There had been no one for Michelle Dubois to turn to, so she had simply run, down the dirt road from the big country house to the highway. Then, lest she pass someone she knew, someone who would see that she had been crying, someone who would ask questions, she cut back into the woods, taking the familiar paths that cut around the little Quebec town of St. Jovite, where she had been born and lived all her life. The afternoon was growing late, but she continued walking, sheltered from view by the woods.
By the time she reached the neighboring town of St. Agathe it was almost dark. Her legs were beginning to feel tired and sore and she seated herself on a large flat rock near a stream to rest.
She had been walking fast and at a steady pace for nearly, two hours, not allowing herself to think of what she had seen, what had made her run and run and run. But now that her body was still, the vivid images began to flood back into her mind. Tears welled up in her eyes again, the world became a blur, and she sat there sobbing. Mama, mama, her tortured brain screamed. How could you do this, how could you?
The songs of the birds seemed to mock her and the wind sweeping through the tall pines sent a chill of foreboding through her body. It was growing cold and almost dark. The late autumn sun had almost disappeared behind the looming crest of Mont Tremblant, and Michelle's heaving sobs began to turn into frightened weeping. She couldn't go home and she couldn't Serge...not anymore. There was no one to turn to...no place to go.
Oh, mama, mama, mama, her heart cried out. She had not felt such lonely despair since her father had deserted them three years before.
Michelle hated him for it. Her father had been English, her mother French Canadian, and her hate for her father had grown into hate for all the English, who had power over Quebec as her father had had power over her mother. Or had he? That was the way Michelle had always seen it, but now...now she didn't understand anything anymore. When he had lived with them Michelle would hear them fighting, bitter fights, fights that would often end with her father beating her mother, and Michelle never understood what it was about. She had hated her father for it. But now, after what had just happened, her world seemed shattered into a billion sharp jagged shards, and she had no idea how to put it together again.
If only she could erase the day, wake up this morning again and have it all happen differently. If only it was some nightmare, and she would awake.. . .
But no...it was all too real, she could remember it all too clearly.
After school, she and her boyfriend Serge had gone for a walk around Lac Ouimet. Autumn was the prettiest season in Quebec, and she could smell that certain crispness in the air today that promised the first snowfall was not far away. She and Serge had sat beside the calm clear water of the lake, and they had kissed so prettily, when suddenly she had felt his hands moving up under her sweater and gently fondling her full ripe breasts.
"No, no, Serge, you mustn't," she had said, pulling his hands away quickly.
"Chalice!" he had sworn. "We're going to be married some day...why do you torture me like this?"
"It...it's wrong," she told him. "This is wrong until after our marriage."
Serge grew moody and pulled away from her sulking. She could hear his breathing coming heavily and she looked at him with love glowing in her dark eyes.
"Je t'aime," she said, reaching for his hand, then moving away as she sensed his strongly aroused body push against her, she was forced to recoil from him once again.
Michelle knew that Serge was growing very angry with her, but she couldn't give in to him. Her mother had brought her up strictly in the church and she knew someday she would walk down the aisle of the little church in St. Jovitz in a long white gown, and that she would come to Serge on their wedding night a virgin, pure and sweet and good. It would all be so beautiful, so perfect. She knew that it was hard for Serge to understand, but that when they finally were married, next summer when she turned eighteen and had finished high school, that it would all be so beautiful that Serge would finally understand and be grateful. It wasn't that she didn't get excited too...in fact, every time he touched her, her emotions would get stronger and stronger.
Serge moved closer, his hand running affectionately across her shoulder before slowly beginning to stroke her chestnut hair with comforting softness. He put his mouth close to her ear and said softly: "Ma petite, you don't know how bad I want you, how much I need you . . . "
She turned toward him and gently kissed him, feeling his warm mouth against hers, feeling him move his hand from the soft silkiness of her rich chestnut hair to caress her shoulders and back. Again, she could feel that urgent tingle of quickly suppressed pleasure. She pulled her mouth away from his, pushing him away. "Please...Serge . . . "
But now Serge was angry, angrier than Michelle had ever seen him before.. . . "You little tease," he said, "You little bitch...just who the hell do you think you are."
"Don't be like this," she said softly.
But there was no stopping him. His thwarted sexual fervor had turned to fury. "Who the hell do you think you are . . . " and he began to laugh, with a vicious grin on his face. "Little miss prude...why you're Nicole Dubois' daughter...who do you think you're kidding with that purity act!"
Michelle was speechless. She could not even begin to guess at what he was talking about. "What are you saying about my mother?" she asked.
And Serge realized he had gone too far. Yet he wanted to tell her, wanted her to know what the whole town knew. Merde! It's time for Michelle to grow up! Maybe, if she gave up that stupid illusion about her sweet mother and stopped listening to those old perverted priests, she would give in to me a little.
"Your mother serves up more than food to certain guests at the Lodge where she works...you can believe that," he said.
"Wh-what are you talking about?" She knew what he meant, but she could not believe what he was saying...about her own mother! How could Serge be so wicked! "You...you...you batarde!" she screamed, though she never cursed. She jumped to her feet and began to run, away from Serge, away from the boy she thought she loved. When she was almost a hundred yards away from him, she turned and looked back for a moment. She had half-expected Serge to run after her, to apologize, say he was sorry, tell her he loved her, that he was teasing her, that it was all a joke. But he was still sitting beside the lake, his chin cupped in his hands, looking sadly dejected.
When she reached home, earlier than she was expected, the old house looked sad to her. The paint was cracking and her mother's car looked sad and tired too, with patches of rust and a thick layer of dust. She was surprised to see another car parked there, one she had never seen before, looking very new and elegant. Perhaps it was the contrast that had made her house seem so shabby today.
* * *
She had stepped up onto the porch and was about to open the door when she heard a sharp groan from inside. Then she had heard her mother's voice....It sounded like it was coming from the rear, from the bedroom.. . .
"Oh yes, that feels good, yessss! I like that! Ooooooh, I like it!"
Michelle froze in horror, then, compelled to discover what was going on, she walked around to the side of the house until she was almost standing at her mother's bedroom window. She could discern the sounds of heavy breathing, punctuated by animal like grunts and moans of pleasure. And then she peered into the window and saw it! The naked figure of her mother and two men on the bed! She had never seen the men before. One was tall and heavy-set with a thick head of gray hair. The other was small and wiry, with straight dark hair slicked down on his head.
The sight of the three of them was more horrifying to the young teenage girl than anything she had ever seen in her life. Her face paled and her hands grew cold and began to tremble. This couldn't be happening! It was more horrible than any nightmare she had ever had!
There was her own mother, her legs splayed wide apart, her fully rounded, red-nippled breasts bare before the two men, who were stretched out on either side of her, their fingers and hands fondling her mother's large breasts. It was impossible to believe, and worse-her mother appeared to be enjoying it.
"It's so nice, Jack," she was saying to the gray haired man. Then she turned to the other. "You touch is so gooooood, Willy."
Then, to Michelle's disgust, her mother took hold of the two men's rigidly erect cocks in each of her hands and began to stroke them in lewd rhythmic time to the sensuous movements of their fingers which fondled and pulled at the nipples of her breasts.
Michelle let out a low painful sigh as she continued to stare at the three figures sprawled out on the bed before her. Her mother's mouth was contorted into a lewd smile, her tongue licking softly at her wetly parted lips. Her eyes were half-closed, her brow furrowed as if in deep concentration, and her thighs were making a salacious grinding movement that swished softly against the blanket below her smoothly curved buttocks.
She continued to watch as her mother's hand clenched around the long expanding rods of the men's cocks, and she flinched as she heard all three groan in unison from deep in their bellies. Both men's hands moved in sensuous arcs across her mother's breasts, bringing out stronger moans from her, as if she were about to break into swoons of ecstasy at any minute.
The man called Jack bent toward her mother's round full breast and his tongue slid out of his mouth and began licking at one of the pink erect nipples. "Oh, Nicole, you're tits taste so goooood," he breathed. Then his head seemed to move in tiny circles around it and Michelle could hear wet sucking sounds and further mewls of pleasure spilling from her mother's lips. Nicole's stomach arched up and wriggled obscenely as though to lift her breasts closer to the tantalizing fingers and warmly moist lips pulling and sucking at the pink tipped buds of her breasts. Yes, Michelle thought, there was no doubt about it. Her mother was enjoying it!
The thought had crossed the young girl's mind that perhaps her mother had been attacked and raped! But now she had to rule out that possibility. Her mother was acting as if she'd done this many times before. Serge had told her the truth! Oh God! her mind wailed in torment. Everything her mother had ever taught her was lies...all lies...Her whole world seemed to dissolve into painful meaninglessness. She clenched her hands into tiny fists and felt her nails digging hard into her palms. And the pain in her hands eased the pain in her heart just a little, but not enough to keep the tears of rage and confusion from welling up and flooding her eyes. Yet she felt compelled to watch, to let this hideous moment etch itself indelibly into her mind.
She continued to watch as Jack moved his hand over the erect nipples of her mother's breast, while Willy caressed the rounded plane of her nakedly exposed belly, and thrust his fingers in a smooth motion into the crevice between her legs. Her mother was stroking the two men's hardnesses more rapidly now, and Michelle could see the long thick shaft of Jack's huge fleshy penis burgeon with each successive jerk. Michelle was so close to them as she watched from the window in horrified fascination as her mother's fingers skinned the thick foreskin of the pulsing cock rapidly up and down the full length of it, the huge bulbous head bursting evilly into view like a giant monster crawling from a secret lair with each downward stroke of her hand.
Michelle heard herself let out a deep groan as Jack's hand moved down and joined Willy's finger between her mother's legs. Then Michelle saw her mother begin hard spasmodic jerks on the two sperm-inflated cocks, which were near enough for Michelle to see the cock-heads covered with a white, sticky-looking fluid that must have been the lubrication men excreted from their organs when they became excited. Both penises looked monstrously large to Michelle as she had never seen one before, and she wondered how it would be possible to have something like that inside of her. It looked like it would be terribly painful, almost impossible to take.
Nicole's long legs stretched out obscenely wide while Willy ran his fingers and hands up and down over her stomach to the moist fleshy lips of her nakedly glistening cunt. Michelle leaned forward a little to see what the next step in the lewd spectacle being played out before her would be. As she leaned closer toward the window, she felt her heart begin to pound thunderously in her chest, beating so hard, she thought the three naked figures inside might hear it as though an alarm had been sounded!
But it was clear that they were so engrossed in what they were doing that nothing would have disturbed them...not even a house on fire! Jack stood now over Nicole and Willy, making long smooth strokes on his fleshy instrument that stiffened into even greater hardness. He signalled to Willy, who paused in his lewd task and removed his massaging index finger from Nicole's up-thrust cunt before pulling away from her. It appeared as if the two men had made some kind of an arrangement before they had begun their dual seduction, and it had been agreed that Jack would be the first one to fuck the obviously aroused woman. Michelle watched in horrified amazement as he leaned down over her mother's white supple nakedness and began to crawl up over her lewdly squirming body. Michelle could see her widespread thighs stretch wider to accept the entrance of the huge, blood-engorged cock inside the lips of her moistly glistening vagina. His muscular buttocks squirmed for a moment as they thrust down toward the soft juncture between Nicole's legs. His hands reached down beneath the firm white moons of her buttocks, and pulled them up toward the blood-filled head of his cock as it slowly pressed into the narrow hair-lined slit of her cunt.
"Ooooooooooh, God!" she heard her mother moan. "Ram it up to my tits!"
Michelle had felt the blood draining from her head and fought to retain her balance and keep from fainting right there on the porch. Her head whirled and she tried desperately to blot out the unbelievably obscene act going on before her eyes.
"Hurry up, Jack, damn it," she heard the thin dark man say. "Leave some of that hot little pussy for me, will you?"
Michelle wanted to rush in and tear the bodies apart. She felt her muscles tense and the cords of her neck strain out as though she were being drawn involuntarily towards an act which would only make things irrevocably worse. She tried to erase the incomprehensible violation of her own mother's body from her eyes, but shielding her vision with her hand, she heard the low mewling groans of pleasure rise up with greater intensity, and for some strange reason, Michelle felt she had to look. She stared in revulsion at her mother's long slender legs rising up above the gray-haired man's grinding thighs and watched as her mother pressed the sides of her ankles like strong fists into his driving buttocks, sending his groin plunging towards her wide-stretched pussy, the thick, wetly glistening cock disappearing and reappearing with each cruel thrust and withdrawal that he made into her.
Michelle had seen her mother's thighs buckle upwards again as though Jack's hardened flesh thrust half-way inside of her eagerly clasping femaledom just wasn't enough. Then the man inched his hands farther under the smooth curve of Nicole's hungrily trembling ass-cheeks and squeezed her white undulating moons with a savage strength. The wantonly writhing woman began a rhythmic squirming movement in an attempt to capture the entire length of his sperm-filled shaft inside the hot pulsating passage of her cunt. Michelle strained her eyes and could see the moistly clasping lips of her mother's hungrily flowering pussy sucking tightly around the hard rubbery head of his fleshy instrument. Nicole's eyes gaped open in stunned disbelief as it skewered deeply in, then came pulsing downward on the out-stroke and grazed its long white ridge against the softly curling pubic hairs that gripped teasingly at the semen-bloated fullness of the underside of his cock.
Now Nicole was churning her eagerly writhing buttocks and glistening white thighs more rapidly. Rippling mewls of pleasure spilled from her wide open mouth and accompanied the lewd slap of naked flesh on flesh of the obscenely pounding bodies. Michelle stood at the window frozen with shock and watch hypnotized as the sperm-swollen sac of the strange man's balls slapped against the flat plane just beneath her mother's nakedly exposed buttocks, the woman's legs curling and uncurling in animal-like desperation around the sinewy muscles of Jack's lower back.
"Oooooooh, fuck me now, darling, fuck me now," Nicole moaned up into his open mouth, her eyes clenched tightly shut, her pelvis grinding.
Michelle held her breath again for what seemed like the thousandth time since she had approached the window a few moments before. Both Nicole and Jack were breathing heavily and Michelle noticed streams of perspiration trailing down their naked bellies as the incessant smack of their sweat-soaked flesh built into an insane crescendo of lust that would lead inevitably to orgasm. Michelle could see one of his hands clench and unclench around her mother's rounded white ass cheeks as he pumped and hollowed his buttocks into her groin and moved his other hand up to her breasts to begin squeezing the passion-inflamed nipples in a final gesture of frenzied lust.
Then suddenly Michelle heard a long gurgling noise come from beneath the nakedly fucking man, the sound erupting deep within her mother's throat as though she had no control over it. Nicole's buttock's jerked uncontrollably up towards the man named Jack several times, the lips of her tightly clasping cunt working and sucking at his cock as though trying to milk him dry. At the same time the man groaned above her and quickened his stroke, grinding hard and deep, his thick fleshy rod beginning to throb its milky white sperm deep down into her gratefully accepting belly. Michelle gasped as she saw her mother's head thrash from side to side under the final ravishing strokes. At the base of her glistening crotch, Michelle could see clearly a tiny white stream of their intermingled cum trickle down over her naked thigh and dissolve lewdly into the mattress below. One last throbbing jerk sent the couple into a subsiding spasm, and then they lay still, her white legs splayed obscenely out at the man's sides.
Now the other man, the one called Willy, stood over the immobile but heavily breathing couple, rubbing the lust-incited shaft of his long hard penis into a fiery poker of flesh that he held as though he were brandishing a lance. Michelle knew all too well what was coming next and she began to move away, too horrified to watch, but too fascinated by the obscene spectacle to avert her eyes completely. Jack looked up smilingly at the standing figure of his friend and pulled his half-deflated cock with a loud, wet sucking noise from Nicole's moistly glistening vagina.
The last thing Michelle saw as she turned her back and began to walk from the house, was the figure of the other male plunging his rock-hard cock deep down into her mother's already sperm-flooded vagina.
* * *
Now, as Michelle sat alone in the quickly darkening woods beside the highway, she tried desperately to rid her mind of the painful images. Tears of abject hurt and humiliation rolled silently down her cheeks, stinging against her skin, for she had been crying so much in the past few hours. Yet one thing was sure, and that was that she would never go home again. Never! She felt somehow betrayed by Serge-though he had spoken the truth-and would never see him again. As for her mother...my God! It was too much to even think about!
Michelle had idolized her mother, trusted her more than anyone in the world, and believed all she had been told about virginity and purity, about the church and morality. Her mother had been her idol of strength and womanly virtue, and she had turned into nothing better than a she-devil! She had lied, lied to Michelle about everything, and the young teenage girl felt totally betrayed.
Perhaps she would look for her father; she could tell him she understood now why he had left. They were both victims of her mother's wantonness, and they could live together, love each other, help each other. But she had no idea where he was. He had written not a word since the day he had left.
It seemed as if there were only one thing to do. She would have to hitchhike to Montreal and get a job right away. She had three dollars with her, money that she had earned baby-sitting and had not yet spent. Yes she would go to Montreal and get a job as a waitress.
She stood up and began to walk through the trees to the highway. It was dark now and Michelle tried not to allow herself to be frightened, as she stood by the side of the road and put out her thumb. She hoped she would get a ride soon. It was growing so chilly out, and all she had on was a light nylon jacket over her sweater and jeans. She hugged her arms around her body to keep herself warm and waited and hoped.
CHAPTER TWO
Michelle had been standing at the side of the road for more than an hour. Many cars had whizzed by, but none had stopped. She was cold and tired and discouraged, hugging herself for warmth and comfort, when she saw two bright headlights looming in the distance. With hardly a hope for success, she put her thumb out. And the lights were slowing, slowing...they were going to stop!
It was a large old van, painted an olive green. The driver was a lean, gaunt man of almost forty, with long stringy black hair that fell in oily strands to his shoulders. Beside him in the front seat was a large, balding blonde-haired man, with a pale, acne-scarred complexion.
"Well, well, little girl alone in the night...jump in, honey."
Michelle did not know exactly what it was that sent a shiver of fear through her body. Perhaps it was his tone, or something strange in the gleam in his eyes, that sounded a warning signal in the young girl's brain. She moved toward the van hesitantly, and then suddenly, instinctively, she turned to back away. The blonde man reached out to grab her hand in a quick and violent motion, but she was fast enough to elude him. And then she began to run.
As she ran she could hear the voices of two men behind her. She ducked off the highway and into the trees, and could hear their footsteps crushing the dried autumn leaves behind her. Then she saw a beam of light from a flashlight. My God! They were going to chase her. Her heart began to beat wildly. She knew if she ran they would hear her and be better able to follow her, so she crouched down behind the bushes and tried to still her breathing.
"Now where do you think that little rabbit is hiding, Cal," she heard a French accented voice remark in a sinister tone. "You know what we do when we find the rabbits we hunt, little girl?" he asked into the darkness.
"Well, Luc, this little rabbit looks mighty fine and juicy, don't it," the man named Cal replied, an obscenely vicious tone evident in his voice.
Michelle heard the men walking towards her now, and as silently as she could, she began to crawl through the brush. Suddenly she knew she was really afraid, and she became sure that her first instinct to run from them had been based on something real she had sensed.
Then, suddenly, she saw through the trees, a pair of headlights approaching from a distance along the highway. She knew her only chance was to bolt from the woods and pray the car would stop. In a flash she leapt to her feet and began to run.
Michelle was panicked. She was almost at the highway...just a little bit more. She had to get there before the car passed...just a little bit more...and then . . .
But before she reached the hard asphalt edge of the road, she could see the red tail lights retreating into the black distance...They had passed. She had missed her chance. An overwhelming depression overcame her.
She could hear the men behind her now, laughing at her failure to escape. She knew it was futile, but she continued to run as hard as she could straight down the edge of the road.
She could feel them right behind her, almost feel their hot breaths on the back of her neck. And then it was all over.
Suddenly she felt her arms wrenched violently backwards and the steel grip of a hand muffled her mouth. She stood in the center of the highway with the two men grappling violently against her, her arms and legs flailing out wildly in a vain attempt to free herself from her captors. She began to scream, but she knew it was useless. They were far outside of St. Agathe now, and there was no one to hear her screams but the birds and the crickets and the deer.
"Now, just look at her...I bet between those long fast legs of hers she's got a mighty hot little pussy."
The man called Luc was talking English, but she could tell by his accent he was a French Canadian too.
Michelle grimaced in fear and revulsion at the horrible insults the men were hurling at her. She heard them chuckle and break into a run behind her, and she quickened her pace, running faster than she ever knew she could, feeling her heart pounding desperately in her throat.
"You know, Cal...I don't think this hot little bitch likes us....Maybe we just have to show her how good our big hard pricks will feel in her, eh?"
Cal laughed. . . . "If I get a hard on, I can't run so fast," he said.
Nicole knew that they would catch her if that car would not stop. Why, she was running with all her might, and they were taking it easy enough to laugh and joke, not even worried about losing her. Oh why? Why? Why couldn't they leave her alone...What did they want with her?
"Don't wear yourself out, Cal," Luc said. "We got a lot of fucking to do."
Yet she continued to struggle with all her might against her captors.
"Goddamn, she's a tough little bitch," she heard the man called Luc say in his French accented English. Then she felt the vise-like grip against her arms send piercing stabs into her straining shoulders, and a rough hand clenched tightly over her mouth.
Then, against her anguished protests, they pulled her back along the road, pinning their arms tightly against her back, so if she struggled more they could clench her elbows up to her shoulder-blades and reduce her to a writhing mass of agonized pain.
But it was fear that now raced through her as the two heavily breathing men dragged her back down the highway. Up ahead she saw the hulking shape of their van, and the young teenage girl made one last attempt to break loose, kicking at the taller man who stood next to her. Then she felt her arm wrench up once more, and she bent down, groaning, more in fear now, and hoping desperately that she could distract her abductors for at least a moment until she could regain her strength. But they pulled her up from her half-kneeling position and dragged her on until she was standing before the open door of the rear of the van.
"Oh God, Please! No! Let me go!" she gurgled under the tightly clenching hand over her mouth.
They hoisted her wrenching body ahead of them onto the cold metal floor of the van. The image of a third man sitting with his back against one wall of the van swept past her widening, horror-stricken eyes as he grabbed for her shoulders and dragged her toward him until her face fell hard onto his lap. Then Cal's heavy weight landed in a thud on her back, and a sharp stab of pain shot through her belly. Behind her, she heard Luc climbing in the front of the van beside the dark haired driver, and the van roared off with a squeal of tires against the pavement.
"Well, huntin's pretty good in these parts, eh?" the rasping voice of the driver grunted excitedly.
"We ain't only got her, Denny. Wait till you see what she's got," Cal shouted jubilantly to the front of the van. His stomach lay flat over her outstretched form and his free hand squeezed more tightly at the curve of her small waist.
"Cochons...solatia's.. . " Michelle began to scream!
"Keep your goddamned hand over her mouth," the driver hissed. This little Frenchie will have the bloody Mounties on our back! The last thing we need is to be stopped by the RCMP!"
Then Michelle felt Cal's large muscular hand in a tight grip on her waist. The coarsened palm of his other hand pressed so strenuously against her slightly parted mouth that it felt like her lips were splitting her own teeth. Her head had twisted and her cheek lay on the thigh of the other man with her face forced almost into his lap. A pungent masculine smell emanated from his spread open loins and permeated the air around her face, filling the whole of her every choking breath.
Tears of helpless terror streamed from Michelle's eyes as an image of a man's long white cock sinking into her mother's open and glistening vagina raced through her tortured mind, arid she sobbed helplessly as she was hit with the horrible realization that she too might soon be filled with the brutal erect flesh of one of these crude men who had forced her off the highway and into the van.
Oh God, please don V let it happen, please don't let them do that to me. Not that, dear God. Not what those men did to my mother!
"Keep her trap shut, we're comin' into another little town here," the tense voice of the driver spoke again.
Cal's hand tightened over Michelle's mouth, and she thought she was going to suffocate. Then her heart jumped into her throat and her breath stopped completely for one long tortuous moment as she realized that she might very well be killed if she didn't cooperate. The flow of her tears choked off abruptly and dried up with sheer terror.
"Atta girl," Cal's wet mouth muttered in her ear. "Old Cal is gonna reward you with something real good and hard. Oh, you're going to love what I've got for you."
His breath smelled heavily of alcohol and she could feel a sticky dampness forming between her back and his stomach as he sweated through his shirt in his efforts to keep her close to the floor of the van. The smell of his sweat and the stale odor of alcohol and the pungency arising from the other man's lap, all mixed together until she thought she was going to faint from the heat and the overwhelming fear that attacked each of her senses.
As they passed through the little Quebec town, the van was lit by the street lights for a moment and Michelle got another look at their faces. My God! One of them looked awfully familiar...the one called Luc. Where had she seen that face?
Then she remembered. In the newspaper. Just this morning. He was wanted for a murder and robbery in northern Hull, and was suspected of being a member of the long dormant FLQ-the Federation de Liberation Quebecois-the group which, several years ago, had been responsible for the kidnapping of British Trade Commissioner James Cross and the kidnapping and murder of Labor Minister Pierre Laporte.
But two of these men were English. It didn't make sense, and they seemed more like hardened criminals than left wing radicals.
Every nerve in her anguished body strained as Cal's free hand began an exploratory movement out from her small girlish waist. It ran excitedly over the side of her body, then he sighed and began breathing heavily, concentrating all his brutal force on prying the soft inner sides of her thighs apart with his knee. Michelle fought with every bit of her strength, but the straining limbs gradually opened from the force of the pressure. His legs sank in between them and she felt a clothed hardness press along the top of her thighs. She shuddered in revulsion as she realized what he was trying to do to her. His penis had hardened from the lust-inciting contact of lying closely on top of her, and now he was trying to wedge his straining erectness against her completely defenseless pussy!
She squirmed her hips, groaning loudly in protest, but it was useless.
Beneath his pants, Cal's stiffened penis pushed hard and intimately into the junction between her legs. He pressed forward and the cloth of her jeans sank raspingly into the barely moist crevice of her helplessly spread young pussy.
The truck sped along through the autumn night on the highway to Montreal, leaving the Quebec countryside behind. In the front, there was a sound of the other two men shifting in their seats.
"You can relax now. We're out on open road,"-Michelle recognized Luc's voice.
"Someone throw me a goddamn cigarette, will ya," she heard the other man in the back of the van speak for the first time. He too was French.
Michelle started as a pack of Export A's flew over the front seat. The man grabbed the green pack and handed a second cigarette to Cal, the straining cloth across his lap lighting up rose-blue before Michelle's eyes as he struck a match.
"Goddamn it, Henri. Watch out, you bastard. You'll burn my hair," Cal grunted.
Cal was still pressed heavily over her back, but now Michelle looked up at Henri for the first time.
He was much smaller than she had expected him to be, though his bony, wiry frame had a definite look of vicious cruelty about it. Michelle could not help but stare at him in dreadful fascination. There was something about him that she had never seen in a person before...almost a kind of evil, as if he were the devil himself.
She could still feel Cal grinding his hardness against her legs and chuckling softly. He laughed and blew into her ear, sending waves of goose-bumps over her flesh, and the terrified young girl cringed in revulsion.
She stiffened and twisted her face to the side straining to see out the back windows of the van as though somewhere out there in the inky black night she might find something that would magically save her. But the long white line of the highway rolled endlessly on, and the headlights of other cars would sometimes pass on either side of them...but there was no way she could contact anyone in them...no way.
"Roll the little mademoiselle over," Henri said after a moment, lighting a second cigarette. "I want to see her front." There was an irritated demanding quality in his words that sent new shivers of fear down Michelle's spine. She had been so foolish to find hope in the fact that there was another Frenchman...they were all rotten...all of them.
"Relax, man," Cal said confidently. "It's all there. I already checked it out for you."
"Looks like you're doing more than checking it out to me. Come on...roll her over. I want to see what she's got for tits!"
"Shut up, man. You're botherin' me."
"All I got is the head." Henri's vicious tone now had a knife-like edge to it.
Tears of shame and humiliation welled in Michelle's eyes as she heard the two men discussing her as though she were a bag of potatoes they had loaded in the truck to take to market. The horror of the situation was almost too much to grasp. She could hardly think from the terrible fear and revulsion that overwhelmed her every attempt to figure out just what she could do, or if there was even anything she could do. All she knew was that each of their hotly intimate touches and each of their lewd remarks was doing something to her that would make her forever different from the innocently naive young girl she had been only a few short minutes ago.
She felt Cal's hand possessively pull her body closer to him, and her attention shot back to the dire defenselessness of her position. His other hand remained around her mouth, and his body wormed even closer against hers, his knees bending where hers did, as his chest fell harder against her back while her softly rounded young buttocks fitted more closely like one spoon in another into his bulging pelvis. Her soft flesh made the feared contact with his jutting hardness and she trembled, imagining the lewd look of obscene pleasure contorting the man's face. A seeming eternity passed by as his probing contact with her firm young flesh grew more frequent and harder.
"How much longer?" he asked later, breathing heavily, his hand moving hungrily down her thighs over her tightly fitting jeans. "I think our little rabbit is getting uncomfortable here."
"Aw, we got another half hour till we get to Montreal," the driver's voice said tensely from the driver's seat. "But keep the little bitch quiet."
"Don't worry Louie. She can't move," Cal muttered. He chuckled when he pinched harshly through the denim at the soft insides of her two thighs pressed together, and her groan of protest issued through his hand over her mouth almost soundlessly. "She can't even squeal. Look at that boys!"
"Open up her pants," Luc turned and hissed into the back, his eyes glinting in lewd amusement through the dark. He turned on his knees and peered over the back of the seat, almost drooling at the obscene picture of the young brunette plastered helplessly down under Cal's groin. Her red sweater had ridden up to just below the rounded fullness of her large breasts, and below the high, wide-spaced protuberances, he could see the bare flesh of her taut little stomach gleaming whitely in the moonlight. He grunted in lewd pleasure when Henri suddenly reached over and pulled the zipper of her jeans slowly open.
"Jesus, will you look at that," Luc whistled under his breath, taking on the wide, white stretch of unexpectedly bare stomach, exposed over the top of the small white triangle of her nylon panties. "Seems to me anything wearing them little skimpy things is asking for cock. I say let's fuck her now."
"Yeah, let's do it. Let's fuck her now." Henri agreed.
"Hold on," Louie objected over the din of voices. "Not while I'm drivin'. "
"I can't wait," Ca! grunted hoarsely.
Michelle groaned as her forehead hit against a rising hardness in Henri's lap and he raised his legs, clenching her face in his lap in a strong, vise-like grip. Behind her, Cal's groin rammed harshly into her buttocks, his fingers tearing at the open waist of her jeans so that she thought they would rip apart. A frantic, terrorized energy raced through her, and she squirmed and bucked her body with every ounce of strength that she had, trying to wrench her face out of Henri's clenching thighs and throw Cal's jutting hardness off her back. She tossed violently at both ends but the harsh grinding of her forehead and buttocks against their stiffening hardness only succeeded in increasing their desire for her.
"Hold her down, you idiots," Cal muttered, moving his hand down to her wildly thrusting hips and pinioning them roughly to the floor.
"Please, please don't do it to me," she choked in the single moment that his hand was removed from her mouth. "Get it off me!"
Henri clamped his palm over her mouth and her piteous supplications were cut short. Her further anguished cries choked back deep down in her chest, only a faint helpless mewling escaping from under the tightly clenching hand.
Suddenly she felt Cal's weight lift off her. There was a long torturous moment of silent suspense while his muscular calves inched slowly backwards down the sides of her legs, then his face hovered over her knees. She jerked as he reached abruptly forward and his fingers curled over the unbuttoned waist of her jeans, jerking them in a swift, cruel movement down over her hips until the soft rounded fullness of her partially panty-covered buttocks were exposed to view. All the while Luc hung over the front seat, his eyes bulging as each luscious inch of the girl's delicately curved legs came further into view.
"Pull up her top so we can see them big juicy tits," Cal yelled at Luc leaning over the front seat. His trembling hands curled around her small kicking ankles and pulled them slightly apart. His eyes traveled slowly up the bare, slightly parted columns of her legs, and he ran his tongue over his lips with obvious desire. Her small, well-shaped ankles curved delicately up over slender girlish calves, then swelled into a smooth silky softness at her full upper thighs. The whitely clean triangle of her brief panties had been moved out of place by her fruitless struggling, and now the smoothly rounded globes of her ass-cheeks were exposed entirely to his lust-crazed view. Only a narrow strip of thin nylon cloth was wedged into the tightly trembling crevice of her firm young buttocks, and he could see small thin curls of her sparse blonde pubic hair appearing under the edges of the bunched up material where it ran in a thin white band down between her legs.
Michelle was half wild with fear now, as her mind raced with the dreadful certainty that what she had most feared was now going to happen to her: these strange men were going to sink their indecent flesh into the most intimate parts of her body. She felt sick with disgust and her whole being cowered with the shame and humiliation of it all. These vile creatures that didn't even know her name were going to plow into her like lewd animals without the slightest trace of compassion or human understanding, making of her a mere mindless receptacle for their lewdly building sperm.
And...there was nothing on earth she could do about it. Her inability to fight them back increased her sense of shame and degradation. Oh God, if only she was stronger, she thought desperately, then her mind was jerked back to brutal reality by the sensation of Cal's hands coursing over the sides of her body. He teased her nakedly cringing flesh harshly as he worked up the backs of her legs, kneading the skin into painful, white little balls and clenching them in his fists. He pinched her soft inner thighs roughly between his thumbs and forefingers, and Michelle whimpered in helpless anguish. She imagined what his leering face must look like as his hands roamed freely over her now obediently splayed out body, and she ground her belly hard down against the floor of the truck in another vain attempt to escape him when his hands moved onto her hips. He rolled the luscious firmness of her soft warm flesh between his hands and then wormed one finger into the slightly sweating crevice between her buttocks that showed just its beginning now above the elastic waistband of her panties.
"Nice, eh?" he called excitedly to the rest of the men, working his middle finger down into the shadows of the thinly dividing crevice until it disappeared from sight.
A loud grunt of agreement came from Luc as he hung over the front seat, his eyes bulging with cruelly rising desire. Louie, behind the wheel, glanced quickly over his shoulder and turned back the road, smacking his lips wetly in lewd comment.
Michelle groaned as Henri's hardness jerked against her cheek. His hand moved over the back of her head, pushing her forehead hard against his excitedly throbbing penis. Her nose flattened against the base of the shaft and she could feel the blunt rounded outline of the blood-engorged head pressing hotly through the material of his pants. He ran his fingers through her hair, taking in the sight of her helpless young body stretched out in nakedness below him. A small circle of wetness had seeped through the material of his pants against Michelle's temple and she shuddered, realizing it was the same white male liquid that she had seen glistening on the top of the man named Jack's long, obscenely hardened cock just before he had thrust his hardness into her mother's wide-splayed pussy. She tried to lift her cheek from it, but his hand clamped down on her scalp and pushed her face even deeper into his pulsating groin than it had been before. She began to sob loudly as he rotated his fevered loins against her forehead, moving his hands down to the bareness of her back and suddenly yanking the sweater brutally up over her brassiere-covered breasts to her neck.
"Well, look at what we got," he said in a cruelly mocking voice. "An old fashioned girl in a brassiere!"
Once again Louie's head spun around to the back, and an obscenely loud guffaw swept through the truck.
Michelle's shoulders heaved as she sobbed helplessly from the shame and humiliation. This was too much! They were laughing at her too, while they pawed and tore at her body like wild animals. She thought of Serge's hands gently trying earlier that day to cup themselves around her breasts and almost regretted the self-righteous way she had pushed him away. Surely it would have been better to have let her boyfriend touch her than to find herself as she was not at the mercy of these monsters. Oh God, it would have been better than this if she had given herself completely to Serge.
Now she cringed at Henri's hand roaming excitedly over her back. She stiffened in fear as his fingers fought clumsily with the clasp of her brassiere. Then, suddenly it gave way and she felt her fully ripened young breasts fall out like two large white melons, hanging obscenely down over each side of his leg with his knee pressed into the deep cleavage between. The tiny buds of her nipples made contact with the coolness of the air and stiffened involuntarily, pointing lewdly downwards.
"A hot little Quebecoise, in a virtuous bra," Henri snorted.
"Hold her down while I pull her panties off," Cal grunted, sliding his hands slowly down from the slimness of her waist over the luscious flare of her firmly rounded young hips.
Then, suddenly, Michelle's body jerked back to life as she felt Cal's fingers move from her hip bones to the tight elastic top of her panties. She had lain limply beneath them, feeling as though all the life had been drained out of her, while they had run their hands all over her helplessly trembling flesh and even uncovered her breasts. But the moment she most dreaded had arrived, and she knew that the virginity that she had struggled so hard to protect from even Serge, the boy she was going to marry, was as good as lost if she ever allowed these horrible beasts to strip her panties from her vagina. Death would be better, she thought. Her last chance to resist was now and, deciding she would rather be flung from the moving van, she gathered all her strength and lurched wildly toward the back door. Her body squirmed momentarily through their grasping hands until Cal's arm circled around her waist tripping her, and she fell to a painful thud on her knees.
"Oooooo, a brave little bitch!" he shouted as Henri sprang up, and she fell back down to the floor beneath the crushing weight of both of them.
She kicked and clawed but it was impossible to meet their brutal strength and gradually she was pulled back to her original position with her head thrown harder this time into Henri's lap. She shuddered as he dug his fist brutally into the back of her neck, applying a cruel, vise-like pressure to the sides of her head with his legs.
"Tabernacle!" he swore, reaching down under her torso and grabbing one of Michelle's nakedly hanging breasts, squeezing it until she groaned loudly. He moved to the other breast, giving it an even more vicious squeeze, and she whimpered in helpless anguish. He laughed and she realized that the little man was obviously a sadist and glad of her attempted escape because it gave him an opportunity to brutalize her. She tried not to give him the satisfaction of her crying, but the pain was just too much for her to take when he grabbed her sensitively pulsating nipple between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing it tight between them until she broke out sobbing. He kneaded it roughly between his fingers and ground her face harder against his throbbing cock, his mouth breaking into a lewd contorted grin of sadistic ecstasy as his whole body raced to cum from the sheer pressure of her face grinding into him. His head rolled back against the front seat and he let his hand move down her back, trailing his fingernails sharply into the smooth creamy skin. He moaned and rubbed his hand down her back to the elastic waistband at the top of her bikini panties, pulling on it frantically and then kneading his fingers cruelly into the soft flesh of her firmly rounded young ass cheeks.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Cal suddenly interrupted, grabbing the hand and flinging it back toward the front seat. "Who the hell's running this show anyway?"
Henri's body fell back against the seat under the surprise attack. "You don't own her, you know," he shouted back violently. "Les anglais think they own everything, even our women!"
"Don't give me that crap Henri...save it for the burgeois press...meantime, I'm the one that's supposed to be fucking her!"
"Shut up, both of you. We can't go hassling among ourselves. Wait till we get to Montreal...there'll be enough pussy for everyone . . . " Louie's voice pleaded from the driver's seat.
"Maybe we should wait, Cal," Luc shifted in the front seat, frowning tensely at the two angrily poised figures in the back of the van.
"I'm tired of waiting," Cal grunted and resumed his kneeling position over Michelle's helplessly splayed out body. "I'll fuck her real quick."
Cal's eyes raced with mounting excitement over the youthful loveliness of the girl's body that lay stretched below him in a piteous pose of helpless submission. He hadn't fucked a woman in a long time, and especially not anything like this. Not anything so young, pure and helpless. Small beads of perspiration broke out on his upper lips and his hands trembled as he curved them around the narrowness of her waist. He waited a moment, then began slowly peeling down the flimsy nylon panties over the half-moons of her buttocks, gradually exposing the smoothly resilient young flesh. Then, in a sudden gesture of nervous impatience, he yanked the panties past her knees and the rounded white spheres jostled firmly and nakedly before his hungering eyes.
Michelle trembled in abject shame and embarrassment, feeling the last of her protective clothing dangling uselessly down at her ankles. Then there was the rasping sound of a zipper being pulled open in haste behind her, and her own groan of terror arising from some deep, distant place in her body when she felt the sudden long warm bluntness of his hardened cock fall free against the top of her leg. Tiny droplets of thick white seminal fluid had already begun to seep from the contracting glans at its tip, and she shuddered in disgust and revulsion, feeling it smear wetly across the top of her nudely exposed thigh. It was actually going to happen to her now-he was going to sink his cruel instrument into her and tear her helpless virginity to shreds. Tears welled in her eyes and spilled down her cheeks. Then-then a searing humiliation burned over her entire body as his probing finger pressed against the small vertical opening of her slightly bearded young vagina.
"Oooooooooo, nooooooooo--! "
"Jesus Christl-she's a virgin!" Cal gasped, his voice dropping to an almost reverent whisper. "Look at that, she's cherry!"
Michelle's whole body jerked in a violent attempt to wrench herself away from his licentiously searching finger, her belly grinding frantically down against the floor of the truck and the firm resilient cheeks of her buttocks clenched tightly together.
"Yeah, man, she s a virgin all right, I can feel it!" he exclaimed, fighting to keep his finger in the unbelievably tight, but violently squirming ring of her vagina. He tried to worm his finger in deeper and met a thin fleshy resistance, then laughed softly. "This'll take what I call a real master."
"I'll do it. Let me split her!" Henri shouted suddenly and crawled excitedly over Michelle's back, spilling her head to the floor and throwing Cal off balance. Cal's hands flailed out from Michelle's body and the force of Henri's shifting weight threw him against the side of the van, giving Henri complete access to the warm spread juncture of the young girl's upraised buttocks. In one quick moment, Henri had gripped one of her fearfully quivering white ass cheeks painfully in his fist, and in the next he had burrowed the entire length of his hand into the soft, hair-lined mounds that protected the soft pink crevice of her vagina. Michelle moaned and jerked forward, but there was no escape from the cruel digging fingers that roamed over the thin, puffy edges of her cunt lips, pulling their softness apart and searching up inside for her vaginal opening. His fully extended hand covered the entire length of her pussy, one middle finger working violently over every inch of her helpless little cuntal slit as he greedily sought his mark.
Then suddenly he found his goal, jamming his middle finger in the tight smooth hole between the moist fleshy lips and shoving it all the way forward.
" Aaaaaarrrggghhhhhh, nooooooooo!" she squealed like a stuck pig and kicked her legs out wildly behind her in a futile attempt to escape the cruel impalement. But it only worsened her position and a guttural screech of further pain came tumbling piteously from deep in her throat when his second finger joined the first and battered deeper and deeper into her warm yielding cuntal flesh. It felt as though a hot poker had been thrust into her burning vaginal passage and was now searing its way up into her body in search of her soul. Behind him, Cal had regained his balance and was trying with every ounce of his strength to pull the cruelly gripping hand away, but Henri's fingers were curved deep up in her cunt like a fishhook and he held to her like a lust-crazed madman. His fingers ground around and around in her painfully expanding little vaginal channel, while Michelle squirmed and jerked her helplessly impaled buttocks in a wild desperation before the depraved attack up between her open thighs. It felt as though his insanely thrusting fingers were splitting her in two and her mind reeled from the pain and confusion.
Then, suddenly, the thin, balloon-like membrane of her virginity gave way and her mind swooned into a dazed stupor, hardly conscious of anything but the hotly searing pain up between her legs. The virginity that she had guarded for so long had been, in one terror-filled instant, torn brutally away. She fell limply against the floor and would have fainted dead away had it not been for the commotion of Henri and Cal still struggling over her. Slowly the fingers withdrew from her pained and stretched vaginal passage as Cal grabbed Henri by the hair and threw him violently over her panting body across the van. And that was all.
Henri moaned in pain as his head hit the side of the van and then he cringed into the rear corner when he saw Cal crawling toward him, murder in his eyes.
"Stop it! Stop it!" Louie yelled over the noise. "You're making so much goddamed racket you'll have the cops stopping us!"
"I'm gonna kill you, you son of a bitch. You'll be sorry you did that, you bastard," Cal shouted at the top of his voice.
"I got more right to her...she's a French girl...one of ours . . . " Henri snarled back. "Libere les filles francaises pour les francais!"
"Cut the revolution crap!" Cal snapped. You know as well as me the revolution's dead. We're doing this gig for the bread and the kicks...that's it man. You're beginning to believe we really are the FIQ, aren't you. You wanna be a hero!"
Henri looked fiercely angry, but was silent, sinking back into the corner, staring stonily out into space, and a deathly quiet sank over the group that was broken only by the soft piteous sound of Michelle's sobbing. In the front Luc lit an Export A and Louie cleared his throat nervously. Cal glared around the truck and then crawled back to the girl, resuming his kneeling position over her.
Michelle's mind reeled with fear and confusion as once again she felt him pull her legs apart, breathing heavily over her. Then his hand sank onto the already finger-ravaged mound of her pussy, and she groaned a long low soul-searching moan.
Cal's nostrils flared with obvious desire as he concentrated again on the lewd task before him. "Just relax, honey. You're going to love every minute of this, I promise you," he chuckled obscenely to her, once again laying his hands on her hips, opening his palms and pressing the firm white cheeks apart, hungrily kneading them. "Just relax baby, and enjoy it."
"No, please, not any more," Michelle whimpered and sobbed with renewed humiliation at the leering sound of his voice. She could feel the hot summer night air coursing over her nakedness, and her mind reeled with fear and shame at the degradation that had already occurred and the-the worse that was going to come.
"Oh God, no, please," she cried, feeling his finger make contact with the fearfully cringing lips of her vagina, slowly spreading apart again the fleshy, fleece-lined lips of the moist wet furrow.
"Oooooooh."
She jerked forward as his middle finger shot out, its soft flicking tip circling the quivering clitoris, teasing along the edges of the softly quivering folds with his other fingers. The finger continued its maddening tickling against the straining bud of her sexual nerve center and she groaned heavily from deep down in her throat when his finger worked its way down the length of the narrow slit to the tight elastic rimmed opening of naked vagina.
"Noooooo, not again," she moaned and pleaded as his finger moved from the ragged edges down to the tight little hole in her squirming crotch. "Please, please let me go!"
"Hold her," he grunted to Luc. He thrust his middle finger deep down into it, bringing a low guttural groan from the girl whose soft warm thighs closed convulsively around either side of his moving hand. He could feel the flesh slip around his extended finger, the walls of the invaded vagina opening and closing in a desperate little clenching motion. It felt as though the soft hair-lined little mouth would pull his finger out by the roots it was so tight.
"It's giving," he said as her juices slowly began flowing. "I can feel her pussy loosen up."
"Goddamn tight," he muttered, moving his finger in tiny growing circles deeper and deeper into her. "But she's gettin' wet."
Michelle sobbed in shame and humiliation as she felt her body betraying her, the tight narrow virginal passageway slowly enlarging and wetness under the maddening probing of his burrowing finger. She felt a strange sad regret when the pain gradually decreased, knowing that the end of the pain meant the final end of her cherished virginity. The probing finger was only slipping now through the shattered remains sweeping away the last faint obstacles to her final ravishment by these unspeakably low brutes. She tried to scream, but it came out a soft, pitiful whimper that she doubted they had even heard. A fatalistic sense of acceptance swept over her. She couldn't protest any longer-she just couldn't. Her body lay defeated by utter confusion and exhaustion. Once again she thought of her mother, but her former shock had turned to near envy...her mother had at least enjoyed it. If only she had given herself to Serge. Now in the face of this terrible rape, her objections to his few gentle advances seemed prudish and silly. Little had she know what true immorality meant. Then gradually she ceased to ink at all. Her virginity, her horror about her other, all that was swept away by the vile fondling of her secret genitals.
She gasped as his finger suddenly slipped out with a wet sucking sound and she felt him adjusting himself behind her, slowly massaging the heavy thick foreskin of his erectly throbbing penis back from the jerking head while he advanced against the proud young girl who now lay totally at his mercy. Then there was the feeling of the hugeness of his fleshy hardness laying the full length of her openly quivering slit. The jerking head of his lust-bloated cock rested throbbingly between her widespread thighs, insinuating itself up and down, up and down, in a maddening tease that caused her to twist her hips away from its hard, blood-filled tip. She cringed down against the truck floor, her eyes wide in horrified panic, when he guided it down the softly yielding crevice of her buttocks, not letting it lose contact with her flesh until it was poised, pulsating and ready, up between the moisture-covered flanges of her vagina.
"Hold her steady now, I'm gonna fuck her," he commanded at Luc who had practically fallen over the front seat in obscene curiosity. Henri had recovered from the attack of the moment before, and a small trickle of saliva gleamed from his open panting mouth. "Here goes one big cock into one tight little cunt."
Michelle felt the lips around her defenselessly throbbing young vagina pressured open. The elastic rimmed tightness clenched futilely together and resisted the hard cruel pressure, and a long low groan emitted from deep in her throat at the harsh pain.
"Noooooo! Nooooooooo!"
He shoved again-a deeper groan-and the tight little cuntal hole resisted for another moment, then gave way before the massively erect flesh boring steadily into it. Michelle's legs jerked out wide on either side of his body, splaying out against the sides of the van, kicking futilely in the air.
"Ooooooooooh, God!" she screamed, her lewdly impaled form pinned helplessly below the man. The shock against her body had brought her quickly back to full consciousness, and she squirmed and tossed her helplessly held buttocks around like a woman possessed, but Henri's outstretched arms pinned her shoulders tightly to his thighs.
"Shhhheeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiiit," Cal moaned in a guttural voice above her, shoving his hips slightly forward again. And suddenly, he could stand it no more. He pushed forward with everything he had, sinking the lust-inflated cock all the way up into her tight, virginal little pussy to the hilt! Michelle felt as though her body were being torn down the middle and that she would be skewered all the way up to her breasts by this giant pole of hardened male flesh embedded deep in her vagina. The fiery plunging rod felt as though it were coming out her throat as his huge blood-filled head pressed hard against her cervix, the huge head burrowing deeper and deeper into her tautly cringing belly. Cal's face was contorted with the effort of that first vicious stab, and his lips curled back from his teeth, as he felt his balls slap tightly down against her piteously jerking clitoris that screwed itself deep down against the floor, futilely attempting to escape the cruel impalement.
Michelle squirmed helplessly beneath him. She could feel the hot searing pain of his sudden blunt entry tearing cruelly at her insides. She flexed her groin muscles tightly together to attempt to ward off the huge invading cudgel, but the throb of her straining sinews seemed to incite it more and it plowed its way deeper and deeper into her vainly resisting cunt. The walls of her still tightly resisting vaginal passage clasped hotly around it like a warm, butter filled fist. She could feel its every fleshy ridge as her nerve ends transmitted its monstrous form in minute detail to her muddled mind.
"Ooooooooooh!" she held her breath as the buried cock expanded more, stretching the smooth wet walls even further.
He flexed again and she went limp, feeling him slowly withdraw, pause for a moment, and then plunge in again, setting up a slow rhythmic movement. She could feel his hips rotating from side to back against her softly swaying buttocks, forcefully stretching her vagina wider with the rhythmic breathing. There was nothing she could do to stop him. She knew she must accept this horrible rape without resistance now as it was too late, and she lay motionless beneath him, her eyes clenched tightly closed, her sounds becoming nothing but incoherent mumblings against the brutal assault.
She whimpered only slightly when his hands slid under her stomach, fanning out over the flatness of her belly and pulling her unresisting buttocks up tighter against his revolving thrusts, thin rivulets of sweat rolling down his hairy belly wetting the small of her back between them.
"Fuck her, fuck her harder," Henri chanted in time to the hard rhythmic thrusts, hardly able to contain his glee while he watched the girl's helplessly flattening ass-cheeks sliding down the length of Cal's rock-hard instrument. He could see the rigid cock's slow withdrawal between them, pulling the thin soft ridges of her pink, wetly glistening cuntal flesh out with it as she screwed her pelvis down into the floor-and the entry-pushing the soft folds back into her and the moist shiny length was swallowed whole, back into the salaciously ravished opening. Only his fear of Cal's vicious temper kept him from attempting to get on her himself. What he wouldn't give, he gloated to himself, to hold the little bitch pinned in that lewd, helpless position, squirming like a fly on his aching cock buried deep in her belly. Pure, proud, innocent! She was everything he wanted to humiliate and subjugate to his perverted will. He had his rights too, and he was going to get his turn at her proud little pussy when they got to Montreal, no matter what Cal said.
Michelle's mind sank into a dim haze of consciousness as she felt the man behind her shift his brutal strokes sinking into her deeper and harder, the giant head sliding up and down her warm viscous passage, slamming hard against her cervix and his soft balls slapping hotly against the widespread slit of her pussy below. Warm rushes of air raced between her thighs as he plunged in again even more brutally, building into a wild crescendo of fucking as though he meant to tear her to shreds. She sensed instinctively that he was going to cum, and her soft whimpers broke into a torrent of wild helpless sobbing at the thought of his lewd sperm spilling deep into her belly. Oh God, he was going to cum in her and fill her with his hot sticky lust, maybe even make her pregnant, she thought, trembling in horror before the imminent, final shame of his ejaculation into her defenseless belly.
"Move it, move it, hump back!" Cal mumbled over and over to her, ceaselessly ramming the blood-filled cudgel deep into her helplessly screaming little belly with long cruel jabs. "Get that ass up in the air!"
He could feel the hot white cum building up inside his heated balls as they beat hard against the tickling little curls of her openly quivering pussy lips. He was ready to explode. He grabbed her face and, twisting it painfully back toward him, wildly shoved his tongue down far into her throat and, with harshly kneading hands, pulled the widespread globules of her large firm breasts hard up against her chest as he rammed his cock all the way to the hilt in her soft, now completely unresisting cunt. His hands flailed out from her breasts and landed on her softly undulating buttocks, kneading them with fingers driven wild with uncontrollable excitement before one outstretched finger sank down to her defenseless anal crack and dug cruelly at her tightly puckered little anus.
"Noooooo," Michelle's voice wailed like a siren through the truck.
The captive young girl's buttocks ground frantically against him, and Cal let out a sudden incoherent moan as the head of the deeply sunk rod flared into hugeness and began to spurt out its white hot liquid like burning fire. Michelle's buttocks slammed against him with equal, force, trying at first to escape the cruel probing Finger and now the jetting streams of heated cum that ricocheted around and around inside her dilating vagina, filling it tot the bursting point and erupting out over onto her legs.
"Oh, no...God, no!" she groaned incoherently around the swabbing tongue still sunk deep in her throat, feeling Cal's massively jerking penis continuing its wild pulsation to completion, white hot spurts still spewing from its lust-swollen head and foaming out the fleshy pussy lips locked around the base of his cock, soaking the soft matted curls of her blonde pubic hair.
And then Cal collapsed forward. As Michelle felt the weight of the kneeling man fall against her back, her battered young body gave one last jerk and quivered to a limp stillness, her legs protruding lifelessly out on either side of his fatigued body.
Michelle lay with her arms outstretched, dangling doll-like over Henri's legs. Her belly was filled to the bursting point with Cal's hot sticky cum. Then she felt him pull himself slowly off her defeated form, his cock sliding gradually and slipperily out of her ravaged vagina. Oh God, she sobbed out of her shame and humiliation. And this wasn't even the end. There were-the others!
"It's my turn now," Henri announced, pulling himself abruptly out from under her dangling arms. "Let me have a go at her."
"You ain't getting no turn, I already told you, Pepsi."
"Pepsi...don't you call me Pepsi you...you . . . " Henri was outraged at the name...a common term of insult used for French Canadians.
"Hey you guys," called Louie from the driver's seat.. . "You guys better lay off...we're coming into the city."
"I told you...you ain't gonna touch her," Cal snorted and pushed Henri's ready form back against the wall of the van.
"Yeah, we'll see about that," Henri snarled. "We'll just wait and see."
And then all was quiet. Michelle lay shivering on the bottom of the van, Cal's cum still trickling in tiny lewd rivulets down the crevice between her thighs, forming a dark wet circle on the floor of the truck. Her arms fell limply to the sides while the men dressed her, and then she sank back onto the floor with Cal's hand again over her mouth, listening with renewed fear to the men's rambling conversation.
"She's pretty, ain't she?"
"Can't you just see her high school picture on the front page as soon as the press gets ahold of this story...PRIME MINISTER ASSASSINATED. QUEBEC TEENAGER HELD HOSTAGE!"
A soft laughter was heard in the van, and Michelle's attention started with renewed desperation. Assassination! Oh, dear God! What kind of desperate men had she been captured by?!
CHAPTER THREE
The van came to a stop in front of a rickety old house on Rue St. Hubert, just a few blocks from the French part of St. Catherine Street in the east end of Montreal. It was a house that had once had a romantic grace, with a round turret and spire that might have conjured up fairytale castles, if not for the old flaking paint and general air of deterioration.
Under the cover of darkness, the men dragged Michelle's exhausted body up the front steps and into the house, dumping her limp form onto the shabby living room couch. The room could barely be called furnished. Besides the couch, there were two old stuffed chairs with torn upholstery, a couple of wooden folding chairs, and a rug on the floor that had once had an oriental design, but was so worn and filthy now that its pattern was barely discernible. No pictures graced the walls, though a few books lay strewn on the floor, paperback books, a curious mixture of spy novels and political tracts...There was also a stack of old, yellowing newspapers in one corner of the room.
In her exhaustion, Michelle had almost dozed off to sleep, when suddenly she heard the men begin to talk. She kept her eyes closed, feigning sleep, and listened.
"Listen, man," Henri was saying. "How come you're turning so soft about this chick . . . ? "
Cal was quietly angry. "Look, he said...you all just gotta be a little orderly about this. We can't have the group discipline all shot to hell just for a piece of pussy....We got work to do."
"Ah, your heart's all mush, man."
"Look...right now the cops think we're the
FLQ. We gotta keep it that way. And their M.O. never included messin' up chicks. Dig? They're into that women's liberation shit, but I guess you're too damn stupid to see that!"
"You got a soft spot for her, man," Henri insisted.
Cal gazed steadily at the huge brute of a man. Henri was challenging his leadership once again. But Henri was incompetent. If anyone came second in command it was Luc. "Look, Pepsi, we got a job to do, and messing with the chick ain't gonna help nothin'. "
"Come on, man, she's just another little piece of tail as far as I can see."
"You don't see too good then. 'Cause this little piece of tail may make the difference between spending the rest of your life in prison, or pulling off this job successfully."
Luc intervened. "When is this big shot Bourassa gonna get here, Cal?"
Cal scratched his head. It had all been Jacques Bourassa's idea, and it was a good one. All four men had been on the fringes of radical groups in the sixties, but when the so-called new left had collapsed, they found that what they missed was not the politics but the excitement of being outlaws. Now it was hard to distinguish them from common criminals.
"Sit tight," he answered. He'll be here soon...and he should have Heather with him. He'll be real happy when he sees the chick we found to barter with the cops for our freedom after we pull off the assassination...But remember...you gotta handle him real good. These guys that play both sides of the game, you can't never trust. He wants to off the Prime Minister for his own reasons...and get his own man in power-but the chaos that will follow an assassination will play right into our hands as well. And meantime, he's paying us damned good bucks for this job. Shit-a cool quarter of a million.
"Sounds good to me," Louie said, running his tongue across his lips in greedy anticipation. "With dough like that, man, who needs a revolution."
Cal seemed placated, and Michelle continued to listen in wide-eyed horror as they continued to discuss the details of what was apparently a plot to assassinate the Prime Minister himself! My God. She was just to be some sort of a hostage in a plot whose implications were too enormous to even contemplate. The assassination of the Prime Minister of Canada. Good God!
Her dazed mind was beginning to focus more clearly now on what was going on around her, and she became more and more aware that this was heinously evil. Not only did the men intend to use her as an object on which to vent their lust, but she was to be used as a hostage for their escape after they murdered the Prime Minister of Canada!
"And what about the cunt over here?" Luc asked. "She could blow the whole thing if she gets loose."
"I'll take care of her," Cal said, a glint of self-satisfaction in his eye. "Like I said, she's a valuable piece of property, and she'll be treated as such. And like I say, she ain't gonna get loose."
"Man," said Luc, "We're right smack in the middle of Montreal, and if she gets out of this house we'll have the fucking Mounties down on us before you can say Duplessis."
"Look man, you're all gonna make very sure she don't go nowhere...dig? Now girl, why don't you go out to that there kitchen and make us all something to eat...and don't try nothin' funny...Luc...keep an eye on her."
Michelle was sitting back, resting her head on the back of the sofa. She tried to pull the ripped material of her sweater across the exposed pink nipples of her breasts, but this gesture seemed to bring more lewd stares from the men around her. The struggle in the van had left Michelle utterly shaken, and now she tried to cover her half-nakedness by pulling her legs tight around the long tear the men had made in her jeans and folding her arms across the lower part of her breasts and the whiteness of her bared stomach.
"I said we gotta get on with it," Cal said viciously, reaching down and grabbing Michelle by the arm. "I don't think you heard me right."
Michelle instinctively pulled away, feeling the hand increase its grip around the slightness of her wrist. Then Cal wrenched her up from the sofa, sending her head spinning in another surge of anguished fear and humiliation as he swung his arm in a wide arc and brought the palm of his hand down hard against her face.
Michelle stood and covered her tear-stained face with her hands. He was reasserting his manhood to cover the concern for her he had earlier shown.
"Look, we ain't just play' at this," Cal said, standing back for a moment. "What we want is real sweet and simple. You gonna play wifey to all of us now, dig? You clean up this joint and then you gonna make a nice little dinner for us?"
"S-sure," she finally said quietly. She understood too well, she thought to herself, glancing fearfully across the room at Cal who stood under the overhanging light shining harshly over his fierce-looking face. Michelle could see the whole picture now. She was merely a pawn in a much larger game...a hideous game...a game that could shake the country to its very foundations were they to succeed.
"Okay, get your ass in gear!"
Michelle felt a strong wave of humiliation rush through her as the men laughed heartily to see her so obedient. Luc was just behind her as she stepped into the kitchen. God, she had never in her life seen such a slovenly mess! In the sink and overflowing on the counters and on the old Formica table, were piles of filthy dishes, crawling with cockroaches and ants, crusted with food that gave off a powerful stench of rot and mold. She thought she would become sick when she breathed the foul odor of the room, but she didn't. It seemed as though her humiliation from the insults to her body and spirit had strengthened her somewhat. Perhaps she was already becoming accustomed to this animal world, she thought. It was possible that the law of this underground jungle had been affecting her in ways her own civilized mind could only instinctively understand.
She knew she would have to obey them and, goose bumps appearing on her skin, she reached into the sink and closed the stopper. Then she ran hot water and soap into the sink and, working with determination, she began her task. After awhile she felt what could almost be called pleasure as she saw the kitchen become slowly transformed to order. And it was with great relief that she set her mind to the task of preparing a meal for her four captors. She found a large can of beans in the cabinet and an old hunk of sausage in the refrigerator and she set about making a tasty casserole for the hungry men. As she worked, she tried hard to shake the memory of the dreadful incident from her mind of the assault she had suffered in the van, but she couldn't. Her body ached, and as she bent over the table to slice the sausage, she felt a surge of pain come from inside her thighs and pulse upward into her groin. Yes, the tenderness was still there, and she couldn't escape the fact that she had been ravished and her cherished virginity had been stolen from her forever. The assault Henri had subjected her to with his fingers had accomplished this, and now she hoped beyond hope that she could escape any further violation of her body from the group of desperate men.
"Hey baby, hurry that food up!" Cal's voice rang out from the next room, interrupting Michelle's thoughts.
"Aw, shut up, Cal...she's doing a real nice trip out here," Luc rose to her defense. But Michelle sensed that Luc's patience had more to do with the way he could stare at her breasts hanging out from the tear in her sweater. He could have her for his eyes alone back here in the kitchen...She began to work faster, and soon it was ready.
She served the food, and the four men began to eat. It was the first time she had really had an opportunity to see all of them clearly, as she had tried to avert her gaze from them while they had attacked her in the van. Then they had entered the old house, and she had been too filled with shame to look them in the face. Now she could see them clearly under the glare of the overhead light, and a sharp stab of fear cut like a knife through her stomach. There was a look of desperation about them somehow, a endless emptiness in each of their eyes. She wondered how these four men, two French and two English, had become so cut off from the fabric of society, that they wound up banded together with their common evil goal at this moment in time.
Luc was the nearest of the four men; he appeared to be no more than twenty-five, yet his blonde hair was thin, his hairline receding, and his acne-scarred face gave him a haunted look. His eyes were blue, but very pale, and a network of tiny fine wrinkles surrounded them. Louie, who had been driving the van, look older than the rest...close to forty. His long dark hair was stringy and his face was thin and hollow. He seemed, in many ways, the weakest of the four.
And then her glance fell upon Cal. If it weren't for the coldness of his dark brown eyes, she might almost have found him handsome. He had a full head of thick, curly black hair, and though he was not tall, he carried himself with an arrogant confidence, and was clearly the leader of the group. He had the kind of well-formed, sensitive features that reminded her of James Dean, and though he was lean he was also muscular in a wiry sort of way. She wondered if he were truly trying to protect her. It was impossible to tell. For despite his handsomeness, there was something about him that repulsed her. And he was colder and more aloof than the others, seeming to lack all feelings, making her think he could commit acts of violence without a second thought. Yet it was easy to picture him, too, as once having been an idealist, a true revolutionary, now completely disillusioned.
Henri, on the other hand, was very tall, about six-feet five inches, large boned and lean, with a shock of straight brown hair falling across his forehead. He appeared to Michelle to be not very bright, yet she could see that his brute strength made him feel he had to challenge Cal often for the leadership of the group. She could see, too, that he resented Cal not only for being the leader, a born leader of any group, but also for being English. If he had once been even on the fringes of the FLQ, surely he could feel the irony of this new, pseudo-FLQ being led by an English-Canadian.
"Hey, Luc!" Cal said. "Ain't there some 151 rum back there...go on, get us some...and the Black Label beer."
Luc returned with the powerful liquor in a moment, and the men began to pass the bottle around, using the beer as a chaser. Cal took along swig, then handed the bottle to Michelle, who avoided her head.
"Drink it, baby," he ordered, and she knew it was pointless to argue. She took a small sip. "Drink up, baby," Cal repeated, and the young girl slowly moved the bottle toward her lips again. It smelled strong, and she flinched involuntarily as she took a small sip and felt the hot liquid burn all the way down. This was the first time she had drank any liquor straight, and she felt momentarily sick as the rum began burning the walls of her stomach. She choked as Cal thrust his hand around her wrist and forced her to take another full gulp.
"Mmmmmmm," murmured Louie, "I can't wait, just can't wait to shove my goddamned prick up into that sweet little pussy . . . "
"Hold on, Louie," said Cal . . . "The broad is mine!"
"Hey, man," Henri piped up. "What the shit is goin' on. You already fucked her. Give someone else a chance."
Michelle listened in astonishment at the vile exchange of words, pulling instinctively closer to Cal as the argument continued. She knew that her fate would be sealed with the outcome of the discussion, and she hoped somehow that Cal would be able to keep the other three off her.
"Course, I don't mind if you all look-just don't touch...dig?"
Cal reached for Michelle's arm and pulled her violently toward the group of men. She could feel the palm of his hand tighten around her wrist, then she sensed his fingers loosen slowly, as though he was intending to show his power to the men, but did not want to hurt her. She let herself go weak under the strong pressure of the man's hand and found herself being pulled down toward the rug.
"Now just look," Cal said, grasping her chin firmly in one hand while he still held her wrist strongly within his other fist. "Ain't she a sweet cunt? A sweet little Frenchie pussy!"
Then, in one swift movement, Cal's hand reached down and ripped open the flimsy material of her sweater completely, throwing the tattered garment onto the floor. Michelle fell backward for a moment in surprise, suddenly feeling the nakedness of the upper part of her body and trying to cover the exposed pink fleshed nipples of her large full breasts.
"Now you take a look at that boys," she heard his voice hiss. "That's what I call a fine hostage, what d'ya think, Louie?"
"Sheeeeeeiiiiiitt, look at them goddamn titties," he exclaimed, lurching forward from his chair.
"Now hold on boys. You just keep your hands off them pretty knockers, cause I got somethin' better to show you."
Michelle pulled away again, rising and trying vainly to escape her final exposure to the lewdly staring criminals seated before her, then she felt Cal's hand reach under the tightly clasping waistband of her jeans, and she heard and sensed the thick denim rip and slide down over the voluptuous young curves of her hips. The jeans fell in a useless pile to the floor and now she was standing naked and completely defenseless before them. She felt the cool air rush around the dark pubic vee of her crotch, and she clenched her legs, futilely trying to hide herself from their obscene glances.
"Now, just walk around a bit...make like you're a imagine model at Simpson's...go on, honey, don't be shy."
Michelle shuddered and drew back from them, trying to bring herself to run to the door of the kitchen but somehow she was frozen in her tracks with a fear that increased as she watched the three men slowly rise. Michelle pulled close to Cal and looked up into his expressionless face for some reassurance, but it didn't come. The men were coming closer now and she found herself trembling as the lewdly fascinated group shambled forward, the obscene glare of their vision clamped vise-like on her nakedly shivering young body.
Cal had done nothing to ward the three men off. He just sat impassively in his chair while they began their lust-incited appraisal of each curve and soft dimple of her body, gaping with unadulterated admiration and animal-like lust at the luscious fullness of her breasts and the soft-downed blush of dark pubic hair curling between her long, well shaped legs.
"Chalice!" the profane word spilled from Luc's lips, almost in a groan.
"Tabernacle!" gasped Henri.
Henri stood only a few inches from her, his beady eyes glazed over with a film of lust and his tensed mouth working spasmodically. It was all he could do to keep from rushing the young girl again, and he seemed to straggle to avoid raising his arm to fondle her softness in his hand. Henri knew that this would be fatal, as Cal still had claim to her by virtue of his assumed leadership. Shit! Why had Bourassa put the anglais in charge. Why he could make hamburger of that little prick any day...and he would...at the right time.
"There ain't no reason to hold out on us like this, Cal," Louie said, rubbing the palms of his hands together, as his eyes followed the smooth contours of her body from the lush curve of her ripely up-thrust breasts to the smooth fleshy contours of her hips and thighs.
Cal stood up from his chair, exulting in his power to tantalize the other men with this young hostage who was his and his alone. His strength seemed to know no bounds, and his arrogant authority shone through his bright blue eyes that seemed to revel in the control he held over her and the others. Slowly the imprint of a contemptuous smile began to curl over his lips.
"Now, I know you guys need a little pussy," he said smirking viciously at the men. "And you can have all you want...I just want you to know where it's coming from...you gotta realize I'm giving you this chick out of the goodness of my heart...Luc...you first!"
Then suddenly Michelle understood. What had appeared to be almost kindness on Cal's part, almost concern for her, was nothing of the kind. He was just using her as an object lesson for the men, just teasing them with her then bestowing her upon them only in order to show them his power.
"Hey, baby, don't look so upset," Luc said, his harsh French Canadian English cutting through the tense silence in the room. "You're gonna like this...better than you ever liked anything before. Understand?" Then he picked up the half empty bottle of rum and handed it to her. "Drink!" he ordered.
A rush of fear scurried over the paleness of her skin, but it was gradually replaced by a lightheadedness induced by the hot searing rum. She tried to focus her mind on ways to escape from the next attack on her humiliated body from Luc, but no solution came, and Henri and Louie stood by watching, anxiously waiting for the moment they could act.
A shiver of terror ran through the young naked girl, and she raised the bottle to her lips again and drank as much of the rum in one swallow as she could get down. Tingling sensations began to sweep over her even as the liquor was still settling in her stomach, and she knew she was approaching a state of numbness that was deadening her senses somewhat. Suddenly, she felt a dizziness race through her head and sensed her legs wobbling beneath her, and she clung to the side of the sofa in order to support herself. If she could only get drunk enough to make herself completely repulsive to these men. If only she just was a bit less desirable than she appeared to be-a thousand ifs raced through her reeling brain, but she knew deep in her heart that there was nothing now that could save her from the horrible fate that awaited her. In a moment, Luc would be on her, venting all his brutality and lust just as Cal had done in the van only a few hours before. But the difference now was that she had time to understand what the vile purpose of this rapacious band of underground denizens was. Before, the wrench and squirm of bodies above and below her had been a mere flicker of images that seemed to have jumped out of an insane pornographic movie; but now, even in her numbed, half-intoxicated state, she was fully conscious of what they wanted to do to her.
She reached for the bottle of whiskey again, but before she had a chance to bring it to her lips, she felt Luc's strong hand grasp on her arm as he pulled it violently downward.
Michelle knew struggle was hopeless and she lowered her head in a gesture of complete resignation before him, then nodded slightly in dumb agreement, watching as he loosened his vise-like grip from her hand. Struggling now would be of absolutely no use, she knew, as they seemed to derive some sort of perverse joy in watching her attempt to resist their brutal advances. It would only make matters worse if she demonstrated any will to escape, but she would wait for that impossible moment and take immediate advantage of it, if it ever came.
Michelle's head bent in submission as she looked down at the fullness of her breasts that curved out smoothly from her warm body and noticed a small rivulet of perspiration trickling between the swelling white mounds. God! It was getting hot! And she found her breath coming in small desperate gasps, as though she were choking on the very thickness of the room's suffocating atmosphere.
Now her violation was about to begin, and all she could do was attempt to bear her humiliation and the indignities that would follow with as much strength and fortitude as was possible under the incredible circumstances.
"Come a little closer, baby," Luc snorted brutally. Michelle began to approach him, her legs trembling in fear.
"Atta girl...let's get a feel of that sweet little pussy of yours."
Luc's hand reached out and Michelle automatically jumped back.
"Stand still, bitch!" he snarled.
The vicious immediacy of his voice stilled her trembling as though she had been wrapped in a hypnotic daze by the harsh sound of his command. Her face flushed at the indignity of being pawed as she stood nakedly there unable to move with his strong callused fingers coursing around the secret parts of her exposed genitals. She could hear the snickers of Henri and Louie around her begin to build into pants of lusty anticipation as they watched Luc continue the tormenting movement of his fingers and hands taking indecent liberties with her ripe young body, and she began to groan softly in shame and humiliation as she felt the tip of his outstretched middle finger circle down the moist base of her pubic mound and push itself into the fleshy-layered lips surrounding her vagina. Her innermost parts still contained a warm moistness which had lingered from Cal's sperm when he had ravished her in the van some hours ago, and she could tell Luc was becoming more and more excited as his hot breath grazed against the smoothness of her nakedly trembling belly in lusty anticipation of what he would do next.
"You know, boys, I think she's getting a little hot already," Luc murmured as he continued massaging his finger up and down the smooth slippery length of the narrow hair-lined slit. "Man, this is going to be nice, real nice. I'm gonna push this here cock up her little cunt till it comes outta the sweet little bitch's mouth. And ya know what, I think she's gonna like the taste of it!"
Michelle felt her head begin to spin until she thought she would lose consciousness completely. But fate was not so kind to her, and her vision refocused again as the blood rose to her head. Luc moved his extended finger deeper into the moistly clasping folds of her cunt. Louie and Henri began to move closer to her groaning figure, and she noticed that their expressions were changing from amused fun to slow smoldering desire.
How foolish she had been to entertain the illusion that Cal would somehow protect her. He was sitting on a chair now with a look of amused indifference on his face. It had all been a power play for him...he knew he could not keep them from venting their lust on her-his only interest had been to insure that he remained in control. Then she saw him rise and leave the room, walking up the staircase to the second floor where Michelle imagined the bedrooms were.
Luc was obviously used to being second in command, and said nothing as Cal made his exit. Then he let his glance fall back to Michelle, still nakedly standing by his chair. He rose slowly, and in a sudden movement that took her completely by surprise, grabbed her by the wrist and jerked her back to the chair until she was forced to sit on the arm and part her legs out to the sides to maintain her balance. Louie and Henri, as if by signal, jumped up from where they were sitting and moved closer to the chair so they could see the terrified girl's delicately spread young pussy lips.
Henri's eyes flickered with cruel, undisguised delight as they bored into the softly wet slit so open to his view, gleaming pinkly in the harsh light.
"Cash, man, you just got to let me fuck her. It's only fair!" Henri hissed in a low demanding voice.
"Once we get the bitch hot enough, she'll beg us all for it," Luc chuckled, all his rapt attention focused on the soft, hair-lined folds of her vagina just inches away from him. "Make yourself comfortable, bitch. Let yourself go."
"No, no," Michelle muttered with downcast eyes, struggling to get up from the chair.
"You'll do what I say and when I say it, hear!" he shouted threateningly and reached out, yanking her roughly by the wrist back to her original position on the arm of his chair. Luc's eyes danced with lewd amusement at the image of Michelle's ripely firm breasts quivering in the air from their struggle. He reached up with an almost overwhelming feeling of lewd power to the lusciously rounded mounds, tweaking teasingly at the pink-aureoled tips in a harsh mocking movement.
Michelle whimpered helplessly with shame and humiliation as Luc's hand continued to pull on her nakedly exposed breasts. Then he wet his finger with his own saliva and raced it around the coral nipple until the helpless little bud stiffened. She couldn't believe it! This repulsive band of criminals had just assumed that they could force her to enjoy their lewd prodding and poking at her defenseless body. Well, they would see soon enough that she had more than enough will power and determination to resist the likes of them.
"Let your legs go, I said," he commanded harshly.
"No, no, please," Michelle whimpered in rebellion.
"All right, you stuck-up bitch. I'm fed up!" Luc grunted in anger and frustration at the stubbornness of the girl. "Get on down here in my lap. Now!"
He lurched forward and yanked her down into his lap so hard that the chair smacked against the wall. Michelle's back dropped against his chest, her nude ass cheeks squirming down his thighs and her legs falling apart to their limits. Across the room, Henri and Louie gasped at the sudden full view of her widespread crotch, the tiny bud of her pinkly quivering clitoris straining up like a glistening chili bean. Michelle struggled desperately and found herself sliding down Luc's up-thrust legs to an even more obscene position with her legs wrenched painfully behind her on the floors. She felt him drag her roughly by her shoulders back into his lap almost with relief.
"It looks like I'm going to have to stop playing with you," Michelle heard Luc's voice grunt sharply. Without warning, he dug his thumbs painfully into her shoulder blades. She groaned and her shoulders curled backwards, her white curvaceous front nakedly arching out like a bow away from him. Her breasts swung loose and quivering below him, and her arms flung out from her sides in tensed anguish, her fingers stiffened at the ends of them.
"How do you like this?" Luc muttered, wrenching her shoulders back with his thumbs, causing her head to jerk back against the top of his shoulders and her long, silken hair to cascade down his back.
"Please, please let me go," she groaned against the excruciating pain in her arched back. It felt as though his cruelly probing fingers were going to split through her back until they came out the front.
"Do you want me to break your back?" he demanded, sinking his nails deeper in her flesh and giving a harder tug.
"No, noooooo," Michelle sobbed under the excruciating pain.
Michelle's shoulders suddenly slung forward when the viciously digging fingers released her, her contorted anguished face falling to her heaving chest. She crumpled into the man's lap, hiding her face in her hands and sobbing, looking for all the world like a little girl that had just been punished by an angry parent.
Luc traced his fingers over the deep white ridges his deeply boring thumbs had left in her back, and then began massaging his palms coarsely over her back as though to reward her for her momentary obedience. A self-satisfied grin played over his face, and his hot eyes gleamed evilly. He chuckled cruelly as he watched her cringe under his questing fingers that stroked up the small bumps of her spine and curved, palms open, over her wide creamy shoulders, bringing involuntary goose bumps over the smooth flesh. Louie and Henri-like animals moving in to be close at the kill-came closer, their mouths hanging open in undisguised lust at the image of the naked young body quivering defenselessly under Luc's touch.
"You like this, don't you? And you want some more, don't you?" he demanded threateningly.
"Please, n-no, no...Please just get it over with," Michelle sobbed, the humiliating words coming out in a frightened rush.
She had steeled herself to accept their final ravishment of her alcohol numbed body, but had not expected that they would tease and mock her like this beforehand.
"Answer me, you bitch! Don't you?" he dug his hands into her shoulder blades and violently wrenched them back.
"No, no, no...y-yes, oh yes," she moaned as he increased the intensity of his pressure.
"That's more like it, sweetheart. Keep that up, and we'll get on just fine."
Luc settled his hands on the narrow curve of Michelle's waist, feeling the fleshy swell of her full, womanly hips under his fingers. He grabbed the soft white warmth of her buttocks and pinched hard, laughing in cruel delight as she involuntarily ground down against his penis, already stiffened with sadistic pleasure. His hands splayed down to the taut softness of her smoothly naked stomach, once again catching her by surprise, and kneaded the flesh roughly, tracing one finger over the fine little hairs that ran in a barely visible feather strip from her navel to her pubic triangle. Michelle's nakedly slender, hourglass body stiffened on his knee like a lovely statue.
"Now you're goin' to tell old Luc here just how much you're enjoyin' it. I want you to talk real loud and clear so the boys can hear you," he pinched at her maliciously.
For the first time, Michelle realized with a grim certainty just how much more difficult the evening was going to be for her than she'd imagined in her most anguished moments of foreboding. He meant to exercise his brutal control over her tortured mind and body, forcing his vile thoughts onto her consciousness, and making her say abominably lewd things to further humiliate and degrade herself.
"No...I don't enjoy it. I hate it," Michelle half-mumbled, half-shouted up at him, tears of helpless indignation streaming from her eyes.
"What's that you say? What's that you say, baby?" Luc tormented back at her, pinching her softly tender flesh until the ache spread throughout her entire belly.
"No, no, I hate it," Michelle moaned, realizing even as she spoke that her defiance was completely useless. This mad torturing was meant only to increase their lewd pleasure before they moved in for the final brutal ravishment of her nakedly defenseless young body.
"You meant to say you liked it, didn't you, baby? What I thought I heard was just a little mistake. Wasn't it?" Luc said evilly and ground his hand down her belly until his finger rubbed torturously on the. nub of her sensitive little clitoris. Michelle screamed and kicked, but she couldn't overcome the strength of the two other men who had moved closer to the chair and now suddenly grabbed arms and legs. Luc's outstretched finger lashed again and again over her sensitive flesh, sending jolts of near-pain throughout her futilely writhing body.
"Noooooo," the naked young female cried, her shrill scream never berating through the room, as his finger lashed over her again and again in a seeming eternity of hurt and repugnant sensation that she thought would never end. What she might have done or said to appease them was beyond her immediate comprehension. She would never understand what had made them so cruel or why they so obviously enjoyed torturing her, a helpless young girl they had never seen before. There must be some reason for men to turn so brutal, she thought, but soon the pain forced her beyond thought and understanding. There was only the finger and the feeling of her body jerking and straining under the vicious fondling Luc was subjecting on her helpless breasts and vagina.
"Now, tell Luc what you want him to do!" he begged.
"Stop! Stop. Please stop!"
"But after I stop, what is it you want Luc to do to you then?"
"I don't know. I don't know," she wailed desperately.
He laughed through the humiliation that seemed to be without end. "Beg Luc to fuck you."
Michelle clenched her teeth slightly and moaned while the man's furious attack continued hard and unrelenting on the straining inner folds of her sensitive cuntal lips. She prayed that she might collapse into total unconsciousness, but she didn't. That grating hurt went on and on. Still, she didn't speak. Nothing could bring her to utter those lewd words that would mean her final subjugation to him. The shame and anguish she already felt under his horrible torture would be increased to unbearable limits by the final act of degradation.
"Noooooo," she moaned as he increased the brutal stroking.
"Beg Luc to fuck you, baby," he insisted, chuckling savagely at her utter helplessness.
"Oh, stop. Please stop. No. Pleeeaasse! I beg you," she whimpered and groaned through clenched teeth under the increased fury of his cruel assault.
"Beg, bitch! Beg me to fuck you," he chided gleefully, sensing the break in her resolve to deny him the obscene words he wanted to hear.
"Oh, no, I can't. I just can't," Michelle sobbed until her poor victimized body jerked and went limp, dangling uselessly between the two men who held her arms and legs as though she were spread out on a medieval torture rack. It was just too much for flesh and blood to bear. Luc removed his hand from between her legs for a moment and listened to the low mumblings that poured from her mouth as she fell against his chest, panting and sobbing. And he grinned lewdly as the pitiful words bubbled out.
"Oh, fuck me...fuck me...I don't care...fuck me...just don't do that anymore...please...fuck me."
"Whoooooopeeeeee," Luc broke out in a loud fit of lewd laughter as he heard the faintly whispering girl's final admission of surrender to him. It had been long forthcoming and for awhile he had felt a growing sense of genuine hate towards her as his anger and frustration grew. But now all that was replaced by his mounting lust at hearing the subjugated young brunette beg him to fuck her.
Luc motioned to Henri and Louie away from the chair with a flick of his hands, then he stood up suddenly, and in an abrupt movement, shoved Michelle's weeping form face down on the rug. Then, quietly, he began to circle around her form, examining the feast that awaited him. There was no longer any reason to hold her. Michelle sprawled face down on the filthy rug in a pose of total defeat and surrender, waiting submissively for whatever he would do next.
"You gonna fuck her now?" Louie said with an anxious edge to his voice. "Cause if you ain't, I'd sure like a little of it for myself."
"No, I just been talking about it all night long, 'cause I like to hear the sound of my own voice," Luc retorted cockily.
"Go ahead, do it then, will ya for Christ's sake! I'm tired of waiting," Henri muttered and paced around the room impatiently.
"Well, if she wants me to fuck her," Luc smiled proudly and rubbed his hands together, "I guess I'll just have to fuck her. I mean, you heard her ask for it!"
"Dammit, I still think I have a right to her too," Henri swore, his eyes flashing angrily. "All you gotta do is let me at least touch her."
"You can warm her up while I get these pants off," Luc said with a cocky tone to his voice. He had never liked Henri much, and this opportunity to lord it over him increased his mounting pleasure in the situation even more. Let the bastard suffer, he thought as he stepped out of his pants and hurriedly clamped his bony fists into the firmly resilient flesh of Michelle's trembling buttocks. His eyes gleamed evilly through a shock of greasy hair that had fallen over his forehead as he dug his fingernails into the warm creamy skin and pulled it up into white bloodless bunches.
Michelle's long brown hair spilled in softly glistening rivulets over the dirty rug, and her ripe young buttocks lifted upwards in shock at Henri's touch. Low pleading mumblings came from her half-open mouth and added to the lust-inciting picture her nakedly helpless form already presented to the sex-starved criminals.
"That's enough," Luc cut in as he noticed Henri's hands separating the two rounded ass cheeks and one long finger groping steadily toward the puckered little ring of Michelle's virginal anus. "I'm going to fuck her now."
One of Michelle's hands dangled lifelessly at her sides and her cheek lay pressed tightly against the filthy rug. The back of her other hand was clamped fiercely between her clenched teeth to still the racking pain and humiliation that throbbed through her body. She lay defeated on the floor, no longer able to move and no longer caring about it. All thoughts of rebellion had been crushed from her helpless body by the cruelly probing hand that had so brutally scraped over her unprepared young genitals only moments before. She wanted to turn and glare at them, screaming defiance at them, but she no longer had the strength to even lift her head. Her resistance had been replaced by a fearsome accepting dread of the inevitable rape she knew would come in the next few moments.
Let them just get it over with as soon as possible, she prayed desperately to herself. Let them use her and spill their lewd sperm into her belly, until one by one they collapsed over her as exhausted and weakened as she herself.
"Roll her over," she heard Luc's voice moving closer to her. She let herself go limp, knowing it would be foolish to resist them any longer, as Henri and Louie lifted her trembling body and dropped her hard onto her back on the rug.
"Open up your eyes," Luc shouted at her angrily, pushing the two gaping men back to the edge of the rug and moving close to Michelle's nakedly splayed form. "I want you to see everything!"
Michelle opened her eyes and her heart wedged tightly to her throat as she found herself staring straight up at Luc's massively throbbing penis. It had stiffened and jutted now like a tormenting pole over her tortured form.
"Like it?" he hissed threateningly, glaring down at her and thrusting his hardened shaft slightly forward into mid-air so that it quivered menacingly over her face. It was at least eight inches long and was underlined with thick blue veins that coursed up to the red bulbous head.
"Do ya like it?" he muttered again, grasping a bunch of her dark hair and tugging it viciously. "Tell me how it feels-Goddammit!"
"Y-yes," Michelle moaned, feeling the skin drawn tightly back over her temples.
"Like what?" he said and lifted her aching head up by the straining hair. "Spell it out loud and clear for my friends here."
. "I like it. I like it," Michelle groaned rapidly reaching up desperately and trying to pull his hands off of her.
"You can do better than that, bitch!" he grunted and chuckled. "What is it that you like...no, you love so much?" he spat.
"I love...your...penis. I love...your penis. I love your penis," Michelle's voice wailed loudly until all the men broke into lewd laughter.
"And what do you want me to do with it?" he laughed so hard that the eagerly throbbing cock waved furiously in the air.
"I want you to fuck me," she screamed, her words seeming to reverberate through the entire house.
"Jesus, Luc, you better keep her quiet," Louie said nervously, glancing toward the staircase to the bedrooms where Cal had disappeared.
Luc released her hair and Michelle slumped into a mass of helplessly quivering flesh on the rug. She sobbed and rolled over on her stomach, every inch of her body throbbing with pain from the tips of her toes to her scalp. Henri and Louie paced anxiously back and forth like caged animals just before feeding time, studying her now totally submissive form with increasing desire and impatience.
"Let's get on with it." Louie pleaded.
"Yeah," Henri said angrily to Luc. "You want to take all night, just 'cause you think you're the boss now. By the time you get done there'll be nothin' for anyone else."
But Luc seemed to ignore them. He paused a moment, his long hard cock quivering over her back, as though trying to decide which luscious entrance he wanted to prod into first, but then he swung suddenly over her rounded buttocks and kicked her knees apart with a rough pressure that scraped the tender insides of her thighs.
"Hold her 'til I get it in," he commanded imperiously to the other men who he thought had been trying to order him around, to rush him when he finally had this ripe young cunt spread pliantly underneath him. Dammit! He was second to Cal, and she was his to fuck first...and he meant to take the whole night to do it if he wanted to. But he looked down at Michelle's pose of total acceptance and submission and his voice stilled. Her eyes were closed and she panted softly, causing his massively erect cock to ache as it had never ached before in his life. Suddenly, he fell onto her back, his face pressed into the soft clean odor of her hair that shimmered with copper highlights under the overhanging lamp.
Michelle stiffened as his hands fell onto her nakedly slumped shoulders and stroked down her arms to the rounded softness of the curve of her buttocks, coming to rest once again on her firm full thighs. His palms opened across the trembling white flesh at the tops of them and then, suddenly, he shoved. Michelle squealed and squirmed with all her might, but it was hopeless. She let out a long low moan of pain, and her whole body frantically jerked in terror as she felt his hotly throbbing cock make contact with the tender backside of her thigh, trailing a sticky path of lubricant over her legs as it slithered its way up to her buttocks. Luc pulled back the heavy foreskin and laid his rigidly thick shaft in the long crevice between her smooth white buttocks, her terrified squirming and pleading increasing his mounting lust to the utmost.
"Get up on your knees," his hoarse voice burned through her hair.
Michelle disobeyed silently, grinding her belly down into the rug and tightly clenching her ass cheeks together. His huge hot cock, wedged between the pliant mounds, jerked and she heard the man gasp in delight, but she knew that when she was up on her knees he would have total access to her.
A hand jerked at her long brown hair, as though it meant to rip the tresses from her already searing scalp, and another pair of hands reached for her foot and bent it backwards from the tiny ankle. Michelle tried to scream, but found she could not. She tried to breathe, but once again found it was impossible and her whole body went immediately limp under the stifling hand that Luc had forced over her mouth. The hand released her and Michelle sagged onto the rug, gasping desperately for the air racing into her tortured lungs with welcome relief. She gulped frantically as though she expected never to breathe again, hardly conscious of the brutal hands that raised her onto her knees and uplifted her nakedly quivering buttocks. By the time she had recovered her breath, she found herself with her face shoved into the rug, her thighs spread wide-apart behind her, and her full firm buttocks waving salaciously in the air. She tried to fling her legs out behind her to flatten herself out again, but angry hands kept her feet in place, while Luc forced her face brutally deep into the rug.
The young girl ceased her struggles and went completely limp, sobbing in frustration and fear...It was all useless, she knew, since she would have to submit to them in the end anyway. Her further struggles would only provide more opportunities for these vile beasts to torture and humiliate her body, for it was a helpless toy that they would use as they wanted in their animalistic search for satisfaction...a satisfaction that would only cease when they had pumped their lewd liquid desire into her tormented and defenseless body which was past all caring and resistance.
Luc leaned down and cupped Michelle's softly resilient buttocks in his grasping hands, his hungry eyes flickering with inflamed desire as they coursed over her smoothly upraised form, and his head reeling with the growing, almost uncontrollable excitement. His balls tingled and his cock ached with the impulse to thrust his hotly throbbing hardness into her tender young flesh at this very moment. He didn't think he could stand to wait another second before he spewed into her all the lewdly heated passion that had been building in his body throughout the long night. But he did!
He drew back and sat patiently for a moment on the backs of her warmly fleshed calves, feeling his desire-swollen balls tingling as they nestled softly between them. He had worked all night to get her into this position of pliant submission, but there was one thing more he wanted, and he would wait for it as long as he needed to-even if the waiting drove him crazy. He wanted her to need and desire him as much as he needed her, to forget who she was and how it had happened to her, to forget everything except her own uncontrollable need for him to thrust his long, warmly throbbing cock into her tight little cunt. He knew he would never be totally satiated until he felt her flinging her passion-wracked form back against his own lust-driven body, losing all control of herself. The thought raced through his loins like an electric shock.
Dammit! That moistly puckering pussy was going to climb up his thick pulsing cock with every nerve and sinew of her cunt contracting and sucking, pleading for his white hot cum to spurt into her.
For a few more torturing minutes he guided his impatiently jerking cock up and down the valley of her buttocks, not letting it lose contact with her tender flesh until it was poised between the smoothly moistured pink flanges of her vagina. It was all he could do to keep from shoving forward now and impaling this helpless little bitch on his aching hardness, but his desire to have her begging and pleading for it helped him to hold back. Instead, he bent forward and rubbed his fingers over her back, drawing his hands down to her warm young buttocks and gently kneading and cupping the nakedly white flesh, delighting in her groaning that ceased momentarily in surprise.
He drew back further on her legs, his head reeling with the cleverness of his approach, and let his erectly throbbing hardness trail slowly back down her sleek inner thighs. She seemed to cease breathing for a moment in tortured suspense and then trembled hopefully at his gentleness when he leaned forward and planted a warm wet kiss along the standing ridges of her spine. She stiffened again when his tongue etched a searing path down the tightly clenched crevice of her ass, but Henri and Louie held her so tightly that for the moment her futile protest didn't matter.
Luc reached forward and gently clasped the pliant flesh of her full round buttocks, slowly and gradually pulling the warmly quivering cheeks apart. He knew that the success of his obscene plan to completely bend her virginal will to his depraved desires rested on his ability to avoid any abrupt gestures that would startle or alarm her. Now was the time for patience and gentleness. He felt her relax slightly beneath him, becoming more confident that he would not suddenly hurt her again, and he knew that he had caught her off guard.
Physical torture had forced Michelle to mechanically submit her naked young body, and she had steeled herself for more brutality. But this sudden softness of touch coursing over her helpless exposed buttocks...well, she was just not prepared.
Luc slowly sunk his two thumbs into the sweating crevice between her trembling ass cheeks, feeling her trust and confidence build as he continued his insidiously gentle approach. His face was just scant inches away from her quivering pubic mound, and he drew the inserted thumbs slowly down the warm crevice toward her vagina, feeling the taut muscles of her thighs and buttocks gradually relaxing. The soft insides of her trembling thighs parted in an invisibly slow motion, but he could still feel it-it was like the sweet opening of a flower. And there in the center only inches from his close-up view was the tender, softly pink bud of her clitoris. His cruel fondling moments before had automatically started her warm vaginal juices flowing despite the pain, and now a faintly perfumed moisture covered the entire glistening area. He swallowed hard as the image raced through his stiffening loins.
He leaned closer and blew softly into her wetly trembling young cunt, gulping again at the shivers and goose bumps that raced over the smooth flesh of her thighs. A long low moan escaped from between the captive girl's clenched teeth and she attempted to shift away from him; but he instinctively knew that her mumbled protest was not the result of his new pleasing caresses, not fear or an attempt to escape. Anyway, the pressure of the other two gaping men holding onto her shoulders and feet kept her firmly in place.
Michelle felt a soft tingling race in uncontrollable waves over every inch of her nakedly quivering flesh. Luc's former brutality seemed to have made her even more susceptible to his gentleness for his lips and hot breath were like a downy feather flicking over the soft flesh of her helpless buttocks.
She whimpered and relaxed her straining muscles in relief, her voluptuous young body exhausted from fighting against the torture. A thankful gasp of grateful warm air rushed from her lips at the surprising change of circumstances.
But now something all together different was happening to her...something that replaced the cruel fingering of her sensitive young genitals that had occurred only moments before. It was soft and gentle, as his breath had been blowing against her tingling loins, except that this was now also wet...warm and wet, moving in small electric circles down her spine to her waiting buttocks. She quivered as it slowly traced a maddeningly moist path down the sweating crevice of her ass, and she groaned as it stopped momentarily to do a wet probing homage to her tightly puckered little anus.
Michelle shivered as the wetly flicking tongue increased its pressure, circling over the soft white moons of her defensively upraised buttocks where Luc's ovaled lips sucked, drawing the softly warm flesh deep into the hot cavern of his mouth. The gentle pressure flowed like a sweet nothing balm over her tortured mind, and the kneeling girl sank into the twilight world of half-consciousness. God! Where was she? What was happening to her? What were these tiny fires so unexpectedly lighting in her growing nipples and causing a throbbing on the nerve ends of her rapidly moistening vagina?
"Oooohhh," she moaned, helplessly caught up in the light feathery flutters of sensation that were beginning to dance over her. She could feel dewdrops of moisture rising up there between her open legs and the wetly quivering tongue like a thousand maddening fingers, played over her defenseless nakedness. It wouldn't stop! She tried with all her desperate strength to move forward, but those strong hands held her firmly to the floor. Who was it? Serge? Or was she a child again and was it her father holding her down for her mother to punish when she'd been bad? It no longer mattered! Time and circumstance fused into one incomprehensible moment of total helplessness and there was only the relief from pain that seemed to have occurred eons and eons ago receding further into the distance until she could barely remember it.
Without resistance, she allowed the strange hands to draw her thighs further apart, trusting now in these magic hands to lead her to more of the flicking pleasure that had begun to course over her sensuously rotating buttocks. A coal-rush of air raced between the full spreading white globes and tiny goose bumps sprang out over the whiteness of her sensitive young flesh.
Behind her, Luc sensed the change in her mood and grinned obscenely, his bulging eyes devouring the sight of her unconsciously writhing buttocks. He moved even closer to her, crouching beast-like on all fours over the kneeling girl's body and pulling the unresisting milk-white cheeks of her ass even farther apart. The bitch was coming along just fine! His mouth watered as his eyes took in the hair-covered "vee" of her crotch, open and unprotected before him, that now was his for the taking.
Then his head lowered slowly and he pressed His face forward until his hungrily slavering mouth hovered, his tongue poised, just over the glistening moistness of her pink vaginal slit. She flinched and pulled back but he settled his thumbs firmly in the flesh of her parted thighs, steadying her for the entry he would make in just one moment. He sighed in eagerness and then, with a rush, his tongue flicked lizard-like into the wetly quivering cuntal opening.
"Aaaaaaagghhhhhh!" he heard her gasp loudly as his thumbs slowly spread the fleshy, hair-lined lips of the warm moist furrow farther apart, allowing his lips and tongue complete access to her succulent little pussy. At first she had tried to jerk away, but now her elbows were pressed tightly against her ribs and her head lolled uncontrollably from side to side, her long dark hair grinding into the filthy rug as the hotly searing tongue shot out and circled the erect little clitoris. The tongue continued its maddening licking against the sensitive pink bud of her sex, and she groaned repeatedly from deep in her throat at the delicious things being done to her defenseless genitals. Luc, grinning knowingly now, spread the hair-lined folds of perfumed pussy flesh further apart and raced his tongue down the wetly trembling inner lips, causing the aroused young captive's hips to grind uncontrollably above the rug, while soft animal sounds escaped from between her passion-clenched teeth.
"Goddamn!" Louie grunted, watching Michelle begin wantonly bucking and squirming in delight Luc's flicking tongue that raced in wild circles over the gleaming nub of her clitoris.
There was obviously no longer any need to restrain the girl for Michelle was grinding her nakedly rounded buttocks back against Luc's face, so Henri ungripped his hands from around her ankles and slid one open palm over his bulging pants against his own hotly throbbing cock. A tiny bit of lubricant had seeped out, forming a small wet circle on the straining material, and he rubbed harder and harder, as his other hand raced over the silken skin of Michelle's delicately curved calves.
Luc lowered his head and returned his lewd gaze to the elastic rimmed opening of her moistly clasping pussy, pressing his mouth directly over the tight little hole and tasting again the juices of her cunt. The girl was really ready now, and he could see her puckered vaginal lips dilate slightly, a sight that caused his cock to jerk into greater hardness. As his lips rounded and covered the clasping viscous mound, he thrust his tongue deep down into it, bringing a low guttural groan from the girl whose warm thighs closed convulsively around either side of his moving head. He could feel the softly curling pubic hair brush tantalizingly against his cheeks as her wet inner flesh slipped moistly around his long extended tongue. The hot walls of her invaded young pussy began opening and closing in a sucking motion, attempting to pull it deeper and deeper into it.
"Oooooooh, ooooooh," she intoned, her shamelessly aroused body now completely out of control and her resistance lost in the fire of the moment. He felt as though the nibbling hair-lined cuntal mouth would pull his tongue out by its roots, devouring it alive. His nose was smacked tightly against her wildly puckering anus, and he breathed in the pungent odor of the lust juice that flowed in abundance from her vaginal cleft, feeling it incite his cock to a pounding hardness that he wouldn't be able to control much longer.
Now she was his, Luc gloated, watching the pained contortions of her muscles turn into ripples of pure pleasure as the smooth curve of her buttocks clenched, her thighs jerking apart to their limits in an attempt to allow his tongue greater access to her pussy. He could feel her sparse pubic hairs grazing like silk against the tip of his nose, and the sides of his face, while she ground her warmly fleshed ass cheeks up and down, up and down, in a slow hypnotic rhythm of lust against his face.
She was almost ready to cum!
He could feel it, he could sense the little bitch's sudden submissive surrender and knew that it was time to ram his cock deep into her hot little cunt and shoot his churning cum so far up into her belly that it would come out of her tits and ears. Goddammit, she wasn't too good and pure anymore...she was just like any other eager little bitch screaming to be fucked by any cock she could get her hands on. And he had made her that way, this was all of his doing! Her wet young cunt was flowering wider and wider, dilating and sucking desperately for something to fill her. Well, when he got his cock up in there she'd be filled like a dinde farci-a stuffed turkey until his hot liquid cum poured like hot molten lava out of her every opening.
Luc simply couldn't stand it any longer. He seized her wildly trembling legs behind the knees and shoved them roughly up against her already matted pubic hair as he planted his hands on either side of her shoulders, her ankles locked tightly next to his calves.
"Holy shit! He's gonna fuck her now!" Louie gasped, drawing closer to the obscene spectacle.
"Yeah, just look at the little bitch go!" Henri breathed, his own madly throbbing penis now sticking out of his pants and held tightly in his clasping and unclasping hand.
Luc kneeled behind her, and drew the thick foreskin back from his heavy rod of flesh to expose the red, lust-swollen head. Slowly he moved it down through the slightly parted lips of her pinkly glistening cunt, slithering it up and down her length and feeling her thick vaginal lubricant wetting it. He let the blunt head settle for a moment, resting its throbbing tip on the erect little bud of her clitoris. Then she jerked forward as though to encourage him to sink into her hungry, warmly moistened channel as quickly as possible. The kneeling young girl began wantonly squirming, and he could feel each muscle and tendon of her body tense up as though begging him to go ahead and fuck her as he settled the large blood-filled cock head directly over the tight elastic opening of her cunt.
Luc ceased his movements for a moment to watch the tiny wet pussy lips contract and throb around the blunted tip of his semen-bloated cock. Then he shifted his gaze up to the whiteness and gleaming purity of the large-breasted torso that was locked beneath him, flicking his eyes smokily from the dark auburn hair that spilled from her bent neck over her wide, creamy shoulders onto the filthy rug. She was breathing deeply and her smooth young flesh glossed over with sweat that trickled down her smooth back past her narrow girlish waist into the crevice between her supple young buttocks. Next to his own straining hair-covered legs, her sleek white thighs curved into small delicately shaped calves that flowed down to well-formed ankles. He imagined the way they looked on the floor, with her quivering lust-driven body splayed out obscenely beneath his larger form, and the thought ached with maddening intensity through his eagerly throbbing cock and sperm-swollen testicles. Then he pictured what they would look like when he had thrust his long thick shaft in-all the way in-and he felt a surge of savage passion burst through his loins that told him he'd better get his impatient hardness inside her tight little cunt as soon as possible.
The kneeUng brute placed his palms on the softness of her firm upraised buttocks and gently kneaded the pliant flesh with his fingers and hands. He drew the quivering cheeks closely together and then slowly apart to expose the view of his long throbbing hardness below them poised salaciously at the entry to her moistly quivering vagina. His eyes widened in lewd fascination, and for a moment he was tempted to press the full white mounds of upraised flesh together and slide his cock into the tiny ring of her tightly puckered anus. But he didn't. The moist softness of her hair-lined pussy was just too tempting; he had to have it, he had to fuck her now or he would uselessly explode his cum in another instant against her wantonly writhing ass cheeks and thighs.
He moved his legs tightly against her splayed out thighs and gently moved forward, his heart pounding insanely in his chest as he felt the soft brown pubic hair part and rasp gently against the head of his massively throbbing cock. The small elastic ring of her almost virginal cunt tightened around the huge, blood-engorged penis, wetly pulsating and nibbling as though it were trying desperately to suck his massive hardness into her. The fleshy outer flanges of her pussy slipped and closed gently over the blunted head of his pulsing, sperm-filled cock. He groaned.
He had never felt anything as soft and tender in his life; he gasped and writhed for a moment, pausing to enjoy this delicious instant that he was sure would remain in her tortured memory for years to come. Jesus, he couldn't hold off much longer, he had to fuck his lust-filled cudget all the way into her before it was too late! But as if to prolong the delicious agony of waiting an instant longer, he held the tip of his wildly throbbing cock just inside the warmly moistened pussy lips for a moment longer enjoying the torture of holding himself back when he knew he still had the best part of her steaming wet cunt awaiting him. He had to take her now!
He thrust forward, feeling the small elastic rim give inward as he slipped through the tightly clasping outer walls of her contracting vagina that were just as wet and firmly gripping as he had expected. A groan escaped his lips when he sank deeper, deeper through the warm enclosing wetness until the whole of her tightly clasping young channel was filled to the brim with his rock-hard cock. He pushed forward with all his weight to sink his erectly throbbing hardness as far into her hotly quivering pussy as he could go, forcing her grasping cuntal walls aside with his rampaging onslaught and slithering through the smooth giving flesh. Her inner sinews dilated and convulsed in a palpitating shock as he probed his long, pile-driving instrument deeper and deeper yet, and suddenly he felt his cockhead strike hard against her cervix, signaling that he was completely in. At the thick base of his rigid fleshy staff, his hard muscular loins crushed violently into her. upturned buttocks, sweeping them wider and wider apart.
"Oh, oh, noooooo!" Michelle moaned beneath him, as he withdrew slowly and then wormed forward again into her before withdrawing still another time to thrust into her wetly heated femaledom with even greater forcefulness. The impaled young girl strained and squirmed against the vicious attack that had taken her so completely by surprise. Throughout the long slavering of his tongue over her battered genitals, she had lain dormant, slipping into an almost unconscious state of semi-awareness. She had noticed only the racing pleasure that seemed to grip every fiber of her tensely quivering loins, but now all that had changed. Every part of her body grew startlingly alive! The brutal fondling of her genitals had been soothed by the warm licking pleasure, and that now was swept away by a resumption of sudden pain, in her hideously stretched vagina, bringing her swiftly back to stark reality.
"Oh, God, what a pussy," she heard Luc's loud voice grunt from behind her. "Jesus, this cunt's the tightest I've ever been in."
Michelle squealed in pained indignation underneath him at the sound of his coarse gasping voice. She screamed for him to get off her, knowing all the while that it was useless and that he would continue his wanton probing into her defenselessly widespread vagina.
Tears of anger and frustration at the helplessness of her position streamed from her terror-stricken eyes once again. She was hopelessly trapped by the two vicious men who had pinioned her arms and legs firmly to the floor-and trapped them by her own earlier perverted response of delight to the lewd flicking of his tongue only a few moments before. Now Luc's violent intrusion into her gentle moistly clasping passage surged inexorably forward, and she could feel the huge battering instrument growing and expanding in her relatively inexperienced womb until it felt like it would split her apart.
"Christ!" Luc gagged, his lips bared back over his teeth. "I'm finally all the way in. Feels like a fucking nutcracker in there."
Michelle squirmed and clenched the powerful muscles of her buttocks tightly together in an effort to squeeze the thick turgid length of his hotly pulsating cock out, but it was useless. The gentle contracting of the firmly clasping walls of her vagina around his huge tree-trunk of an instrument only incited him more; she could feel his hardness jerking and pulsing against the smooth walls, stretching and twisting the virginal channel with lewd cruelty. She groaned piteously beneath him, and he flexed the huge rod into her damp sucking passage again and again before resuming his slow, maddening strokes in and out. The others, excited to a fever pitch by the picture of her abject helplessness, increased the indignity by pulling her legs further apart and mashing her face into the rug until her muffled protests turned to desperate gasps for breath. All the while the huge impaling sword inside her swelled and grew, swelled and grew, until her writhing young pussy felt filled beyond all imaginable limits.
Sobbing, the pain-wracked young girl finally ceased her struggle, and it was only then that the hands released her. She felt them clawing and grasping now at her defenselessly naked flesh, roaming in random patterns over every inch of her obscenely displayed body. She could hear the grossly evil Louie grunt as he leaned closer over her and wedged his two fists between her heaving chest and the floor. Saliva trickled from his half-open panting mouth as he clasping his palms in uncontrollable excitement around the softness of her large, ripely firm breasts. He fell to his knees at the edge of the rug, and she shuddered as he drew her breasts obscenely out to the sides, pinching and squeezing the tiny bud-like nipples between his thumbs and forefingers until they sprung to a hard, berry-like erectness that made them more sensitive than ever.
Alongside her, Henri's cruel bony fingers swept across her backside, his long jagged nails tearing down her spine and over the pitifully cringing flesh of her buttocks until suddenly, without warning, he wormed one outstretched finger down the spread crevice between her ass-cheeks and poked against the tight rubbery ring of her puckered little anus. He shoved into the spongy clasping confines and Michelle groaned loudly in pain, her arms and legs stiffening and flailing out in the air.
"I'm going to finger-fuck her asshole," she heard his panting, lust-deepened voice exclaim through the daze of the three-way-rape.
Luc's huge throbbing cock rammed with greater force into her tightly clasping vagina and seemed to be tearing and stretching the passage beyond all possible repair, while Henri's finger thrusting deep into the tight rubberiness of her virginal young rectum increased her torment and anguish to unbearable proportions. She discovered the pain lessened somewhat if she decreased her movements, so she lay under them as motionless as possible with only the anguished fluttering of her tormented inner muscles breaking her defeated stillness. She tightly clenched her teeth as Henri ground and twisted his outstretched middle finger deeper, circling and expanding her anal passage with lewd manipulations. Then another finger joined the first, and Michelle broke into soft piteous sobbing, feeling as though the passage would burst from the painful gorging outward pressure.
Luc pushed his hairy groin closer to the back of her firmly fleshed thighs, and began lunging into her with long smooth strokes. He curled his hands around her small waist and splayed them over her tautly rippling abdomen, demandingly guiding her hips into a strong rotating movement as he thrust in and out of her vaginal opening which enclosed his long hard shaft like a well-fitting glove.
"Noooooo, pleeeeeease," Michelle choked as the movement increased the searing pressure against the finger buried in her anus.
"Move it, bitch!" Luc lifted one hand and slapped his open palm across her soft buttocks with a loud smack of flesh that resounded through the room. He sensed that he had lost her passionate compliance when he had stopped eating her pussy, and the knowledge filled him with an uncontrollable anger and fury. He hadn't slavered over her all night to fuck into a limp piece of meat, his mind raged, and he raised his arm and swung his open hand down hard on her hips again until her naked young body jerked in startled pain and almost slid out from underneath him.
Michelle didn't have to be told again. She immediately swung into his rhythm and, finding it didn't hurt as much as she had expected, ground and twisted her upraised buttocks as hard as she could back against his thrusting pelvis. She heard his grunts of satisfaction and sighed with relief. All that mattered now was that they didn't hurt her anymore. Anyway, it might help to get the ordeal over with.
"Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, bitch!" Luc snarled through lust-contorted lips, feeling her respond to him, the warm wet walls of her tight little cunt sucking and clasping tightly as they slithered over his blood-engorged member.
Michelle felt as though she were being devoured alive by a giant octopus whose clinging tentacles raced over her full free-swinging breasts and her widely splayed pumping buttocks, kneading and stroking her every inch of quivering flesh. Deep into her belly, Luc's long thick cock filled her cunt to the bursting point. With each plunge it seemed to grow ever more monstrous and enormous. His forward thrusts threw her breasts deeper into Louie's kneading hands, and when he pulled her back to him, her anus burned with Henri's fiery finger prodding into her rectum.
Luc's fingers kneaded and pulled at the soft flesh of her full firm ass cheeks, then with one swift passion-driven movement, he yanked out Henri's deeply sunk fingers and thrust his own into her defenselessly cringing rectum.
"Aaaaaaargh," she screamed from the new consuming pain. Her entire lower region was freed for Luc now and while he 'continued to plunge his thick, wetly glistening cock into her moist tightness, he let his other hand and fingers course over the backs of her sleek young thighs and buttocks with growing uncontrollable frenzy.
She could feel him thrust more sadistically now, the sight of her fucking body obviously inciting him to greater and greater effort. Her breath came in great spasmodic gasps and mewled out in long painful groans that were no longer muffled by the mattress. Now her face was turned sideways on the mattress so that Luc could clearly see the effect he was having on her. Her eyes bulged open in a look of abject subjugation, and her lips sputtered incoherent pleadings under the humiliation and shame of her incessant pummeling from behind her.
Suddenly she sensed a form thrusting forward from in front of her. Fingers touched and pulled at her lips, pressuring them slowly open, then she felt a moistness and a strange spongy hardness prodding against her half-open mouth. She opened her eyes and shuddered in horror at the sight of the big pulsating penis that was stabbing into her face. God! It looked at least seven or eight inches long, and it was just about to skewer right into her mouth! She tried to avert her face from the lust-inflamed head, and as she did she saw Louie leering sadistically down at her, a lewd grin of triumph on his lips.
His legs were splayed out on either side of her shoulders as he lifted her head with the flat palm of one hand and with the other pushed her red, wetly parted lips tighter against his blood-engorged cock. She groaned and wrenched her body in terror, but this only sent the cruel man into a frenzied sawing motion, and he moved the wildly pulsating cockhead in a slow teasing motion against her tightly pursed lips. Again and again she struggled to get loose, but this only provoked him to greater fury, and he fastened his hands on a stronger grip around her grimacing mouth. As he increased the pressure, it felt as though her lips were being pushed back through the sharpness of her own teeth. Then from the rear she felt one brutal thrust from the thighs; the momentum wedged her mouth even closer to the tip of Louie's heatedly jerking flesh that was gradually parting her lips bit by bit. She gasped. The hard, sperm-inflated cock slid with only small resistance through her softly moist lips into the wet warm chamber of her young mouth. She could feel the thick turgid head pushing her quivering tongue to one side, and filling her cheeks with its hot fleshy hardness.
Louie began a slow sawing motion, moving his long hard penis down the entire wet length of her tongue, and then pulling it slowly out part-way, the fleshy intrusion causing her cheeks to push out as his cock seemed to expand to its farthest limits. His hands inched up her face, until they held her a complete and utter captive, his thumbs tensed against the sides of her neck. She struggled mentally, the very helplessness of her position sending pinpricks of agonizing sensation down her back. But it was useless. Louie quickened his thrusts while Luc fucked into her with all his brutal strength, as though he were trying to meet the head of Louie's cock midway within her belly.
A rhythm was building up between the thrust and counterthrust of the two heatedly throbbing penises burrowing inside her, and Michelle could feel Louie gradually adjust his pace to the skewering repetition of Luc's hotly pulsating rod inside her gradually accepting cunt; the man's hard fleshy shaft never quite pulled out, but always left a slight part of the tip behind her lips in the hot moist shelter of her mouth.
Michelle closed her eyes, trying to shield herself from the obscene vision of Louie's thick, blue-veined penis through her widespread lips. Her shame and humiliation knew no bounds. She felt numb to the world as though she were some kind of empty void whose only purpose was to capture the hotly spewing sperm from the two rampaging cocks thrusting into her from both sides of her tortured young body.
"Suck it, Goddamn it! Suck it!" she heard Louie's harsh voice command as if from a great distance...and she instantly obeyed his order. Her hysterical thoughts were stopped short as he rammed the heatedly pulsating rod of flesh in, crushing through her moist, elastic lips into the warm saliva of her mouth. Then, as though another darker side of her being had suddenly been unleashed, she began to feel the return of other sensations-sensations that triumphed over the pain and shame. She found herself tasting the hot male fleshiness of Louie's cock. Without volition, her tongue swirled around the lust-swollen head and she found herself pretending it was her boyfriend Serge that she was doing this to of her own free will. She tried not to think about this being Louie's and then, masochistically, she opened her eyes so she could see his thrusting loins and the soft, hairy sac of his testicles bouncing against her chin.
Behind her Luc could sense himself building towards climax. He knew it would come soon, and so he began to fuck faster into her, harder and faster, battering mercilessly against the quivering cheeks of her ass with his driving hips. He grasped hard at the warmly-fleshed curve of her waist, kneading the soft resiliency with spasmodic contractions of his fingers and hands. His mouth wrenched and his lips bared back, and he began emitting long gurgling groans from deep within his throat. The sight of Louie's long white cock snaking into the girl's moistly clasping young mouth drove him on to more rapid locomotive-like thrusts that sent his huge member tunneling through the moist pink flanges of her cunt and up into the hollow dampness of her virginal womb. He could see the length of his semen-inflated shaft slide almost completely out of her and then slip effortlessly back in, accompanied by the slap of the hard flesh of his abdomen against the cheeks of her beautiful little ass.
Suddenly he felt what seemed to be a rise of several degrees of temperature of her vaginal heat, accompanied by an almost imperceptible twitch of her previously passive cuntal walls.
"Damn,...damn . . . " he groaned, then grinned. It was about time the little bitch was getting with it. Christ, for a moment there he thought she was going to remain Miss Frigid Bitch in spite of her obvious earlier enjoyment when he had gone down on her. Even as he was thinking about it, her deeper vaginal muscles suddenly-almost as if they were bashful or she didn't know how to use them-began to massage the long sensitive length of his cock; he could feel the abrupt tugging on the huge swollen head of his penis, as if she were trying to pull him in a bit further. At the same time, he noticed a difference in Louie whose eyes had suddenly closed in rapture. The kneeling girl had raised one hand and cupped the other man's heavily sagging scrotum; she weighed the sac of balls as though evaluating them, then began slowly and lovingly massaging them. Louie's loud groan of pleasure was contrasted by her low mewl of wanton delight.
Without warning, Michelle's wildly milking cuntal walls took control from him. She began a rhythmic pulsation that rubbed and squeezed the entire length of his wetly glistening shaft and made him feel as though his cock was being held in a tightly grasping velvet glove that flexed and relaxed with maddening intensity.
"Oh Christ!" he shouted, and then his voice was oddly gentle as he said, "Come on, baby. Cum...cum...with me. You can. Cum on...cum on...cum on . . . "
As he plunged his rapidly ballooning cock into her from behind, he could feel the sac of his sperm-laden balls tighten and slap against the smooth crevice between her legs, sending lewd surges of pleasure up his hot distended shaft. He worked demon-like over her, his eyes coursing up her nakedly arched body until they came to rest on her tightly compressed lips ovaled around the long thick penis of the man in front. Damn, the hot little bitch was sucking Louie's cock as though she couldn't get enough of it, bobbing her head back and forth, back and forth, while soft mewls of pleasure erupted obscenely from her throat.
Michelle worked in a daze trying to please both men-no longer afraid of them-only wanting the buildup of pleasure in her own heated loins to continue. She wetly clasped her lips in an elastic ring around the jerking instrument and eagerly swirled her tongue around the throbbing head. Now there were only three things that existed in this world of torture, total humiliation and wild sensation; the two powerfully pulsating cocks ramming into her, and her own electrifying discovery that deep within her womb, Luc's heated shaft of lust was bringing a new and totally different sensation-a sensation that promised fulfillment for the first time in her life.
With a wanton eagerness that surprised all three men, she began trying with all her might to bring the two hotly pulsating rods to a final raging climax that would once and for all quench their insatiable desires...and her own. Louie groaned and twisted above her, raining obscenities down at the top of her bobbing brunette head and watching with crude pleasure the wetly ovaled lips straining at his saliva-gleaming cock as though it were a stick of peppermint candy being fed to a starving child. God!
Louie was pushing his cock into her tightly stretched mouth as though he were a madman, and suddenly the young girl felt a new pressure assault her breasts. Henri, unable to hold himself back any longer, began kneading and cupping his hands against her dancing white orbs that hung beneath her lewdly writhing torso. Almost tentatively at first, and then with a vicious pressure, he clasped the tenderly erect nipples so tightly that periodically her mind was jerked from the ceaseless rape of her other tender parts.
Michelle's lips puckered and drew more voraciously at the gigantic rubbery instrument thrust between her lips. She licked and sucked like a madwoman at the wildly throbbing head embedded in her mouth; her tongue was covered with a silky saliva that intermingled with the small emission of warm pre-ejaculate that seeped from the end of Louie's cock into the warm moist depths of her throat. She could feel his hips begin an undulating movement as he raised his wildly thrusting buttocks towards her face and, instinctively knowing what he wanted-what was about to happen-she found herself bobbing her head down to meet his smooth thrusts, clasping and unclasping her wet young lips over the hotly swollen head until she had sucked it deep inside the warm wet cavern of her mouth. The old man's thick fingers moved sensually up and tangled with her hair, slipping her mouth up and down over the rubbery intrusion as though it were another wet little cunt into which he was venting the full wrath of his incredible lust. His cock was growing, its size seemed to increase with each swipe of her tongue against the sensitive underside, and for some reason this seemed to incite her to suck harder. The young brunette groaned in abandon as the hard length wormed forward, its tip striking softly at her tonsils as though it were trying to plunge into her stomach and meet the other ravishing instrument that was snaking into her gratefully receiving vagina from behind.
There was utterly nothing now, nothing but the desire to please these two pleasure giving men any way she could...and bring that vaguely promised fulfillment to her own love-starved loins. Although she hated herself and her traitorous body, her previous inhibitions and morality could not over-ride the intense emotional and physical storm that was devastating her young body. One part of her exulted-that part in command of her nerves and muscles. The other part consisted of the shrill and silent screams of outrage and protest coming from her mind at what she was doing and permitting to be done to her. Her mind told her that she had never been so completely soiled and humiliated in her whole life. And above all her own recriminations, she wanted to shriek in ecstasy, "Fuck me...fuck me!" for her volatile cunt had suddenly ignited, and she could feel every wonderful thrust of Luc's hot marauding cock stroking blissfully in and pulling thrillingly out of her wetly clasping femaledom.
She sucked to please...she fucked to please...and she hoped they would continue their wild battering of her body forever.
In front of her, Louie jerked suddenly as though stuck by a pin, and writhed his hips up tight into her face, sinking the full length of his wildly jerking cock deep down into her gasping throat. She tried to breathe but she was smothered by the press of his stomach against her face, and suddenly her tortured gasping was cut short by the eruption of his madly throbbing penis inside her warm sucking mouth. Strange incoherent sounds rolled from his sputtering lips while at the same time his long thick cock spewed forth its hot whiteness, exploding like a roman candle, and she sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed, hungrily, now, her voraciously milking lips clasping and unclasping in response to each spurt of the burst open cudgel. She wantonly drank the thickly heated essence of his manhood for what seemed to be an eternity.
The naked young brunette could feel every part of her abandonedly writhing body more alive and more sensitive than it had ever been before in her life. She smelled his maledom, swallowed his maledom...was aware of his hot cum sliding like warm custard down the back of her gulping throat to sink into her belly...and once in her belly, she felt its warmth rippling outward in ever larger waves until they met and mingled with the waves of pure sensation surging up with greater intensity from her wildly twitching vagina.
Now nothing was gentle anymore, nor did she want it to be. There was a frightening maelstrom of erotic sensation churning in the pit of her belly; it was swirling, swirling...like an incipient cyclone. She felt its awesome growth, welcomed it...pleased silently with it to sweep over her.
And then Luc, fucking furiously into her kneeling young body, crooned with surprising gentleness again. "Cum on...cum on...let go, baby...and cum. Let's cum together...cum together...now...now...NOW!...OH...Ahhh?? ? ? ? ?GOD!"
Michelle felt him begin his last pile-driving movements from behind her. These were new and terribly urgent thrusts that she had no way of comprehending, neither with body nor mind, and they came in blasting, ass-crushing bursts that shoved his iron-hard cock as far as it could go deep up inside the farthest recesses of her trembling belly.
"Aaaagghhh, God! I'm cummmmmmiiinnngggggg," he yelled, and then his bared-back animal-like lips sputtered out lewd oaths in French and vile incantations as his geyser of heated sperm spurted hotly into the spasmodically sucking walls of her flaming vagina! passage and inundated, waiting void of her womb.
And with the first hot spewing of his cum into her vagina, Michelle felt the storm sweep over her own body and she was jerking and convulsing, biting down so hard on Louie's flaccid cock still in her mouth that he screamed in pain-a cry of protest that was drowned out by her shrill cry of exaltation. "I'm...I'm CUMMMMMMIIIN-NNNNNGGG TOOOOOO!: AAAHHH...AH...AIIIEEEEEE!"
The rapture of the moment caught her naked young body and stroked it with the fiery arrows of pure sensation, and she rejoiced in her fulfillment, her moment of ecstasy. Instinctively, even as it was happening, she knew that never again would she have an orgasm quite like this one that had been compounded of shame and pain and brutality and fear...and a certain gentleness. It was rape, of course...and yet some small quiet voice passed down through the millenniums of female told her that this was really what it was all about. This was the subduing, the subjugation...the capture and defeat, the sacking of a city or a nation to get at its women. Swords of steel in the bellies of their men, the swords of rigid flesh into the bellies of the females. That was it...that was history.
Wave after wave of ecstatic rapture washed shudderingly over her body, and she was barely conscious of Luc's slowly deflating penis inside her still wildly quivering womb. And then, when the last tidal wave, the last powerful gust had racked her body, she began weeping quietly...not knowing the exact reason-not sure whether it was because she had been physically hurt and mentally shamed...or whether in lament for the passing of her orgasm, the death of that beautiful moment which would never again return.
Now there was no movement, nothing except the loud rush of breathing from the three sprawled out figures on the floor and the beat of her own heart whose pounding seemed to crash into her throat. Michelle lolled her head to the side and caught a last image of Henri standing above her masturbating in the chair, his lips convulsing insanely as he too approached climax. Then, Henri's evilly leering face was approaching her, a vicious grin working his lips as he held his long hard cock in his hand, ready for entry into her.
CHAPTER FOUR
When she awoke it was daylight outside. The three male bodies were soundly asleep on the living room floor, and there was no sound from upstairs where Cal was still sleeping.
Stealthily, she stood up. She gathered her clothes from the floor. They were sleeping soundly. No one stirred. She was going to be able to escape!
Quickly she put on her torn jeans and her tattered sweater. How could she go out onto the streets of Montreal in this bizarre half nudity. How totally humiliating that would be. But she had to. She would find a policeman, she would explain...She had to do it!
All of her instincts screamed at her to run down the hall and bolt for the door, but some rational voice in her mind made her tread lightly down the long dark passageway. In spite of her precautions the old linoleum flooring creaked so loudly that she was sure the men couldn't help but be awakened; in her mind's eyes she could see them stirring, could almost hear them shouting warnings at each other. But they were still.
And the corridor was pitch-black. "Dear God," she prayed silently, "Please don't let the door be locked!"
Her hand brushed across the carved wood of the inside of the door and groped for the doorknob. She turned it and the door swung easily open. Sunlight flooded the hallway for a moment, before she stepped outside and closed the door quietly behind her. It must have been very early indeed. The streets were empty. Not a soul was in sight.
She began to run down St. Hubert Street towards St. Catherin street. She had run a block and a half when she heard it!
The sound of running footsteps behind her!
But she continued to run in panicked desperation, running faster than she ever had in her life. If only she could find a policeman...or somebody, anybody . . .
And then she saw them turn the corner from St. Catherine Street. A couple...a well dressed couple...a middle aged man and a statuesque blonde woman.
They were looking at her as if she were insane, and she realized with horror the image she must have created in their respectable minds. But she didn't care...she didn't care...maybe Luc, chasing her from behind would be frightened by them. There were no pedestrians on St. Catherine Street, but there were cars...witnesses!
She halted in front of the couple...she began to talk, quickly, crazily, she hoped she was making sense.
"Help me," she gasped, looking back at Luc who was close behind . . . "I've been raped...they're going to assassinate the Prime Minister!"
She turned her head again. Luc had stopped dead in his tracks, a look of horror on his face.
She continued talking to the couple . . . "He's one of them...he's one of them . . . "
She looked up pleadingly into the man's face. Something was wrong, something was very wrong. Instead of a look of sympathetic understanding on his face, there was a cruel smile. She turned to look back at Luc. He was walking towards them now, slowly. It was crazy! What was going on?
Then she heard the man speak. He was addressing Luc by name!
"You were careless and stupid to let her get away," he was saying.
"I-I-we . . . " he muttered . . . "It...it won't happen again Mr. Bourassa."
