes it right in," Ace said, watching his friend stab the last of his prick into the girl's throat.
Amy couldn't imagine a more humiliating experience. To be abused by these two monsters, and then to have them talk about her like she was a piece of meat.
Well, to them, she probably was. She'd heard about bikers going into small towns, taking over, raping and looting. Then after they got bored, they would move on.
"Back and forth," Buddy instructed, holding the back of her head with both hands. "Yes... that's it. Lick my cock down. Shit, are you gonna get a lot of hot cum to suck!"
While Amy licked up and down his thick, meaty cockshaft, she was aware of a move to her left. Ace had gotten up from the chair where he had been sitting and watching, and moved behind her. She suddenly felt his rough hands on her shoulders.
"Keep sucking, baby," he said, kneeling behind her. "Just gonna do a little, uh, exploring."
"What are you going to do!" Amy screamed, after spitting Buddy's gigantic cock from her mouth. "You're not-"
"Aw, don't come unglued, fuck-face," Ace said cruelly. "Just gonna feel out your little shitter. See if it's worth the effort."
If Amy felt terror before, it was nothing compared to what now swept into her mind. What was he going to do? She refused to let her mind answer the question.
"Shit, her asshole is as tight as a little pussy," Ace said, cupping her asscheeks and digging his middle finger into the narrow crack of her ass. "Guess I'll just have to loosen her asshole up a little," he added, laughing.
When his finger stabbed into her asshole, Amy flinched with raw pain. She was about to scream out in protest, but Buddy stuffed his cock back into her throat. Instead, she gave a muffled moan, her body freezing in agony.
Ace worked his finger in and out for several seconds, then probed in two fingers. Christ, was she tight! His cock was going to be in heaven when he fucked that hole!
"Suck me, baby," Buddy commanded, fucking his cock wildly in and out of her throat. "Come on, take my prick all the way in. Lot of... deep throat, cocksucker!"
Amy couldn't imagine anything more horrible. While having to suck on this dirty, sweaty cock, the pain in her asshole felt like a rampaging fire. Ace was rough with her, his fingers gouging at her ass hard, forcefully. Would he ever stop?
"Ready?" Ace asked suddenly, kissing the back of her neck. He slipped his fingers out of her ass and sat down. He then pulled her body over his prick and squirmed his cockhead into the crack of her asshole. "Ready for a big cock in your ass?" He kneaded the soft, yielding flesh of her ass.
For a moment, everything went black for Amy. Her mind simply refused to believe that anything this vile could happen to her. The horror of having her pussy fucked was nothing compared to what this man was suggesting.
A few seconds later, as blinding pain shot up her spine, she was brought back to reality. Ace's prick was entering her asshole! His cock was slowly forcing its way through the puckered opening of her ass, stretching her muscles.
"Oh, yes," Ace grunted, heaving his body upward, driving in another inch of his cock. "Just as hot and tight as I thought your ass would be, baby!"
"Come on, baby, suck me," Buddy urged, holding Amy's head tighter. "Don't stop now. I'm almost ready to blow your cum-sucking throat full."
As more of Ace's cock shoved inside her virginal asshole and Buddy's prick jabbed fully into her throat, Amy felt as if the two monstrous shafts were joined somewhere in her middle. She felt like a slaughtered animal on a spit. Unlike the animal, however, she was alive, and alive with pure, raw agony.
She uttered a muffled scream of terror, of pain. Then she had a dark thought that almost made her laugh. At least she would die a virgin, for this would certainly kill her.
"Loosen up, sweetheart," Ace said, running his hands over her hips and thighs. "You do, and you just might enjoy this."
Enjoy it!
How could anyone enjoy having a ten-inch cock up her ass, while at the same time having her throat fucked by another huge prick? It was insanity even to consider the idea.
Suddenly, she felt the rough texture of Ace's crotch hairs against the cheeks of her ass. Finally, he was all the way in. Now, maybe, some of the horrible pain would cease. Perhaps she would live.
She had almost no time to think about this, however. Her mouth was instantly flooded with thick lumps of boiling cum. Buddy crushed her face savagely against his crotch and slammed her head forward.
"Eat it, cocksucker," he grunted, humping his ass back and forth. "I... I'm blowing my fucking load... and... suck, whore!"
Amy gulped down the juices, feeling them roll under the roof of her mouth, slosh between her teeth. And as the bulk of his climax splattered her tonsils, something happened. Something wonderful and horrible at the same time.
Her insides seemed to melt, slip down around Ace's cock. And the terrifying pain lessened. Her pussy twitched, causing a stream of cunt juice to trickle from her pussy hole and slide over the man's hairy nuts.
More hot cum blasted from Buddy's prick, sending a shiver down her spine. The liquid was thick and creamy, searing into her throat. And with each silvery drop, her body relaxed a little more.
"Suck it, cocksucker!" Buddy gasped, plunging his cock in and out of her throat with his full strength. "All the way in... like that!"
Amy began chewing and licking on his cock with a hunger that amazed even herself. She lapped forward as quickly as possible, buried her lips in the blue-black, wiry hairs, rotated her chin between his pulsating balls.
Her body began moving up and down, slowly at first, then with growing momentum. Ace must be holding me tightly, she thought. His hands must be on my hips, making me move like that.
No!
His hands were at his sides. She, herself, was moving up and down. And what's more, she couldn't stop. Each time his massive cock slipped across her torn membranes, the pain lessened. Better yet, pleasure began replacing the agony. Like a million fingertips, her insides were caressed, touched, pulled, stroked.
The heat from his cock swept forward, melting through the delicate tissues that separated her ass and pussy. Soon, her cunt was boiling, ready to explode.
"Fuck it, baby," Ace said, nibbling at the back of her neck. "Suck on my cock with your asshole."
Unable to believe that it was possible for her to react so violently to what was happening, Amy could only go with her instincts. Her insides seemed to be craving cock-hard, big, delicious cock!
"Mmmmmmm!" she groaned, gobbling on Buddy's prick for all she was worth. At the same time, she bounced her ass up and down, sucking Ace's prick greedily into her asshole. She uttered another moan, thinking of the masses of cum that would soon splatter into her ass canal.
"All of it!" Buddy grunted, heaving his body forward, planting the last of his thick cock juices into the back of her throat. He held himself there for several moments, then pulled back. "Christ, you're right, Ace!" he said. "This little mouth is better than a pussy."
Ace was so enraptured by the feel of her asshole, he wasn't even aware of what his friend had said, or even of his presence. Amy's perfect body, the upturned breasts, the golden- red hair, the perfumed aroma of her soft flesh were driving him wild with desire. He moved with her, fucking upward as she fell down on his stiff, pulsating cock.
"Fuck it, baby," he grunted. "Ram my cock all the way in and eat on my cum with your asshole."
"Yes, yes, yes!" Amy heard herself moan as she fucked her ass up and down as quickly as possible. "Hot cock... hot cum... hot cock... cock... cock..."
She still felt cold terror, and humiliation burned into her mind like a branding iron. Still, she had lost control over her own body. It was almost as if she had a horrible itch, and the only thing that could scratch the itch was Ace's cock.
Any cock!
"Fuck me!" she groaned. "Ram that beautiful prick up my ass and fuck me apart!"
She struggled with the cords and strips of material to free her hands and feet. Not to lash out at him, however, but to run her fingers over his hard, muscular body. To pull him close, all the way inside her body.
"OK, whore, take that!" Ace shouted suddenly, throwing himself forward. As her head hit the carpet next to Buddy's feet, he yanked her legs savagely apart and thundered his prick into her asshole with his full strength. His move caused a loud slap to echo off the walls. "Fuck it, bitch! You cum-hungry bitch in heat! You slut! Fuck my cock with your asshole!''
In this position, her ass up in the air, her head on the floor, Amy was fully aware of the thickness, the monstrous size of Ace's hammering cock. Pain and pleasure danced up and down her ass canal at the same time, each trying to overpower the other. And, as her orgasm neared, she didn't care which sensation won. They were both equally beautiful, fantastic.
"Ohhhhhhh!" she screamed, lapping toward Buddy's left foot. "Fuck meeeeeee!"
When her climax tore into her pussy with the force of a punching fist, she felt Ace crush down on her back. His cock seemed to grow to twice its already-monstrous size, then explode. Showers of molten, lava-hot jism poured into her asshole, sloshing around his cockshaft Like a thick wave.
"Unh! Unh!" Ace grunted, grabbing for her dangling tits. He yanked them to the sides of her body and kissed across her back, finally biting down on her right nipple as her tit lay in her armpit. "Fuck it... here, you motherfucking cunt! Unhhhh... here! All the way... here!"
For delicious eternity, Amy's body responded wildly to his hard, forceful fucking. Each thrust gave her greater pleasure, made her aware of what ecstasy was all about. She had become a part of him, almost like his foreskin. She, herself, was almost a part of his cock.
"God!" she screamed, her insides boiling, then bursting with a final explosion of release.
"Take it, you little whore!" Ace yelled, punching in the last wads of creamy cum. "Right up your fucking asshole, you scum-bag!"
At last, he fell forward, crushing her body beneath his. His breath was quick and wet against the back of her neck, his hands squeezed her tender flesh. His cock was throbbing, embedded deeply inside her cum-splattered asshole.
A few moments later, when the rippling pleasures had subsided to dull throbs, Amy became totally aware of what had happened.
She now felt more humiliated and used than ever before. Not only had they abused her, raped her, but they had made her enjoy being fucked. It was like being forced to dig your own grave. Blind fury took hold of her body, causing her to freeze.
"I wish you were both dead!" she shrieked.
"Dead?" Ace asked, pulling away and laughing. "Why, if we were dead, baby, you wouldn't get anymore big cock to fuck in your asshole, or to suck on."
"You raped me!" Amy shouted.
"Well, maybe at first," Ace said, his voice flinty. "But you have to admit, there was very little raping going on toward the last."
Amy looked into his cold eyes and wished she could tear them out of their sockets. He had used her. It was his fault that she had enjoyed being raped. When she got out of this, she was going to see to it that these two men suffered. At first, she wanted them dead. Now, she wanted them to live in eternal pain. And somehow, she would get through this, and she would see it all happen.
"OK, what next?" she asked slowly, trying to hide the hatred in her voice. She was looking at both men, memorizing their features. When this was over, she would search the world if she had to, but she would make them pay. "I suppose you plan to-"
"We're going to be taking you on a little bike ride, sugar," Ace said, grabbing her and throwing her to the bed. He began untying the strips of cloth at her wrists. "Gonna take you to the house and give you the fucking of your life."
A surge of warmth hit Amy. They would have to go past the desk clerk, and she knew help was just moments away.
"I'll scream," she said foolishly. "I'll yell that I've been raped and then they'll get you and-"
"Gee, baby," Ace said almost tenderly. "I wish you hadn't said that."
Before Amy could scream rape, or do anything, his right fist connected with her jaw. A burst of pain ripped into her brain. At the same time, she saw a flashing light, then, slowly, the room darkened. Two laughing, vampire-like faces moved toward her, and then unconsciousness embraced her like a cruel lover.
CHAPTER FOUR
When Amy awoke, she found it difficult to focus her vision. She was in a darkened room, lying on a dirty, gritty mattress. To her right was a weather-beaten table on which a battered, shadeless lamp stood. The floor was covered with empty beer cans, old boards, rags, the remnants of take-out chicken dinners, a half-eaten taco and machine parts. The walls were splattered with grease, and the ceiling was buckled, peeling. The smell of piss and filth were in the air.
"Help!" she cried out, trying to get off the bed. When she moved, she felt leather cut into her ankles and wrists. They had tied her down on the bed, and the slightest movement caused knife-like stabs of pain. "Oh, God!" she moaned, wondering if they had left her here to starve.
Seconds later, she saw the far door open and saw the silhouette of a young woman. Relief swept around her like a warm blanket. Thank God! Maybe those horrible men had left and this woman was here to rescue her.
"Untie me, quick!" Amy said. "Before they get back!"
"Why, hello," the woman said, moving into the room.
"Aren't you going to untie me?" Amy asked desperately. What was wrong with her? Couldn't she see from the bruises on Amy's naked body, the drying splotches of cum, that Amy had been raped, fucked? "Quick!" Amy said again.
As the woman drew closer to the bed, Amy shivered. She suddenly realized, from the look in the woman's eyes, that she certainly wouldn't get any help here. She was one of them. That horrible cold stare, the set features
"No," she said softly. "Oh, God, no!"
The woman sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Amy with undisguised loathing. And, Amy noticed, if it hadn't been for the cruelty in the eyes, the frozen jaw muscles, the woman would be very beautiful. She was tall, perhaps just under six feet, and had the body of a goddess. Her hair was short-cropped, framing an oval face, widely spaced, dark-blue eyes. Her skin was sallow, but in this light, her skin looked like marble. The sweat shirt she wore couldn't hide the fact that her breasts were perfectly shaped, enormous.
"Wha-what's going to happen?" Amy asked. "Why am I here? Tied up?"
"Consider yourself lucky," the woman said, her voice like velvet, "Ace hardly ever brings anyone home."
"Oh, really?" Amy spat. "If he got hit by a truck, then I'd be lucky."
The woman slapped Amy hard, causing her head to jerk to one side. As the grit of the mattress became embedded in her cheek, Amy jerked with fright.
"Shut your fucking mouth, you bitch cow!" the woman said. "Ace is my ol' man. No one says shit like that about him."
"Where... where is Ace?" Amy asked, totally confused.
"On a beer run," the woman said. "He won't be back for maybe an hour."
The last statement caused Amy's flesh to crawl. Something in the woman's words made Amy aware that she was in horrible danger. Had Ace thrown the woman over for a total stranger? Amy? And if so, what was she doing here? If she was any kind of woman at all, she would fly into a rage and leave.
"I don't understand," Amy said, looking into the woman's eyes, trying to find some measure of pity, feeling. There was none. "If you're Ace's girlfriend, why did he leave you?" Why the hell did he leave me with you! Amy thought frantically.
"Aw, he likes a strange piece of ass once in a while," the woman admitted. "I usually don't mind," she added, her gaze roaming over Amy's naked body. "This time, I think I do."
Under the woman's gaze, Amy felt as if she had been fucked again. She'd never seen a woman look at another woman like that. Almost as if...
"I think ol' Carla might have herself a little picnic lunch before Ace gets back," the woman said.
"Picnic?" Amy repeated idiotically. Thoughts of green trees, a mossy ground, tuna sandwiches, cold champagne, cucumber salad, a delicate breeze came into her mind. "We're... we're going on a picnic?" Did she dare give herself hope?
Carla laughed. "No, stupid," she said. "You're gonna lay there and be the lunch. I'm the one having the picnic."
Although Amy was confused beyond belief, something clicked in her mind. The horror was too dreadful to name. It was one thing to be ravished by two evil men, but for a woman to...
"Ace said I could do anything to you, but not to bust your cherry," Carla said, her hand dropping to the mound of Amy's pussy.
"Wha-what are you going to do?" Amy gasped, her words spat from her mouth like spoiled clams. "You're not..."
Carla stood and began undressing, almost as if she were alone in the room. Slowly, she threw her sweat shirt to the floor, then kicked out of her tight jeans. After dropping her pale-blue panties to her ankles, Carla stood there. Then she lifted her arms as if to yawn.
Amy felt the hot flavor of vomit in the back of her throat. She was tied down with leather straps, and this woman-this creature-was going to...
"You like me?" Carla asked, spreading her legs and dropping her right hand to her dark-brown patch of cunt hair. "You like Carla's tight, oozing pussy?" She jabbed a finger into the tiny pink crack. "Ahhh, Ace sure likes my cunt." She licked her lower lip.
Although Amy was horrified, she was still taken with the sheer, athletic beauty of the woman. If Ace had a woman like this, why would he bother with me? Amy asked herself. Carla was breathtaking, perfectly shaped. Carla's breasts were pointed, lifted high. Her waist was very small, almost too small. Her hips were rounded, giving way to lean, sculptured legs.
"Don't! Please!" Amy gasped, wondering why her face became suddenly flushed and hot. "I... I've never..."
"Yeah, I know," Carla said, almost bored. "Ace tells me you've never done any fucking thing. Shit, baby! You been living on Mars or someplace?"
Before Amy had time to react, Carla got onto the bed and slid between her legs. She then lowered her face and darted out her tongue.
"No!" Amy screamed. "God, no!"
"Hang on, sweetheart," Carla said softly, rubbing her fingers over Amy's bare stomach. "I've never had a virgin pussy either. Now just lay there. Shit, you might even enjoy it."
Amy closed her eyes, trying to drive the picture of this woman and what she was about to do away from her mind. When she felt the warmth of Carla's tongue, however, her eyes flew open.
"Hey, you do have a nice, sweet cunt," Carla said, placing her fingers to the sides of Amy's pussy hole. She slowly pulled the loose folds of skin back to reveal Amy's pink, creamy cunt. "Ace is gonna have a ball ripping into this thing," she added, darting her tongue into the quivering pussy lips.
As Amy lay there, she thought about her husband and the night (had it only been one day ago?) he had kissed her cunt. He had locked his mouth around her pussy and warmed her up with slow, even strokes. His tongue had crawled in and out of her cunt like a slithering snake, searching, probing, licking...
"No," she moaned, freezing with revulsion. It was one thing for a man to do this but for another woman! "No... please... no..."
"Mmmmmmm, sweet, hot cunt," Carla whispered, nibbling toward Amy's clit. Her chin was wet with cunt juices that seeped from the bottom of Amy's pussy. "You like this? Hmmmmmmmm? You ever had a woman eat your cunt? Baby, only women know how to eat pussy like it's supposed to be eaten."
Amy was too stunned even to listen to the woman's words. The licking sensations were driving her crazy. And the worst part was that it wasn't half-bad! In fact, Carla was licking her pussy better than Brian had.
"When I finish with you, you're gonna do me," Carla said, nipping at Amy's clit with her teeth. "Hmmmmmm, you gonna suck on my pussy too?"
Never! Amy's mind screamed. There are limits to degradation! You can kill me, beat me, but I won't do that! I will never...
A spasm of raw pleasure shot into her cunt, causing her to jerk upward. The move made the leather straps tear into the flesh of her wrists. She gave a howling groan of pain, then fell back down. Instantly, the pain melted, replaced with growing ecstasy.
"Ohhhhh, this is good," Carla said, moving her fingers upward, through the silky bush of peach-colored cunt hair. She cupped Amy's tits, pulled on the rubbery nipples with her fingers. "I love sucking sweet pussy," Carla murmured, digging her tongue in and out of Amy's vibrating cunt.
Amy fought the feeling with every ounce of strength she had, but her body betrayed her. As her orgasm grew, ready to explode, she felt as if her entire body were on fire.
"Hmmmmmm?" Carla gurgled. "You gonna lick out my pussy?"
"No!" Amy yelled.
"Well?" Carla said, scraping her teeth up and down the tiny shaft of pink clit. "Hmmmm?"
"...no," Amy said weakly.
"Hmmmmm?" Carla moaned again, thrusting her tongue deeply inside Amy's cunt. She curled the tip of her tongue, swept her tongue over Amy's pulsating pussy lips, then lapped at Amy's exploding clit. "Hmmmm?"
Amy's orgasm hit her full force at that very moment. Massive waves of release jerked her cunt as if her pussy was electrified. Pleasure soon bordered on pain, causing her to flail about, causing her lungs to burst with one yell of torment after another.
"Lick me! Suck me, oh, you bitch!" she panted, her climax peaking violently, flooding her body with savage warmth. "Chew my pussy down and... and... eat me!"
She was so engrossed with raw pleasure, it was several moments before she was aware of another person in the room. At last, she turned her head and saw Ace standing there, a cruel smile on his lips. He held a case of beer under his right arm.
"What a pretty picture," he said, looking from Amy to Carla.
"You said I could do anything except bust her cherry," Carla said, quickly, a frightened look on her face.
"Go put this on ice," he said to the woman. "Get it cold while I warm her up."
Carla got off the bed and made for the door. She stopped suddenly and looked at Amy.
"Remember your promise," she said.
"What promise is that?" Ace asked.
"She's gonna lick on my pussy," Carla answered. Then she laughed.
"If there's any pussy left to lick," Ace said softly, after she had left the room.
As Amy watched Ace undress, she felt cold terror clutch at her insides. The time was here. The cat was finished playing with the mouse. She was going to have that monstrous cock up her virgin pussy. His prick would tear through her cherry and fuck into the back where no other prick had been. His cock would then belch out a monstrous mass of milky cum.
"No," she said, denying the feelings that hit her. She hated him, loathed him, wanted him dead. Yet, she did, yes she did want that cock. She had to admit it at last.
And here in a dirty, filthy room, on a gritty mattress, she would be fucked for the first time by a monster.
"Yes," Ace said, moving to the bed.
CHAPTER FIVE
Amy knew that she had gone insane. How could she have possibly had that thought, that she wanted a cock? She didn't want his cock. She wanted out of here, to be back with Brian.
If only I had that night to live over again, she thought. She would have gladly thrown herself at her husband, would have done anything he wanted. And because of her foolishness, she was here in this chamber of horrors, about to be fucked by a demon!
"Ready?" Ace inquired a grin on his handsome face. "Hmmmm, baby? You ready for my big prick to fuck into your virgin pussy hole?"
"You bastard! You filthy, mean beast!" Amy shrieked.
Ace laughed as he lay on her body and squirmed between her legs. He lifted and lowered his ass slowly, letting the underside of his rock-hard cock slip over her slick, frothy cunt opening.
"You're gonna get fucked, baby. You know that. Why don't you just enjoy it?" he said.
Christ, how many times had she heard that statement in the past eight hours? How could anyone enjoy being ripped open like a pod? And by that horrible, huge cock?
"Oh, baby, I'm gonna fuck you and fuck you and fuck you," Ace said, moving his mouth over her lips. "When I finish with you, you're gonna be so far away from virginity, you won't know what it is."
My precious flower, Amy thought. Saved and cherished for so many years, to be given to her husband on her wedding night. Well, she hadn't exactly done that, but it wasn't her fault. Well, perhaps just a little.
Her cunt would be a bloody pulp in a matter of moments. She closed her eyes, tried to ignore the heady aroma of the man's breath, the rough texture of his lips, the patch of hair on his chest that rubbed her breasts.
His balls pulsated as they rolled up and down the insides of her thighs. She could almost see the milky masses of boiling cum, begging to be released. To sweep up the ten inches of hard cock, to explode into her virgin pussy. The same cum that had boiled into her asshole, splattered down her throat...
"No," she whispered to her own emotions. This time she wouldn't let her body betray her. She would fight her climax. She would make the fucking hurt. She wanted this moment to burn into her mind forever. "No!" she gasped again, trying to ignore the shiver that swept up her spine.
Ace was unbelievably tender, as if he wanted this moment to last forever. He kissed her on the mouth, and even when she resisted, his tongue probed between her teeth. As he molded his mouth on hers, he ran his large hands over her body, touched her soft angles, swirled his fingers over the silky masses of yielding flesh.
"So pretty," he murmured into her throat. "You're gonna be the best, baby. Something I'll always remember."
No! Fight it! He's a bastard! Fight it, you cunt!
He kissed from her mouth, to her chin, then let his warm, wet lips brush into the hollow of her throat. Slowly, he moved his head further downward, munched at her swollen mounds of tit. He then took her rose-colored nipples, one at a time, and bathed them in wet warmth. He nipped his teeth into the flesh and drew the rubbery nipples across the roof of his mouth.
Amy flinched, begging her body not to respond. But each time she screamed "no" to the building pleasures, her body answered with a rippling sensation, a sweet, yielding "yes..."
No. It isn't fair, she told herself. It shouldn't be like this. It's supposed to hurt, not feel good. He's a monster, a foul animal...
Ace lowered both hands to her thighs, then grasped her soft flesh. Slowly, he spread her legs wider, then touched his cock with his right hand. Carefully, he nuzzled the tip of his prick into the soft mass of cunt hair. When the steamy warmth melted over his cockhead, he froze, letting the fluttering of her pussy lips draw his shaft inside.
"Ohhhhhhh!" Amy shrieked. It was happening! His cock... his cock was inside her! It stretched and pulled...
Fucking was delicious!
"How is it, baby?" Ace asked, moving more deeply inside her cunt. He felt the rubbery sheath of her virginity, her cherry, then stopped. As the membrane molded around his cockhead, he could feel her cunt walls tighten. "Your first big, hard cock..."
"Fuck me," some woman's voice said, startling Amy. Then she realized that she, herself, had said the words. "Ohhhh, God! Fuck me to pieces, you big bull stud!" Amy groaned. Amy was stunned, totally stunned. How could she have said those horrible words? How could she take part in her own humiliation"
"We'll take it slow and easy," Ace said, withdrawing his prick slowly until just the end of his cock remained inside her cunt. "Then after you're split open, we'll party like shit."
"I... I want your prick now!" Amy screamed, fully aware that it was her saying those words. She didn't care. Nothing mattered but the delicious feel of his pulsating shaft of cock. Humiliation, torture was worth getting fucked, worth this ecstasy. Her orgasm built dramatically, creating a vacuum inside her body. She thrust her hips upward, trying to suck all of his prick inside her pussy. That horrible, filthy cherry had protected her from cock until now. She wanted her cherry destroyed.
"Tear me open!" she commanded. "Rip me apart, you bastard! I... I want... want your big, hard... prick... I... I... Aieeeeeeeeee!"
Her orgasm shook her from the top of her head to the soles of her feet. And as the sensations swept toward full culmination, she felt like her body was on fire with liquid, blue ecstasy. And like a bullet, her pleasure shot toward her very soul, and she knew, somehow, she would never again be the same.
Ace withdrew his cock, held his breath, then stabbed forward with his full weight. His prick jabbed into the milky tissues of her cunt, slid toward the sheath of cherry, ripped aside the layer of delicate flesh, then plunged into virgin cunt muscle. When his cockhead burst at the base of her spine, Amy screamed like a wounded panther.
Her climax peaked, her cherry ripped to bloody shreds, and Ace's cock exploded with boiling spasms at the same time. Cum flooded over torn tissue, etched into pulsating pussy walls.
"God!' Amy yelled, her world exploding with raw, tortured ecstasy.
"Unhhhhhh, fuck! Take it, you cocksucker!" Ace growled, withdrawing, then fucking back inside. His cockhead burst with another lump of molten jism, splattering her cunt walls. "I'm gonna fuck your first load of hot cream right up to your brains, whore!"
Amy moved with him, thrashing about wildly She jerked her arms against the leather bonds, trying desperately to grab for his hairy ass, to jam him harder into her split cunt. She wanted cock. Delicious... hard... beautiful cock!
"Fuck me!" she gasped over and over. "God, ram your prick into me, and blow my pussy into a million pieces!"
"Take it, you cock-teasing bitch," Ace said, fucking wildly into her bloody, cum-splattered pussy. "Every fucking drop... right up... here! Unh! Here!"
For what seemed a delicious eternity, Amy experienced one fantastic orgasm after another. And just when she thought they surely must be over, another overwhelming sensation ground into her guts. At last, she fell back, her body covered with sweat, unable to move. While she lay there, Ace kept fucking into her cunt with furious abandon.
"Fuck you cunt!" he gasped, giving one last, burning stab inside her pussy. "Ohhhhh, shit! All of it."
He relaxed, engulfing her with his hard, muscular body. For several moments, he didn't move at all. He merely lay on top of her and let the throbbing of his cock push against her torn cunt tissue.
That's it, Amy thought to herself, resting beneath his hulking frame. No more cherry. No more precious flower. I'm sorry, Brian, she thought. A mean, brutal biker took what was yours, what I should have given you.
Brian was so nice, so sweet. Why had she been such a fool? Why did she drive him away, and let herself be split open by some animal? She felt a flood of love for Brian.
She felt raw hate for the monster on top of her.
"Satisfied?" she asked, her voice like tempered steel. "You've fucked me so get off. God, I hate your guts."
"Huh?" Ace said, shaking his head. "What the fuck are you talking about, lady? You were begging for my cock. You were screaming how you wanted me to pump you full of cum."
"You bastard!"
"And now that you're full of cum, you cock-tease," he began, taking a deep breath, "you want me to get off? What else you want? A fucking apology?"
"That would do for starters," Amy said, wondering where she ever found the courage to talk to him this way. She was still in danger. She had read about bikers, how they often took women, and... and... fury overshadowed fear. "I'm going to see that you burn!" she spat. "If I have to get a gun myself, I'll..."
"You lousy, goddamned bitch!" Ace said, pulling away. "Frigid little cunt. Got yourself a husband and run his ass off because you want to preserve your sweet little cherry! And now that you've had yourself a real man, you don't know what to do with him."
"I'd like to boil you in oil," Amy said.
"And I was going to be nice to you," Ace said, a cruel expression on his face. "Oh, boy, was I crazy!"
Amy knew she had gone too far. Perhaps it wasn't too late to change things. If she cried, begged him to let her go, maybe he would...
"Now you're gonna get it, you fucking slut," Ace said, moving toward the corner of the room where the tools and spare parts to bikes lay. "Oh, yes, you're gonna get it real good," he said, grabbing into the greasy mass of metal.
"Wha-what are you going to do?" Amy asked, her eyes wide with pure terror. "Oh, God, I'm sorry, I..."
"Party time, baby!" Ace said, lifting some ropes and a pair of pliers. "Oh yes, baby, party time."
Amy screamed, but she heard no sound.
CHAPTER SIX
Heedless of her pleas or her screams, Ace yanked Amy from the bed and tied her hands behind her back. He then took a long length of rope and threw it over an exposed rafter in the ceiling. After attaching the end of the rope to the large knot at her wrists, he pulled the slack out of the rope and tied the end to the handle of an old Army trunk which lay in one corner of the room. Since the trunk was filled with almost three hundred pounds of tools and spare parts, it kept Amy dangling without moving.
"God, this hurts!" Amy grunted, feeling her elbows pulsate with pain. Her shoulder blades were touching, sending electric-like jolts of raw agony down to the small of her back. Her toes were barely touching the floor, and when she moved-almost losing her balance-the pain increased. She turned her head to one side, trying desperately to tell him with her eyes that she was sorry.
"How do you like it, whore?" Ace asked almost good-naturedly as he slapped her on the ass.
The smack on her bare flesh sounded, to Amy, like a pistol shot. She flinched, feeling the pain melt into her body, inflame every cell. She tried to speak, to find the words that would end this horror, but a wave of nausea caused her words to splutter in the back of her throat.
"Oh, yes, cunt-face," Ace said, moving around so that he stood in front of her. "This is gonna be one fine party."
He ran his hands over her upturned breasts, pulling on the pink nipples with his thumbs and forefingers. Slowly, he leaned forward and kissed her rubbery nipples. His lips worked on them gently at first, then with greater passion. Amy felt his teeth sink into the delicate flesh.
"No... no," she groaned, wishing now that he would kill her and end the pain. Her arms were numb with pain; her bones were ready to snap. And if that wasn't enough, his teeth were nipping into her skin like some sort of rodent. "I... I can't take it!" she gasped, her words high-pitched and pleading.
"You can take it," Ace said, smacking his lips and kneading the flesh of her sides as he chewed more hungrily on her tits. "You're gonna take it over and over and over..."
Amy closed her eyes, wishing she would pass out-anything to rid herself of this horrible torture. He was an expert, however, pushing her to the very brink of unconsciousness, then pulling her back.
"How do you want my prick?" he asked a few moments later as he stood back. "You want my big cock up your cunt? Your asshole? Or you want to suck on it, baby?"
Amy found the strength to shake her head. The room was fuzzy, spinning.
"I said, cunt," Ace began, slapping her hard across the face, "how do you want it?"
Amy saw him raise his hand. His hand connected with her jaw. Oddly enough, there was no stab of pain as she had expected. Flesh touched flesh, leaving a burning sensation, nothing more. Almost gladly she accepted the fact that she had reached her limit of pain. He could do no more to her, she was at last immune to his torture.
Or so she thought.
"OK, bitch," Ace said, a cruel smile on his lips. "If you leave it up to me to decide, I think I'll tear into this little pussy again."
Amy looked at him and felt new horror. Standing before her, he looked like some sort of enraged god. His muscled form was tight, like a cat ready to spring. His face was frozen in hideous delight, his eyes flashing with animal hunger. His cock stood straight up, like an instrument of torture.
"No... God, no," she groaned, her insides turning ice cold. "Please... I... I..."
Her words were choked off when she felt the searing sensation of his cockhead inside her tightly constricted cunt opening. The burning pain shot backward, scraping over her pussy walls like sandpaper.
"Hey, baby, you're dry," Ace said, grunting. "You'd better loosen up and give me some of that sweet cunt juice, or I'll rip your pussy inside out."
Amy knew he spoke the truth. It felt like she had sand in her pussy. If she didn't somehow get some lubrication, his flesh would glue itself to her flesh, tearing out her tender cunt tissue.
Hatred boiled in her mind.
Not only was she to suffer the humiliation of being tied up and raped, but she had to be a part of it. She had to work up some passion just to keep alive!
She looked at his face, letting her eyes trail past the knots of muscle at his neck, to his broad, bulky shoulders. Under different circumstances, she would have felt her knees buckle. God, he was good-looking! Each and every muscle on his body seemed to stand out, mocking her with their masculine strength. His breath was warm and musky, smelling of beer and cigarettes. And his cock...
Huge and pulsating, like some sort of large snake, his prick pushed against her cunt. She could almost imagine a flickering tongue, lapping at her churning pussy walls.
Slowly, her cunt grew slick, letting more of his shaft slip inside.
"Ah, that's better," Ace said, withdrawing and stabbing back inside. "Nice and fucking hot. Christ, I think I'll fuck my goddamned ball-seed in your cunt!"
Amy thought about his balls. Thick and round, they were covered with golden, corn- colored hair. When they had hung over her chin as she sucked him, she had felt them pulsate with life. She could almost see the masses of cum, boiling, churning, pushing against the wall of muscle at the base of his throbbing cock.
Her pussy lips pulsated around the root of his prick, sending an oozing stream of juice down the insides of her thighs. As the fluid cooled, slowly clotted just above her knees, she felt her insides jerk with growing ecstasy.
It had been easy, she thought. Too easy. She hated herself almost as much as she hated him.
"Fuck me," she heard herself moan. "God, shove that sweet prick up my cunt and blow me full of your hot cum."
"That's more like it," Ace said, grinning. "Thought you'd see it my way."
Oh, his cock felt good. So good! His prick slipped in and out of her glistening hole with greater force and speed. His balls slapped the insides of her thighs. The hair on his chest tickled her nipples. His rough, muscular legs were against hers, making her fully aware of his maleness. Yes, fucking was good. Very good!
"Like it?" Ace grunted, slapping his loins back and forth with greater speed. "Tell me how much you like getting fucked by a mean biker, little whore."
"Love... I love it," Amy said, honestly meaning her words at that moment. Again, she seemed to lose her identity, becoming a part of his massive cockshaft. "It's fantastic! You fuck so good, you bastard!"
Ace pulled away suddenly and picked something up off the floor. When he left her, Amy screamed. She was so empty, so devoid of pleasure without his cock.
"Don't stop!" she begged. "God, I can't take it when you stop fucking me."
"Don't want you to enjoy fucking much, little baby," Ace said, standing too and again thrusting his cock inside her boiling, bubbling pussy. "For every good thing, you gotta pay with a bad thing."
"Wha-what do you mean?" Amy stammered. She felt cold metal against her right tit. When she felt the full length of his cock once more, though, she didn't care about the metal. Nothing mattered except the thickness of his cock, how his prick tugged at her pussy like a clawing hand. "Oh, fuck me!" she cried out, seething with mounting passion.
Her words became a choking groan of pain when she felt her right tit flame with agony. She jerked her head down, ignoring the pain in her wrists as the ropes clit into her flesh. Her mouth fell open.
"No!" she screamed, seeing the jaws of the pliers he held in his right hand. They were biting around her nipple, slowly closing. "Nooooooo!"
"Yes, yes, yes!" Ace said, his voice a guttural groan of cruelty. "You cocksucking whore," he added, squeezing the handles of the pliers.
Amy thought she knew pain until that moment. How wrong she was. The pliers, as they chewed her nipple, were like a animal with razor-sharp teeth. The stabs of pain drilled into her body, pierced her nerves with raw intensity. The agony never culminated, never throbbed. It merely kept shooting upward until the pain stabbed in the base of her brain like a spike.
Suddenly, she was flooded with relief. He had released the pressure on the handles. At the same time, he jabbed fully inside her cunt with his cock.
"Like it?" Ace asked, withdrawing, then fucking back inside of her.
In answer, Amy uttered a strangled, gurgling groan. How was it possible for anything to be so beautiful and horrible at the same time? To suffer so much, and yet to be pushed so close to orgasm that she could taste the chalky flavor of pleasure in the back of her throat?
She felt the cold metal move across her tits, inching toward her left nipple.
"Aaaaghhhhhh!" she screamed, her face flushing with new terror. Now she knew what was in store for her, and that, somehow, made it ten times as bad. The pain was only memory, but the memory of what he had done was enough to make her shake with fear. "No! God, help me! No!"
The jaws of the pliers bit into the flesh of her left tit, coming together slowly, metal almost touching metal.
"Sweet baby," Ace whispered, nuzzling his face against her tits. As he squeezed the handles of the pliers, he kissed her right nipple. Taking the rubbery bud of her nipple into his mouth, he lapped at the bruised flesh. "Mmmmmm... so good," he murmured, his ass rhythmically moving back and forth.
Amy's body was flooded with sensations she couldn't even begin to understand, not that she wanted to. Her left tit was on fire with agony, her right was bathed in warm pleasure. Her pussy was throbbing with ecstasy, her mind exploding with terror.
Slowly, her orgasm-like some sort of animal-crept into her cunt and licked at her pussy walls. She felt a swelling, a grinding sensation. Heat flooded her cunt canal, and fuck-juices sloshed and oozed into her golden-red pussy hairs, gluing his balls to the insides of her thighs.
"Yes! Hurt me!" she shrieked. "Do it! God... do anything to me! I... I love it! I... I worship it!"
As the words spat from her mouth, they seemed to echo, to laugh at her. She felt degraded, used. And she loved it. It was as if she had been pushed into a world from which she would never return.
And at that moment, she knew that if she had the chance, she wouldn't want to return.
"Fuck meeeeee!" she wailed, her climax riddling her guts with furious, ultimate release. Her cunt throbbed like a swallowing throat, greedily sucking on his rock-hard cock. "Give it to me, motherfucker! Fuck me to death!"
"Yes, you cum-sucking whore," Ace growled, dropping the pliers to the floor. He immediately gobbled her left tit into his mouth and sank his teeth into the bruised flesh. "Take it, baby. Take my cock and fuck it up to your brains..."
One explosion after another shook Amy's insides. And each time she thought her climax couldn't possibly get better, it did. Soon, her body was trembling with pure, raw, total ecstasy.
"Oh, shit!" Ace grunted, grabbing her ass with both hands. He jerked her body against his, then stood on tiptoes. "I... I... fuck! Take it, little whore!" he yelled, locking his mouth on hers.
Amy felt his cock grow, pulsating with strength. She then felt the underside of his cockshaft vibrate with the churning cum juices from his shrinking balls. Suddenly, his cockhead ballooned, then burst with delicious, scalding warmth.
"Aieeeeeee!" she shrieked, lapping at his tongue as if trying to suck his tongue down her throat. "Unhhhhhh... yessssss!"
"Here!" Ace barked, slamming in a thick lump of boiling jism. "Fuck... it... here, cocksucker! Unhhhhhh... here!"
As each molten glob of fiery cum entered her, Amy felt new and even more wonderful sensations grip her insides. His creamy liquid soothed the torn pussy walls, ate into her flesh like a gentle acid. Soon, her cunt was full of cum and could accept no more. And as he plowed forward, shooting in more of his load, thick, greasy wads of jism rolled down the insides of her thighs.
Amy's pussy jerked with a final climax that seemed to last an eternity. She seemed to be floating in space, bathed in fire and ice at the same time. And nothing mattered but one thing.
Cock.
Delicious, cum-filled cock.
Big, hard, wonderful cock!
"All of it!" Ace said, punching in the last of his load. He squirmed his ass around, then held her tight. "Shit... every fucking drop!"
As her pleasures melted to delicate throbs, Amy felt herself return to reality. The darkness of the room, the filth, and the sweaty smell of Ace assaulted her senses violently. She shivered, again hating him for giving her such pain, such pleasure.
When he finally stumbled backward, letting his cock flip from her cunt, she looked at him, fire in her eyes.
She didn't care what he did to her now. What else was there he could possibly do? Sure, he could make her suck his prick again, or he could fuck her asshole. He could work her over with the pliers, the ropes, anything. She had reached the limit of all human feeling. Her mind and body were burned out.
"You fucking pig," she said evenly.
At that moment, they both realized it was a battle of wills. They gave each other curious looks, each wondering who would be the stronger, who would ultimately win.
Amy knew suddenly she would.
At the same time, Ace felt that he would.
After a few moments, Ace broke the silence.
"You're pretty sure of yourself, aren't you?" he asked.
"No," Amy countered, "but I'm pretty sure of you."
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" he asked, angry.
"It doesn't take much of a man to tie a woman up and rape her," Amy said, measuring her words carefully.
"I'm going to make you crawl, baby," Ace said, moving toward her. "I'm gonna make you beg me to tie you up. This cock of mine is going to be your God!"
Amy spat in his face.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Ace yanked at the ropes that held Amy. His move was so quick and violent, she thought for a moment that her wrists would explode from the pain. The hemp bit into her flesh like the teeth of a small animal.
"You bastard!" she grunted, her back aching. "You filthy, fucking-"
Her words were clit off when he slapped her hard, his hand leaving grayish-white knuckle marks. Her head flopped back so hard she heard her neck snap.
"Asshole time," he said lewdly, fumbling with the knots at her wrists. "Oh... yes, baby, asshole time."
Amy suddenly remembered the feel of his rock-hard cock grinding inside her asshole back at the hotel. She had been so stunned at the time, she hadn't fully realized just how bad being fucked in the ass had hurt.
"Don't," she whispered, feeling her insides tighten. She tried to make her voice sound pleading, but it came out as a mocking taunt. "Please, don't... I... I don't think I can take it."
Her tone infuriated Ace. He removed the last of the knots from her wrists and flung her to the floor. Immediately, he knelt over her and yanked her arms to the sides, then held them against the small of her back.
"You cunt!" he growled, wrapping the rope about her wrists once more. He tightened them until he saw her flesh turn a mottled purple. "Gonna tie you fucking up like the pig you are," he gasped, his chest heaving with excitement.
After he had bound her wrists, Amy felt herself jerked to a kneeling position. Again, her neck snapped because of the brutal move. Her legs were then torn apart, and she felt the biting pressure of more rope on her ankles.
"Spread-eagle," Ace said, his voice hoarse with expectation. His eyes were drilling into the delicate crack of her ass. "Then I'm gonna tear you open like a fucking pod, bitch."
As her body was jerked roughly, Amy felt new terror swell in her mind. Realizing she'd gone too far, and that, perhaps, she had underestimated him, she tried to think of the words that would stop this horror.
"You'll... hurt me," she said, feeling tears sting her cheeks. "You don't know how bad it feels to have your big cock up my ass."
"Oh, baby, I do know!" Ace said, his voice wild. "I know it feels soooo good."
While he spoke, he continued fumbling with the ropes. A few moments later, she lay on the floor, her legs stretched wide, each ankle bound with hemp. The ends of the rope were attached to bare wall studs, hardly leaving her enough slack to squirm around. He then took another section of rope and tied it around her neck.
"Gonna break you, baby," he said, straddling her thighs. "Gonna ride you like a fucking virgin colt and fuck you to pieces!"
He yanked on the rope that held her neck, causing her head to jerk back. At the same time, and with his left hand, he gouged the tip of his massive cock into the crack of her ass.
"Ohhhhhh!" Amy cried out, wondering which was worse, the stabs of pain in her neck or the torture she felt at the mouth of her asshole.
To get better leverage, Ace slipped his knees under her body and pulled her forward. As he did, his cockhead slipped more deeply inside her asshole. When he felt his crotch hairs grind into the soft crack of her ass, he leaned slightly forward and again pulled on the rope that squeezed her neck.
"How is it, whore?" he grunted, grabbing under her body with his left hand. He dug his fingers into the soft, bruised flesh of her breast and took the rubbery nipple between thumb and forefinger. "You like getting ridden like a goddamned mare?"
Amy couldn't imagine greater humiliation. Her resolve began melting, now overshadowed by the spasms of raw pain that constricted her guts.
"Jesus... please... it's killing me!" she gasped, her words barely able to escape her lips. The rope tightened, cutting off her air. She gave a gurgling moan, feeling her face flush with growing terror.
"Fuck it, cow!" Ace grunted, withdrawing his massive cock, then hammering his prick back in. "Take my big cock and love it right up to your cum-licking brains."
Pain swept through Amy's body like the flames of a blowtorch. His cock was growing, it seemed, pushing her guts together. And, for a moment, she would have sworn the tip of his shaft was driving right between her shoulder blades.
Suddenly, Ace released the pressure of the rope, allowing her to breathe. He leaned forward and chewed down on the back of her neck, reaching for her right breast with his other hand.
While he kneaded both tits and hammered his cock in and out of her asshole with increasing speed, Amy felt her insides loosen slightly. She exhaled loudly, savoring the gulps of air. The pain was still there-perhaps even worse-but she knew now she had gotten a reprieve. She wouldn't die.
Not this time anyway.
She let her mind drain of emotion, trying to block out what was happening. If he was going to treat her like a piece of meat, she would act like one. Even if the torture became unbearable, she would refuse to move.
Ace pumped his ass up and down savagely, tearing into her sensitive asshole with full force.
"Fuck it, cunt!" he yelled, darting his tongue into the silky strands of hair at the back of her neck. "Move with me, bitch. Show me how much you love getting fucked like this."
I will not move, Amy promised herself. I refuse to give him the pleasure. He can kill me first.
Slowly, as if drawn upward by a magnet, her hips rose. There was nothing she could do to stop herself.
"No!" she shrieked to her weak will. "God no!"
"OK, baby, you do the rest," Ace said, almost reading her mind. "I'm gonna just lay here. You do the fucking work."
Amy's ass lifted more quickly the second time. She then found herself squirming, sucking on his cock with her spasming ass muscles. She lowered herself, then jerked back upward.
"Ohhhhhh!" she gasped, biting her lower lip. "Please... not again."
A voice seemed to laugh in her mind. Yes, the voice said. Yes, Amy. You're fucking him and you love getting fucked. Think about his prick. His big, hard, delicious cock. Mmmmmmm, driving in and out. See how it stretches your opening? And the pain, it's good, isn't it?
"Yes," Amy spluttered, her body jerking with a desire she loathed. "I... I love it."
"Move your ass, bitch," Ace commanded. "Up and down. Suck on my cock like your asshole was a mouth."
Amy began doing exactly that. She thrust her ass up and down with lightning speed, molding her insides around his slippery cock. And each time his prickshaft stabbed into her burning ass, she felt her ecstasy increase dramatically.
"Yes, yes, yes!" she heard herself cry. "I... I want you to fuck me. I... need your big prick!"
"I told you I'd break you," Ace said, his voice trembling with pleasure. "Now fuck my cock for all you're worth."
Amy's mind became a total blank. She fucked his cock like an animal, almost as if trying to suck him totally inside her body. Cock in asshole... the slippery feel of foreskin dragging over her pulsating walls.
Cock... delicious... cock...
"Aieeeeeeee!" she screamed, fucking wildly beneath him. She writhed, pulling against the ropes at her wrists. She wanted to free her hands, to reach around, grab his firm, hairy ass and push him harder into her body. "Fuck!" she wailed, her climax so intense she thought the top of her head would blow off.
Ace watched as she fucked her ass up and down. She was moving so fast he had to hold onto her breasts to keep from being bucked off. Now this is a woman, he thought. She just doesn't realize how much woman she is. And, in a way, Ace hoped she couldn't be tamed.
"Oh, baby," he moaned, getting to his knees and holding her thighs. "I... I can't take it much longer. My cum is just begging to..."
"Fuck me!" Amy yelled, throwing her head to one side. "Fuck my ass full of cum, you bastard! I... I want gallons!"
Even as she said the words, she knew his prick was about to explode. She could feel the hard vibrations at the base of his cockshaft.
"Jesus... fucking... Christ!" Ace grunted, plunging savagely into her asshole. "It's good... too fucking good."
His cum-load swept upward, jabbing through the constricted muscle at the root of his prick. The fiery liquid seemed to collect inside his cockhead, then burst into her ass with agonizing pleasure. Immediately, another thick wad shot from his cum-hole. His climax was so forceful, he could hear the squishing sounds as his fuck cream sloshed around his thrusting prickshaft.
When the milky warmth of his jism pierced her guts, Amy almost lost her sanity. The liquid seemed to sear into her very soul. She was drenched with sweat, every muscle in her body taut with releasing ecstasy.
"God!" she wailed, her voice strangled with desire. "Fuck... fuck me!"
Ace leaned forward, heaving over her body. He then jabbed into her asshole with all the force he could muster. His two hundred pounds centered themselves in her delicate asshole, stretching, pulling.
"Take my prick, you fucking cocksucker!" he barked. "Every goddamned drop... eat it... eat it up to your brains and fuck me dry!"
Amy's body went limp suddenly. She was spent, totally exhausted. As pleasure surged into her body like a tidal wave, she uttered small moans, scraping her teeth across the gritty floor.
"Unhhhhh... there," Ace said, plunging forward, driving the last of his cum from his cock. He squirmed his ass around, then fell over her body. "Shit... that was the best... the fucking best! I... I..."
The next few moments were a delicious eternity for Amy. She could feel the pressure of his throbbing cock, almost see the creamy wads of cum sweep over her churning ass walls. She could feel his balls as they snuggled into the crack of her ass, feel the rough hairs of his crotch. Most of all, she enjoyed the way his hard, sweaty, muscular body enfolded her.
As the pleasures subsided, however, she felt a new flush of humiliation. Couldn't she, just once, control her own emotions? Was she one of those kinds of girls who thought of nothing but cock?
She almost laughed. How long had it been since she'd denied Brian access to her pussy? It seemed like a million years ago, yet it had been only one day. She'd probably done more fucking in that one day period than most women did in a lifetime.
She was confused. Who did she have to blame... thank? This bastard? This animal with his big cock, his hard muscles, his handsome face?
"Well?" Ace whispered, interrupting her thoughts.
"Well what?" Amy said.
"You ready to fuck again?" he asked.
"Again?" Amy asked, repeating the word as if it were somehow foreign.
"You were screaming for cock so bad, I just guessed you wanted some more," Ace said, his voice cruel, triumphant.
Frankly, she did want more fucking. Christ, she could fuck twenty-four-hours-a-day! She wouldn't admit her desire to him, however. She wouldn't give him that satisfaction.
"Do what you want," she said, her voice steady and controlled. "You will anyway."
"Still playing games, huh?" Ace said, pulling away from her body. "Well, baby," he added, standing, "it's up to you. You can take that attitude until you croak. I don't give a shit. To me, you're just another piece of ass. And when I'm through with you, I'll just find someone else."
Amy felt suddenly frightened, more with her thoughts than anything else. She didn't want him to be finished with her. She wanted him to keep her tied up and to fuck her over and over. She wanted his cock desperately. She knew she would do anything to fully enjoy all he had to offer. She would endure the pain, the pleasure, the humiliation. With him, she had become a woman. No longer was she the little girl hiding her virginity, but a cock-hungry woman!
"OK, cunt," Ace said, "suit yourself."
He untied the ropes at her ankles and picked her up off the floor. Unceremoniously, he dumped her on the bed and again bound her feet to the mattress frame. He removed the bonds from her wrists and yanked her hands to her sides. After attaching ropes to her wrists, he tied them to the headboard.
Amy wanted to scream that she wanted him, needed the feel of his cock again. Something told her, however, that if she did, he might untie her and make love to her tenderly, lovingly. Somehow, that disgusted her. She didn't want to be submissive. She wanted to be violently taken. Only through pain and humiliation could she reach those delicious heights of pleasure.
"You animal," she said, lifting one eyebrow. "You think you can fuck? I've only had two cocks, and you're definitely second-rate. You hear that? Only two, and you're the worst!''
She saw anger flash in his eyes and knew that she had scored. The muscles in his neck knotted up, and his face turned purple with rage.
"Is that a fucking fact?" Ace said, scrambling to the bed. "I'll show you a fucking, you goddamned bitch! I'll fuck the fucking shit out of you!"
It worked, Amy thought, hoping he couldn't read the anticipation in her eyes. He would rape her again. He would fuck that horrible-that wonderful-cock in her body! She would feel his cum boiling inside her.
She looked at his muscular body and saw his rock-hard cock slap his hairy stomach. She felt her throat constrict with pleasure and hoped that he would hurry. Her body was itching, begging for the feel of his slippery prick.
Ace lunged forward with his full weight, crushing his body down on hers. He dug his toes into the mattress, then heaved upward, driving the full length of his prick deeply into her pussy. As his balls crawled up the insides of her thighs and finally rested just at the bottom of her crack, he chewed down on her mouth and thrust his tongue between her lips.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" Amy screamed. Pain and pleasure riddled her body like icy-hot needles.
"Fuck it, you goddamned whore!" Ace said, his voice a wet growl in the back of her throat. "Fuck it in and love it!"
Amy fought him, or tried to make him think she was fighting him. She writhed and bucked. She constricted her cunt muscles to spit him out. Her ploy worked. He began fucking in and out wildly, his cock tearing into her pussy like a cattle prod. His balls slapped against her thighs like fists.
"Fuck my cock!" Ace commanded. "Goddamn you! Fuck it!"
Amy let herself go completely. She accepted his driving prick with every ounce of her strength. She squeezed and tugged and milked his hard contractions.
"Fuck me," she groaned, her voice muffled against his lips. "All the way in, you bull stud. Cum... give me your hot cum."
Ace plowed into her pussy with everything he had. Soon, his ass was bobbing up and down in a fleshy blur, his body smacking against hers like applause. Every muscle in his body tightened, and his skin glistened with sweat.
"Sweet... tight... pussy!" he groaned, fucking wildly, trying to split her apart. He would make her love fucking him. "Fuck me!" he ordered. "Goddamn you, slut! Fuck me!"
Amy was caught up in pure, total passion as his prick filled her cunt with warmth. His cockshaft was like a fist, stretching and pulling. She heaved upward, sucking the entire slab of his prick into her cunt. As her pussy lapped at the root of his cock like a mouth, her insides flamed with a sudden explosion of raw pleasure.
"Mmmmnnnnnnn!" she screamed, biting his tongue until she tasted the salty flavor of blood. "Fuck! Fuck meeeeeee!"
As her orgasm peaked savagely, her spasming cunt seemed to yank Ace's jism from his balls. The sensation was almost painful, like the crunch of a pulled tooth. The juices splattered deeply into her body, seemed to burst, then surrounded his plunging cockshaft.
"Ohhhhh... fuck," he grunted, withdrawing, then plowing back inside. The second, then third massive wads of cum shot from his ballooning cockhead. "All of it, baby," he moaned. "God... all of... it!"
They molded themselves together, pulling and shoving, until, finally, they stopped all movement, their bodies- aching with exhaustion. It was several long moments before either had the energy to speak. Ace broke the silence.
"You're good, you know that?" he said, one adversary speaking to another. "But you're not good enough."
"What do you mean?" Amy asked. She was through with games. She didn't care what happened. She would tell him how much she loved fucking, how she would probably never feel this way with any other man, not even her husband. "Ace, I-" she began, trying to find the words.
"Just shut the fuck up, OK?" Ace said, interrupting. "I got big plans for you."
He bounded off the bed, leaving her feeling empty when his cock slipped from her spent pussy. He reached for his clothes and walked toward the door.
"No!" Amy cried out, wanting him to stay, trying desperately to find the words.
"I... I..."
"Hang on, slut!" Ace spat. "Since you've only had two cocks, I'll make sure you have a lot to compare me with."
Amy drew a blank. What was he talking about? And anyway, who cared how he compared with others? She wanted him. God, she wanted that big cock!
"I'm gonna give you an army of big cocks," Ace said, opening the door. He shot her a cruel grin and added, "And some of the guys aren't, uh, as nice as I am."
Amy thought of Buddy. Was he going to send him in here to rape her?
"No... please," she moaned. She wanted him, not Buddy. Not anyone! Just him!
He walked out, slamming the door.
Amy fell back, her mind churning with desperation. Why couldn't she have told him what she meant? Why did it have to come to this?
Now she was going to be fucked again, probably by more cocks than she cared to count. If he was the leader of a motorcycle gang, there were most likely ten, fifteen members, at least.
Would they march in and fuck her over and over?
Amy shivered.
Perhaps that's why I didn't say anything, she mused. Maybe I do want more cocks-ten, fifteen different cocks poking into my pussy, into my mouth, filling me with cum.
"Is that what I want?" she asked herself aloud.
She knew the answer before she even asked the question.
CHAPTER EIGHT
How many times had she been fucked, Amy wondered? Had it been twenty times? Fifty? She couldn't remember.
She lay in a pool of cum. Every muscle in her body and throat ached with its own separate and distinct ache. Her cunt was raw, inflamed. A film of cum was in her throat, trickles of creamy fluid clotted at her ears.
She wished she could say she had hated being gang-fucked but she hadn't. From the first cock, she had adored every delicious poke of prick, worshiped the blasting juices that flooded her body.
They had fucked her one by one at first, then two fucked her at the same time. And just a few moments ago, she had had a cock up her cunt, one in her asshole and one in her mouth.
Only two members of the gang remained. They had been drinking beer and discussing something about motorcycles while waiting their turn. They had passed a joint back and forth, hardly looking at her. It was almost staged, Amy thought, as if Ace had given them numbers, instructions, told them what to do.
She almost laughed, realizing that was probably what he had done. And further, finally, he had saved both the worst and best for last. She looked at the two men, her eyes trailing over their leather-clad bodies.
Scott was one of them, the good-looking one. The other was called something odd, silly. Cam Shaft-that was his name.
Cam Shaft was large, big-boned, his lips thick and wet. His matted, brown hair was greasy, and even from this distance, she could smell his rancid body. His hands were thick and large, his nails embedded with years of grease and dirt.
The other one, however, was enough to make any girl's blood boil. He stood well over six feet and the clothes couldn't hide the fact that he was brawny, muscular. His face was angular, perfectly handsome. Dark, smoldering lashes partially hid expressive, blue eyes. His teeth were even and white, strong. His hair was chocolate brown, sweeping about his face, setting off the squareness of his jaw.
"Aren't you going to take your turn?" Amy asked Scott.
"Soon as I finish this joint," Scott answered without looking at her.
"Then, I guess it's up to me," Cam Shaft said, rising, tugging at his belt.
Amy felt cheated. If she were to be fucked again, why couldn't she have Scott? Instead, this blubbery animal was going to...
"Oh!" she gasped, looking at his enormous cock as his prick sprang from his dirty jeans. No wonder they called him Cam Shaft! He had the biggest cock she could imagine! His prick looked more like an arm.
The man removed the rest of his clothing, then gave Amy a hungry grin. He rubbed his belly and walked toward the bed.
"You like my cock?" he asked, kneeling next to her.
Amy was both revolted and fascinated at the same time. The man's body was thick and ponderous-looking, covered with short, wiry hairs. He was ugly, disgusting. But that prick!
She licked her lips, wondering how she would be able to take all that cock into her cunt. Christ, his prick would tear her apart!
"Hey, baby, you like my prick?" the man said again, straddling her waist. He held his cock down and rubbed the tip of his prick over her upturned breasts. "Hmmmmmm?"
"You're... so big!" she gasped, still unable to believe the tremendous size of his cock. "It won't fit."
Suddenly, she realized that he wasn't going to fuck her. Instead, he was going to make her suck his prick! The idea of that cock in her throat was both terrifying and delicious at the same time.
"Oh, Jesus!" she groaned, turning her head to one side. His crotch smelled awful, like a sweaty armpit. Only much worse... She felt her stomach rumble.
"Hey, baby, suck my prick a little," the man said. "All the girls love ol' Cam's big cock."
Amy struggled, trying to pull away, but the ropes at her hands and feet wouldn't allow anything but the smallest movement. If Ace wanted to truly torture her, he had certainly found the right way. This man was going to kill her with that monster cock of his!
"Open up like a good little girl," the man said, nuzzling the tip of his cock against her chin. "Try it," he added, laughing, "You'll like it.''
Amy had no other choice but to obey. She opened her mouth slowly and felt the softness of his cockhead against her teeth. Somehow, her lips stretched around the thick ball and sucked in the acrid-tasting foreskin.
"Mmmmmffff," she gurgled, her eyes widening. From this angle, and so close, his prick looked to be two feet long. She uttered another muffled groan, inhaling deeply. She knew when that thing got inside her throat it would be impossible to breathe.
"See?" the man said, grinning down at her face. "You can take it. Now let's see how much more prick you can take."
Amy felt the hard pressure of his cockshaft as he inched forward. The thick cockhead slipped across the roof of her mouth, squeezing out her cheeks, then brushed against her tonsils. She hadn't even made a dent in it! His crotch hairs seemed a mile away still!
"Aaaghhhhhhh," she choked, her lips sliding further up his rubbery cockshaft.
"Wow! You're taking more of my prick than any girl ever has before," the man said, placing his hands behind her head. "Christ, I wonder if you can take it all?" he mused aloud.
Never! Not in a million years!
Amy struggled, now unable to breathe. Her throat was clogged with hard, pulsating cock. And he was still squeezing in more prick.
Cam stopped suddenly, squirmed his ass around and withdrew slowly. After holding his monstrous cockhead between her teeth for several seconds, he increased the pressure of his hands behind her head and lunged forward.
As if in slow motion, Amy felt his prick glide back into the back of her throat, then nudge downward. As her throat filled totally with raw, rock-hard cock, she felt her chest burn, ready to explode.
"Almost, baby," the man grunted. "Almost every fucking inch..."
Amy felt his crotch hairs grind into her nostrils, then his balls throb as they hung over her chin. Somehow he had managed to force the entire length inside her throat, and she was still alive!
Cam held himself inside her mouth for a couple of more seconds, then slowly pulled back. As his cockhead slipped against the insides of her cheeks, he felt his loins ache with lusty desire. He'd never had a girl before who could even manage half of his cock, and here this bitch had taken it all!
"Christ... Ace was right," he said, stabbing back inside her throat. "You're the finest cocksucker in the world!"
Amy shivered with growing terror. Before, he had gone slowly, just barely stretching her throat. Now, he was fucking in and out with growing speed. She just couldn't take his prick. She struggled, desperately trying to spit his monster cock out.
"Hey, suck!" Cam said pushing forward so hard his stomach slapped her forehead. "Ah... that's it, cocksucker... all the way in..."
Since Amy hadn't the strength to fight his enormous power, she had no choice but to lie back and take his brutal assault. She took a quick breath when he withdrew his cock. She closed her eyes.
Seconds later, as she felt her throat muscles loosen, the pain melted away. Suddenly, pleasure flooded her mouth and throat. Could it be possible?
"Suck on my cock with your cum-sucking mouth!" Cam said, fucking in and out with full force. "Ahhhh, that's better, cocksucker. Make your mouth like a sweet, hot pussy."
Amy constricted her lips, trapping him inside her throat. She then relaxed, letting him slide out. Hardly able to believe what she was doing, she found that sucking Cam's cock was nice.
More than nice.
That big, hard cock was delicious!
She began writhing beneath him, working on his prick with her teeth, her lips, her tongue. In fact, she suddenly realized that she could probably even take more!
"Mmmmmmmmm," she murmured, inhaling the heady, sweaty aroma of his crotch.
"Shit, she's so fucking good!" the man grunted, "I... I think I'm gonna blow any second!"
With such a huge prick, Amy wondered how much cum he would have. And would his jism taste as delicious as the others? She felt his balls throb, pulsate like nothing she'd ever experienced. And from the salty taste in the back of her mouth, she knew he was just seconds away from blowing his creamy cum-load. Her throat was on fire, begging for the scalding fluid.
"Mmmffffff!" she choked, thrashing about, thrusting her hips up and down. Her climax built quickly, riddling her insides with dark pleasure. She moaned again, her ecstasy reaching a level that almost bordered pain.
"Oh, fuck! Now!" the man said, falling against her face with his full weight. He felt his cum blow from his balls and shoot up the center of his cockshaft. As his jism exploded from his cockhead, he began rocking back and forth. "Suck, bitch! Goddamn you! Suck!" he gasped.
When the molten shower of cum blasted her throat, Amy's pleasure became violent. The heat from his climax melted down her throat, warmed her stomach, then burned in her guts. Her pussy was a sudden torrent of release, twitching and spasming like her throat.
"Aaaaghhhhhh!" she gurgled, air and cum mixing, rattling down her throat.
"Fuck! All of it, you whore," the man said, shooting in more of his jism. He could now feel his fuck juices collect in her mouth and slosh around his cock before it drained into her stomach. "Every goddamned drop, you cock-licking cum-eater, you!"
As Amy's ecstasy culminated with fiery throbs, she froze, then lay back. As her head was slapped around by his furious, stabbing cock, she felt her cheeks burn with the overflowing juices. Soon, her chin, her neck, her ears were coated with his milky release.
At last, the man punched in a final glob of cum and squirmed his ass around. He stayed like that for a long while, letting his cock throb to a half-hard state. Then he pulled to one side.
"Shit! Christ!" he exclaimed, "when Ace gets through with you, I sure as hell want you for my own."
Is this what Ace did, Amy wondered? Passed his captured women around when he was finished with them? Obviously. Suddenly, she hated him more than ever. Why wasn't it him fucking her instead of this blubbery clod?
"Take a walk," she heard a deep voice say. Across the room, the other-and the last- man stood. "Time for Scott to have a little fun," he said, tugging at his clothes.
"Aw, I'm not through," Cam said, pushing out his lower lip. "I was gonna-"
"There's the door," Scott said. "Close it from the other side."
Reluctantly, Cam did as he was told, leaving Amy and Scott alone in the room. A few moments later, he was naked, nearing the bed.
Amy let her gaze trail over his nude body. Scott was almost as muscular and good- looking as Ace. In fact, they could have passed for brothers.
"Your turn, I guess," Amy said, trying to make herself sound as if she didn't want him near her. "Well, go ahead."
"Hold on, lady," Scott said. "If you don't want my cock, you don't have to have it."
To Amy's amazement, he moved back to where his clothes lay in a pile. He picked up his shirt and began thrusting one hand into a sleeve.
"No!" Amy said quickly, lifting her head. "I... I, that is, I don't want you to leave."
Scott treated her to one of his rare smiles.
"You mean you like this?" he asked, his brows furrowing, a smirk on his lips. "I mean, all tied up and getting raped over and over again?"
Amy didn't know what she wanted. Certainly, at first, she had despised the brutal fucking, but Ace had changed her mind for her. He had turned her into another person, made her come to grips with her own passion. And to think, she could have gone for years without discovering her real feelings!
"Yes, I guess I do," she admitted, finally, to him and herself. "I... y-yes, I do," she said again, her voice stronger.
"Well, baby, you just tell ol' Scott what you like best, and the world is yours." He laughed, again approaching the bed.
"Untie me and-"
"Hey, I can't do that," Scott said, shaking his head. "Ace would be pissed as shit."
"I mean, untie me," Amy continued, "but fuck me from behind."
"You want fucked in the ass?" Scott said, licking his lips.
"My ass, my pussy, mmmmmmmm, all over," Amy said, shivering with pleasure. With her back to him, she could pretend he was Ace. "And... and make it hurt," she said, her voice shaking. "Make it hurt good!"
It was obvious that what she proposed excited Scott. He quickly removed the bonds at her feet and hands, then turned her onto her stomach. Again he tied her up. Then he knelt between her outstretched legs. His cock was so hard, so ready for action, that his prick was slapping his stomach, sounding like snapping fingers.
"Hurry," Amy said hungrily. "Stick your big cock in me, and fuck me to death. And... and do my tits. Chew on them. Bite me hard!"
Scott fell against her body and licked into her armpit. After turning her slightly to get a better angle at her tits, he stabbed his teeth into the delicate flesh just beneath the rubbery nipple of her right tit. At the same time, he jabbed his cock savagely into her asshole.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" Amy screamed, flinching wildly as the twin sensations of pain and pleasure riddled her insides. "That's it! Oh, God, yes, that's it!"
Scott removed his cock from her asshole with a quick move, then humped further down on the bed. When his cockhead found her slick cunt hole, he slammed forward with all his might. As his shaft drilled into the tiny, puckered pussy canal, he jerked his head up, scraping his teeth over her sensitive, yielding flesh. Her rose-colored nipple slipped noisily from his lips.
"Again!" Amy yelled. "Chew me up and eat me!"
Scott bit down on her tit again as he fucked his cock in and out as quickly as possible. His large hands were at her sides, his long, well-shaped fingers kneading into her soft contours.
"Fuck it, you fucking cocksucker!" he groaned, his body tightening. "Take my big cock and eat it right up to your cum-hungry brains."
Amy began moving with him, matching him stroke for stroke. And each time his cock pierced her cunt, she felt her pleasure increase, her pussy juices boil. Suddenly, her pussy was desperately empty. He had pulled out. Instantly, however, he plowed back down, ripping his cockhead into her asshole.
"Yessssss!" she hissed between clenched teeth. "Like that! Both holes! Fuck... fuck me all over, you big, goddamned, bull-cock stud!"
Scott began fucking in and out of her cunt and asshole with every bit of strength he could muster. At the same time, he chewed and licked on her tits like a starving animal. Soon, the room was filled with their groans, his smacking noises, the slapping of flesh on flesh.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Amy shrieked, unable to take the intensity of the raw pleasure. She felt as if a giant fist were tearing into her pussy and asshole. And each time his massive cockhead slammed into her guts, the sensations increased. "Aieeeeeeee!" she wailed at last, her agonized ecstasy rushing through her body with wild pulsations.
"Fuck you, cocksucker!" Scott gurgled, pulling on her tits with his teeth and lips. "Fuck my big cock in and suck out my cum!"
"Give it to me, you bastard!" Amy screamed, jerking and thrashing about as if she were on fire. "Shoot a whole gallon of hot, juicy cum in me!"
She felt his cock grow so rigid that his prick felt like rubber-covered iron. Then, seconds later, his cock exploded with searing warmth. Massive globs of thick, creamy jism burst first into her cunt, then into her asshole. The third wad showered the insides of her thighs, but the bulk of his load streamed into her guts.
"Oh... fucking... God, take every drop!" Scott growled, plowing in the remaining lumps of cum. He jerked himself forward, moving his lips back into her armpit. As his ass slowly and rhythmically ceased its fucking motion, his chest heaved against her back. "The fucking best, baby," he murmured. "Christ, the best..."
Amy snuggled beneath him, feeling her soft flesh mold against his muscles. It felt so good like this, to be surrounded by a man, to feel his wiry hairs, to feel the way his cock pulsated inside her body.
"Oh, Ace," she whispered, "thank you..."
"Ace?" Scott said, coming back to life.
"I mean," Amy began, embarrassed that she'd said her thoughts aloud, "I was just... I think that, well..."
"Ace, huh?" Scott laughed. "I'll tell you one thing about that fucker. He sure has a way with women."
"Yes, I know," Amy admitted.
"Want me to go get him for you?" Scott asked.
"Where is he?" Amy asked.
"He went out back. He's been sitting there all afternoon. I've never seen him act so weird before," Scott said.
"Would you?" Amy said, feeling her heart skip a beat.
"Sure, kid," Scott said, grinning. "Anything for my brother."
"He's your brother?" Amy said, pleasantly surprised. "I... I thought you looked a lot alike."
"Yeah," Scott said, moving toward the pile of clothing, "but he always managed to get the best women."
"You could have anyone you wanted," Amy said honestly. "You're good, Scott. Very good."
"Thanks," the man said, struggling with his jeans. "I'll tell him you want him."
A few seconds after he was gone, Amy relaxed and closed her eyes. In a few minutes, she would explain everything. She was still a little angry, but even that was melting to affection.
When the door opened, she jerked her head up.
"Ace?" she called out.
"No, it's Carla," a feminine voice said. "Remember your promise?"
Amy was about to object when she heard the woman give a small sob.
"You're crying," Amy said. "What's... wrong?"
"You're going to take Ace away from me, aren't you?" Carla said, a mixture of anger and resignation in her voice.
"What do you mean?" Amy said quickly, knowing full well what the woman meant.
"I came close," Carla said, sighing. "Hell, baby, I came so close to having him. One time he tied me up like this, and I... well, I fell in love with him. There were others, of course, but he always came back to me. That is, until you."
"He... he doesn't love me," Amy said, enjoying the sound of the words.
"Well, what ever you call what a biker feels," Carla said. "Love, hell, sex, it's all the same thing."
"Thank you, Carla," Amy said, a smile playing at the corner of her mouth. "Thank you for making me understand."
"Understand what?" Carla asked, caught off guard.
"That when I leave here, and I hope I can leave soon, I'm going to make a very good wife for my husband," Amy said.
"You mean that?" Carla asked quickly, wiping the tears from her cheeks. "You really mean that?"
"Yes," Amy sighed. "And now for that promise."
CHAPTER NINE
"Lick my pussy," Amy said softly, her eyes on Carla's beautiful face. "There's lots of cum in there for you to lick out."
"God... what a way to suck cream," Carla murmured, her mouth watering as she looked at the jism-splattered patch of cunt hair. "Those guys must have screwed a gallon of cum in you," she added, kneeling down on the bed.
"Oh, it was so good," Amy confided. "And to think, just twenty-four hours ago, I didn't even want a cock. And now, I can't seem to get my fill!"
"Well, I can tell you this," Carla surmised. "They must have liked you pretty good, too. They're all in there crashed out like they're dead."
While Carla undressed, Amy took in the girl's features. She was soft and delicate, her hair sweeping about a deeply tanned, oval face. Her eyes were dark blue, large and expressive. The most striking features, however, were the soft contours of her body. Massive tits gave way to a waspish waist, to full, rounded hips and long, lean legs.
"You're beautiful," Amy said, looking at the triangular patch of chocolate-brown cunt hair. "Beautiful... all over."
"So are you," Carla whispered, her voice trembling with excitement. "And I'm going to kiss you all over." She placed her hands on the tops of Amy's thighs, then paused. "Want me to untie you?" she asked.
"Not yet," Amy said. She liked the idea of doing this with herself stretched out, vulnerable. "When I lick your pussy, you can untie me then."
As Carla kneaded the soft flesh of Amy's thighs, she lowered her face down to the steamy, cum-smeared patch of red-gold cunt hair. Carla took a quick breath when her nose was just a few inches from the silky bush, then darted out her pink tongue.
"Hurry," Amy whispered, lifting her head, watching Carla's mouth. "I... I want you to lick me out and... and... God, just hurry!"
As she said the last few words, she felt the warmth of Carla's lips, then the probing of her tongue. A swelling inside her pussy caused her to flinch. Her pussy was so tender, and it was so delicious being kissed this way. Carla made Amy appreciate just how rough a man can be. Again, Amy thought of Ace.
"Lick my pussy like Ace licks yours," she said to Carla.
"Mmmmmm, I don't know," Carla said, grinning. "He's... well, pretty mean sometimes."
"Be mean," Amy begged. "Just... just like him, OK?"
Carla placed her hands to the sides of Amy's cunt, revealing the jism-coated pussy walls. She then jabbed her tongue fully inside, sliding her tongue tip over Amy's fluttering cunt walls. The acrid taste of cum etched the back of her throat like acid. Combined with the perfumy aroma of cunt juice, the smell almost drove Carla wild. She bared her teeth and bit around the base of Amy's throbbing clit,
"Ohhhhhh, yes!" Amy cried, throwing her head back and forth. "Make it good, baby. Chew me up, and eat my pussy."
Carla's eyes were half-closed with ecstasy. The delicious taste of cum and the heady aroma of Amy's insides made the muscles in Carla's throat ache as they never had before.
"So sweet," Carla gurgled, lapping a huge glob of cum into her mouth. "Mmmmmm, you want some of this?"
"Yes," Amy said quickly. "Kiss me."
While holding the lump of jism in her mouth, Carla kissed upward, sliding her greasy lips over Amy's smooth, flat stomach and through the valley of her upturned tits. She then locked her mouth around Amy's and thrust her tongue deeply inside.
"Aaahhhhhhh," Amy groaned, sucking on the sticky fluid while she chewed on Carla's probing tongue. "Cum... delicious... more... yes... eat," she said, as if in a dream.
After emptying all the cum into the back of Amy's mouth, Carla kissed her way downward, pausing at Amy's mounds of tits. Carla played with the bruised, pink nipples, then inched her way across the smooth, yielding flesh of Amy's stomach. When her chin brushed against the furry growth between Amy's legs, Carla slipped her right hand under Amy's ass and stabbed her middle finger into the crack of the girl's ass.
"Ohhhhh... yessss!" Amy cried, her passion building. "Eat me and fuck me and... yes!"
Carla bit down on Amy's cunt like a striking snake, gouging her tongue deeply inside. While her tongue flickered in and out of Amy's smoldering hole, Carla fucked her finger in and out of the girl's asshole.
"Untie me!" Amy commanded. "I... I want your pussy too!"
"Mmmmmm, not yet," Carla said, smacking noisily on Amy's pussy. "Gonna eat you alive first."
Amy didn't know how much longer she could take this delicious torture. Carla's tongue was almost like a cock, but more yielding. It seemed to slip into places Amy didn't even know she had. Soon, Amy's insides were a cauldron. She jerked against the bonds that held her hands and feet, feeling the rough hemp clit into her flesh.
Suddenly, she jerked, throwing her head to one side and screaming. Her orgasm hit her wildly, savagely. Not as intense as when she had gotten fucked with a cock, but just as wonderful. The sensations seemed to melt upward, hold her a few seconds, then explode.
As Amy's climax exploded with full force, Carla felt her tongue sucked deeply inside the milky cunt hole. The smell of sex was in Carla's nostrils, inflaming her with desire. Carla squeezed her knees together to relieve some of the horrible itch she was feeling, but her action only made her desire Amy more.
"You... you say you want my pussy?" she asked, her voice husky with ecstasy.
"Yes!" Amy shrieked. "I... I want your cunt so bad I can taste it!"
"Then taste it, sweetheart," Carla said, straddling Amy's middle, then working her body further upward. Her cunt slipped over the upturned mounds of tit, then seemed to melt into the hollow of Amy's throat. "Strap my cunt on like a gas mask and suck on me," she murmured, leaning forward.
Amy's eyes were glazed with pleasure as she looked at Carla's dark patch of glistening cunt hair. Slowly, Amy's lips parted and her tongue thrust out. Only four inches away. She could see the pearl-like drops of pussy juice. Two inches now. She could smell Carla's perfume, feel the steam billow into her nostrils.
When Carla's hot cunt pressed against her mouth, another massive convulsion of raw pleasure tore into Amy's guts. She humped and writhed wildly, jerking against the ropes until she felt the sticky residue of blood on her wrists. There was no pain, however, only sweet, delicious, beautiful pleasure.
And hot pussy that was delicious and creamy and inviting.
Amy thrust her tongue deeply inside Carla's cunt and curled her tongue tip, drawing it over Carla's vibrating, slick pussy walls. The flavor, the aroma seemed to engulf Amy's entire body, eat into her flesh. Another pulsating climax ate at her guts like a tiny animal.
"Mmmmfffff," Amy groaned, gobbling upward, her throat begging for more of the fantastic cunt fluid. "Pussy... sweet pussy," Amy murmured, nibbling at Carla's hard, throbbing clit.
Carla crushed her body down firmly on Amy's mouth, then squirmed her ass around. Wave after wave of convulsive pleasure swept in and out of her cunt. Slowly, Carla's climax built, then exploded, sending a shower of warmth into each cell of her body.
"Aaaaghhhhh!" Carla screamed, freezing for a second. As the ecstasy peaked violently, she began thrusting her ass up and down, sucking the stabbing tongue more deeply inside her bursting cunt. And each time the slippery organ inched inside her, Carla felt another convulsion of pleasure, causing her lungs to spit air and saliva from the back of her throat.
For several long moments, they molded themselves together, cunt against mouth, until they fell apart, their tits heaving with exhausted satisfaction.
A short while later, Amy licked the residue of cunt juice from her lips and looked at Carla's dreamy expression.
"Get these ropes off me," Amy whispered. "Let's do it... together, OK?"
"Anything you say," Carla said, scrambling off the bed.
When Amy was at last free, it took several seconds to get the blood flowing back into her hands and feet. She'd been tied up since she'd arrived here. Although she was bruised and torn, she looked at her wounds proudly, like badges of honor.
"Let's go slow and easy," Amy said, taking over. She moved to the foot of the bed after pushing Carla on her back. She then positioned herself so that her cunt was just above Carla's face, and her own face was over Carla's steamy, slick crack of pussy.
"Let's eat each other up really good," Amy suggested, murmuring, darting her tongue into the bushy hairs.
While she licked and nibbled at the warm, inviting cunt, it suddenly dawned on Amy that she could escape if she wanted to. The idea, however, almost made her laugh. Why would she want to escape from this, this fantastic mound of sweet pussy? And why would she want to escape from the prick she would get in a few minutes.
Ace's big, hard cock!
She closed her eyes, pretending that it was his crotch she was licking. She would take the hairs and pull them between her teeth, suck in the juices, mold her mouth over his cock. She would-
"Interrupting anything?" she heard a voice say.
"Ace!" both women said at the same time.
"Hey, don't stop," Ace said, moving toward the bed. "I might learn something."
Amy found it impossible to read his expression. Was he still angry? Was this another horrible game? Would she do as he asked, only to be slapped in the face again?
"Go ahead," Ace said again, sitting beside them on the bed. "Let's see which one of you can lick pussy the best."
Although embarrassed, Amy went back to Carla's cunt. While she licked in and out, however, she kept her eyes on Ace, wondering what he was thinking.
Ace looked at the two naked bodies and felt his cock spring to life. Christ, two sets of sweet tits and those licking tongues... his throat ached just thinking about chewing on those two clits.
And this Amy character. He just couldn't figure her out. Hell, she'd be more than easy to fall in love with. That is, if Carla weren't in the picture. Shit, why not start a fucking harem?
"What's so funny?" Amy asked, lifting her head when she saw him smile.
Amy was about to ask what about, when Scott entered the room, then whistled.
"Jesus, Ace, you gonna keep them all to yourself?" he asked.
"Oh, I thought about it," Ace said, laughing.
"Well, shit! Be your brother's keeper and let me have one of them," Scott said, tearing open his jeans.
"Which one of you?" Ace asked, looking first at Carla then Amy.
Amy turned and exchanged glances with Carla. Without saying a word, Amy made it clear to Carla that this would be the last time she fucked Ace and that she would leave afterwards. She wouldn't try to interfere between Carla and Ace.
"I'll take on Scott," Carla said, moving from beneath Amy. "That OK with you, Amy?"
Amy eyed Ace's huge, pulsating cock.
"That's just fine," she said softly, looking up at Ace's big smile.
CHAPTER TEN
"Come on, I'll take you home," Ace said, taking Amy by the hand. "Get your clothes."
Meekly, Amy obeyed. When she started to dress, however, Ace tugged on her arm. He led her through the house, to the back.
The early evening air felt wonderful against Amy's bare flesh, making her feel very alive. She walked with Ace, not knowing where they were going, not caring. It was enough just to be close to him, to feel the heat from his body.
"I haven't always been a bad ass," he began, almost shyly. "You know, the typical biker shitkicker?"
"You don't have to explain yourself to me," Amy said quietly.
As if not hearing, Ace continued. "All that stuff, you've probably heard. Born on a mountain, raised in a cave, bikin' and fuckin' is all that I crave." He stopped, taking a deep breath. "Well, I guess that's what it's all about for me," he sighed, although there wasn't a hint of resignation in his voice.
"And I want to be a good wife," Amy said, then laughed. "Guess we're worlds apart, huh?"
"Yeah," Ace admitted. "You mean you don't feel, you know, mad or anything? Gonna call the cops on me?"
"Look," Amy said, facing him. "You don't look like the marriage counselor type, but you... well, you probably saved my life. I would have probably gone through life a prude, afraid of sex."
"And you're not now?" Ace asked, although it was more of a statement than a question.
"Oh, no," Amy said quickly. "As a matter of fact, I can't wait to see my husband again. I'm going to show him a few tricks."
"You're not so bad, after all," Ace said, chuckling. "Shit, you should have seen what I was going to do to you. You know, after the guys finished with you and all."
"You meant to... to break me?" Amy said, trying not to smile. They had both fought a losing battle from the start, she realized. Down deep she had wanted to be taken.
"Yeah, that," Ace said. "Over there," he added, pointing to a clearing in the woods at the back of the house.
Amy peered into the darkness and saw a smoldering campfire between two large trees. Attached to the trees were ropes. To the right of the trees lay tools, glistening in the moonlight.
"Christ, a real chamber of horrors," Amy said, licking her lips. She moved quickly toward the trees, then stood next to the dying embers of the fire. "What were you planning on doing to me?"
"Oh, I was going to tie you up between those trees and really hurt you," Ace replied matter-of-factly. "Maybe whip you, burn your tits with hot coals. Brand you. The usual stuff."
They both laughed.
"You don't have to take me back for a while," Amy said, stretching her arms out between the two trees. "You could still do it, you know."
"But I don't want to now," Ace said. "Shit, baby, I've hurt you enough."
"Maybe you haven't," Amy teased, holding the end of one rope. "Let me be the judge of that, OK?"
Ace shot her a quick glance, feeling his heartbeat quicken. She looked so lovely in this dim light. Those tits, full and ripe, crowned with pink, tasty nipples, looked great. Yes, he would like to see her stretched out, split open like a pod with his cock.
"Do it to me," Amy said, her voice quivering with dark anticipation. "Fuck me one last time, Ace."
"You mean it?" he asked. Before she could answer, he added, licking his lips, "If... if I get started, I might not be able to stop. I like to hurt, to inflict pain. I'd like to tie you up and-"
"Do it," Amy said, her eyes burning with lust.
Ace grabbed her and gave her a long, hard kiss, his tongue stabbing violently between her teeth. As he crushed her to him, he moved forward and grabbed for the ropes. He pulled away and stretched her arms and legs out, tightening the bonds.
When she was spread-eagle between the trees, like some giant X, he stepped back and threw some small logs on the fire. He then added some newspaper and straw. Immediately, the fire caught, sending an amber light over Amy's outstretched, naked body.
"I... I might hurt you," he warned, giving her another chance to change her mind. She looked like some pagan sacrifice as she stood between the trees. Her firm body looked inviting, almost too inviting. Her body was so perfect, it should only be worshipped or destroyed. "It's... it's now or never," he added, his voice thick with passion.
"Anything," Amy groaned, already caught up in the ecstasy that burned in his eyes. "Anything and... everything."
Ace quickly removed his clothes, then reached for the ground, lifting a long metal rod. He warmed the rod over the flames for a few moments, then touched the tip of it. The metal was hot, but not searing, able to inflict pain, but no damage.
Slowly, he moved the rod toward her glistening cunt and swirled her curly, red-gold hairs around the end of it.
When Amy felt the heat of the metal, she screamed, not in agony, but in pure ecstasy. She wanted to be branded by this man, to carry with her something she could touch, see for the rest of her life.
Ace jabbed the metal rod about four inches inside her puckered cunt. As she flinched, his eyes widened with animal lust. His chest heaved with excitement.
"Fuck me with it," Amy cried out. "Oh, Jesus... it's a cock! A beautiful, hard, hot cock!"
Ace began fucking the hot metal in and out of her pussy. With his other hand, he fondled her tits and squeezed the delicate flesh until her skin turned purple. After a few moments, he lowered his face to the swollen mounds of her tits and bit her nipples savagely.
Amy's body was on fire with lust. The metal was hot, hard, probing more deeply into her cunt. And now his mouth was sending ripples of agony into her tits. She felt her pleasure build, push upward.
"Fast... hard!" she moaned, twisting, writhing with anguished ecstasy. "Fuck me!"
When her orgasm hit her full force, causing more of the metal rod to be sucked inside her cunt, Ace dropped to his knees. Slowly, he pulled the rod from her pussy, then locked his mouth over her churning cunt hole.
"Beg me to fuck you," he whispered, nuzzling into her soft pussy hairs. "Come on, bitch! Beg!"
"I... I want you!" Amy yelled, her voice a shriek. Her climax was still convulsing her cunt, tearing at her insides like a clawing hand. "Fuck me! God... please... do it!"
Ace dropped the metal rod and reached for a five-foot-long leather whip in the grass. He then stood back and slapped her hard with it. The whip didn't clit the skin, but it did leave long, red welts.
The pain Amy felt was delicious. She squirmed violently, tugging at the ropes. The thrill it was even better than she'd expected. The pain made her alive with ecstasy.
"Hard!" she begged. "Ohhhhh... God! I... I can't take it!"
Ace whipped her soundly, his chest rising and falling with each slap, each crack of the whip. His cock was harder than his prick ever had been before. His cock surged forward, the tip of his prick so stretched that Ace felt like his cock was going to explode. His balls were churning, throbbing with pain.
"Now I'm going to fuck you!" he wheezed, wrapping his arms around her. He jabbed the handle of the whip into the crack of her ass. At the same time, he thrust his cockhead deeply into her boiling cunt. "Gonna fuck you in both holes!" he gasped, biting her lips.
Amy thought she would faint from the sheer intensity of her passion. The world seemed to explode and grow a dark red. Two sweet, throbbing feelings were centered in her very being-the delicious cock piercing her pussy and the handle of the whip, like another cock, fucking in and out of her ass.
"Unh... take it, you fucking slut," Ace growled, fucking in and out of her cunt with faster strokes. He matched the rhythm of his fucking with jabs of the leather whip handle. He could feel the hard texture of the handle against his cock, the two instruments separated only by a thin, slick, rubbery membrane.
The next several moments were explosive for Amy. As the pressure of both his cock and the handle of the whip increased, her pleasure became electrifying. She screamed and bucked. The world seemed to spin.
"Cum," she said, her voice barely as another crashing sensation of climax drilled into her cunt, "give... give me cum, you bastard." She inhaled quickly, then shrieked like a wounded panther. "Fuck me full, you bull stud!"
Ace would have liked to continue for hours, but he didn't even have seconds. Already his balls were pulsating with agonized pressure. He tried squeezing the muscle at the base of his cock, but that only made the pressure worse. Exhaling a deep breath, he let himself go completely.
"Take it, whore," he groaned. "I... I... Unhhhhh... fuck! Fuck my cum in your hot cunt and... and... Unhhhhh!"
When the molten wads of jism hit the back of her pussy, Amy flinched. The spasms of pleasure were now riddling her guts with such release that she felt as if her brain would explode.
"Fuck!" she commanded. "Goddamn you, you motherfucking bastard! Fuck me the best!"
Ace fucked wildly, savagely against her body, emptying the bulk of his boiling cumload into her cunt. After several agonizing seconds, he froze, feeling the last thick glob of jism explode from his cockhead. He squirmed his ass around, then released the whip handle. As the handle slipped out of her ass and hit the ground with a plop, he bit her right shoulder.
Slowly, Amy came back to reality. She felt the cooling globs of cum roll from her cunt, streak across the tops of her thighs and dangle in spider-like strands from her knees.
"God, I wish we could stay like this forever," she gasped. "I... I don't want ever to..."
"Don't say it, Amy," Ace interrupted, uttering a false chuckle. "I might take you up on it.''
Amy knew what he said was true. As joined as they were right now, they were completely different in so many other ways. She felt her heart skip a beat, her mind cloud with sadness.
"Let me go," she whispered. "Let me go now, I... you'd better, or I... won't be able to..."
As she began speaking, Ace removed the bonds from her hands and feet. When she was free, he stepped back and let her fall to the ground on her knees.
"Oh, Ace, I'm going to miss this," she said, gobbling down on his cock, sucking the residue of cum into the back of her throat. "Mmmmmmm..." she groaned, her lips inching into the blond crotch hairs.
"That's good," the man said, touching her head with his fingers. "Ah, baby, this has all been so good."
Amy began licking and chewing on his cock like his prick was the last cock on earth. As far as she was concerned, his prick was the only cock. She wanted to memorize every hard angle, let the vision burn into her brain forever.
"Amy, you're good. Shit, baby, too good!" Ace said, grunting, watching his cock inch in and out of her mouth.
A few moments later, she even got better. His cum splashed into her throat and bubbled into her stomach. And with each hard, pulsating throb, her lips chewed and licked furiously at the root of his cockshaft.
Both drained, they dressed as if half-asleep. Then they got on Ace's Harley. As the wind hit their faces, each felt they had gained so much and, perhaps, lost too much.
Ace dropped her off at the hotel where he had picked her up. Then, without looking back, he sped down the street, his hair sweeping about his face like a flaming halo.
Amy walked to her room.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Amy spent over two hours in the tub, wondering what to do next. Had Brian come back? Or was he at his apartment, waiting for her to call him? No matter which, she would be with him soon.
She got out of the tub, dried herself and padded into the bedroom. She sat down on the bed and reached for the telephone. As she held the receiver in her hand, there was a slight knocking on the door.
"Yes? Who's there?" She called. Could it be Ace? She wondered. Or Brian? In either case, it would make her more than happy. "Come... in," she added, her voice shaking.
"It's me... uh, Brian," a melodic baritone voice answered. Her husband opened the door and looked inside. His face was flushed with embarrassment. "Can... uh, can I come in?" he asked, swallowing hard.
"Oh, Brian!" Amy cried, rushing toward him. "Where were you?" she asked, smothering him with kisses.
"I was... uh," he began, but her intense kissing wouldn't allow him to finish.
"Never mind," Amy said, tearing at his clothes. "Just get in bed and fuck me. And fuck me hard. We've got almost two days of fucking to catch up on."
Brian couldn't have been more stunned if she'd slapped him. He had resigned himself to biding his time, because he loved her. Although she had turned out to be something of a prude (until now!), he had recognized an animal-like lust in her eyes from the first moment he'd seen her.
"Are you OK?" he asked, looking at her intently. "I mean, you seem somehow different."
"I am different," Amy admitted. "I was terrible, but now I'm going to make it up to you. I swear, baby."
Deftly, she removed the rest of his clothing and threw him to the bed. She then grabbed his cock with both hands as she knelt between his legs and began jacking the growing shaft.
"My God, what happened to you?" Brian said finally, looking at the rope burns on her wrists and her the bruised nipples. "Looks like you fell down an elevator shaft."
"I did fall down," Amy said quickly. "But we can talk about that later. Right now, I've got nothing but cock on my mind."
"Jesus!" Brian gasped, watching her jack on his cock and writhe over his thighs. "You're hardly the same person!"
Before he could take the conversation any further, Amy lowered her face and engulfed the tip of his shaft with her searching, sucking mouth. She then gulped forward, taking the entire slab of prick into her throat. As her chin separated his balls, she rocked her head back and forth.
"Mmmmmm," she gurgled, lapping her tongue up and down the rubbery surface of his cock. She pulled her mouth away and let his cockshaft slap his stomach with a wet thud. "Christ your cock is so delicious, I could suck it and fuck it and-"
Before she could finish her statement, Brian took both hands and pushed her head back down, gouging the entire length of his prick back into her throat. Maybe she's gone temporarily insane, the thought, but who cares? He was certainly going to take full advantage of her change. He hadn't had his cock sucked like this since... Well, never.
"Lick my prick, cocksucker!" he growled, pumping his ass up and down furiously. "God, this is so hot... and tight, almost like your pussy... uh, might be."
"You're gonna get sick of my pussy," Amy said from the side of her mouth. "Mmmmm, so sick of it, you'll have to try something else. Like, maybe fuck me in my ass."
Surely he hadn't heard right, Brian thought. Had she said fuck her in the ass?
His thoughts were interrupted by a massive convulsion of pleasure. Her teeth were tearing into the root of his cock, chewing at his crotch hairs. Her tongue was flickering and lapping like a snake. And her hands were slipping over his stomach and chest.
"Gonna... fucking cum!" he grunted. "Shit, baby, I can't help it! I... I... Unhhhhhhh!"
As the massive globs of hot, greasy jism splashed into the back of her throat, Amy choked, then inhaled deeply, letting air mix with cream. As the cum soaked into her stomach, the heat from his cum-load seemed to explode inside her loins.
"Aaaaahhhhh!" she spluttered, rubbing her knees together, trying to relieve the itch her pussy had developed. Her orgasm was raw, delicious, but somehow incomplete. Nothing would cure that, but his big cock grinding into her cunthole.
"All of it, cocksucker," Brian gasped, spreading his legs and pumping furiously up and down with his hips. "Suck in every goddamned drop of cum and lick it down."
Although Amy's mouth was starving for his jism, even she couldn't handle all he had to offer. As quickly as she gulped down the fiery liquid, more jism shot from his cum-hole. Soon, trickles of jism burned from both nostrils and seeped from the corners of her mouth.
"Aaaaammmmmm," she groaned, letting a liberal amount of cum flood from under her lips and splash onto his balls.
Brian gave a final heave upward, planting the last of his cum into the back of her throat. He fell back, sighing with released pleasure.
"Jesus, baby, I don't know what to think," he finally managed to say. "Why... why weren't you like this last night? On our honeymoon?"
"Because I didn't appreciate how good you are," Amy said. A twinkle was in her eye. "And for being so mean, you've got to punish me."
"Huh?" Brian said, gasping. "Why, honey, I wouldn't hurt you for all the money in the world."
"Guess you'll just have to tie me up and rape me for being a bad girl," Amy teased.
"Rape you?" Brian said slowly. "You... you really mean that, don't you?"
"What do you think?" Amy asked, grinning.
Brian hoped she wasn't kidding. In fact, for the last day or so, he had fantasies of tying her up and raping the shit out of her. He felt his cock pulsate to life once again.
"Ohhhh, hurry!" Amy cried, her body trembling with excitement. She could feel those rough hands on her, almost taste the flavor of his cum as it boiled into her cunt. "Tear up some sheets and..."
With trembling hands, Brian yanked at the sheets, ripping them into long strips. Quickly, he tied her hands behind her back, then threw her to her stomach on the bed.
"Now to get at that sweet pussy!" he gasped, yanking her legs apart and kneeling behind her.
"I was bad," Amy said, caught up in the emotions he was feeling. "Punish me, Brian. Make me say I'm sorry!"
Brian looked down at her rounded ass and without thinking, slapped the soft flesh soundly with his right hand. The cracking sound stunned him since he hadn't meant to hit her quite so hard. His hand imprint looked like it was painted in bright red on her skin.
"God!" Amy screamed, bucking.
"Hurt?" Brian asked quickly, swallowing hard. Shit, if he ruined this now.
"Yes, and I love it, you bastard!" Amy cried. "Do it some more, you motherfucker!"
Puzzled, but almost ready to explode with lust, Brian began slapping her ass over and over. Each strike seemed to cause electric jolts to surge into his loins. His balls pulsated with a new, even more plentiful load of hot cum.
"Take this, you fucking cocktease!" he grunted, gouging his fingers between her legs. When he felt the sticky fluid that oozed from her cunt, he felt his heart pounding in his throat. "Bad... girl!"
Slap.
"Fucking... whore!"
Slap.
Amy bucked and writhed beneath his punishment, but the pain was delicious. Already her cunt was bubbling, sending forth streams of sticky pussy fluid that burned into the flesh of her thighs.
"Now take my big cock, you cunt," her husband growled. "Gonna fucking tear you open!"
When Amy felt the monstrous size of his cock against the insides of her thighs, she climaxed. Then, as he drilled deeply inside, she felt her cunt muscles hug his prick and suck on his cock like a starving mouth.
"Aieeeeeee!" she wailed, thrashing about furiously. "Fuck me, you dog sonofabitch!" she begged.
When Brian punched the full length of his prick into her pussy, he felt as if his loins would explode. He stopped all movement for a few seconds, trying desperately to hold back. When the boiling sensations in his balls subsided slightly, he withdrew, then slowly eased back in. As their crotch hairs meshed together, he leaned forward and kissed the back of her neck.
"Good," Amy choked. "God, baby, you're the best."
"Oh, shit, I wish I could keep this up forever," Brian murmured, baring his teeth, scraping them over her delicate flesh. "I... I could keep my cock in your hot cunt for the rest of my life."
"Mmmmmmm, you will!" Amy gasped, her climax still steady, buzzing inside her pussy like a hive of angry bees.
"Fuck you, you fucking bitch!" her husband growled, now unable to take the horrible pressure inside his balls. "I... I'm gonna load you so full of hot cream it's gonna blow out your ears!"
The mere mention of his cum-load was enough to make Amy's body jerk again with passion. She began moving with him, flexing and relaxing her cunt muscles, milking him of his surging cock juices.
"Fuck me full, you bull stud!" she pleaded. "Come on, shoot me all of it. Mmmmm, hot cum..."
As she said the last few words, she felt the underside of his cock throb wildly. She held her breath for a few seconds, then began humping and bouncing until their bodies smacked together like applause.
"Ohhhhh... fuck!" Brian said, every muscle in his body tightening. A fine film of sweat broke out on his back, a few drops leaked into the crack of his ass. "Take my cum, you cocksucking whore!" he panted, almost able to see his cum-load blast from his shrinking balls.
As the first of his thick load shot into her pussy, Amy thought she would go crazy. Fucking had been good with Ace-the best, she had though-but this was perfect. Fucking couldn't have gotten any better than it was with Brian.
"Aaaaaaaghhhh!" she screamed, as if spitting out her very soul. "Fuck meeeeeee!"
Brian blew more of his cum into her pulsating cunt. Then he finally planted his full weight between her legs. As the bulk of his cream gushed into her cunt, he yanked her body to one side and bit into her tits like a starving calf.
"Fuck you, bitch," he smacked, pumping his ass up and down like a jackhammer, "Unhhhh... here! Take my cock... here! All... the fucking way up... here!"
Amy felt herself floating in space, crashing into planets, being absorbed by the darkness of the universe. Her body was bathed in pleasure, fire, pain, total ecstasy.
At last, she fell in a heap, surrounded by his hard muscularity. She breathed deeply, inhaling the heady aroma of his body. She shivered from the touch of his wiry hairs.
"Brian, Brian, Brian," she moaned, feeling at last complete. "I... I love you so much."
"Wow, baby," Brian whispered, rolling to one side and kissing her from her tit to the hollow of her throat, "I don't know what happened to you while I was gone, but whatever it was, it should have happened a long time ago."
"Oh, nothing really happened," Amy lied. "I just missed you, that's all."
A few seconds later Brian chuckled. He rubbed the bruised flesh of her ass and kissed the side of her neck.
"Did you mean it, about letting me fuck your ass?" he asked.
"Try me," Amy giggled. "I... I want you all over me, everywhere, sweetheart."
Again, Brian kneeled between her legs. He held his rock-hard cock down at an angle with his left hand and squeezed her asscheeks apart with the other. When he saw her tiny, delicate asshole, he felt his body surge with new strength.
"Oh, fuck my ass," Amy moaned, feeling his cockhead slip against her asshole. There was no pain, just the pleasant suction her body created. "Stick your cock in my ass and make it hurt."
As Brian slammed his cock into her asshole, he fell forward, wrapping his body around hers. He then began pumping in and out rhythmically, letting himself go. It was impossible not to. Her asshole was drawing him inside, nurturing his own ecstasy.
Moments later, his cock was exploding with warmth, shooting his cum deeply into the back of her asshole. And even when his pleasure had subsided, he felt the sucking of her muscles continue to work on his shaft.
Amy was beneath him, feeling more satisfied than she ever had before. She had sex, she had her husband and she had her precious memories. She and Brian would build a life together, become lost in each other.
"I love you, Brian," she whispered.
"I'll just love you some more in that case," her husband replied, planting his cock inside her again.
* * * * *
Amy and Brian left the hotel the following day. As they walked down the front steps, hand in hand like two naughty children, they heard the sounds of motorcycles up the street.
"Would you look at that," Brian snorted. "Bunch of bikers. What the fuck are they good for, anyway?"
Amy laughed, not looking at the direction of the motorcycles, but at her husband's face.
"Everything is good for something," she said philosophically.
As Brian let her into the car, she felt a whoosh of air and saw, from the corner of her eye, a yellow-haired man on a motorcycle racing down the street. She leaned back and closed her eyes, a happy-sad smile on her face.
