Who can judge a person's reactions during stress situations? The prisoners of war who give in to their captors' demands, the kidnapped heiress who joins forces with her abductors-both must act without past experience to guide them. Both must make decisions in a vacuum, without benefit of familiar people or situations to guide them. The end result can be either a very negative or a positive experience.
In RAPED MOM, DEGRADED DAUGHTER, Joyce Wilson and her daughter Christina find themselves in just such a situation. Held captive, they not only meet their captors' sexual demands but, to their horror, find themselves responding to them. Joyce and Christina are forced to indulge in acts that are not only forbidden by society, but also by their own moral code. Yet, in spite of their shame, they turn the experience into a positive one.
This is a shocking story, the story of a mother's and daughter's reactions under stress. Yet, who are we to judge their responses?
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Lemme go!"
Christina Wilson twisted in the big man's grip, her long blonde hair falling over her face. He was hurting her, his fingers bruising her flesh while one booted foot was pressing down hard on her bare feet. She kept screaming, hoping someone in the neighborhood would peek out a window and see what was going on.
"Shaddup, bitch!"
It was too dark for her to make out his face.
But she could almost see the sneer on his lips as he jerked one hand back, then slapped her hard across the face. "Oooooffff!"
Her head snapped to one side, the sting of his fingers bringing tears to her eyes. The force of that blow nearly dislocated her neck. As he dragged her half-stunned, back toward a large black Chevy van, the young girl could still feel the burning where his fingers had thrashed her face.
"No, oh God, help! Somebody help me!"
Her voice was weakened. Why wasn't anyone coming out to see what was happening? Christina could see lights burning in a row of homes close by. Surely the roar of the ocean couldn't be blocking out her desperate cries.
"Up you go, baby, UP!"
She felt his thick-muscled arms circle her waist, heft her off the pavement and throw her into the opened vehicle. Christina kicked back at him, tried to wrestle her arms free and scratch at the horrible man kidnapping her. But it was useless. For an instant, she flew through the air, landing with a thud on a piece of soft carpeting. Rolling over twice, the young blonde came to rest on her back, her head throbbing from the hard landing. Behind her, Christina heard the door sliding shut with a loud bang.
"Okay, come on, move it, Jack!"
The van roared into action, jerking away from the curb with a squeal of burning rubber.
It had been a pleasant day at the beach-the third day of her summer vacation, and she had wanted to spend it alone at the shore. Venice was a lot of fun even when you were by yourself; what with the various local crazies, bag ladies, skaters, surfers-anyone who came along. While the sun had been setting, Christina hadn't noticed two young men sitting on a low brick sand wall some hundred feet away, studying her-making comments softly to one another. It had been such a beautiful sunset, watching that orange ball melting into the iridescent blue Pacific.
Only when she was dressing did she become aware of the two long shadows on that low wall. Christina had been raised in the area and was used to creeps making comments about her lithe attractive body, her firm thighs and ass, her big, high-riding tits. But lately, several girls from the area had disappeared, and the police suspected foul play. It was dark, and she was alone-circumstances she realized she should have avoided.
She had quickly pulled on her shorts and halter, noticing as she left the beach that the two men were gone. Breathing a sigh of relief, Christina had trudged through the sand slowly, drinking the fresh-smelling salt air. It was when she neared the brightly lit walk that one of the men pounced on her, wrestling her to the ground, then dragging her screaming and kicking into the van.
"Wh . . . what do you want with me?" she panted, her scalp crawling when she made out the double row of white teeth glistening in the dark. They looked like the teeth of some predatory animal ready to tear at her throat.
"You," he answered. "I'm Sam. Thought we'd get to know one another, you know, since I'm gonna fuck the shit outta you."
Christina thought she was going to faint. Fuck her? She had never let a boy even touch her on the thigh, let alone try something like that! Her mother had raised her very strictly, especially after her father had run away when she was only twelve. Men were after only one thing, her mother always told her daughter. Keep your cherry, her mother instructed, vowing she'd throw her out if she were caught running around with boys.
"No, no, I never did anything wrong. I didn't hurt you. Why?" she asked in a whimpering voice. Tears sprang to her eyes as the full horror of her helpless situation settled over her confused brain.
"Just because, baby, just because. You shouldn't be prancin' that tight little ass of s yours around if you don't wanna get fucked, know what I mean?" Sam said, his voice growing menacing. "You move them tits like they're achin' to be sucked."
"Stop it!" Christina screamed, clapping her hands over her ears. They were talking filthy, telling her terrible things.
"You're gonna listen," Sam growled, reaching out and yanking her hands away. "You're gonna hear how I'm gonna suck those tits, then pull down your fuckin' shorts and fuck the shit outta your pussy. And when I'm through, you're gonna be beggin' me for more."
"No, no," she whimpered, tossing her head from side to side.
Christina had never felt this helpless, this terrified before in her life! He was hurting her with his grip, his fingers bruising her wrists while he crept closer to her. She could hear his shallow, uneven breathing in the dark-the panting of an aroused wild animal! Her heart beat so hard and fast, she thought it was going to tear through her chest. The blood drummed in her ears.
"Then my partner's gonna take care of you. Shit, there won't be a hole left in you that ain't been filled up with our cocks when we're through."
Christina knew he meant what he said.
These men weren't fooling around. Now, with his face inches from hers, the girl could make out his features-good-looking in a rough way -black hair with matching beard and moustache and dark, glinting eyes that radiated evil. She shrank back, pressing her spine against the side of the rocking van.
"Jack, come down here. We in a spot we can fuck this broad without attracting attention?" Sam shouted over one shoulder.
"Just a sec."
Christina sat frozen with terror, feeling the van slow down, then lurch to one side. They were pulling off whatever street they were on. The big vehicle bounced along, then finally lumbered to a halt. The engine died along with the girl's hopes.
"Let's get goin' on this cunt," Jack said, crawling out of the front seat and into the rear compartment.
"Wait, I wanna see what I'm doin', and I gotta block out the windows first," Sam said.
Christina heard him sliding the curtains over the windows. Then he switched on a small headlight that flooded the van interior with yellowish light.
"Yeah, she's just as nice and fine as we thought," Jack sighed, rubbing his prick through his pants.
Christina's eyes raced to his groin. She saw a hefty roll of cockmeat growing longer and thicker, pressing out against his tight-fitting Levi's. Sam was doing the same grotesque thing. The horror of what was about to happen made the girl's stomach buck and turn over. Fucking! Fucking! They were going to rape her! She was going to become another victim of the growing neighborhood crime rate!
"Oh please, please don't do this to me . . . " she begged, putting her hands together as if she were going to pray.
Jack and Sam said nothing. The silence was killing the girl. Instinctively she wheeled around, her fingers desperately grabbing at the door handle. She jerked it up and down, trying to open it, screaming as loudly as she could.
"You're crazy," Sam shouted, wrapping one arm around her waist while his other hand clamped over her mouth. His coarse palm pressed hard against her lips, and then he forced her face-down on the carpet, her arms stretched behind her and pinned to her lower back.
"OH, NO, NO, NO!"
She could hear a light rasping sound behind her. Sam was unzipping his pants! He was stripping himself, exposing himself to her!
"Come on, baby, come on and take a good look at a real man!"
He twisted her around again, forcing her to look at his naked cock. "OH!"
Her mouth gaped in surprise as her widened eyes focused on that donkey prick hanging from between his legs. His cock had to be eight, maybe nine inches long and at least two inches across at the head. His prick was so dark, so thickly roped with veins! Two fat, hairy hanging balls jiggled at the base of his cock.
Christina had, of course, seen pictures of men's organs in sex education class. They were usually six or seven inches long-at least the ones she'd seen on the slides and in the books. When the lights were out in the classroom, she had secretly measured the distance from her pussy to her belly and was surprised women didn't get sick when men stuck their cocks into them. Christina guessed it was all right. Her mother never seemed to say much about sex, except that men wanted to do it all the time.
But this . . . this was unnatural. This man had a cock the size of some farmyard animal's! Surely any woman would die if that cock were stuck into her!
"Take a good look at my prick, slut. I'm gonna stick my cock inside you. Fight me too much, baby, and I'll piss in your fuckhole as well. My bladder's almost as full as my nuts,"
Sam warned.
"Yeah, and I'll take over when he's through, bitch. We're both gonna make you real happy tonight," Jack added, laughing softly.
Sam reached up and put his hand in her hair. He yanked down on several strands, making the girl whimper in pain. For a second, she thought he was going to pull out her hair.
"Ooooowww!"
Sam yanked her forward, then down, forcing her face against Jack's prick.
"Ummmmm. Yeahhhh, ever wanna suck cock? Ever wanna wrap your lips around a man's prick and suck so hard you went wild?" Jack moaned.
He wrapped his hands behind her head and rubbed his cock over her lips.
"Ughhhhhhh!"
Christina thought she was going to be sick! The strong aroma of an unwashed groin wafted into her nostrils, making her belly tighten. She choked and gagged, pushing up, wriggling strongly, trying to wrestle her way out of both men's grips.
But the hands holding her down were strong. Jack had opened his fly but hadn't pulled his cock out yet. Christina could see his hairs poking around the silver zipper teeth, could see something dark and fleshy throbbing in his opened Levi's. The thought of having a cock sliding into her mouth sickened her. That kind of sex hadn't even been mentioned in class, although the girl had heard some of her friends talking about women who gave their husbands and boyfriends blowjobs to keep from getting knocked up.
Please, please God, don't let it happen, Christina silently prayed.
"Ohhh yeah, baby, yeah, you're gonna give good head, then a real nice piece of ass," Jack panted.
Christina tried screaming again. But Sam's hand clamped even more tightly over her mouth. For a second she thought she'd pass out-hoped she would faint to avoid experiencing the horror of what was happening.
"Try to scream again, and I'll wipe up this goddamned van with you, understand?"
He was choking her, his arm under her chin, pressing against her windpipe while his other hand covered her nose and mouth. Desperate, unable to breathe, the girl nodded her head up and down, feeling thoroughly defeated. Stay alive, she told herself. There was nothing else she could do at this point. Escape was impossible. And of course these men weren't going to listen to her pleas. All she could do was somehow endure all this, remember their faces, and make sure the police caught them before another innocent girl wound up in this van.
"Better," Sam murmured into her ear. His mouth slobbered all over her lobe. His hands dropped down from her throat and mouth to her thighs. Christina felt sick again. "And for being such a nice girl, I'm gonna give you something nice and hot and hard. You'll love what I'm gonna give you."
It was awful! His breath stank with decay. He was pushing her down, pressing her against the carpeted van floor. The girl felt his clammy body as he pressed himself against her. He had pushed up his cotton t-shirt, and their naked bellies were touching, rubbing against one another. Christina let out a muffled groan through her clenched teeth.
"Uuuummmm!"
"Man, she's gonna dig fucking. She's gonna dig havin' your cock plow through her cunt," Jack said, reaching down and fishing out his prick. "And if she's cherry, man, she's gonna go nuts when you stick your cock into her!"
Christina felt the hand around her mouth relax a little, the other one moving up from her thigh and back into her tangled hair for awhile. He was keeping her close to the floor.
Then suddenly his hands were moving down her back.
"STOP!"
He was curling his fingers around the elastic waistband of her shorts and bikini bottoms, trying to shove them down to her knees. The girl panicked, her eyes widening, her lower jaw slackening as the men began stripping her.
"No, no, NO!"
But there was nothing she could do. With a violent downward thrust, Sam pulled her briefs and bottoms down, exposing her plump, milky white asscheeks.
"OH!"
Christina felt so ashamed, so horrified when the cool air blew against her naked ass. She felt him rubbing her goosefleshed asscheeks, and her stomach turned over again. When he pinched her ass, she squealed, her body jerking forward.
"Ohhh yeah, yeah, nice ass, real nice and smooth," Sam said, licking his lips like a hungry wolf.
He pinched her and started an exploratory movement over her small waist. He ran his hand over the side of her body, feeling bits of flesh. When his fingers ran under her belly and tried to move between her thighs, Christina drew her knees together, clamping her legs hard against one another. No, no, he couldn't touch her pussy, couldn't touch her in that forbidden place where only her future husband could!
"OHHHHH!"
"Come on, baby, come on," Sam said, forcing her thighs apart with one hand while he pulled at her hair with the other. The young girl fought with all of her remaining strength. But her legs finally opened to the man. The idea of what he was trying to do made Christina shudder with revulsion. That he wanted to push his fat cock up her cunt made her want to vomit. But no, no, she had to keep her wits about her, had to survive as best she could! That was what she had to do.
"UGHH!"
Sam was straining to push his solid cock against her pussy. The girl squirmed and writhed, her knees scraping painfully over the rug. He was holding tightly onto her hair, yanking hard, making tears rush to her eyes from the pain racing through her scalp.
"NO!"
All that separated his cockhead from her cunt was an inch or two. Wild fear raced through her body and mind. She was going to be raped, actually raped! Christina had read all those dreadful accounts of girls who were fucked brutally, then turned loose on the streets to wander like zombies until someone found them. Was she going to be like them, telling her horror story to a television camera while lying in a hospital bed? The thought scrambled her brain, making it impossible for her to think rationally. "OH!"
Sam's cock shoved into that intimate junction between her thighs, touching her cuntlips. The touch of his cock against her silky pussyflesh made her quiver. Sam let go of her hair and, with both hands, pulled her ass closer to him. Christina felt another wave of nausea sweep over her. Her forehead rested against the carpeting, her long blonde hair curtaining her face.
"Poor little girl," Sam said mockingly. "You don't look too comfortable. You should be smilin', considerin' what you're gonna get between your legs in a sec." He began to finger her cunt.
Christina held her breath, no longer listening to him. She waited for that awful moment when he would rape her.
CHAPTER TWO
"Oh no, no, no!"
Jack reached down, pulled her halter off and untied the strap of her bikini top. Again Christina struggled-again to no avail. The girl felt the strap loosen around her shoulders, then finally slip away. In a moment, she was completely naked, exposed in front of these leering sex criminals.
"NOOOOO!" she shouted.
"You yell again, and I'll punch you 'til your ribs break," Sam threatened.
Spit sprayed from his mouth, forcing her to close her eyes when he spoke.
"I . . . I promise I won't-won't shout," Christina said haltingly.
"Good," Sam answered, stroking his long cock rod.
"When you gonna fuck her?" Jack asked, positioning himself so he was to one side of the girl's head.
"Right now. I can't wait no more. Shit, I thought I was gonna shoot jizz when I was pullin' down her shorts," Sam said.
Realizing what was about to happen, Christina struggled wildly again like a trapped little animal. She screamed in spite of what she'd told the men. Sam shouted something, slapped her twice, backhanded her once, and almost beat her senseless.
The girl yelped at the first blow, her cries turning into muffled moans as he continued hitting her.
"Hey, man, stop it!" Jack warned, restraining his buddy and looking down at the trembling, defeated girl. "You're gonna mess 'er up before we get a chance to fuck her."
"Yeah, yeah, you're right," Sam said, restraining himself with great difficulty.
Christina trembled in horror, biting down hard on her lower lip as she felt Sam squeezing her asscheeks, digging his fingers hard into her flesh.
"You're gonna be moanin', baby, moanin' real hard when I stick my cock into you. You're gonna be beggin' for more, wantin' all the prickmeat I can stuff into you," he snarled.
Christina sobbed, hysterical with fear. She knew that no matter what else happened to her, she wouldn't leave this van a virgin. She felt sick with disgust, knowing this awful man was going to sink his cock into her virgin pussy. Her inability to fight back, to claw and scrape his face made her sense of shame and degradation all the more complete.
"OH!"
Her mind snapped back to reality when she felt Sam's hands investigating her naked outer thighs. He was playing games with her, teasing her cringing flesh, kneading her white skin into tight little balls, then clenching them in his rough fingers. He started to pinch her soft inner thighs between his fingers. Christina whimpered in anguish, afraid to cry out, afraid the men would beat her into a senseless pulp, then fuck her anyway.
"Yeah, yeah, nice fuck, nice cunt, nice everything," Sam said.
Her helpless whimpering made Sam yank her a little farther down on the floor. Then he rolled her over onto her belly, rubbing her asscheeks hard, squeezing them harder than before, his fingers digging deeper into her ass-flesh. Christina ground her belly against the floor of the van, trying to get away from Sam's fingers. If her mother were here, she'd pull out that .38 pistol she had and blow these animals away. Her mother had told her about men like these-men who didn't care about women except to fuck them. Her father, she was told, was like that. And now she was coming face to face with two more. "Oh, OHHH!"
"I'm tired of all her fuckin' yelpin', " Sam said, reaching around and pulling out a dirty rag he used to clean the van glass. Slapping her lightly across the face, he shoved in the rag when she opened her mouth to scream.
Christina gagged. The smell and taste of cleaning fluid was overwhelming. She bit down on the filthy linen, feeling sick.
"Hey, I got somethin' else that oughtta shut 'er up," Jack said, moving up to her. He pulled out the rag, leaving the girl holding her belly and trying to keep from throwing up. The next thing she knew was that Jack was grabbing her hair, raising her head into his lap and shoving her nose against his cock. He was making her inhale that awful odor of his crotch. Her nose flattened against his hairy pelvis.
"UGHHHHHHH!"
No, she wasn't going to be part of this! She wasn't going to take his filthy prick in her mouth no matter how hard he tried to force her! She could feel his blood-engorged cock rubbing over her face, pressing against her lips. Yech! She tried moving her face from his huge prick, but Jack clamped his hand down against the back of her head, pushing her face harder against his groin. At the same time, he reached down and toyed with her tits, squeezing her nipples as hard as his buddy was pinching her ass and thighs.
"I'm gonna fuck her now," Sam whispered.
He reached down between her thighs with one thumb, digging his fingers into her ass for leverage. Slowly he forced his thumb into her tight, dry cunt. Feeling the pain, Christina writhed crazily. Oh, this man was touching her there, shoving his fingers in! Her face reddened, then blanched as Jack's fingers screwed their way deeper and deeper into her pussy.
"UGHHHHH!"
Christina wanted to scream out. But she didn't dare open her mouth. Jack would be there, she knew, ready to slip his cock into her throat! Twice she spat violently, getting rid of the taste of that awful cock from her lips.
"Ughhh . . . she's . . . fuckin' tight," Sam commented, twisting his fingers around.
Christina started to feel pain as she never felt it before as the top of Sam's thumb pressed against, oh, it was pressing against her cherry!
" UnnghhhhOOOOOOO!"
The pain was killing! Christina's face pinched with pain, her mouth opening while a rush of air came out. Jolts of incredible agony shot through her cunt. He was tearing her apart, ripping her in two with that awful thumb of his!
"She's tight," Sam grunted, twisting his thumb around like a screw.
Oh, how it hurt. Christina felt the pain was beyond excruciating. It was pure agony. Only the pressure of Jack's prick rubbing against her lips kept her from opening her mouth and shouting. Flashing lights popped behind her eyes. And then, suddenly, his thumb tore part of her body. She could feel it, actually feel her cherry being ripped in half!
"AWWWWYYY AGHHHH!"
Her lips parted, shouted involuntarily. That gave Jack the chance he was waiting for. Thrusting his hips forward, he shoved half his prick into her mouth, keeping his hands down between her jaws to keep her from biting down.
"You bite down on my cock, slut, and I'll beat the shit outta you so bad no one's gonna look at you," Jack threatened.
Christina gagged and choked, tasting his filthy prick as it rubbed her tongue. Something terribly salty and bleachy-tasting was coating the insides of her cheeks. Twice the young girl tried snapping her head back to get away from Jack's big ugly prick as it speared into her mouth. Jack was groaning something softly, telling her how sweet and hot she was while stabbing into her mouth with his eight hard inches.
"Yeah, nice, nice," he moaned.
"Man, look at this. The little bitch was a virgin. She's bleeding from her cunt," Sam commented, pulling out his thumb and examining it curiously. "There ain't been many virgins I fucked . . . especially down here. Well, there's a first time for everybody. And she ain't no virgin no more, understand that, baby? You ain't no fuckin' virgin!"
The words made her scream. They'd done it! They'd gone and done it! They'd torn her innocence, her girlhood away from her. And with what? With a damned dirty finger! It seemed so awful, so humiliating! Her body jerked and twitched, convulsing in a wild attempt to wrench away from the thumb now probing her cunt.
Her flat belly ground against the floor. She was frantically trying to get away from the invading finger as the firm mounds of her ass clenched together tightly. No, no, they couldn't go any further . . . at least for awhile. She was so sore down there between her legs. Sam couldn't be really thinking about fucking her! Oh God, he couldn't drive his cock into her fuckhole, especially while she was still bleeding! What kind of animal would do that?
"She's got one hot tight cunt!" Sam exclaimed, fighting to keep his thumb inserted in her tiny cunt. He tried to worm his finger in a little deeper. But he met continued resistance from the girl. Christina felt her cunt walls grasping his invading finger.
"Oh stop, STOP!"
Jack had pulled his prick out of her mouth and was rubbing the fat, pulsing head of his cock against her lips. Christina wanted to twist her head around and bite, chomp her teeth down on his fleshy cockshaft. But she knew that would only force him to be brutal to her. Instead, she moved her head away as Jack tried sticking his cock back into her mouth.
"Now you shut up," Sam whispered in her ear, leaning over while pulling his thumb from her pussy. "Shut up and relax, and maybe you'll enjoy this fuck. It's not all that bad."
Right after that, the big man pulled her asscheeks apart, keeping them opened wide while both his thumbs caressed the inner lips of her cunt. To her surprise, Christina was feeling excited, the pain of her torn cherry slowly melting into something else! A strange heat was radiating through her cunt and belly.
"Come on, baby, open up. Come on, open up your fuckin' mouth, swallow my prick," Jack whispered, pulling her head up against his cock.
Christina fought with every ounce of her will against Jack. But slowly she felt her head being drawn toward his prick. At the same time, she felt Sam's thumbs moving up and down her pussylips. That movement caused the girl's cunt to heat up, to spasm a little. The slick pussy juice seeping from her fuckhole started lubing up her cunt.
"No more, no more," Christina gasped, feeling renewed humiliation.
"It can't be all that bad, baby. You're gettin' hot. You're juicin' all over my fingers," Sam said, moving his thumbs up and down her pussylips faster and faster.
Christina sobbed, feeling his finger slipping into her tight little cunt again. Very, very slowly the wet labia of her pussy were spread apart. Her fleshy cuntlips were like wide-open doors, getting ready to accept Sam's huge prick.
"Ohhhhhhh yeahhhhh . . . " Sam gasped, looking down at her dark wet cunthole.
She was twitching, jerking forward as Sam's middle finger shot out and pressed on her clit.
"OH!"
What a strangely powerful feeling raced through her pussy when Sam touched her there! He was playing with her clit, pushing it down in the surrounding wet pussyflesh, almost pinching the little nub between his thumb and forefinger. Never before had Christina felt such a rush of hot and chilly sensations race through her body! Involuntarily, she began working her asscheeks against one another, swaying her body from side to side as the rapist continued his teasing.
"No, no, NO!"
"Shut her up with your cock!" Sam cried.
Jack held onto her, slid forward and jammed his prick into her mouth.
Christina thought she was going to die from lack of air. Jack's fat prickhead was sliding over her tongue, going back, back until it touched her throat. The girl let out another low, soft guttural moan. Instinctively, Christina closed her thighs as Sam tried stabbing his finger even farther into her.
Sam felt her cunt flesh grip and slide around his embedded finger. The stretched walls of her pussy widened then tightened spasmodically in a clutching motion. Her cunt was sucking at his finger, actually sucking at it. He raised his eyebrows, his lips curling into a smile.
"Go for it, baby, go for it!"
These animals, these perverts were making her feel all these terrible things. It was unnatural, it was sick for her to be enjoying this! And yet the raging fire in her cunt grew stronger and stronger. She felt the walls of her pussy heating up, growing slick, buckling under her rising sexual heat while Sam continued fingerfucking her cunt.
"Man, she's getting wetter! Shit, baby, you're juicin' like crazy all over my hand," Sam exclaimed, his smile turning into a sneer.
"She couldn't wait 'til we started fuckin' her. Man, bet she would've been mountin' a dog or somethin' out there on the beach if we didn't come along," Jack said, drilling his cock faster and faster into Christina's stretched mouth.
The girl had lost her will to fight back. She wept freely now, sobbing with shame and total humiliation. It was bad enough being held hostage here. What was worse was that her body was betraying her, shaming her in front of these animals. Her tight little fuckhole was growing, enlarging-little by little getting wetter and wetter as the man's dirty fingers kept slipping and thrusting inside her. A strange kind of regret swept over her as the pain kept on decreasing. Christina knew that if the powerful feelings kept on, she would be doing more than just giving in. She'd want exactly what these monsters wanted-hard, hot, fast fucking! Already she could feel herself moving her thighs, rubbing her legs together, getting good and excited over what was happening so far. Ohhh, how flashes of heat and goodness raced through her pussy whenever Jack hunched up and dragged his balls over her lips and nose!
"Nice, nice, it's gonna feel real nice havin' that tight cunt wrapped around my prick," Sam muttered, finishing up with his finger-fucking.
Gradually, Christina stopped thinking-stopped wondering what her mother was doing now, how her room looked now-empty, warm, safe. All she concentrated on was surviving-surviving and feeling the sensations in her heated pussy. Slowly, everything was being swept away by the thrills building up inside her. Her big tits pillowed the rest of her prostrate body.
"Yeah!" Sam said.
Christina shuddered. The finger in her cunt suddenly slipped out. She gasped, hearing the wet sucking sound as it retreated. There was movement behind her. Sam was sliding between her thighs, feeling her cunt, then her asscheeks for a moment, then leaning forward. In an instant the girl felt something hot, something very slick and spongy pushing against her asscheeks. Then she could feel the long thick hardness of his cock pushing against her cunt from the rear. God, this was it! He was going to fuck her! In a few seconds, he'd be sliding his prick into her cunt. Christina clawed at the floor, trying to twist her head away from Jack's driving cock.
But Jack held her firmly with his hands, fucking her mouth more slowly now, waiting for his buddy to drive his cock into her fuckhole.
"Yeah, we'll both come in 'er. I'll hold back, man, but I can't do it for long. She's been movin' her tongue all around my prick and . . . ughhh, her cocksuckin' feels real good."
It was true. Christina had been more than just a passive victim of this mouth-fucking. Slowly she had started trying out several things. At times the girl had sucked so hard, the insides of her cheeks caved in, caressing the sides of Jack's pistoning cock. At other times she had slid her tongue rapidly back and forth over the underside of his cockshaft, making the young man suck in his breath and stiffen, trying to hold back the jizz boiling up from his balls. A mixture of spit and cum continually oozed out of the corners of her mouth, dribbling down her cheeks and chin.
"I'm goin' in her cunt," Sam said simply.
Jack grabbed her hair, holding her steady.
"Okay, baby, one hell of a big cock is goin' into your cunt," Jack said. "Get ready for it, and don't get back by bitin' down." He tugged her hair sharply for emphasis.
Christina grunted as she felt her inner cuntlips spread apart, unstick and peel back while Sam's cockhead shoved against her pussy. Once more, the girl's cunt muscles tensed, trying to keep out the invading prick. But Sam's determination was far too great for them. Slowly, gradually they relaxed, finally admitting his fat, spongy cockhead. Christina moaned, her tongue flicking against the underside of Jack's flanged prickhead. Jack thrashed from side to side, fanning his fingers on either side of her head while driving his cock faster and faster into her mouth. Christina loved it-loved being fucked both in her mouth and in her cunt.
"UGHHHH!"
Sam shoved his prick in her cunt again. The girl's moans became louder and stronger. Her little cuntlips tightened again, then relaxed. Christina shuddered as they gave way a second and last time. Sam's mass of stiff cockflesh began sliding its way into her. Her legs stiffened, then jerked out on either side of her body. She kicked out, hearing Jack sighing, hearing Sam's breathing catch several times.
"AHHGHHHFFFF!"
She screamed in spite of her mouthful of prick. Shock wave after shock wave of pain went through her as her cunt was stretched for the first time. The girl squirmed like a pinned insect. Jack kept her in place both with his cock and with his hands entangled in her hair.
"Man, a bitch like this . . . ughhhh . . . is somethin' else. Gotta hold back. Don't wanna blow my nuts off . . . ohhh . . . yet," Sam muttered, sucking in a deep breath and holding back his orgasm.
Christina sobbed and moaned, degraded beyond words. This was the end, the end of her life as she knew it.
CHAPTER THREE
"OOOOWWWWWWW!"
If only she could make her cunt relax, open up a bit more. Her pussy was continually cramping, her cunt muscles hurting as Sam's cock forced its way through no matter what. Christina kept screaming as best she could with a mouthful of cock. It felt as if he were tearing her in two. The young teen couldn't believe her body could take this much cock-meat and still survive.
Jack was hammering his prick like a maniac in her mouth now. Christina instinctively knew he was about to blow his load of cum and spatter her throat with that vile stuff they called jizz.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
Sam was hammering his cock into her. He couldn't get the full length of his prickshaft down her pussy at first. But with each powerful forward thrust, the young hood buried more and more of his prick. For a few minutes, Christina wondered if it were physically possible for her to be fucked to death. If so, she was sure it was happening to her now. The huge knob of Sam's moving prick was stabbing hard and fast at her pussy. Ohhh, how the fat stalk of his cock filled her tight cunt to overflowing! Christina felt her face and body covered with hot sweat as she writhed helplessly under him. He was fucking her brutally hard, and the searing pain she felt was agonizing.
"Nice, nice, fuck me back, slut, fuck me back," Sam grunted.
Christina flexed her cunt muscles tightly in a continuing attempt to expel his unwelcome prick. But that movement had quite another effect. Instead of forcing out Sam's cock, her pussy walls caressed his hammering prick, massaging the shaft of his cock until he thought he was going to shoot his wad of cum right then.
"Shit, I ain't met a babe who could do that in a long time," Sam gasped.
"Do what?" Jack asked, slowing down the thrusting motions of his cock.
"She's movin' her cunt around, grabbing onto my prick, you know, kinda like a mouth," he said, smiling weakly.
"Shit, that means she's been hungry for cockmeat for a long time. Baby, you ain't seen nothin' yet. Man, when we get through with you, you won't be able to piss for a week!"
Christina had no doubt these animals could make her a vegetable with their cocks. Right now, there was little she could think of except her pussy and those two cocks hammering away at her cunt and mouth.
To keep his load of cum packed down in his hairy balls for awhile, Sam slowed down. Now he was easing back, back, back, letting her feel the extent of her soreness inside. Then, when she thought he was actually going to take out his prick, he slammed his huge cock back into her, laughing when he saw the shocked look in her eyes at that move.
"Take my cock, bitch, take it all, gobble up my cockmeat like you really want some hard cock!"
Oh, she wanted his prick-wanted it badly by now. Christina couldn't have enough of the wonderful fucking! Sam increased his fucking speed gradually, shifting his hips from side to side, making her feel as much of his cockmeat as he could.
"MMMMGMFFFFF!"
Again and again, she felt flashes of humiliation wash over her. Before this, she had been a good girl, a kind girl, an obedient girl, never daring to cross her mother or her friends. And now, she was lying here in this horrible place, accepting this horrible rape. They had torn her cherry, removed the last vestige of her girlhood. The reason for fighting seemed gone. Christina clenched her eyes tightly shut, feeling the animal sensation of rutting growing stronger and stronger inside her.
"UGHHHH!"
When hands slid under her belly and raised her, the girl whimpered. Sam's fingers fanned out over her flat stomach, making the girl cry out in fear. Oh, what were they going to do to her now? Wasn't it enough that one was fucking her in the pussy while the other was forcing her to suck his cock? God, were they planning some new torment?
No, no, they were just trying to stimulate her more. Sam's hands kept on crawling up along the flatness of her belly, enticing her to wriggle back and forth. The movement seemed to drive his throbbing prick that much deeper into her cunt. No, no, she had to lie still. She couldn't resist these terrible men in their rape.
And yet, she had no control over her body. He was now massaging her nipples, squeezing her large tits. Oh, how good it felt! Her nipples began to stiffen with excitement, and she moaned softly. It didn't matter now that she was being forced to fuck. Wild sensations of sexuality flashed to all parts of her body. The way he manipulated his fingers against her rubbery nipple tips made Christina gasp with delight. She could hear him panting like some kind of wild beast. At times, the girl felt sweat dripping from his body onto hers. He was mastering her, covering her, pistoning his cock into her upturned pussy. The squishy sound of his prick thrusting into her fuckhole filled the tiny van. And then his hands slipped under her hips, tugging her firmly up, keeping her asscheeks tight against his crotch. Christina sobbed, feeling his throbbing cock inside her mouth tightening, getting ready to blow his jism.
"Ohhhh man, can't hold back. Man, I can't . . . hold back," Jack groaned through clenched teeth.
"Try, man, try. It's gonna be great when we both shoot our wads and-"
"NOW! FUCK, I CAN'T!"
Jack felt his jizz boiling up from his balls, shooting down like hot molten lead to his prickhead, then spraying out into the girl's mouth.
"MMGMMMFFFF!"
Christina tried jerking her head away once more. But Jack held her tightly to his crotch, rubbing his hairy groin from side to side against her nose and flattened lips as he kept firing his cum into her throat. At first, the girl thought she was going to drown in the stuff. Her mouth was filled quickly with his cum, much of the bleachy-tasting fluid oozing down her throat. Christina coughed, spitting out some of his jism, tears gathering in her eyes.
"Oh man, oh man, oh man . . . "
Jack fell forward, then caught himself, slowly pulling out his flaccid cock.
"Told you to hold back," Sam muttered. "Well, baby, you dig sucking cock? You like havin' ol' Jack's cock sliding between your lips?"
"No, no, awful . . . " Christina spat out, her face red with shame and the effort of being fucked.
"Sure, baby, sure, you're just juicin' in your cunt 'cause you ain't got nothin' better to do, right?" he said, raising one hand over his head and bringing it down hard against her ass.
"OGHHHHHHH!"
Again and again he slapped her jiggling asscheeks, watching as they reddened to a cherry color. Christina hated him, hated the man with all her heart. Yet that slapping was creating a warmth that somehow intensified the itchy ache plaguing her clit. Her mind sank into a dim haze as Sam slid the head of his prick back and forth inside her heated fuckhole.
"Hey, man, I think I'm gonna join you," Sam said, turning to his buddy and grinning. His grin turned to a frown as a particularly strong spasm shot through his prick.
Christina gasped, tears now running down her cheeks as she felt his cock swell more and more. The girl knew he was going to shoot his jism soon. She had felt the force of Jack's cum against the back of her throat. Sam's would be even stronger, considering he was already fucking her cunt. Her soft whimpers became louder sobs as she started realizing she was enjoying the fucking.
"Yes, oh yes," she gasped.
The continued thrusts of his prick inside her had built up sensations she had never known she could feel, had never been told could exist. If Sam hadn't been so concerned about himself, he would have noticed the backward thrust of her asscheeks against his thighs. She was loving the pounding of his prick, trying as secretly as she could to intensify the wild, delightful sensations inside her.
"Like it, baby, like fucking?"
"Yes!" the girl gasped.
Sam's hands were still flat against the underside of her hips, making her move up and down with each movement of his fucking cock.
"That's the way, baby, move your ass. Move it, move it! Make me shoot! Yeah, make my cock shoot real hard!"
Christina felt his continually thrusting cock stab her. Her thighs were spreading farther and farther apart. This made her cunt sink a little lower. Sam slapped her ass again-she would have to move her ass up higher, or he'd kick her back and forth in the van.
"UGNHHHHH!"
The big hood pounded his cock even faster now, feeling his jizz boiling in his dangling nuts. The sensitive flesh around Christina's cunt was being tickled excruciatingly by his cockhairs. The girl wished this would never end. In a way, Christina hoped they could go on fucking her all through the night. If nothing else, it kept them from doing something far more frightening.
"OH, OH, OH!"
Christina was going crazy with the sensations. She gasped and wheezed through flared nostrils. Oh, how she wanted more-more sensation, more prick sliding into her! For a second, she wished Jack could have made his cock hard again and slipped it into her mouth. She would have sucked him off again, wiggled her tongue over his prodding cock, swallowed willingly all that wonderful hot jizz that came spraying from his prick.
Sam gasped, jerking, pressing his fingertips hard against her hips as his white-hot cum jetted into her cuntslit.
Christina's asscheeks slammed against him with a wild force. She thrilled to the combination of the pounding cock and the sensation of his fingers still pinching and twisting her nipples. The whirling, tingling sensation that had demanded all of her attention, slipped a little, then finally sank into the pit of her cunt. With a mind-shattering blast, it exploded with a white light, driving the young woman over the edge.
" AHHHHHHHWAWWHHHHH!" Spasm after wild spasm shot through her cunt, knocking out every sensation except the wild one in her cunt. Again and again, her pussy clutched greedily at Sam's greasy, shooting hunk of prickmeat, pulling it farther in, milking his long prickshaft. Sam thrashed his head from side to side, arching his back, tensing his hairy ass as he drove his cock in again and again. Slowly he felt the jizz empty out of his balls. The girl was still going crazy under him, tearing at the carpeting, clawing, growling like some caged wild animal. "Ohhh, ohhhh . . . "
The red haze blanketing Christina's mind began to dissipate. She awoke from her sexual trance, broken, defeated, lying on the van floor. Christina realized what she had done, how she had disgraced herself by letting these men work her up to such a fever pitch. Oh, she could never look at herself again!
"Ohhh, baby, you're real fine. Man, we ain't gonna let you go for a long time. We got tapes and camera up at the place?" Jack asked, rubbing his prick against her face.
"Yeah, think so," Sam said, still keeping his cock embedded in her cunt. "We gonna make tapes outta this one? She'd be bitchin' to watch and listen to after we let 'er go." He smoothed his fingers over her upturned asscheeks and smiled as he listened to her terrified moans.
Yes, he wanted to fuck her again. But this time, he wanted to use some of the equipment he and his buddy had in their house. There would be ropes, chains, restraints, belts and dildoes for the girl to endure. Yeah, he'd had a lot of women up there who'd hung from the rafters and finally come around. But this one was going to be another story. She was trying to play the reluctant virgin, not being able to face her own sexuality. Sam liked that kind of inner fight, enjoyed watching a woman like that finally come to realize just how hot she was. Christ, and then they turned into hellcats, never having enough cockmeat, not being able to take enough abuse, still wanting more of both! He shuddered when he thought about it.
Christina shivered as he drew his softening prick out of her pussy. It felt as if someone were taking out all her guts. Her cuntlips puckered outward, gobs of cum oozing from her violated pussyslit and dribbling down her thighs. She slowly slid all the way to the floor, burying her face in the carpeting.
Oh, oh, why couldn't she die right there? Why couldn't they kill her now, put a gun to her head and pull the trigger? Surely that would be far better than living in shame and fear. But of course they didn't care about how she felt. They enjoyed watching her suffer, loved seeing her shiver in front of them, give in to their horrible demands while she fought with herself. With a shuddering sob, Christina bit her lower lip, knowing she'd have to find the strength to survive somewhere inside her to keep on going.
"Ughhhh . . . nice fuckin' bitch, but you ain't hit your stride yet. Come on, let's get some rope and tie the slut up. Then we're on our way," Sam said, reaching over and picking up the girl's bikini bottoms. He wiped himself off with the garment, then threw it onto her face while Jack found some clothesline in the truck. The two of them slipped the rope around her wrists, binding them together with a double slipknot, then using another piece of line for her ankles.
"Yeah, a good ol' figure eight oughtta take care of her legs," Jack commented, pulling the free end of the rope and thus ensuring she was securely bound.
' 'Ohhh!" Christina cried in terror as the two men finished binding her, then rolling her over on one side.
"Okay, let's get goin'. I'll stay back here with her," Sam said, slipping on his Levi's.
"Yeah? Well, just don't fuck 'er. I don't want the bitch outta commission before I get a chance to fuck her," Jack said, grinning at his buddy as he zipped up and slid into the front seat.
Christina heard the van start, felt the vehicle rumble forward onto the street. In a while, she could tell they were on a freeway. On either side of her, she knew there were cars filled with people-happy people, busy people, bored people. If only she could attract their attention -if only she could make them see what was happening to her in this van! But that was impossible. Instead, she lay on the carpeted floor, trying not to look at Sam, working her wrists against the line that bound them so tightly together she felt her fingers turning cold.
Somewhere back there, her mother was at home wondering where her daughter was. Her mother. Tears once again sprang to Christina's eyes. How could she ever face that wonderful moral woman again after she had submitted to these animals? And God only knew what else she would do when they took her to their place, wherever that was!
Keeping her thoughts to herself, the young girl lay quietly, wondering, with a growing terror gnawing at her heart, where they were going.
* * *
Back at home, Joyce Wilson was having problems of her own. Christina had been very, very wrong about her mother's sexual feelings, for Mrs. Wilson was a woman with feelings just as powerful and passionate as her daughter's. For the first few months after her husband's desertion, Joyce had managed to block out any sexual feelings. She felt nothing but contempt for men-hatred and fear of them. She had a daughter to raise, little money in the bank, and no husband to help her.
With much effort, she had retrained herself in the job market, had landed a particularly good position at a leading law firm in Los Angeles, and now was making more than enough money for her and her daughter to live comfortably.
But there was a hole in her life, a great vacuum left when her husband had gone. And now she was at home alone, sitting in her bedroom, combing her hair, feeling the smooth material of her dressing gown pressing against her body. Yes, all her senses were alive now. She could feel her nipples stiffening, her cunt tightening, her pussy juices starting to flow. And for what? What lover was waiting for her in the wings? What man was about to come and slip his arms around her, fondle her tits, kiss her and tell her wonderful things about her body and mind while he led her off to bed? No one, nowhere!
Joyce put down the brush and stared at herself in the mirror. No, she was no old bag, no middle-aged housewife with wrinkles and blotches all over her body. Time had been more than kind to her. She had the face and figure of a twenty-year-old, even though she was nearly thirty-six. Reaching up, the woman brushed back her hair, letting her gown fall open in front. Yes, her tits were still firm, still large, the nipples long and dark-red. Slowly, Joyce moved her fingers around her nipples, touching the sensitive areolas. She had to close her eyes, set her jaw firmly to gain control of herself. How silly this was! And yet how that light touch made her weak, made her fairly pant with desire. Perhaps she should pay attention to some of the lawyers at the firm who made occasional advances. Up 'til now, she had responded coolly.
A shower. A shower was what she needed to calm her nerves. Joyce rose from the blue vanity table, throwing off her gown and walking naked to the bathroom. The tingling in her cunt was growing worse, but a nice shower would work that off.
CHAPTER FOUR
Joyce stood in the shower, twisting her body under the heavy spray, feeling the droplets sprinkle against her swollen cuntlips. Joyce couldn't take any more. She was so hot, so very, very hot! Even the water had made her thighs tense, her knees grow weak, her nipples poke out and stiffen against the shower spray. Her feet slipping on the stick porcelain, Joyce raised one leg and climbed out of the tub, shivering as that movement made her cuntlips rub against her clit.
"Ohhhh God, God!" she gasped, staggering toward the sink. Behind her, the shower splashed into the tub, steam rolling out from behind the plastic curtain and spreading out along the ceiling. This was the worse her cunt-itch had been in a long time. She had blocked sexuality from her mind and body for too long! Now it raised its ugly head, making her clit burn like a candle.
What I need is a-cock!
Joyce leaned against the porcelain sink, resting her forehead against the steamed glass, thinking about cocks. A good hard prick, long, thick, ramming in and out of her pussy. Yes, she needed that, needed to fuck! The woman couldn't deny the powerful feelings racing through her cunt. Cock. Prickmeat!
Leaning back, she took a good long look at her face in the mirror. Her full mouth was already swollen a little with lust. Her eyelids drooped, her hair clung to the sides of her flushed cheeks. Yes, there was no doubt about it. She was in heat-in heat like some bitch dog in the gutter. At first Joyce stood there, concentrating on the steady pulsing beat of her clit. How it burned, how her clit took over her every thought! She stood there, panting like an animal, her breath growing more and more shallow and irregular with each passing so second.
It was so good, so very, very good standing like this, rocking her hips back and forth. Her cuntlips rubbing against one another made the woman growl, throwing her head back, feeling free, sexy, aroused! Her asscheeks jiggled from her rapid, side-to-side movement. The throbbing in her pussy grew worse, more intense, hotter and hotter as her legs rapidly moved back and forth. At times, she thought she was going to come-yes, come, climax. What wonderful words!
"Oohhh," she moaned.
Joyce was getting better at this. She smiled weakly at herself in the mirror, seeing her face become more flushed, more swollen as the fire raged out of control in her pussy. She was rocking her hips slowly at first, then as the subtle friction on her clit increased, she moved them faster. How good it felt-her pussylips rubbing against her aroused clit tip!
"Yes, yes!"
Her mind raced back to the days when she and her husband would fuck in bed-morning, noon and night-it didn't matter. Why, oh why had he run off with that young chippie? She was still young, attractive, innovative in bed. Her husband had told her so only a week before he had bolted!
"Fuck! Fuck!"
She had both hands on the edge of the sink now. Her feet were wide apart on the cold tiled floor. But the friction wasn't good that way. Throwing her head back, feeling the sweep of her long blonde hair over her shoulder blades, Joyce drew her legs closer together, dipping her asscheeks at times to increase the sensation.
"OHHHHHHH!"
It was too good. It was almost too good to have it last. No, no, she wanted the rubbing of her clit to continue. She didn't want to climax. No, it was far too soon!
Using every ounce of will she had, the attractive woman managed to bring her body back under control. She clung to the sink, using her last bit of strength to keep from falling to the floor. She was exhausted! Her flesh glistened with sweat. Saliva dribbled from the corners of her mouth as her itchy pussy throbbed like a festered wound.
Joyce giggled a little hysterically to quiet the frightening sensation in her cunt. Her clit throbbed and tightened while a strange spasm contracted her belly. Her tits felt so big, her stomach so queasy, Joyce thought she was pregnant again. Yes, pregnant with lust, with a wild desire to fuck!
"Oh no, no, no!" she cried.
Why did it have to end? Why had her stupid husband done such a terrible thing? Why had he left her, left her without any way to satisfy herself except with this kind of lonely sex?
Better not to think of it! Reaching down, the woman spread her cuntlips. Joyce shivered at her own touch. Her fingers were wet with cunt juice. She could feel something warm trickling down one thigh, dribbling down to her toes.
"Oh, my God!" she moaned as she became more excited.
Joyce pulled her cuntlips back farther, exposing her tiny fuckhole. Touching her cunt, feeling its slick hot surface, drove the woman wild. If only a man were touching her cunt like that, caressing her pussy while sucking on her nipples. That would be heaven, that would be exactly what her husband had done.
Through the mist on the mirror, she saw her tits rising and falling rapidly while her nipples hardened. Her areolas turned a darker shade of red as her excitement rose to a peak. The shower splashed behind her, making the bathroom hotter and steamier. The heat, the humidity, everything seemed to add to her excitement. Lust churned through every pore of her body.
"Oh, oh, OH!" Joyce wanted to touch herself all over. Both hands now grasped her soft, hairy, tightly cramped cunt muscle. "Ohhhhh God!" she gasped.
Her shoulders moved up and down, her swollen tits rubbing on the slick glass. Her fingers thrust into her cunt, the nails tickling her clit. It was good, so wonderfully, deliciously good. Her fingers slipped deeper and deeper into her fuckhole while her feet danced on the slippery floor.
It was so good, too good to stop. With her thighs clamped tightly together, Joyce dipped and wiggled her ass, moving so fast, sweat broke out all over her body. The steam from the running shower swirled about her. Everything was suddenly unreal, unbelievable! She was standing in her own bathroom, jacking off in front of a mirror!
What am I doing? Joyce thought, feeling a rush of shame. She was behaving like some teenaged schoolgirl finding out about sex for the first time. She was a grown woman with a daughter. But oh, this movement made her pussy feel sooooooo good.
The attractive woman pinched her clit, sliding her tits against the steamed mirror. Her asscheeks tightened, then separated, while she thrust her hips from side to side, sawing her fingers in and out of her cunt. Her tiny clit was engorged with blood-easy to grab. Each time she touched the little bud, Joyce thought of men-of cocks-and shivered. She had told her daughter to stay away from men until she was eighteen. Men wanted one thing only. If there were only one here now, she'd fuck him gladly, spread her legs and wrap them around his neck while he burrowed his prick into her hot fuckhole. Yes, yes. She wanted to feel loved, wanted to be possessed, trapped by a mammoth cock drilling into her cunt!
"Fuck, fuck, UGHHHHH . . . "
Joyce was spinning out of control. She was so hot, she was falling away from reality. Joyce didn't hear the footsteps down the hall, nor did she see the bathroom door crack open.
Two men entered the steamy space, backing down when they saw the tight-assed blonde dipping and rubbing her thighs together. Watching quietly, breathing hard, they saw Joyce sticking her fingers into her tight pussy one last time and give her clit a final jerk. As her climax burst in her cunt, the woman squealed, her feet pounding on the wet tiled floor while her body pitched forward. Joyce struck her forehead against the glass, wondering if she had broken the mirror. No, everything was intact. Her cunt was the only thing coming apart. Or so it seemed.
She moaned, closed her eyes, dragged her tits across the mirror. Her asscheeks danced and jiggled, slapping together. Spasm after spasm roared through her cunt while pussy juice dribbled out of her fuckhole and ran ss down her thighs. Flashes of sexual heat raced through her pussy, making the woman gasp in delight. Never before, at least not since her husband had fucked her, had Joyce felt this kind of sexual arousal. She moved back and forth, her fingers gripping the wet porcelain sink harder. No, she wasn't through. This had only been one of several orgasms she could fed building in her.
"Ohhhhh . . . " she moaned as she felt a new wave of pleasure travel from her cunt to her swollen tits.
She was still on her toes. Joyce wrenched her hips, and more cunt juice flowed down her thighs. Her cunt-hairs were slick with pussy cum. Standing there, gasping for breath, she remembered her husband again, how his fat long prick would sink into her cunt. How the two of them giggled, wondering if Christina could hear them.
The thought of those nights made her raise both hands and squeeze her tits. She squeezed harder and harder while her belly heaved and her thighs and asscheeks clenched together tightly. The balls of her feet slipped on the floor as she raised and lowered her hips again. Yes, she could feel another climax coming on! God, it had been so long since it had been this good. No wonder her body was going out of control!
"Come . . . come . . . " The word sounded so good, so wonderful on her pouting lips.
Her movements became more frantic, more wild as she danced in front of the mirror. The rush of the water, the swirl of the clouds of steam behind her, all added to the incredible sensations rushing through her body now. Cock, cock! If only she could have some cock. If only she could have the wonderful sensation of having her cunt fined, of having her pussy stretched to the point of endurance!
"Ohhhhh!" she moaned as she got closer to coming.
She was wet down there in her pussy, the slick clicking of her pussylips echoing through the room. Then, suddenly, the throes of her second climax cut through her with a jolt.
"COME!! . FUCK!! " She was crying through clenched teeth, feeling the room swirling around her. She clutched at her matted cunt-hairs. Her fingers plowed into her mushy fuckhole, toying with her clit as she swayed like a drunk. She slumped toward the wet floor.
"So, this is what the housewife does on her own, huh?" a voice barked from behind.
Joyce screamed, wheeling around. Suddenly her mind was cleared of all erotic fantasies. Her eyes narrowed as she saw two figures moving through the cloud of steam. It was like something out of a horror film! She covered her tits and cunt, slapping her ass against the sink as she tried to avoid the first man's reach.
While his friend laughed, the big man cornered her, his hands reaching for her narrow shoulders. The bulge in his pants was huge.
"Who are you? What do you want?" she managed to get out.
"It don't matter, baby. We broke in. Man, we didn't expect you to put on a little show for us, though," he said.
Joyce felt a wave of humiliation sweep over her. These foul men had seen her, had watched and sneered as she jacked off in front of them.
"You been without cock a long time, baby? Maybe you need a big cock to take care of that tight cunt of yours, eh?"
Joyce shivered as he touched her. He grabbed her thighs, then her tits. When he reached for her nipples, Joyce shrank away, pressing her back against the far wall. Behind her, the shower still splashed into the tub.
"Hey, Brad, what we gonna do? Wanna look around for some stash?" the second man asked, walking over and turning off the shower.
"What about the cunt, Joe? Man, she's too fine to just let go," he commented, smacking his lips.
"What if somebody comes in?"
Brad narrowed his eyes, tilting his head, thinking over his friend's question. He grabbed Joyce's throat, pressing down and in until he started choking off her air.
Joyce panicked, her eyes widening while her nostrils flared. She jerked her hands up, started clawing at his fingers while his grip tightened. She could hear his breathing become hard, shallow, irregular. He was enjoying this, he loved it! She could see the unholy joy glitter in his eyes as he choked the air from her body.
"Anybody else comin' in?" he whispered in her ear.
Joyce shook her head from side to side.
"My daughter-my daughter Christina, that's all," she managed to reply.
At that point, Joyce realized she had done something incredibly stupid. She had put her daughter's life in danger. Now these men knew the girl existed and might want to hang around the house until she returned.
"A daughter, eh? Man, I ain't had young pussy for awhile . . . maybe two days, huh, Joe?" Brad said, his gaze roaming freely over the naked woman's body.
"No. no, don't do anything to her. You can do it to me, but not to her!" Joyce cried as the grip around her throat loosened.
"Yeah, I'll bet you want somethin' done to you. Shit, the way you sawed them legs back and forth, I thought you were gonna mount the nozzles or somethin', " Brad said, his smile growing.
"Hey, come on, Brad. I don't like this kinda shit. Anybody could walk in and . . . " Joe began, peering over one shoulder and staring nervously down the hall.
"Look, I planned this whole thing. We been knockin' over the homes around here for the last week and suddenly we get lucky. You wouldn't turn away somethin' this good, would you?"
"No, no, guess not. But this is . . . different. Supposin' her daughter comes home and-"
"Okay, okay. You're so worried about the damned daughter, you wait downstairs for her. I'm gonna have mamma, here, show me where all the shit is, okay?"
"Yeah, okay," Joe said, backing out of the bathroom.
Joyce still cringed against the wall, her eyes wide and terrified. He was going to kill her. She just knew it. He'd rape her, then kill her, then wait to rape her unsuspecting daughter!
"Come on." Brad grabbed her roughly by the upper arm and pulled her away from the wall, shoving her through the doorway.
Joyce staggered forward, hugging her body protectively, feeling the cool air in the hall make her flesh pucker up into goosepimples. How vulnerable, how naked she now felt in front of this stranger! And he was so young and handsome! In spite of her terror and humiliation, Joyce was able to appraise her attacker and found him attractive. His black hair hung rakishly over one eye. His black beard and moustache, tanned, trim body and muscular chest had sent her heart pounding long before his threatening words had.
She started padding down the hall, then stopped, wondering where she should go.
"The bedroom," Brad said, interpreting her hesitation.
Joyce shuddered again, turning to the left and opening the door.
It had been so long since a man had been in here. Her husband was the last.
"Now, where you got the jewels and cash, mamma?" Brad demanded, closing and locking the door.
It didn't sound as if he were interested in money-at least for now. She saw the glint in his eyes, watched his full lips twitch with excitement as he stared at her naked body. She bent forward slightly, her ass touching the edge of the king-sized bed.
Brad nodded his head, then reached down and unbuckled the long, black leather belt from around his waist. He pulled it out from the loops, holding the end with the buckle tightly. He clenched his fist so hard, his knuckles turned white.
He snapped the belt hard against his legs, approaching her, his eyes never leaving hers. Brad raised his right hand, and the game began.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Please, please, don't hit me!" Joyce cried, backing up.
But the bed was there. Tumbling backward, the attractive blonde fell on her ass, her arms spreading out crucifixion-style. Seeing Brad approaching her with the belt held high in the air, Joyce rolled over onto her belly, grabbing a pillow and burying her flushed face into it.
"Slut! You're a nice, tight-assed slut, you know that?"
His insults couldn't touch her now. Her growing terror was far too great for words to have any effect.
"Oh please, please . . . " she whimpered.
Brad hesitated with the belt for a moment, his eyes staring at the woman's smooth back. He was staring at her ass, still glistening from steam and sweat. Then he let out a shuddering moan.
The woman saw his arm jerk up, heard the belt snapping in the air. Oh God, why was her cunt tightening, her clit spasming when she saw the belt arc above her head? This had never happened to her before. Yelping, the woman turned her head and buried her face once more in the pillow, waiting for the shock when the leather would cut into her flesh.
The thick leather belt sliced through the air, hissing as it came down hard on her clenched asscakes. She screamed, her fingers digging into the soft pillow while her ass jiggled and danced under the force of the Mow. A strangely comforting warmth then began to spread to all parts of her body, concentrating on her aroused clit.
"Nice ass. Nice ass. When I broke into here, I didn't think I'd be havin' myself one hell of a time with a nice ass," Brad said more to himself than to the terrified woman on the bed.
Joyce cried out again, her moans muffled by the pillow. Waiting for the next blow was worse than suffering it. She tried not to cry, not to give this young man the pleasure of watching her cringe and sob under his torture. But waiting for more pain was too much.
"UGHHHH!" she groaned as another sharp blow crossed the first one, leaving two broad red stripes on her ass. The thwacking sound of the leather echoed through her bedroom. Joyce jerked on the bed, making the springs squeak with her violent movements.
"Please, please . . . " she pleaded.
But Brad was too worked up to hear anything except her cries. Again and again he whipped her with his leather belt, watching excitedly as her asscheeks reddened. Joyce was sobbing, pleading, rocking her body from side to side, trying to get away from the belt and to keep her cunt and tits protected from the horrible weapon!
"OHHHHHH!" she screamed.
The tip of the belt now cut along her inner thighs, coming dangerously close to her cuntlips. A flash of sexual fire shot up through her pussy. Joyce chewed at the pillow, hiding her lust-bloated face while the nerves in her cunt vibrated with each blow. She kept her ass tensed. But instinctively, they opened and closed with the blows from the belt. Then, as
Brad slowed his assault, Joyce raised her ass in an attempt to absorb the last of the attack.
"You dig this, don't you?" he said with a sneer.
No, of course she didn't enjoy this! What kind of woman did he think she was? Joyce hugged her pillow more tightly, feeling she was going faint at any second.
"You want more? You want cock?"
The question made her sick with excitement. Yes, yes, one part of her mind responded to this young man, making her want to scream out the answer. Of course she wanted prickmeat! What else had she been thinking of back there in the bathroom while she was jerking herself off? And here was opportunity pounding down her door!
"NOOOO!" she screamed.
"Little liar," Brad barked, throwing his belt on the floor and unzipping his pants.
Joyce shivered, hearing the sound of his zipper being pulled down. She peeked over one shoulder and saw his hairy legs as he stepped out of his trousers. That huge cock hanging from between his legs made her heart stop, then start again. His cock was big, much bigger than her husband! She could take a prick like that in her cunt, but she wouldn't be able to walk for days!
Feeling her chest tighten with excitement, Joyce watched as Brad crossed his arms and pulled off his white cotton t-shirt, revealing a broad, hairy chest. The sight of him made her heart flutter, made her pussy tighten, then relax!
"Cunts like you keep sayin' no. But man, they heat up like a fuckin' blast furnace when they get some cock in 'em. You like that, baby?" Brad asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed.
Joyce could smell his sweaty body. The bed sagged as he leaned over and stroked her injured ass. She shivered. How good it was to have a man touching her, even if it was this animal who might kill her! Yes, as much as she hated and feared him, she wanted him. What a riot of conflicting feelings raced through her mind!
"So, I'm gonna fuck you, fuck you real good, real slow. And when I'm through, you-ain't never gonna want another cock again," Brad promised.
Joyce shivered, feeling her cunt start to twitch and juice all over again. Her clit tingled, and she could feel her pussy swelling with excitement as Brad crawled on the bed next to her.
"You want to suck my cock? You wanna go wild, me eatin' your cunt, your asshole?" Joyce buried her face even deeper into the pillow. Brad only laughed at her, pawing her shamelessly, shoving three fingers into her tight asscrack until she felt his nails scraping painfully along her asshole. Her legs jerked apart, and another cry of indignation and pain escaped her lips. The bed groaned and squeaked, and the headboard banged against the wall.
If only someone would hear me! she thought.
"Let's have a good taste of your bod, huh?" The young man crawled over her, his kness pressing hers together while he grabbed her shoulders.
Joyce shivered when she felt his tongue touching the sensitive spot between her shoulder blades. It was wonderful-marvelous -feeling that teasing sensation, feeling his tongue moving around and around on her flesh. She could hear Brad growling like an animal. At times, when he dipped down, she could feel his cockhead brushing over the backs of her legs. She wanted his big fat cock plowing into her cunthole, spreading her pussylips apart.
He was licking her ass now, his tongue caressing her belt-reddened flesh. He was lapping at her asscrack, moving his tongue down, down, into her tight asshole! Joyce moaned, her face blanching. Not even her husband had touched her down in her ass, had dared even to suggest it. Joyce knew fags did that sort of thing, but not men with women.
"Noooooo . . . ughhhh!" she groaned.
He was stiffening his tongue, shoving it against her tight asshole, his hands cupped on either ass-cheek, spreading them apart. Joyce dug her knees into the soft mattress, angling up, raising her ass to his probing tongue.
It was marvelous having a tongue fuck her stutter! Hot flashes raced through her pussy again and again as Brad's wonderful tongue fucked her ass!
"Fucking, baby, fucking. That's what we're gonna be doing," Brad whispered as he drew back from her ass. "I'll take care of your ass later. Right now, it's your fuckin' cunt I want!"
He rolled her over and clamped her arms back against the bed. Joyce stared up helplessly at the handsome thief, her heart pounding like a triphammer. One look at the woman, and Brad knew he didn't have to restrain her for this fuck. He placed his hand on her pussy, moving it slowly back and forth over her cuntlips.
Joyce let out a long, low, shuddering moan as his fingers squeezed the labia of her cunt together. It was good, so good having a man do this! It was what she'd been dreaming about for years. Fate had thrown this animal at her and it was wonderful, thrilling to have him fucking her like this.
She felt his cock rubbing against her right upper leg. It was so hot, so thick, so long. She gasped with delight at the thought of his big prick hammering at her cunt, stabbing her fuckhole violently.
"Yes, yes, yes," she whispered, rolling her head from side to side. She almost begged him to fuck her. But that would be going too far. She knew he was aware of her rising heat. That was enough. Instead, she lay back and let him take command. Her cunt needed a hard, ramming cock, and Joyce was determined to get it.
She gasped as his cockhead rubbed fresh life into her pussy.
He was completely on top of her now, his big hands pressing down on her shoulders while his knees shoved her legs apart. Joyce felt the thick pussy juices flowing from her cunt, down her thighs and onto the top sheet. She felt Brad's big prickhead pressing against her legs, then sliding up, up, toward her cunt. She could feel almost every nerve-ending in her pussy pulsing in anticipation of his advancing prick.
The knob of Brad's cock pressed right over her clit now. He rolled his hips, his cock pushing against the top of Joyce's cunt mound. As his fingers tightened around her shoulders, he rocked his body from side to side.
This has to be the hardest, biggest cock in the world, Joyce thought. She had never even seen pictures of men with cocks as big as Brad's. Surely, he'd split her in two with his gigantic cock-fuck her to pieces while giving her the ecstasy of her life!
Joyce moaned, turning her face away and drawing in deep, shuddering breaths. She began to rock her ass from side, directing the end of the thief's prick first against one cuntlip, then the other. Her clit was stimulated by the pressure-she was simmering, her cunt ready to boil over with pussy cum at a moment's notice.
Brad was kissing her throat, sucking hard, biting her, nearly breaking her flesh. For an instant, Joyce imagined his teeth tearing her open, ripping her to pieces. She shivered, dragging her nails over her thighs.
"Ohhhh!" she gasped as she thrust her hips forward, sliding her greasy cuntslit over his cockhead. She went wild, trying to slide onto the thick mass of Brad's prick. But her body wouldn't move down. In a flash, she knew why. Brad was purposely holding her back, holding her cunt at an angle where she couldn't impale herself on his prick. He wanted to tease her, make her scream when he finally fucked her.
"GOD!" The woman threw her head back, the cords and veins of her neck sticking out as she shuddered again. It was as if tiny earthquakes were going on inside her, getting stronger and stronger each time his prick slid over her clit.
She moaned low again, the noise rasping from her dry throat. Joyce wanted Brad's cock deep in her cunt. In spite of what this man was, she needed his warmth-his cock!
Then, feeling Brad relax his grip on her once more, Joyce thrust forward with her hips. She centered her pussy over his cockhead. Joyce went crazy, arching her back, shoving her shoulders against the mattress, rubbing her stiffened nipples against him. She wanted as much stimulation as possible. With a low throaty moan, she felt Brad's cockhead pushing hard against her cuntlips. Joyce twisted her hips, raising her ass off the mattress, feeling him enter her cunt.
"Unnghhh . . . OOOOOHHHHH HUHHHRRR!" she gasped with pleasure.
That was all she needed-his cock in her fuckhole! She ground her teeth, snapping her head back, throwing her arms around the big man and hugging him close to her. She was impaling herself on the rapist's cock, wanting n more stimulation, more sensation in her cunt.
"Baby, you're a nympho or somethin', " Brad whispered, feeling his balls tightening and the cum burning up the center tube of his cock.
"Oh fuck, fuck," Joyce grunted.
She was speared by his hunk of cockmeat, split in two by his prick. She pictured how they must look-twisting on the big bed, their bodies grinding against one another, their legs tangled while their hips bumped and slipped together.
The image excited her. She moved her thighs from side to side, shifting them subtly, pressing her cunt farther onto his cock.
"Unnghhhh!" When you do that . . . ohhhh man, when you do that, baby, you make me want to shoot my cum right in you. You want that? You wanna feel my jizz blastin' into your cunt? Tell me, baby, you want that?"
She could feel the spray of his saliva on her face.
"Yes, oh yes, I want to feel you come," Joyce panted, the words exciting her terribly.
"You wanna get down on my cock all night, baby? You wanna fuck all night?" Brad asked, tilting his body up slightly and rubbing his prick against her clit.
Joyce went crazy, her legs jerking, her head thrashing from left to right while her fingers raked Brad's upper back. She couldn't speak for several seconds. When the spasms had passed, Brad asked the same question once more, pulling his cock out of her cunt.
"Yes, oh yes, yes, yes!" she babbled hysterically, wanting him to fuck her hard.
Brad grunted, thrusting forward with his cock. His cockhead stabbed into her cunt. Joyce was babbling something, loving the sensation of her cunt being filled with prick, of having a man squirming on top of her, holding her down while fucking the hell out of her.
"Ohhhh, fuck me, fuck me!" she cried.
Brad obliged her, dropping his head and flicking his tongue into her mouth. She responded in kind, searching his mouth, rubbing her tongue over his teeth. He drew back and fucked her hard, his hipbones banging into hers.
Joyce relaxed for a second, her cunt resting on Brad's cock. His big prick was making her nerve-endings tingle. Then she tried something she had learned just before her husband had left. With a sigh, she contracted her cunt muscles, milking Brad's cock without moving her hips.
"Shit!" he rasped, his back arching. Joyce opened her eyes and saw Brad throw back his head, his entire body trembling. The big man was fighting for self-control.
"Jesus! I ain't never known a cunt who could do that," he gasped, looking down in surprise at the woman.
"I . . . oh, I can't help myself," Joyce gasped.
"OHHHHHHH BABY!" he cried as he pressed his face onto hers and kissed her passionately.
Joyce's tongue writhed like a snake against his. She sucked and licked at the same time, feeling the inner edges of his teeth with the tip of her tongue.
The woman wrapped her thin arms more tightly around Brad's back as the rising heat in her cunt make her shift her thighs from side to side more frantically. At times, she arched her back when Brad pulled his cock out of her cunt. She waited until the ridge around his prickhead tugged at her protective cunt muscles, then clamped her cunt down hard. Joyce thought she was going to fly through the ceiling when Brad shoved down violently, his cock bending slightly at the middle because of the resistance put up by her cunt.
"Ohhhhh!" Joyce sighed. She had forgotten about her daughter, about everything except this wonderful man making her feel things she hadn't felt in years! She was swiveling her ass, loving the constant pressure of his cock in her cunt.
"Fuck, baby, I can't hold back much more," Brad panted into her ear.
She shivered, feeling his lips touch her lobe. She was close, too. Oh so close now!
CHAPTER SIX
"FUCK!" Joyce shouted, not caring if the neighbors heard it. She was flying, going higher and higher. Her cunt was milking Brad's thrusting cock. Drops of pussy juice flecked her thighs and Brad's hairy legs as he pistoned his prick into her. The headboard banged against the wall behind them while the mattress and box springs squeaked and groaned. Joyce beat her legs against the mattress, wanting to come and yet praying God she could hold back-hold back until the dreadful teasing pressure became too much for her cunt and clit to stand, and she erupted into a mind-blasting orgasm.
Joyce moaned louder and more frequently, begging Brad to fuck her hard, telling him to suck her nipples, to even fuck her in the ass. She didn't care where she was fucked! All the woman wanted was for that terrible pressure in her cunt to build and build until it blew her to pieces!
"OGHHHHHH!" Joyce sobbed.
The roaring of blood in her ears was almost deafening. She was certain Brad could hear her heart beating as she ground her clit against him. Joyce loved the sensation of his cock stretching her cunt, loved the steady beating of his cockhead against her cunt walls!
"Mmmmmm!" the woman bit down hard on her lower lip until she could taste blood. This was too good, far too good to be true! Every time Brad's cock bumped against her cunt walls, she writhed in ecstasy. She was dripping sweat, the salty sting of it in her eyes adding to all of her other sensations.
Joyce was all the way down on his big cock now. She moved her ass around in frantic circles, supporting her body with her shoulders and the balls of her feet.
"Man, baby, soon, soon . . . " Brad whispered.
The tension in Joyce's cunt and belly intensified. She dug her fingernails into Brad's shoulders, dragging her nipples across his chest. She pushed down, flexing, then relaxing. The woman could feel his hand sliding down around her hips, moving in toward her asscrack. She felt his callused fingers caressing her milky flesh, then felt one finger slide around the ring of her asshole. With a groan, she moved her ass away, wanting him to concentrate on her cunt. She needed the sensation in her pussy, needed to feel wanted, fucked in her cunt!
But Brad continued to feel her ass, digging his fingernails into her asscheeks. Joyce felt all the nerve-endings in the plump, firm globes of her ass stand on end, naked to his touch. The insides of her thighs burned as her cunt juice bubbled out on them, trickling down her legs and his balls. The thought of the two of them fucking, sliding against each other on the bed that she and her husband had fucked on, heated her mind. If only her husband could see her now-if only he could see the woman he'd left fucking this animal like some frantic sex maniac, he'd know what he'd abandoned.
"Jesus, baby, NOW!"
Joyce toyed with him, stopping her movements for awhile and concentrating on simply milking his cock with her cunt. Brad groaned, his body shivering. How strange it was she could control him now, making him weak and helpless when only a few minutes ago, he and his buddy had her cringing in the corner like a dog.
"Oh my God!" she shrieked, the first flashes of orgasm tearing through her cunt. Joyce felt her climax simmer in her cunt just as Brad was going to shoot his jizz. She could feel his prick ballooning out, could feel it spasming as hard as her cunt was.
Joyce sucked in a deep, sobbing breath. It made her cunt feel even fuller. A wildfire started in her cunt mouth, spreading in a flash to all parts of her body. Her entire belly seemed to bulge with prick. She was coming with a huge prick lodged deep inside her! Joyce grunted, ramming her pussy down onto Brad's rock-hard prick, and the stimulation quickly centered on her clit.
"OGHHHHW AWWH WHHHH!" Joyce exploded, reaching her devastating peak. She could feel the hard, heavy jolt of his cum blast inside her cunt. She wept and struggled, her fists beating the big man. Electrifying waves rippled from her cunt to her nipples, making every muscle in her body spasm. She kicked and clawed wildly.
The massive thrusts of Brad's spurting cock seemed to last forever. Joyce felt her cuntwalls grasp his cock as jizz shot from his cockhead.
Joyce felt as if she were all cunt-wet and hot and pulsating in every cell of her body. Her cunt milked Brad's throbbing cock as she bounced up and down on the shaft of his prick like a maniac. Even when the thrusts of the big man's prick slowed down, Joyce's climax went on and on! She was being fucked by the hardest, strongest cock in the world!
When Joyce finally drifted back to reality, Brad had slipped his cock out of her cunt and was standing next to the bed.
"Fuckin' good, mama. You've got one hell of a hot pussy there. Bet my partner'd like to fuck you too," he said, wiping his lips with the back of one hand.
The fucking had been good-too good. Joyce at last realized what kind of trouble she was in. These men were going through her house, robbing her, raping her. And there was nothing she could do!
"Right now, I'm gonna make real sure you don't get no funny ideas like runnin' away," he said, hitching up his pants, then opening and rifling one of the bureau drawers. He pulled out several pairs of nylons, twisting them into long ropes. Joyce's eyes widened as he approached her with the nylons stretched long and thin between his hands. Was he going to strangle her? She backed away, eyes focused on the approaching thief. She clawed at the cum-stained top sheet as she inched backward. Joyce let out a tiny whimper when she felt him looping the nylon around one wrist, then the other, binding them tightly together with a double slipknot.
"Shit. I could fuck you now, tied up like this," Brad commented, wrapping another nylon around her bound wrists. He attached it to one of the decorative poles at the side of the headboard so that Joyce lay with her hands and arms drawn high above her head.
When Brad went back to the bureau to pull out more of its contents, the woman tried to wrestle free. But every movement she made seemed to draw the knot more tightly around her wrist. Any tighter, and she would be cutting off circulation to her fingers. Defeated, Joyce relaxed, wondering what would happen next.
"Oh, take what you want and go," she begged, thinking about her daughter now. What if Christina were to come home and find these men ransacking the house? Would she have enough sense and time to bolt for the door and escape before they . . . The thought of her daughter being raped brought shivers to her spine.
Brad walked back to the bed, took her right leg, sliding it to the edge of the bed and looped another nylon around her ankle, attaching the free end of the stocking to one of the legs of the bed.
"Hey, come on down here, Brad! Found a jackpot," his buddy suddenly called out from down the hall.
"Yeah, yeah," Brad muttered impatiently He glared at Joyce. "You try anything funny, and I swear we'll find you. And when we do . . . "
Joyce shivered, shaking her head from side to side, whimpering that she wouldn't try anything while he was gone. Brad smirked at her, then strode out of the bedroom, leaving her alone.
Joyce lay there, bound to the headboard, one leg attached to the bed support, cum and pussy juice still oozing from her cunt and trickling down her thighs. She closed her eyes, thinking about Brad, remembering how it had felt being split open by his cock and fucked until she almost died of pleasure! They were terrible men-men who would probably kill. She knew her life was in danger, but perhaps this knowledge accounted for some of the odd excitement still racing through her cunt. The idea of danger seemed to add spice to her erotic feelings.
Christina! Her mind snapped back to more urgent things. Where was her daughter? She hoped the girl was out with her friends having a good time. Perhaps then she wouldn't come home early and land right into the arms of those maniacs.
The way Brad had fucked her, driving at her harder and harder and then backing off, watching her frustration and arousal grow while he let his cock throb against her slick cunt-yes, he was a real sex maniac!
What on earth could she be thinking about? She was smiling, while those two were downstairs planning God only knew what! She should have been thinking of ways to escape! Joyce tried clearing her mind, concentrating on the bonds, wondering how she could twist free in order to climb out the window and get help.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Christina was not having a soda with her friends. Sam and Jack had driven her away from the beach and fucked her. Now she lay hog-tied in the back of their van. After nearly an hour of driving around, the girl felt the van slow, turn into what felt like a driveway and then park.
The men carried the sobbing girl out into the night, moving her quickly from the van to a small, one-story house. Jack had shoved a rag into her mouth to keep her from screaming for help. But that was unnecessary-the house was surrounded by empty warehouses.
Christina didn't have time to reflect on the make-up of the neighborhood. In a flash, she was inside the house, tossed onto a dirty sofa. She flinched as the door slammed shut.
"Wanna belt 'er?" Jack asked as he looked at her lush, naked body.
"Naw. Got somethin' better for this hot number," Sam replied, smoothing his fingers over her shoulders.
Christina jerked away from his touch, her wrists and ankles hurting as the ropes chewed into them.
"Let's untie her. Can't fuck a girl tied up like that," Sam said as he reached down and starting to unfasten the knots.
"Oh no-no more! No more fucking!" Christina cried.
It had confused her so! When the men had fucked her cunt and mouth, the sensations had been so wild, so crazy the girl hadn't had enough time to evaluate all of them. She was still reeling from the effects of that wild rape-the warm sensations that had seized her clit and cunt.
"I'll take 'er in the ass," Jack said.
The words snapped her mind back to reality. Take her in the ass? She remembered how the men had toyed with her asshole-how one of them had shoved his finger up her ass while she was whipping her thighs from side to side. But that was different! They had all been lost in the throes of orgasm. Almost anything was permitted then. But now one of them was coolly talking about ass-fucking her.
"No, no, I won't let you!" she screamed.
Her legs were free now. When Jack tried coming up to her, she kicked out, trying to hit him in the face.
"Little bitch's gotta be taught some manners," he muttered.
"Come on, man. We're both gonna take care of 'er-just like we did in the van," Sam said, walking up to her. With a quick savage movement, he slashed one hand across her tits, backhanding her face.
"YAYGHHHHH!" she screamed.
The sudden move frightened and shocked the girl. Sam smiled grimly at her. He seemed about to say something. Then he stopped, laughing at her as she stared up at him with terrified eyes.
"Nobody talks back to me or my buddy, understand?" he said, reaching down and grabbing a fistful of her long blonde hair.
Sam was pulling up on it, twisting it around, hurting her scalp. Christina could barely get a yes out from between her lips. She wanted to scream out, to sob. But that would only worsen an already bad situation. She had told herself back there in the van that she was going to survive-survive, no matter what. Already these men had done their worst, stolen her cherry from her, fucked her, then laughed while she twisted and panted on their shooting cocks. There was little they could do now, she thought, that would drive her deeper into degradation. Let them do their worst. She was strong. She'd survive, survive long enough to see them marching off to prison.
"Keep her hands tied. I don't want 'em scratchin' my eyes out," Sam said.
Christina moaned as he pawed her tits, her belly," her cunt. Jack slipped a finger into her fuckhole and was wriggling it around, his jagged fingernail scraping her sensitive pussy walls. It was so humiliating! When she cried out again, Sam hit her again, this time nearly knocking her unconscious as his knuckles sent her flying against the back of the couch.
"She's too wild, man. We gotta tame 'er," Jack said, setting his jaws firmly together.
Sam studied the girl, then nodded.
"Come on, girl, we're gonna teach you some manners. Then we'll see if you're as hot as you were a couple of hours ago."
Sam moved behind her, raising her off the cushions, then forcing the young woman to stand up. Christina stood in the badly lit living room, looking around at the shabby furnishings. She guessed this was where the two of them lived. How awful! There was the stench of dirt and even piss in the air, while in the background, she could hear the steady sounds of factory-work.
They took her to the bathroom, flicking on a bare light that glared from the cracked ceiling. Christina shrank back, seeing several black shiny roaches scurrying to the many cracks in the walls. "Get in the tub."
It was cold. She crossed her arms over her tits, rubbing her hands briskly over her body as her feet shuffled over the tiled floor. Nothing had been cleaned in this place for years. It was a sty! The sink was black with dirt and oil, and the tub was almost as bad. She stood at the cracked edge of the old-fashioned tub, peering down at the gray crust covering the porcelain surface.
"I said get in, or I'll shove you in head-first," Sam said menacingly.
He placed one hand between her shoulder blades and pushed forward hard, nearly knocking Christina off-balance and into the tub. Her knees struck the side of the tub with a thud, the contact sending shards of pain through her legs.
"OOOOF."
"Now inside."
Shivering, Christina did as she was told, raising one leg, then the other, finally standing in the middle of the tub, trying to cover her tits and cunt. She was wondering what on earth these men were going to do with her here like this.
"Down on your fuckin' knees," Sam ordered. "Get me some water, okay, man?"
Jack was smiling strangely at her, his thin lips curled up, and his eyes dancing with mischief. He filled a glass with water from the sink, handing it to Sam, who drank it. They repeated this little procedure again and again until the large man had finished drinking four glasses. He let out a watery belch, then slowly stripped off his clothes. The girl realized what he was going to do and felt her belly turn over.
"You just kneel there and take it, understand?" Sam said.
He was in the tub now, his legs spread, straddling her. Christina looked up as he fingered his limp cock. God, he was going to piss on her!
CHAPTER EIGHT
"I told you not to do anything, you stupid little bitch. I'm gonna piss on you just to show you what you are, baby. You ain't nothin' more than a piece of shit . . . just shit, understand?"
Sam's voice was trembling, his face turning red while a droplet of urine oozed from his prick. Christina shivered, waiting for the awful shower.
Then it came. She sucked in her breath as the hot yellow stream of piss splashed all over her body, some of it filling her navel, more dribbling through her cunt-hair and slicking down her thighs. It was awful, humiliating, degrading. Christina didn't know quite how to respond to it. Nothing like this had ever happened to her before. Her parents had occasionally slapped her, shouted at her when she'd done something wrong or nasty. But this . . . this was beyond thought, beyond comprehension! As she knelt there on the cold cracked porcelain, her hands braced against either side of the bathtub while Sam pissed on her, the girl thought of her home once more and let out another cry.
"I told you not to move around, understand?" Sam spat out.
She shivered. Her hips wiggled, instinctively trying to shake free of the hot shower of piss.
"UGHHHHH!" She almost wretched as the warm oily fluid gathered under her ass in a pool.
The thought that she was .being used as a sewer, a toilet for these men, sickened her. The stench rising around her was awful. Christina gagged, both arms racing for her throat as the bile rose. It was with a good deal of effort that Christina kept from vomiting.
Then the stream of piss stopped. She put her hands down, and her face remained calm except for some nervous twitches in her cheeks.
"Yeah, not bad, but the cunt can't keep still," Sam said, stretching out a hand for another glass of water.
"Maybe she's so fuckin' hot when she sees your prick, she wants it no matter what's goin' on," Jack suggested, filling the glass and handing it back to his buddy.
"It just makes her good and sick," he said frankly, downing the fluid, then giving the glass back to Jack for another refill. "But I don't give a fuck, understand?"
The big man stretched out a hand and grasped the skin under Christina's chin. She groaned, the pain of that pinch making her head throb.
"Now, open your mouth!"
No! That was too much. She knelt there, clapping one hand across her lips in silent protest.
"STUPID SLUT!" Sam growled. He pulled at her hair, yanking it until Christina thought he was going to snatch her bald.
She screamed, her head hitting one side of the tub hard. Stars popped behind her eyes as she slid to the floor. When her nose neared the pool of piss, she snapped to, scratching her way up from the bottom of the tub.
"Now open your fuckin' mouth and look at me," he ordered.
The piss started again. He directed the stream to her lips, tongue, chin, then up to her eyes.
"UGHHHHHH!" she gagged.
What did they expect of her? Why were they doing this awful thing, humiliating her in this terrible way? The disgusting piss sprayed over her tits, droplets flecking into her eyes and nostrils. And all around her, the yellow puddle increased, moving down slowly over the cracked porcelain tub floor toward the drain.
Her throat tightened while that awful sour taste rose higher and higher in her throat. The piss cascaded over her body.
"You think she digs this?" Sam asked, squeezing his thighs together and temporarily cutting off the flow of piss.
"Man, types like her dig any kind of pain, you know? She'd dig it if you shit on her face!" Jack said, growing excited as he watched the girl's humiliation.
"Yeah, a real toilet face," Sam commented, relaxing his muscles and letting the piss flow again.
Christina shivered. No, it wasn't true! Now, kneeling in front of him, the girl felt no pleasure . . . at least not the kind they were talking about. Her cunt was cool, not reacting to this horrible situation. But there was a thrill-one the girl couldn't describe. It was the excitement of being overpowered, of feeling like nothing under this terrible, wonderful man. She looked up once more, saw his hairy hanging balls tensing, studied the thick, muscular legs some ten inches in front of her and felt her heart leap. Yes, there was something there that made her swallow hard, made her feel her pulse race like mad.
"Now, sit up, baby, and bring yourself up here. That way I can shoot into your face more," Sam ordered, stopping the flow of piss once more.
Christina pushed with her elbows, feeling herself drawn like metal to a magnet. She raised herself, her mouth still opened wide, her eyes unblinking. She met his narrow-eyed stare.
"SLUT!" He moved the piss stream from her tits back up to her face.
The girl closed her eyes, feeling the rush of urine strike and spatter over her front teeth, splashing onto her tongue, then hitting her upper lip.
"UGHHHHHH!" Christina choked, swallowed, choked some more. But she endured the assault. Now she was feeling something-something like what they were talking about before. Her cunt was warming, actually growing tight, tensing with excitement as the piss washed in and out of her opened mouth.
"Yeah . . . " Sam sighed. He was just about through with his pissing scene.
Just as he went dry, Christina thought she could feel an orgasm about to erupt. She shivered, rubbed her thighs together, daring to move one hand to her cunt and rub her fingers over her cuntlabes. She was going to come, going to climax right there in the bathroom with all the stinking piss around her!
She threw her head back, her hair falling over her shoulders while her eyes screwed into a squint. She prayed the men would think she was reacting in disgust at what they were doing. Neither of them would know the real reason for her squirming. She cried out again, cupping her cunt while she peeled back her cuntlips.
"I'll take care of your cunt-itch for you, baby," Sam said.
He raised one foot, balancing himself carefully by holding one palm against the wall. She looked at him in disbelief as he guided one toe into her cunt. He sucked in a deep breath, shuddering as he felt her cunt clamp tightly around his toe. Christina fell backward, her ass hitting the piss-slick bottom of the tub. Her fingers rubbed over the filth. She was no better than a pig wallowing in its own muck! God help her, she was so young and already doing things the most experienced whore would have winced at.
"You wanna shit on 'er?" Sam said, pulling himself out of the tub.
"Maybe later," Jack said. "Man, I'm so fuckin' hot watchin' the two of you I could fuck her right there in all that damned piss."
"Let's string up the bitch and give 'er the beatin' first, though . . . give it to her now," Sam said, wiping the piss off his feet, throwing the towel to the trembling blonde teen when he was finished with it.
"There you go, baby, clean it up. We're gonna give you some more instructions on behavin', " Jack added.
Christina covered herself with the towel, warily watching the two men as she stood up and began toweling the piss off her body. The smell was getting worse. She dabbed the material over her crotch, then rubbed it over her tits briskly. She needed a shower, water to wash away the awful filth. But these men weren't about to give her anything.
"Okay, baby, come on. This ain't no beauty treatment you're gonna get."
Christina let the towel fall into the tub as she stepped carefully out onto the floor. Sam was already out of the room, having hitched up his pants once more. She followed, ignoring the pinch Jack gave her ass. Hanging her head, letting her hair curtain her face, she moved slowly, feeling like a condemned woman being led to the chopping block.
"Where to?" Jack asked, stopping by the kitchen.
Sam smiled, his eyes traveling to the rear door. "Out back. The swings, man. Nobody's gonna hear her," he said. "The fence is gonna hide us, and with all them factories, shit, it's a piece of cake. Get some rope from the basement. We're gonna have ourselves a little swing party." He turned and kicked open the rear door.
Christina let out a little yelp as the door swung open and hit the side of the house. She marched out, rubbing her fingers over her arms to ease the cold.
"Stop there," Sam said, walking up behind her. She shivered, feeling his hands sliding over her shoulders, those big fingers digging into her flesh.
"Ohhhhh!" she groaned.
"We're gonna have ourselves a little fun. Come on, bitch, park it there."
Sam moved her forward until she was directly under the A-frame of what used to be a swing-set. She could see Jack walking toward them with several long pieces of rope dangling from his hand.
"Found these in the kitchen under the sink.
Forgot we used 'em to haul some shit over here from San Bernardino," he said, dropping all the pieces except one twelve-foot section of half-inch line. The big stud threw the rope over the top of the A-frame and Sam grabbed the free end, tugging it snug.
"What are you going to do with me?" Christina ventured to ask in a tiny voice. She could still smell the awful odor of stale piss from her reeking belly and pussy. If only she could have a bath, some sort of shower to wash away the terrible smell!
"You're gonna feel ten feet tall when we get through with you," Jack said, chuckling as he picked up another piece of line and told her to hold her arms out straight. She did so, her lower lip trembling as the young man looped the rope in figure eight fashion around her wrists, binding them together with a double square knot.
"Haul 'er up," Sam ordered, attaching the twelve-foot section of line to her wrists.
Christina winced as Jack and Sam took the free end of the rope and started backing away from the A-frame. Slowly, steadily, the line tightened, groaning over the swing's support beam, drawing her arms high above her head. As the tension increased, the rope tightened around her wrists, drawing her up, up toward the metal bar overhead.
The rope was pulling so hard at her arms! Christina's eyelids fluttered, her jaw slackened as she felt the tension increase against her arms and shoulders. They were pulling her up off the ground! The girl stood on tiptoe, trying to ease the pressure on her wrists and shoulder sockets.
But Sam and Jack kept moving backward, tightening their grip on the line as it twisted and groaned.
"OHHHH! Stop!" she screamed. Her feet left the ground. Up, up she went, her body twisting slowly in the light breeze. Her firm tits jiggled slightly from the movements she made. The pressure on her wrists and arms was terrible. For a moment, Christina thought she heard something pop in her shoulders.
They stopped when she was about one foot off the ground, securing the free end of the hauling line to an iron fence stake.
"Now, don't she look all nice and pretty?" Sam taunted, reaching down and unbuckling his belt. Jack followed suit.
"Let me go. Oh God, doesn't someone hear me? Please, please, someone help me! HELP!" Christina cried out again and again, her voice finally tapering off as her vocal cords became sore from shouting. She whimpered, her head hanging down against her chest, her long blonde hair curtaining her face. It was useless, futile. There was no one to hear her screams. She heard the sounds of work in the distance-heavy hammering and pounding. The workers were so far away, they wouldn't have been able to hear a gun go off here.
"All through?" Sam asked, snapping the belt against his thigh.
"She's finished, man. All washed up," Jack said, moving behind the girl.
"Phew! She smells! Man, smells like somebody took a piss on her or something, huh?" Sam said, wrinkling up his nose.
"Yeah, what's the matter, chick? Don't you know you gotta use the toilet?" Jack asked. "You can't piss on yourself like that! It ain't nice. People ain't gonna talk to you if you smell like the bottom of a toilet!" He doubled the belt and tapped it against his leg.
Christina jerked her head around, peered down at the man behind her, then turned and faced Sam in front. She was surrounded! From the way they were holding those belts, she could well guess what was on their minds.
"No, oh no, no!" She was crying out again, jerking her head from side to side, feeling terror knife through her heart. Once her father had beaten her lightly with a belt. She'd been able to feel the sting of the leather on her bare white ass for several days after. Now they were going to repeat that same nightmarish action!
Sam was the first, moving up to within four feet of the hanging, trembling girl. Christina closed her eyes, biting down hard on her lower lip. A visible tremor went up her spine and shook her entire body. Sam jerked his arm back-the leather uncoiled and shot back with a snap. It hissed through the air in a broad arc, coming down against her body just below her left lower rib.
"YAHHHGGAGHHHH!" It felt as if someone had touched her belly with a hot poker. Christina jerked her ass back, and swung like a piece of meat from a butcher's hook, screaming and yelping as the injured area turned red and started swelling up.
"Man, she's somethin' else, man," Jack said through clenched teeth. "Just touch her and she goes crazy." He tightened his grip on the belt and stared at her white, fleshy ass in front of him. Involuntarily, Christina was tightening her asscheeks, then relaxing them, the movement arousing Jack terribly.
"Oh, oh, ohhhh . . . " she moaned.
She sagged in her bonds, the pain finally ebbing. Jack moved up, letting the belt trail along the ground. He was breathing unevenly. Christina heard him panting, heard the black leather belt cut through the night air. She tensed, grinding her teeth together. For a moment, she felt only terror-sheer, animal terror. Then thwack! The belt slashed a broad mark across her ass, forcing out yet another sharp cry from the girl's throat.
Her body swung out toward Sam, twisting slightly to the left. The young man reached out, grabbing a fistful of her cunt-hairs and yanking them out. It felt as if a thousand hot needles had pierced her cunt! Screaming and screaming, the girl swung back in Jack's direction, sobbing, begging the men to let her go.
Jack and Sam stopped for a moment, waiting for her swinging body to come to rest.
"She's sure loud, man," Sam commented, watching the girl's terror-stricken eyes focus on him.
"Yeah, you know, somebody might hear her anyway," Jack whispered to his buddy.
Christina couldn't hear them. There was a roaring in her ears that blocked out everything except her own tortured cries. She moved her fingers against the ropes, twisting helplessly, hoping God would somehow cut the rope, let her get free from these maniacs. Her wrists ached from the tough line cutting into her flesh! At times, she thought her arms had pulled out of their sockets, especially when she jerked and twisted after being beaten by these animals!
"You gonna yell, bitch?"
Sam doubled his fists and swung one into her lower belly. The suddenness of the blow, its intensity, knocked the wind out of Christina. She gagged, the dull pain seeming to wrench out her guts. Her eyes opened wide while her legs kicked out again. She swung back and forth, the ropes groaning with the weight of her body.
CHAPTER NINE
They hit her again. Twice the girl actually tried climbing up the rope to get away from that awful burning lash. It chewed at her body, sending showers of pain all through her flesh. She kept grunting, fighting down the screams, panic showing in her face.
"You dig this, baby, really like it?" Sam asked.
"No, no, awful . . . let me go. Oh God, you're going to kill me!"
"Yeah, well that's the breaks, then," Jack said, smoothing his hands over her ass.
Christina no longer felt any shame. She felt nothing except the fear of being hit severely again. She was afraid they would keep her hanging here all night, flaying the skin off her. And no one would ever know what was going on! She thought of her mother and home again. Why was this happening to her? Surely there were other girls far worse than her, who deserved this kind of punishment!
Sam struck her again with the belt across her belly. There was an instant of intense cold, followed by a flash of heat and pain. Christina screamed, jerking her head from side to side. Her thighs were on fire! Sam kept swinging at her, slashing the belt over her belly, then up to her tits, directing the leather across her nipples.
The sharp pain was getting worse as the beating became savage. Jack was hitting her now, directing the belt over her firm ass, licking his chops when he saw her asscheeks jiggling from the force of his continued blows.
"UGHHHOOOOOO!" Christina shrieked. She felt she couldn't do anything to protect herself.
Folding one leg over the other in a vain attempt to protect her cunt, she only encouraged Jack's wrath. He kicked her legs apart with his booted feet, then directed the belt onto the flesh just above her cunt. She trembled, waiting for him to slice into her pussy!
Then Sam began hitting her savagely, the belt slapping her ass again and again until her plump asscheeks were red.
Christina writhed in pain from the whipping. She felt the warm stickiness of her sweat oozing down the sides of her body. Sam looked at her, licking his lips. The twisting tortured body in front of him aroused a lewd feeling in his prick. He reached down, cupping his stiffening cock in one hand, staring up at the moaning blonde teen.
"Bitch!" he growled at her.
He reached out once more, grabbing at her cunt. She screamed, kicking out at him, swinging back and forth on the overhead rope. Somewhere in the distance, she could hear railroad cars coupling, banging together while this awful animal was tearing at her pussy!
"Stop! NOOOOOO, STOP! STOP!" she screamed as loudly as she could.
The pulling, ripping sensation tore through the young girl like a knife. Christina brought both knees up to her belly as Sam tore out yet more of her blonde cunt-hairs.
Sam seemed to be going into a kind of frenzy. He lashed the belt across her face, her lips, the tops of her tits. Christina struggled, all her nerve-endings overloaded. The ropes sliced skin off her wrists as she jerked and bobbed with each stroke of the belt. Again and again, the girl screamed at Sam, begging him to stop, sobbing for the help that would never come. Her shrill cries shot out into the night air, heard only by a nearby dog howling in sympathy with the tortured girl.
The harder she fought with Sam, the more pain she brought on herself. When she swung upward, the belt crossed her nipples, burning into the sensitive tips. When her legs struggled to snap together to protect her cunt, his fingers were back on her pussy, grabbing at her flesh, tearing into her soft, vulnerable cuntlips.
"AHHHHHHH!" she moaned in agony.
Sam lashed and beat her, grabbing for her pussy. She tried climbing on the rope again, hearing Sam growl up at her. She thought he was saying something. But the words were lost in the rage of his hatred. Christina felt him hunching against her thighs. Was he going to try fucking her like this?
"Christ, my arm's tired," Sam said, throwing down the belt.
"Yeah, know what you mean," Jack agreed, hitting the girl several more times before throwing down his belt as well.
"Should we wash her off? Man, you could smell 'er a mile away, man. Get the hose,"
Sam said, rubbing the back of his hand over her cunt.
Christina's flesh had become almost numb from the constant hammering of the belt. Again and again it had sliced into her, tearing at her relentlessly.
"Gimme a hand, Sam!" Jack shouted from around the corner of the house.
Christina sagged once more in her bonds, trying not to move. Her fingers were cold, almost numb from the cutting pressure of the line. She asked herself why this had happened to her. Why had these men chosen her to kidnap, to fuck, to torture in this awful way? The breeze blew a little more strongly now, moving her body from side to side. She shivered, gooseflesh puckering up her skin. The men were coming back now, Jack holding something in one hand. It was the hose. Sam stood back against the house, his hands on the spigot.
"Gonna clean you off, honey. Can't fuck you when you smell like some goddamned John," Jack said, aiming the nozzle directly at her pussy.
"Okay!" Sam shouted out.
"OGHHHHHH!" Christina gasped. The blast of cold water against her face knocked the wind from her lungs. She jerked her head to one side, fighting for breath, trying to keep from drowning in the harsh cold spray.
"Look at 'er jiggle. Man, she can't get enough of it! Gettin' clean, bitch?"
"STOP IT! OH GOD, I CAN'T BREATHE!" Christina screamed at the top of her lungs.
Sam and Jack didn't stop. They played the stream of rushing water up and down her body, directing the water at times at her tits, forcing them up toward her face, then moving the stream down to her cunt.
The water hit like a hammer on her sensitive pussy flesh. It opened her cuntlips and stimulated her clit. Even though the water was cold, Christina felt herself becoming aroused by the steady pressure against her clit. The girl jerked her knees up to her belly, clamping them together, trying to hide her cunt from the erotic, clit-arousing stream.
Jack and Sam moved the water now up to her neck, playing it around her shoulders, tangling her hair around her throat. Christina felt the water starting to fill her lungs. The girl didn't pay much attention to the ropes tugging and tearing at her wrists. All she cared about was that rushing stream beating against her clit. She was numb to the cold now, feeling only the erotic pressure building slowly in her pussy.
"She's diggin' in on her cunt, man. I knew no she'd dig it," Sam said.
"Shit, this one would fuck a dog if she could," Jack added, shooting the water straight up between her thighs when Christina relaxed somewhat and let her legs ease down toward the ground.
Christina couldn't believe it! She was hunching back at the stream involuntarily. The blast of water against her pussy mouth was like a huge tongue, driving into her fuckhole and wriggling against her slick cunt walls. The piss and cum were washed away immediately.
.The blonde teen gasped, her slick body jerking like a puppet on the rope. She turned her face away from the water, afraid she would drown if she didn't. The girl tried keeping her tits and cunt away from the constant stream of cold water, but that was impossible. She had to hang there, twisting in the breeze and under the pressure of that rushing water, all the muscles in her body working, turning this way and that to keep herself from drowning.
Christina dared to turn her face a bit and stare at her tormentors. They were there in front of her behind that rushing stream, both of them now holding the hose and moving the spray from side to side. Sam's eyes had the same savage brightness Jack's had. Both men were turned onto this horror, now directing the blast against her tits.
Her nipples drove into the surrounding areolas under the flow. She felt the whole mass of each round tit aching with lust. She wished something or someone would touch her tits! It was maddening feeling that water teasing her, making her nerve-endings twitter. Then she thought about what was happening, how she was almost coming in front of these young men-and with nothing except plain water! It was shameful, perverted! She hung from the ropes weeping as the men played the hose from her tits to her cunt.
Christina stiffened, her legs jerking apart. The incredibly heavy rush on her clit and her cunthole made Christina's hips rise and fall. She shouted out in a mixture of pain, shame and lust.
"Damn you! Damn you!"
She kept screaming and shouting at them, wishing she could shoot both men for the horror they were causing her. If she ever got free of these bonds, she'd tear their faces off!
"That's it, baby, come on, show us your cunt. That's it, man. Show your pussy to us. We wanna see you dance your fuckhole around, move that cunt up and down," Jack taunted.
The splashing water bounced off her tits and filled her nostrils and mouth. Christina turned her head, coughing and gasping for air. She couldn't hide the lewd heat from them. She knew she was getting turned on there in front of them. But she was helpless. The water beat her flesh into a readiness for climax. It was horrible, shameful, wonderful!
Christina bit into her right shoulder, trying to keep from shouting out the ecstasy she felt rushing through her cunt. The girl felt the unmistakable tension in her clit, the slow opening and closing of her cunt muscles. Christina closed her eyes and hung there, completely exposed to the water. All the fight in her had been washed out. All that was left was an overwhelming desire to come, to shoot off in front of them while the water kept playing on her tits .and cunt.
"OHHHH!" she moaned. It wouldn't be long before the orgasm building in her cunt went off. She twisted her hips, threw her head back, and stared up at the sky. She could feel the breeze getting stronger against her back. How good it was, how marvelous to hang there and feel that water spraying into her cunt! It was as if showers of sparks were landing in her pussy, setting her throbbing clit on fire! She groaned, rocking her thighs from side to side as the lascivious feeling in her cunt accelerated. They sharpened as the water beat steadily at her clit.
"UGHHHHH!"
She squeaked and groaned, wanting to feel the tremendous sensation of orgasm again. She wanted to feel that pulsing, vibrating release of pressure that would ripple from her cunt to her tits. She gritted her teeth, trying to force the peak to sweep over her.
Jack and Sam noticed the girl was about to come. Laughing, they moved the water across her tits, then back to her cunt. They repeated this action again and again. The sudden cessation of stimulation in her cunt made the rising wall of excitement inside her slip a bit, then rise higher than before. Jack was taking careful aim with the hose. The way he moved it added to the lusty rush of sensation all through Christina's body.
Christina jerked and bobbed on the ropes, water streaking her flesh. The hose blasted a stream across her rippling belly and onto her tits. She felt the water caress her nipples a little longer this time, forcing the rubbery tips up toward her face. The full swell of her tits throbbed under the cold steady flow.
"Man, she's popping off. She's really gonna cream with this!" Jack said.
"Yeah," Sam agreed in a whisper. "This cunt's real hot, man. Too bad she don't have a sister with her or somethin'. Hell, we'd be fuckin' our brains out all night!"
"Maybe she's got an old lady around. You know, sometimes these middle-aged broads are hotter 'n the young ones."
"OHHHHHHH GOD!"
Christina's cry interrupted their conversation. Jack had let the hose slip, the blast opening the flesh around her clit. It felt like a big mouth sucking and licking the whole top of her cunt. Christina groaned and shouted, tensing herself in order to rush her orgasm.
Jack was squirting the hose between her thighs, a fine spray reaching her fuckhole. The water bounced from the ground and hit her fanned-out toes. He moved to one side, his feet slipping on the muddy ground. Christina felt some drops hitting her thighs. Then suddenly the water was gone. Her cunt snapped shut, her legs thrashing from side to side.
"OHHHH!"
The water was back again, hitting her asscheeks, forcing the cheeks to jiggle and spread apart. Jack directed the stream right into her asscrack, the main force spattering against her shitter! The girl's eyes popped, and her jaw slackened. She jerked wildly on the ropes, kicking back, feeling strange hot sensations rocketing from her asshole to her clit.
Christina felt her cunt contract once more. The girl was completely out of control. She wanted to scream. But the water and the gut-wrenching burst of her climax wouldn't let us her. She was coming strong-so strong! She jerked and bounced on the rope, agonized and ecstatic.
"She's makin' it, man, her pussy's really creamin'! " Jack cried.
"Yeah. That's it, baby! Come on, go for it. Come on, pop off. Come, baby, come!" Sam shouted above the rushing sound of the water.
Christina didn't need any encouragement now. She was flying off in her own world. She rolled and thrashed on the rope. Her flesh was painfully tight and the goosebump hardness of her nipples hurt, adding the pleasant tingling pain of her arousal. Her wrinkly areolas tightened until the whole surface of each tit hurt.
The pounding pressure of her cunt was getting worse and worse. These men-these awful men-were still toying with her, keeping the stream from her cunt even during her orgasm. If only they could spray the water on her!
"She's gonna go crazy, man. She's goin' nuts!" Jack said.
"Yeah, a nice kind of nuts. Watch this," Sam said, taking the nozzle and directing the stream directly into her convulsing cunt.
"WAWWWHIAIYEEEEE!"
It was as if someone had dropped hot molten lead onto her pussy. Wild pulsating throbs tore through her cunt, making the girl scream and claw at nothing. How good it was, how wonderful it was to feel her cunt explode again.
Christina was a bitch in heat, kicking and scratching and jumping around in some horrible dance of lust of front of these men. It was as if she were enticing them to do their worst, to fuck her, to beat her. She would take it all and even beg for more. She wanted them on top of her, fucking her, driving their cocks into her cunt, into her asshole, down her throat. She would give them such a good time tonight they would never want to let her go!
"Ohhhhhh . . . " Her orgasm peaked, then slowly ebbed.
In a few minutes, Christina was hanging like a limp rag from the top of the swing-set, her body swaying lazily back and forth. Sam had turned off the water. Both men trudged through the mud, stopping in front of the half-conscious girl.
"You're cleaned up now, baby. Now we can show you what a couple of studs can do for you-when we try," Jack said, moving one hand up to her cunt.
Christina groaned when she felt the pressure of his fingers on her pussy. in
CHAPTER TEN
"We wait for the little cunt, right?" Joe was sitting in a chair in the bedroom, his muddy shoes on the clean bed. Joyce lay there, her hands still bound to the headboard and one leg tied to the foot of the bed.
She had shivered with horror when both men came back. She had thought they had gone, leaving her alone. The neighbors would only know that she was raped and robbed. They wouldn't know she had loved the fucking-had actually wanted more stimulation!
But then she had heard the heavy trudging of both men coming up the stairs. They wanted more! She trembled and stared at both of them, unsure of what was to come.
"For a while, anyways," Brad said. "Saw that picture down there. You and the cunt. Your daughter, right? Bet she's one hell of a fuck! Most girls today are hot. Shit, they don't have no hang-ups."
They were talking about Christina! They were going to wait for her daughter to come home so they could . . . fuck her too! Her worst fears were coming true.
"No, no, don't! I'll give you anything, do anything, just don't hurt my daughter," she sobbed, tears rolling down her cheeks.
"Aw, ain't that touchin', " Joe said, patting his prick. "How was she? She hot, man? She have a good tight pussy?"
"The best, man. The best. This bitch ain't been fucked for a long time. I didn't get her cherry, but she sure acts like she had it," he said, remembering the hot tight slick pussy he'd just fucked.
"Yeah? I like that. Man, I'd like to fuck her. I'd like to get my cock up her cunt," Joe said, his voice trembling.
"Then let's fuck the bitch. She ain't goin' nowheres. And man, she just gobbles up that cockmeat when it's reamin' her out."
They untied her, telling the woman how good their pricks were going to feel inside her. Joyce trembled, feeling her cunt flash hot with sexual fire. It was wrong, wrong to feel like this, to feel her pussy explode with wild lust. But there was little she could do. They had untied her wrists and now both of them were stripping. Naked. All of them were going to be naked!
She appraised Brad's naked familiar body as it came into view once more. Oh, how sexy he looked! Even when her life was threatened, she could admire the man threatening it! That fat, dangling donkey prick of his was getting hard, rising up from his crotch toward his belly. She remembered how his fat meaty cockhead had plowed through her cunt down into her body, making her jerk and twist like a speared fish. It was wonderful to be fucked like that, forced to swallow a piece of cockmeat like that whole!
"Oh no, NO!"
She knew they wanted her to play the game, to act the reluctant victim. Well, in a way she was. They could slice her throat as quickly as make love to her. There was terror involved here . . . a terror that actually excited the woman more.
"No . . . "
"Lemme at 'er first. You fucked her last time," Joe said, sliding his trousers down and stepping out of them.
Joyce's eyes widened. His cock was shorter than his buddy's, but so much wider! It looked as if he were sporting a fire hydrant between his hairy, muscular legs.
"Just sit back, honey. Sit back and relax," Joe whispered, climbing onto the bed and sliding toward her. In an instant, he was kneeling between her legs, sliding his call used hands under her thighs and rolling them back. She felt him stretching her legs wide, throwing them high. Joe was shoving his head between her thighs, nuzzling his lips through the tight curls on her pussy. He opened his mouth wide and started sucking.
"AAAAAAHHHHHH!" She felt his mouth closing over her pussy. He was taking all her cunt flesh inside!
Joyce felt his teeth sinking into the fleshy lips of her cunt while his tongue knifed into her fuckhole. He was inside her, stabbing her with his tongue, moving his head from side to side. He sucked her like a leech, eating her pussy until the woman was trembling and moaning and twisting her ass up to his face. Instinctively, Joyce closed her legs over his head, trapping him tightly against her cunt. She felt his rough tongue scratching her clit. It was wonderful-so good she was about to climax in his mouth!
"Hey, man, take it easy,' said Brad. "She's a quick fuck. You keep sucking her cunt like that, and she's gonna pop. What kinda fun's it gonna be when that happens, huh?"
Joe took his mouth off Joyce's pussy and leaned back, picking several blonde pussy-hairs out from between his front teeth. He stared down at the bucking, trembling woman, watching her squirm over the wrinkled sheet. His cock was red-hot-throbbing and jerking up against his belly.
"Shit, she's a better find 'n any kinda money or shit like that," Joe commented, his eyes wide and glistening with lust.
"And when the daughter comes home . . . " Brad began, not finishing his sentence. He thought of young cunt on the hoof, a pussy young and tight and as hot as the mother's.
"Fuck, fuck . . . " Joyce begged, shaming herself, brazenly throwing up her spit-slick cunt for these men to suck or fuck.
"I think mama wants a little attention, right?" Joe asked, smirking down at the excited woman.
"Hey, man, she's eyeing cock. She can't keep her fuckin' eyes off your cock and my prick," Brad said, climbing onto the bed.
"Hey, I thought you said this was gonna be my chance at her cunt!"
Joyce shivered, feeling more excited than ever. Two handsome young men were fighting over her, nearly coming to blows for the privilege of fucking her!
"Come on, man, I didn't mean you could have 'er all to yourself," Brad said, stretching out one hand and touching her cunt.
Joyce sobbed hysterically the moment she felt Brad slip two fingers into her hot pussy. The sensation of them gliding past her fat, tense cuntlips was enough to make her beg for cocks, whips-anything they could throw at her. How awful it had been to be without this kind of fun for those long, long years! She wiggled on the bed, clawing the sheets, biting her lower lip, trying to squirm higher onto his probing hand.
"Man, see that? Christ, she wants more. She can't get enough!" Brad cried out.
He slipped a third finger in her cunt, twisting his wrist from left to right, thrusting his fingers in deeper and deeper. He could feel her cunt muscles tensing, grabbing at his invading fingers, trying to suck them father into her fuckhole.
"Man, she's hot and slippery enough to barbecue our pricks," Brad said, pulling his hand out and sniffing the cunt juice on his fingertips.
"Yeah, good and hot! Man, it don't take her much to turn on, does it?" Joe said, pinching her thighs and laughing-as the woman wriggled up higher on the bed, her arms beating the mattress.
"Ohhh man, pussy . . . good, hot pussy," Brad sighed, sticking his fingers in his mouth and sucking loudly at the tips.
Joe went back to sucking Joyce's cunt. Joyce thought her heart was going to explode right out of her chest. She kicked her legs, fanning her toes until they cramped. Her body jerked and twisted on the bed while her tits jiggled with the force of her violent movements.
All the time, Joe was on top of her, his lips moving against her pussy, his tongue circling her tense, eager clit. At times, he trailed the tip of his tongue up to her clit, and she wished her would touch her there, stimulate the tiny squiggle above her cunt with his tongue, his finger, his cock!
"OHHHH NOOOO!" For a second, the woman thought she was going to come. Her pussy tightened around Brad's fingers, spasming crazily, sucking at them. Joyce snapped her head from side to side, her blonde hair falling over her face. She gasped for them to stop, hoping of course they would keep sucking and finger fucking her.
"Fuck, baby. Come on, fuck!" Joe gasped, pulling away from her cunt again and wiping his lips with the back of his hand.
Joyce went crazy, bracing her feet on the bed and pushing her cunt up to him. Saliva dribbled from her cunt, oozing into her asscrack and greasing down her wrinkled shitter. Oh, she wanted that wonderful sensation in her ass, that sucking, tonguing, fucking sensation!
"Man, she can't be without something in her ass, can she?" Joe asked.
"Hey, come on, let's both fuck 'er. We'll give 'er so much cock, she ain't gonna be able to piss for a week! Right, bitch?"
"Both of you? No, OH NO!"
Joyce started to get up from the bed. She had managed to slide one leg off before Joe reared back and sent his hand crashing against her skull. She screamed, her head snapping to one side, as she wheeled around and crumpled in a heap onto the bed. Joyce moaned, covering her face with one hand. Two cocks! The thought of it had terrified her for a moment. Could her body take fucking like that? Well, she didn't have much of a choice now.
"Take it bitch. Take my cock. I'm gonna fuck you, baby, fuck you," Joe grunted.
He was fucking her! He hadn't given her a chance to recuperate. He was on top of her, his knees shoving up against her inner thighs. He'd pulled her ankles onto his broad shoulders, and she felt her asscheeks spreading apart while her cuntlips peeled back-prepared for Joe's thick cock. "UGHHHHHH!"
How good his fat cockhead felt, spreading her cunt open. It was wonderful-the best feeling in the world!
"Man, she's . . . ughhh, good and tight and hot," Joe gasped. "She that way when you fucked 'er?"
"Yeah. She ain't been around much. That's good. When we get through with 'er, she won't be able to leave men alone. She's gonna be a regular nympho!"
Joe squeezed his hairy ass hard, screwing his cock into her fuckhole. Joyce twisted up and forward, bracing her arms and hands on the bed, using them for leverage. She wanted to feel every inch of this man's hot hard cock! There was no fear now. The sting of his cruel blow had disappeared, replaced by heightened feelings of sexual arousal. She felt his ass shoving down rapidly, sending his cockmeat steaming into her cunt. Joyce let out a shout of joy, kicking one leg up into the air while hunching back. It felt as if her belly were swelling up with cockmeat. She was being stabbed with a hard hot prick, split apart by his long hunk of cock sausage. He was all the way in her pussy now. Joyce could feel his balls resting on her upturned asscheeks. She could take both of them on right now! "Fuck!" she cried.
"The bitch . . . ughhh . . . ain't fightin' us now,"
Joe said, holding off his fucking movements for a while. Joyce was twisting and jerking enough for them both. The sensation of her slick hot cunt rubbing up and down against his cock nearly made the young man shoot his jizz twice.
"Slow down, baby, slow down," Joe said, moving his hands to her shoulders. He held her down, watching her throw her head from side to side while her legs kept on snapping against his thighs.
"Oh, oh, OHHHHH!"
Joyce felt hot electric-like sensations rushing through her.
"Feel my cock goin' in, baby? Feel my big prick?"
"Ohhhh . . . yesssss . . . in . . . in . . . in," the woman gasped, strands of her hair clinging to her damp cheeks.
"Man, she's fuckin' back! Shit, she's fuckin' me right back. Come on, bitch, heave it up, move that ass around real . . . ughhh . . . nice!" Joe said, his thighs tensing while his sock throbbed against her clutching cunt walls.
His prick was so big, so awfully big, especially that wide prickhead that stretched her pussy so. Joyce felt his pussy spasming, grabbing hard at his cock, then letting go. She could tell Joe liked it. His body shivered, his breath caught while he swore at her.
"Slut," he whispered, reaching down and grabbing both her nipples. The woman squealed in pain and delight as he pinched her nipples hard, rolling them like two peas between his thumbs and forefingers. The itch in her cunt got worse, then tapered off. Her cunt muscles let go, and Joe began easing his cock through her gushing, hot cunt walls. He was fucking slow, very, very slow.
Joyce felt her fuckhole stretching out around the huge shaft of his cock. She tensed, waiting for his bulging cockhead to reach the bottom of her cunt, waiting for the second she would have to scream for him to stop or she would die!
"Hey, man, don't hog her . . . I want some of the action pretty fuckin' soon. Roll over so I can slip my cock into her asshole," Brad said, sliding down next to the fucking couple.
Joyce gasped as Joe's heavy balls swung against her asscheeks. She couldn't believe the sensations rushing through her pussy now. It made her dizzy just to think about having two men fucking her, driving their cocks into her at the same time!
"Nice tits," Joe murmured, ignoring his buddy for the moment.
He dropped his head, cupping his lips around one of Joyce's stiff dark-red nipples and started sucking them while fucking her pussy slowly, regularly at the same time. Joe had angled his prick up, making sure it kept in constant rubbing contact with her clit. He was nibbling at her delicate nipples and areolas too, washing his tongue over her sensitive titflesh. The blonde woman clawed and screamed, feeling her orgasm just about to explode!
"Easy, bitch, easy. My buddy wants to join us, right?" Joe said.
Before she knew it, Joyce felt herself being rolled onto her right side. Joe kept his cock lodged deep in her cunt, giving her short, jerky, fucking movements while pinching her nipples.
Then Brad was behind her. She could feel his hands smoothing over her ass, feeling his cock pressing against the backs of her thighs. Joyce arched forward, pushing her cunt farther onto Joe's cock. Brad was sliding down behind her, trailing his tongue along her spine. He was groaning, growling, spreading her asscheeks apart with his rough hands while lapping at her lower back.
"Nice, nice," he murmured.
Joyce felt strange flashing sensations rush from her asshole over to her cunt, making her clit throb all the harder and hotter. She tensed her thighs, pushing back onto Joe's stiff prick, banging her knees against his. The woman begged for more action, for more friction. But Joe decided to hold back. He wanted to see just how hot the two of them could get her. Two buddies fucking the same bitch at the same time!
"NOOOOOO!"
Joyce felt Brad's bearded face against her soft, firm ass. He was brushing his beard and moustache over her ass-flesh. Then he was slipping his mouth in her sweaty asscrack! He was tonguing her in the ass, moving down until his chin was almost touching Joe's prick and her clit. Then there was that wonderful sensation of his tongue brushing over her shitter lips, wetting down the wrinkled flesh while his teeth nibbled at her asscheeks. His tonguing made the woman rock furiously back and forth, sliding up and down on Joe's cock.
He was moving his tongue in and out of her shitter like it was a prick. Joyce thought she was going to go out of her mind. She writhed on her side, clawed at the big man fucking her pussy. Brad was going crazy under her, his big hands spreading her asscheeks apart while he seemed to be trying to drive his entire mouth into her asshole.
"No, oh, no, don't . . . "
But Joyce wanted both cocks inside her more than anything else in the world. It was something she would remember all her life . . . two men fucking her at the same time.
"I can't take it!" Joyce cried out when Brad pulled his face out from between her taut asscheeks and slid back up, holding her by the shoulders and bringing his cock up hard against her asscrack. He was arching back, pressing his cockhead against her asshole.
"You gotta, bitch. I ain't gonna leave this here bed 'til I slip my cock into your ass."
There was no choice. Gritting her teeth, the woman prepared herself for the first double-fuck of her life!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Brad was moving his hairy ass in a slow, grinding motion. Cock juice lubed his cockhead. It was running out in clear, thick streams from the slit in his prickhead. As he ground the shaft of his cock deeper between her asscheeks, his prick juice was working up into a lather. Joyce could feel the hot slick oil as it ran between her legs. He was going to do it soon, he was going to slip his prick into her asshole.
Brad's cock slipped farther between her soft asscheeks until the head of his cock was once again pressing hard against her shitter. Joyce trembled, knowing that in a second he was going to be shoving his big prick into her ass! She pleaded with him again, knowing full well nothing could be done to change his mind. Why should it? Neither of these animals was her lover, her husband. They would as soon string her up from the rafters and beat her with a nailed board as fuck her here. Surely this was far better than being savagely abused.
"Noooo . . . "
She kept begging while Brad's fuck juice lubed up her tight ring of ass-flesh. As the tip of his cock started pressing harder, she felt her asshole giving way. Just as the big man's cockhead was shoving its way inside her shitter, she gave a frantic lurch forward.
"Hey, man, that's cool," Joe said, feeling her cunt tighten around his cock. "You're tryin' to fuck her ass, and she's fucking' the hell outta me with her pussy."
Joe's big chest stopped Joyce from going very far. Frantically, she lurched forward again, trying to get away from the long hard prick slicing into her ass. Joyce groaned with pleasure as she felt her pussy shove down harder onto Joe's prick.
"Fuck me, baby, fuck me," Joe moaned as he felt her body hunch forward. His cockshaft was being grabbed by her pussy. He let out a sigh, then moved his ass around and around, twisting his cock in a circular motion inside her pussy. His nuts drew up close to the base of his cock. They were so full of cum, they ached.
Brad kept pushing into Joyce as she tried to move her ass away from him. He knew she could do nothing in the end to stop him from ass-fucking her. At the moment, he let her play around, watching her body jerk and twist, watching and feeling her ass rub against his insistent cock.
He jabbed his cock against her asshole with quick, fast thrusts, forcing it open. As he felt his prickhead come into contact with her asshole, he shoved forward. Her ass relaxed.
"You lay still, you damned slut. You lay still or I'll beat you, understand?" Brad snarled.
Joyce sobbed, biting down on her lower lip. She couldn't move any farther. Joe's prick was in her cunt up to his balls. His massive chest was a hairy wall against her big tits. His thighs blocked her way as she tried moving farther away from the cock shoving at her ass. As the two sweaty male bodies pressed into her, Joyce felt a thrill unlike any she had ever felt before. Two men fucking her!
"Relax, relax . . . " Brad growled behind her. Thick streams of cock lube oozed from his prick, smearing her asshole. He worked the tip of his cock into her shitter slowly, grunting with the effort. It was so strange, so odd, feeling that prick in her shitter. Nothing had ever wormed its way into her asshole before. And now someone was fucking her there!
Joyce didn't dare breathe. As Brad's cockhead pushed into the elastic ring of flesh around her ass, her asshole started stretching open. It fit tightly around his cockhead, spasming shut as his prickhead popped inside her shitter.
"Good, bitch, good!" Brad panted as his mouth lowered to the woman's ear.
"Ohhhh . . . " Joyce's cry of hellish pleasure made both men shiver.
She felt her ear covered by his mouth, felt his tongue dart inside. The woman trembled, shoving back with her ass, opening wide for his cock to shove all the way inside.
"Ohhh, fuck me, fuck me!" she begged as she felt Brad's stiff cock sink into her ass. Joyce hunched forward, sliding on the slippery cock thrusting into her cunt. As she rocked back, Brad's long cock pushed its way farther into her tight ass.
"Fuck her, man, fuck her hard!" Joe grunted as he ground his hips forward. His cock was embedded up to the root once more, IB shoved all the way into Joyce's hot tight pussy. "Shove your prick in her ass! Stretch her asshole wide open. Ram her, make her beg for cock!"
"Yeah, man, pussy, fuck, ass, cunt! Shove it, fuck it, get it on!" Brad panted, thrusting hard, furiously, into Joyce's willing ass.
Joyce thought her cunt and ass would tear apart. Joe was swiveling his hips around, panting hard, his eyes shut tight while his thigh cock drove into her cunt. Then he started shouting, grabbing onto her narrow shoulders.
"FUCK!"
Joyce felt his cum bubbling out thick and rich, spattering her cunt walls. He pressed in as tight as he could, throwing one arm over Brad's back, pulling them all together in a tight vise.
He thrust down furiously, shoving up against Joyce's body, keeping his cock in her. The woman's clit was totally on fire. She was lurching out of control, fucking and being fucked.
"NOW!" Brad warned.
He felt his cum jetting up his thick prick shaft. He gripped her hard by the shoulders. His balls trembled as they pumped out their load of jizz. With each bubbling squirt, Brad jabbed his tongue deeper into her ear.
Brad's cock throbbed in the tight grip of Joyce's shitter. She felt the warm waves of orgasm start deep in her cunt. She writhed uncontrollably, biting, kicking, scratching and moaning. It was wild-the most satisfying fuck she ever had in her life!
"GOD! OH GOD, I'M . . . COMMMM-IINNGG!" Joyce screamed at the top of her lungs.
The walls of her pussy shook, grabbing onto Joe's cock. The pulsing grew stronger, harder, more violent until she knew the world had to be coming to an end. That man's jizz felt like red-hot burning oil!
Both men were pouring their load of jizz into her twisting body. Joyce's orgasm kept on going. She wiggled between the two hairy, sweaty bodies. Her cunt jerked in rhythm to the throbbing of her clit. Each time she felt her cunt contract, she felt the two big pricks spurting cum. They were still hard, still shooting jizz.
Her mouth and ear were being sucked and tongued by Brad. It was so wild, so tremendously sensational feeling her body caressed and touched in this way! Fucked by two studs! That had to be every woman's secret dream . . . the dream of being overpowered like this, shamed, humiliated, then fucked until she couldn't think. No, there wasn't an innocent pore left in her body. She kept drifting through waves of wild satisfaction, thinking of the two cocks still pumping hot jizz into her sucking fuckhole.
"Baby, baby, you're something . . . We ain't gonna let you go for a long time. Hey, Joe, what you say we take mamma here with us? We could . . . man, we could do a lot with the fuckin' bitch," Brad said, biting down on the back of Joyce's neck.
"She'd be too fuckin' much trouble, I think. But man, the night ain't over yet. And her daughter might pop on through. We could fuck the two of 'em together. Wouldn't that be somethin' . . . a mother-daughter act." Joe threw back his head and laughed savagely.
Joyce was too spent to rise to that remark. All she could do was rest her head against Joe's shoulders and pray to heaven Christina was kept somewhere and wouldn't be coming home soon.
* * *
Christina lay crumpled at the foot of the swing-set, her arms crossed over her tits, her legs tucked under her naked ass. She was exhausted. The men had laughed at her, kicked her, made her lick their boots after having cut her down from the metal bar. Her wrists hurt from the chafing of the rope! Still, secretly, she was wondering what else these maniacs had in store for her. Now they were standing over her, Jack kicking her lightly just under the ribs to see if she were still awake. "Unnghhh . . . "
"Yeah, man, she's got some action left in 'er."
He was rolling a lit cigarette in one hand, bringing one end to his mouth and puffing. He bent his knees and stretched the hand holding the cigarette toward her exposed ass. Christina didn't know what was happening until she felt a sharp pain near her asshole. He was burning her, touching her flesh with that lit cigarette!
"OHHHH!"
The young blonde jerked away, sliding on the wet mud, filth clinging to her legs and thighs as Jack and Sam laughed.
Raising one muddy hand to her face, Christina carefully brushed her hair away, staring with hatred at the two men.
"You . . . ANIMALS!"
"Animals, eh?" Sam said, turning to his buddy and raising his eyebrows. "You still on good terms with that fuckin' shepherd next door?"
Jack smiled back, nodding his head. "You mean the pooch that guards the warehouse over there? Yeah, sure. I give him some meat now and then.
"Bring 'im over here. I think we got one more thing we can put the little slut through."
Christina cringed n the mud, her knees sinking into the wet dirt. She was filthy, feeling as if she'd just sunken into the deepest pit of hell. Her hair hung wetly over her neck and down her shoulders, clods of mud clinging to it. Her flesh showed the marks of the belting both men had given her. She wondered if they were going to give her more, hit her, fuck her.
"Whatcha thinkin' of, little girl? Thinkin' about my cock? Thinkin' about what it'd be like to get fucked right now?" Sam said, reaching down and grabbing his cock through his pants.
Christina involuntarily smacked her lips, her eyes widening as she watched his roll of cockmeat press out against his Levi's.
"You're gonna get a real treat. Shit, when we get through, you ain't gonna want to even look around at another guy," he said, smirking at the young girl.
At that point, Jack returned. Behind him trotted a German shepherd!
CHAPTER TWELVE
Christina didn't have to be told what was next on the agenda. She saw Jack bend down and scratch the big gray and white dog behind his pointed ears, rubbing his belly at the same time.
"Whatcha tell the watchman over there?" Same asked, enjoying the girl's growing horror.
"Just that we was gonna take 'im out for a walk. Bob's a good ol' dude. He don't need the pooch around for awhile. He's sneakin' a beer over there and asked me not to squeal to the fuckin' owners," Jack explained, laughing softly while still scratching the dog's underbelly-
"He's a good-lookin' dog . . . don't you think so, bitch?"
Christina shivered in the cold mud, the wind raising goose bumps on her flesh. She felt her inner thighs tighten and folded one leg over the other to protect her trembling pussy. Mud was oozing between her toes, making the teen shudder with revulsion. When would this terrible ordeal be over?
"You hungry for cunt, boy?" Jack asked, whispering in the big dog's ear.
Christina couldn't believe what she heard. She stared at the large animal, saw his massive furry body start to approach her. His black nostrils were quivering, sniffing the air between them while his ears flattened against his head. He was going to attack her! She saw those black rubbery lips peeling back, exposing his fangs. Just behind those terrible teeth, Christina could see his tongue moving back and forth.
"No, no, please don't . . . don't do this to me!" she wailed.
Jack let the dog go. He moved around the girl-his forelegs bent slightly, his nose poked at her.
"Oh why, why . . . . ? " she asked to no one in particular. Christina covered her tits with her hands, her eyes wide, her face red and pinched as she watched the circling animal with growing horror.
And then it happened. Without warning, the big animal lunged forward, knocking her backward into the soft, wet dirt.
"No, no, STOP!" Christina flailed her hands at the big German shepherd, kicking at him. But the pooch was fast, dodging all the girl's frantic efforts to save herself.
The blonde wallowed in the mud, turning over now onto her belly and digging her toes and fingers into the ooze. Soon she was covered with the filthy slime, her feet and hands making soft sucking sounds in the mud. But the animal still pursued her, staying remarkably clean in spite of Christina's frantic efforts to get rid of him.
He was waiting, waiting for an opening. In a moment, he had it. Christina's eyes opened wide, her jaw slackening, when she felt his cold snout pressing against her cuntlips.
"NO!"
It was horrible, beastly! He was after her pussy, after her cunt! That was why the men were laughing when they brought in the animal. Christina had thought they were going to make the dog attack her, possibly kill her. But they had something far worse in mind!
"NO, OH GOD NO!"
Christina sloshed through the mud, digging her knees into the soft ooze, trying to crawl away from the big pursuing beast. Her dirty hair hung over her shoulders while mud oozed down her body.
"Go for it, baby, yeah . . . " Sam said, rubbing his prick.
"Sorta like watchin' mud-wrestlin' at one of them bars, eh?"
"Yeah, but this one's better. We got a pooch to have fun with," Sam said.
Christina felt a paw land on her ass. She shivered, reached back with one hand and slapped savagely at the excited animal.
"No, no, GET AWAY FROM ME!"
Crying, sobbing, choking with revulsion, Christina managed to crawl to the edge of the muddy area. But then she fell exhausted to the ground. It was what the animal was waiting for.
He was growling-that muffled growl of excitement. She could feel his snout pushing between her legs again. What was the use? Why fight it? Christina felt she hadn't an ounce of strength in her to fight back anyway. It was all gone, gone in the fucking, the sucking, the beating, the increasing degradation she was forced to suffer. Why not this one more insult? What was the difference now?
Unbelievable! She was on her back, opening her cunt to the animal. All that was going through her mind at this time was a desire for peace, to be left alone. Maybe they would leave her alone after this.
The animal rushed at her. His tongue slopped over Christina's sensitive inner thighs, bringing the girl's cunt reluctantly back to life. Christina couldn't believe it, but she was responding to this sloppy friction. In spite of the cat-calls behind her, the blonde teen was feeling something terribly warm and comforting in her pussy. The dog was the only one who was nice to her. At least the Shepherd wasn't hurting her.
"UGHHHHH . . . "
Christ felt him nuzzling his black nose between her legs. Oh, he was tasting and smelling her pussy! And then she felt his tongue slosh up to her clit, concentrate on that supersensitive area before going back to her pussy flesh.
Up and down, up and down his tongue went, lapping up some of the flowing cunt juices now oozing from Christina's cunt. Christina realized she was moving her thighs when some mud oozed up into her heated asscrack. She braced her bare feet against the animal's back, dragging her fingertips over the soft, wet soil.
"I can't, just can't . . . " she panted, rolling her head from side to side.
But the young girl was opening herself up to the dog's muzzle. She placed her hands on her belly, finding the dog's pointed snout. She touched her squishy, steamy pussy and then felt the dog's tongue petting her, sloshing spittle over her cunt. Pressing her legs together, she felt the German shepherd's warm, furry body against her inner thighs. It was so good having that soft, gentle sensation racing through her pussy!
"Yesss . . . " Christina moved her ass up, giving the dog more of her cunt to eat.
He sensed her growing excitement and plowed in deeper, whimpering through his nose. It was unreal how the dog was turning on to her, concentrating his lapping on the most sensitive spots of her cunt!
"Looks like she was born for the part, eh, Sam?" Jack said, slapping his buddy on the back.
"Yeah, man, she's gonna come right in his fuckin' mouth if she keeps that up," Sam said, bending down and watching the final movements of dog and woman.
Christina couldn't control herself. She gasped and babbled to the big animal as he raped her with his muzzle. She brought her feet together at the sides of his head and rubbed her dirty muddy toes over his fur. She moved her ass up, let it fall back again, then flexed her muscles once more and shoved her ass up. Drool oozed from the corners of her mouth as she moved up and back, up and back, twisting to make the dog's teeth brush against each of her cuntlips.
Christina didn't care about anything any more. All that mattered was that heat building in her cunt, burning her clit, setting fire to her body. She could have died doing this, and it wouldn't have mattered. It was the best thing that had happened to her in years. It was driving her slowly mad.
"HHHHROOHHRRRR!"
It was a howl, the howl of a wild animal, her yell of delight. She worked her ass around in frantic circles, crying excitedly. The air burned her nostrils, filling her lungs as she rocketed closer and closer toward climax. The more she moved, the more pleasure the dog brought her. Gasping, crying out in delight, Christina tilted her fuckhole up, feeling the dog's tongue lap at her pulsing cunt muscles.
"OOOOOOO!"
It happened-she came so quickly, so wonderfully, that the girl thought her cunt had exploded into a million pieces! And the wonderful animal's tongue kept sloshing in and out, bringing further delight to her much abused cunt.
When it was over, Christina lay in a muddied hump, the dog having trotted over to a corner to lick his shrinking cock.
"You think she's through, man?" Jack asked, walking over to her. He reached down for her hair and pulled on it.
"Yeah, let's take 'er back. Hose 'er down first, then make 'er get dressed."
Christina stumbled to her feet, feeling the world spinning around her. Free! She was going to be freed! Stumbling out of the mud, she collapsed at Jack's feet.
* * *
Back at the house, the thieves had grown tired of waiting and had dressed.
"Too bad, baby. We could've had one hell of a time fucking both you and your daughter," Brad said, tucking his shirt into his pants. "Got some of the shit?"
"Yeah . . . camera, some silver. Sorry, lady, but we gotta live on more 'n fucking."
Joyce had her face buried in the pillow. What mixed feelings she had! They were leaving her. She would be free. But what a collection of feelings these men had aroused in her!
How they had tormented her and excited her! Even now, as they proceeded to clean out her house, she wished with one part of her mind that they would stay.
"So long, cunt," Joe said, slapping her roughly on the ass, then slipping out of the bedroom.
Joyce lay on the bed for what seemed like hours. The silence of the empty house overwhelmed her. How awful it was to be alone! Those men had shown her that. Perhaps . . . maybe she'd start going out. Christina was old enough to be by herself for awhile. Maybe-
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a car screeching to a halt in front of her house. A door slammed, and the car pulled away. In a moment, the front door opened. Christina! Joyce slipped from the bed, reached for her robe and threw it over her body. No, her daughter must never know.
"Mother . . . "
The voice was weak, tentative. "Coming, dear."
She hoped her daughter had had a nice time at the beach with her friends. Joyce opened the door and stepped into the hall, brushing back her hair. She felt better, freer than ever before. She'd have a heart-to-heart talk with Christina.
"Mother, I've got something to tell you," the girl called up weakly from the living room.
Joyce tensed, sensing something was wrong. Well, she'd solve it.
"Oh God, Christina, what happened to you?" Joyce stopped at the foot of the stairs, staring at her haggard daughter who was draped over the couch, her clothes ripped badly.
"Raped . . . " she sobbed, covering her face with both hands. Her tiny body shook and heaved with the force of her tears.
"Oh God," Joyce said, rushing over to her and putting her arms around the girl. "We'll talk . . . talk," she said, wondering how she would handle this. Certainly, her rape hadn't affected her like this!
Thank God she believes me, Christina thought to herself, clinging weakly to her comforting mother. Rest. She needed rest. And then . . . then she could work on her story.
