Barbara Barns managed to get along quite well as a receptionist, falling in love one day, changing her mind by the afternoon. Her best friend Alice Cummings was a lot more serious and was about to settle down with a good citizen type, a guy named Allen.
When two men came to their door posed as policemen, they were duty bound to admit them. When they left with the men to visit the local precinct, the ride turned into more than either of the girls, or Alice's boyfriend had ever expected.
What followed was an amazing display of devious torture and hungry sex carried out by the two imposters and their henchmen. Somewhere outside the city, they had made plans and built a special place to hold their hostages while he waited for the bank at which Alice worked to open.
The robbers took their pleasure from their captives and then took them over again. "Feeling a hand on her exposed privates once more, Barbara opened her eyes and gave a start. She had kept her eyes closed most of the time she had been raped so horribly by the prick of Pete's and except for casting a brief glance in the direction of the table upon which her friend now reposed, she'd ignored everything going on around her except for the throbbing of her violated cunt. It still hurt like hell."
The robbery was due on Monday morning, the weekend was the time to screw the combination out of these tight pussies and ass-holes, and systematically, the bandits plied their evil course, sparing neither mouth nor anus in the pursuit of their loot.
CHAPTER ONE
Alice Cummings delicately balanced the larger shopping bag between her hip and the door, while at the same time fishing for her door key. The elusive piece of metal continued to elude her, and she was on the verge of putting the package down, when the elevator door at the end of the hall opened and her roommate emerged. Greeting Alice with a wide smile she said, "Hi! Sorry I'm late but the boss wanted me to type a rush letter just at quitting time. I see you stopped by the market." This last was said just as she opened the door with her key, and then stood aside while Alice carried the package in.
"Yes," answered Alice, "and I picked up some of the things you said you needed."
They proceeded to the kitchen where both helped to quickly put away all the foodstuffs, then together they went to the bedroom they jointly shared and put away their things. Alice and Barbara Barns had been rooming together for over two years, and although the two girls were as different as day and night, got on together surprisingly well. Alice, a rather tall and slender girl, with a head of soft brown hair and fine features, contrasted sharply with the bright blonde of Barbara's well kept hair. Also, Barbara's figure was shorter but much more well developed, her breasts large and outthrust, and her legs were of the drumstick effect, which all men seemed to find extremely sexy and attractive. Alice's legs tended to be long and angular, and she was aware that in general men found Barbara more physically attractive than herself, but she didn't mind because in addition to being her roommate, Barbara was also her very best friend.
The two young girls differed in many other ways too. Barbara, the stereotype of the scatter-brained, beautiful, but dumb blonde, had a warm, open, childish, personality and seemed to be constantly bubbling over with girlish enthusiasm. Alice on the other hand, was the reserved, cool, and aloof type, who wore her reputation of being absolutely dependable like a badge of honor. This divergent nature was more clearly reflected in the nature of their jobs; Alice a long time bank employee who had risen quickly to a position of trusted importance, compared to Barbara's position of a receptionist, a job she held mostly based on her appearance.
However their friendship had long since been firmly cemented, and both girls were genuinely fond of each other. Alice couldn't help but be amused by Barbara's constantly falling in and out of love with a large number of men. It wasn't unusual for her to leave the apartment with one date, only to rush home later bubbling over with excitement at having fallen deeply in love with still another beau. Her sexual experiences on the other hand were rather limited, and she seldom went all the way with the men she dated; and then usually only if the fellow succeeded in getting her drunk.
Alice on the other hand went steady with Allen; a man she'd planned to marry, and had never gone to bed with. Although they dated only each other, and frequently went to his apartment, where there was usually some very heavy petting, Alice was always practical enough not to let him actually get her into bed. She sensed, and correctly so, that if she were to do this she would lose the respect and admiration that he felt for her. Allen had had had his share of girls she was sure, but when it came to marriage he wanted a good girl for a wife, not some tramp.
Barbara had just finished fixing them both drinks when the doorbell sounded. Both girls glanced at each other questioningly, and then Alice went to the door. When she opened it she was confronted by two men, both large and rather sinister looking. The one in front had a rather nasty looking scar on the side of his face. Both wore business suits. "Yes?" she questioned. "Are you Miss Alice Cummings?" the one in front asked. His voice was as hars and gravelly as his features.
"Yes I'm Miss Cummings," answered Alice. "May I help you?"
"I'm Detective Peters and this is my partner, Officer Collins," the man with the scar said, simultaneously flipping open a card case and displaying a badge and identification card. "May we step in for a moment? It's about the bank.
"Why of course. Come right in officer," she said, her voice betraying her obvious relief that the men were law officers.
The two men stepped in, and after declining Alice's offer of coffee or a drink, were soon seated on the large divan in the living room. Coming right to the point the man identified as Peters said, "I'm terribly sorry we had to disturb you on a Friday evening like this Miss
Cummings but we have information from a reliable informant that a gang might try to break into the bank this weekend. As you are aware, they are keeping a rather unusually large sum of money on hand, in anticipation of the large payroll Monday."
Alice's face showed real concern at the man's disclosure. During the entire time she'd been working at the bank there had never been a hold up or burglary. Although she'd always been conscious of the possibility of such a thing happening, she'd never really believed that it would. Now that she was actually facing the possibility, her mind raced trying to digest it. The vault was controlled by a very special locking device that required two people to open it; herself and Bob Thompson the head cashier. Each had one-half the combination, and Mr. Greer, the bank's president was the only person who had it all. Thinking of Mr. Greer she quickly asked if he'd been notified. Assured that he had, and told further that that was the reason they were there, Peters went on. "You see Miss Cummings, Mr. Greer told us that yourself and the head cashier were the only two besides himself who could open the vault. What we would like for you to do is come to headquarters with us-Mr. Thompson will be there also-and try to recognize some of this gang from the mug book. Our informant told us they have been casing the place all week, and it's quite possible you just might recognize one of them. Knowing who they are will make our job much easier." This said, he sat back and waited.
Why of course she would help, she assured them. Then remembering that Allen was supposed to pick her up that night, suggested that she call him and postpone it. They asked when he was expected, and when told he would come by at nine, they assured her that she would be back long before then, and it wouldn't be necessary to bother him after all. Satisfied, she excused herself to get her coat.
Barbara, who had been sitting silently by, but nonetheless taking in everything that was said, suddenly exploded. "Wow!" she exclaimed, "this is the most exciting thing I've ever heard of. Just think, a gang of real bank robbers. Will Alice get her name in the papers? Huh? Will she?" This was said with such girlish enthusiasm, that the shorter of the two men who had remained silent until now laughed. Then he said, "No, I don't think so. The less said about this the better." Then almost casually he went on, "If you'd like to come along with your friend you're welcome."
Alice, just returning with her coat, heard the last remark, and thought to herself, why not? Barbara, being such a child about such things, would probably get a big kick out of it. She looked fondly at her roommate, now pleading with her to let her go along. "All right," Alice relented, "But you have to promise to be good. I'm sure these gentlemen have enough to do without your getting in the way."
Promising that she'd be so quiet no one would even know she was around, Barbara literally ran into the other room to get her coat. She was back before anyone had had a chance to say anything, bubbling over with excitement. "Golly," she breathed, "I just can't believe it. A real bank robbery. Golly!" she repeated.
Leaving the apartment quickly, the small group was soon on the street. A plain black Ford was at the curb, the stereotype of the average unmarked police car. Peters held open the back door, and after the girls were settled got into the front seat alongside Collins. Collins pulled away from the curb, and turning at the next corner, he smoothly guided the car onto one of the many expressways that now crisscrossed the city. Barbara in the meantime kept up a running chatter, and in spite of herself and the seriousness of the situation, Alice couldn't help smiling at her friend's excitement.
They had been driving for about five minutes, when Alice noticed that they seemed to be going away from the city, not into it. She started to comment on it then decided against it. However, when they came to a cloverleaf, and the man turned onto a turnpike that definitely led away from the city she couldn't remain quiet. Asking why the driver had taken this particular route, she was met by complete silence. Thinking perhaps they hadn't heard her she again repeated her question. This time the man did turn around, an ugly revolver in his hand. Waving it menacingly, he told the girls to be quiet, and just sit back and relax. He had turned in the seat, and continued to watch them. Appalled at this sudden and unexpected turn of events, both girls sat back, dumbstruck.
Quickly it dawned on Alice that these men were indeed not policemen, but instead the bank robbers themselves. Seeing the look of almost terror on Barbara's face, she patted her hand, trying to comfort her. But she herself wasn't calm at all. She had no illusions about what these men were after. They wanted the combination to the vault, or at least her half of it. Silently she made a firm resolve to herself not to give it to them, no matter what they did.
Soon the city lay far behind them, and with darkness fast falling, many of the cars had already turned on their lights. Suddenly the car pulled off the road and stopped. The men in the front spoke for the first time since Peters had pulled the gun. "We'd better tie them up just in case Pete," said the driver, and got out on his side. When he opened the door, Barbara shrank back against Alice. Grabbing her by the arm he snarled. "Now look sister, don't give us no crap. Behave yourself and you won't get hurt." With that he produced a pair of handcuffs and quickly had her arms pinned behind her. Peters at the same time handed him another pair and Alice soon found herself-likewise imprisoned. As the man backed out of the car, he noticed Barbara, whose large breasts had been provocatively thrust forward by her uncomfortable position. Brazenly he reached out and cupped one of the mounds in his hand, giving it a squeeze.
"Not bad," he said slowly, continuing to massage the prize. Then unbuttoning two buttons on her blouse he reached his hand inside. Barbara, shocked at this brutal treatment had begun to sob. The man only increased his efforts on her juicy orbs, and in fact had placed his free hand on her leg, starting up the inside of her thigh. Alice was relieved when Peters ordered him to stop, then leering at Alice went on to say that there would be plenty of time for that later.
With a shrug of his shoulders the man obeyed, although he didn't bother fixing Barbara's clothing, so that she sat there partially exposed a fact not lost on Peters, who continued to look at her. As the car started up again, he reached back and began massaging Alice's unprotected breasts. She pushed herself back into the seat as far as possible, and her feeble efforts elicited a vulgar snicker. Warming to his task, he roughly shoved his hand between her legs, and so fast had the movement been that he succeeded in reaching her cunt before her legs closed. His fingers rubbed and explored their new discovery almost at will, her cunt being protected now only by her sheer panties. Reaching back with his other hand, he grabbed the nipple of her breast and squeezed. Alice let out a cry of pain. "Open up, baby, or I'll pinch it off!" Peters growled and unable to bear the pain, Alice obeyed. As her legs parted, the man's exploration of her pussy increased and she felt his hand going under the elastic band of her panties, then search for the opening of her cunt.
He quickly found it. Alice was horrified as she felt this brute's huge fingers being shoved into her previously unviolated pussy. As the fingers sank deeper into her, she was forced to spread her legs still further in an effort to avoid the pain. Suddenly the man stopped and then exclaiming to his partner in amazement said, "Well, I'll be damned Charlie, this babe's a cherry." The man in the driver's seat quickly turned around and looked at Alice. His gaze rested on her still obscenely spread legs, her skirt having been pushed almost all the way up, her cunt almost entirely exposed. A deep flush spread over Alice, her embarrassment too keen to bear. She had never been treated this way in her entire life. She had expected these beasts to perhaps beat her in an effort to get her to talk; but her wildest imaginations wouldn't have included being sexually abused. And now she sat here with this animal's fingers thrust up into her virgin cunt, the pussy she'd been saving for Allen, and unable to do anything to prevent him from working his will on her.
Returning his gaze to the road the man called Charlie said: "No kidding? Check the other one, Pete. See if she's a cherry too." Releasing Alice, Peters raised himself up on his knees and leaned far over. Taking advantage of her temporary reprieve, Alice quickly closed her legs, although she still remained exposed. Talking now to Barbara, Peters said in a harsh voice, "Okay, baby. It's your turn. Open up."
Although aware that she wouldn't be able to prevent him from forcing her, Barbara tightly held her knees together looking at him with fright filled eyes. As with Alice, he reached out and grabbed her breast by the nipple, and began to slowly squeeze it, a cruel smile playing on his mouth. As the pressure increased a low moan escaped from Barbara and slowly her legs began to part. Still Peters continued to pinch her already tortured nipple, and further and further her legs spread apart; until one was almost lying across Alice. The pain becoming too much for her, Barbara let out a cry and then pleaded with the man, begging him to stop; since she had after all done as he wanted.
"That's just a little reminder that from now on when I tell you to do somethin' you better do it. Understand?" he spat out as he released her now throbbing breast. Barbara could only nod, a huge sigh coming from her as the pain stopped.
She looked down and was shocked when she realized how grotesquely she had positioned herself for this beast's inspection under the stimulus of the pain. Tempted momentarily to close herself, at least slightly, she resisted the impulse; remembering the terrible pain he had already inflicted upon her. Peters in the meantime was simply leering at her lewd display of her now unprotected cunt. Unprotected that is except for her equally flimsy panties. Easily, he pushed her crotch and completely lay bare her delicate cunt lips, which in spite of her revulsion at what was happening had swollen slightly. Barbara, unlike Alice, wasn't a virgin. She had been as surprised as Peters at the disclosure that Alice had been. She didn't know why. Although that was something that they had simply never talked about. Aware of the situation they were in, she couldn't help being a little glad that she was not. She had no doubt about what their ultimate fate at the hands of these savages would be. Remembering the pain of her own deflowerment, which was done carefully and with love, she couldn't help feeling a wave of compassion for her friend, whose deflowerment at the hands of these bestial brutes would certainly be anything but tender.
But her thoughts quickly turned to concern for herself as she felt Peters begin his fingering inspection of her cunt. As his fingers sank deeper into her, her legs were forced still further apart. The shame she felt at being treated in such a way, especially in front of Alice, had caused a deep blush to spread completely over her. Unable to do anything about it however, she meekly continued to submit to Peters' sensuous inspection his fingers now deeply within her.
Shoving his fingers roughly into her, causing her to grunt, he quickly withdrew his hand and turned to his partner. "Naw", he said, "that one ain't no cherry. But she's got a nice tight one. Ain't been fucked too much that's for sure." Thinking of his plans for her he added, "But we sure as hell going to fix that ain't we Charlie?" With that both men burst into laughter, then turning back to Alice, Peters continued, "How about it baby? You ready to feel some nice, hot, hard cock rammed into that pretty little pussy of yours? You don't know what you been missing, baby." Turning back to Charlie, Peters again gave a dirty laugh.
With Peters' attentions diverted from her, Barbara closed her widely spread legs. With alarm she listened while Peters and Charlie discussed the idea of stopping somewhere on the road and raping them. Charlie wanted to, but Peters demurred, saying that the boss would be mad if they took too long. Relieved at their temporary deliverance, both girls began to relax, but fully aware that once they reached their destination their doom would be sealed.
Soon afterwards they turned off the main highway onto a secondary road, and after driving for ten minutes turned onto an obvious farm road. Almost at once they turned into a driveway and soon pulled up in front of a farm house, lights showing in the window. Pulling to a stop, both men jumped out and opened a door. Peters helped Alice from the back seat, again feeling up her breasts as she got out, and Charlie did the same thing with Barbara; only at the same time telling her in no uncertain terms what he had in mind. As her legs hung out of the car, he spread them apart and carefully made his own examination of her already violated cunt. Satisfied, he finally let her out, but as he turned her around he placed her handcuffed hands onto his already enlarged cock. Whispering heavily in her ear he said, "Don't worry baby. You'll get this thing in you very soon now." Barbara shuddered as she realized that he meant every word.
Just as they got to the porch the door opened and a man stepped out to greet them. He was a short, pot-bellied man of about forty, his hairline rapidly receding, and a big cigar stuck in his mouth. "What took you so long?" he asked gruffly, then without waiting for an answer went on. "The boss is waiting for you inside. Come on hurry it up." With that he turned and led the way into the house, followed first by Alice, then Barbara, the two men bringing up the rear.
The room they entered was furnished in the usual farm living room manner; several overstuffed and wicker chairs, a large divan against one wall, several tables, lamps and other sundry bric-a-brac. The only unusual piece of furniture was a large finely polished desk at the far end of the room. Behind that sat one of the most handsome men that either girl had ever seen. He resembled a movie star; his dark wavy hair, perfectly groomed, his suit immaculate and well pressed, the tie neatly knotted and matching the color of his shirt. Near him in a chair sat a very attractive girl, with raven black hair, dressed entirely in black leather. As the girls were ushered in the man stood and approached them, the smile on his face disappearing as he saw Barbara's unbuttoned blouse and the general disarray of both girls' clothing.
Turning quickly to Peters he snapped, "You son-of-a-bitch." Then speaking to Barbara he said, "Did these apes fuck you girls on the way out here?" The bluntness and crudity of the question left both girls speechless. Neither had ever been asked such a thing in their lives. Unable to look at the man, both hung their heads, saying nothing. Angry now, the man again repeated the question, this time putting his hand under Barbara's chin and raising her head so that she was forced to look directly at him. The bright crimson had again returned to her face, and shocked by this man's directness, Barbara nonetheless finally managed to shake her head negatively, then blurted out, "But they threatened to."
Once more the broad grin returned to the man's face, and turning he walked back to the desk, instructing his men to bring the girls along. The girl with the black hair in the meantime, continual to carefully manicure her nails with an emery board, not once looking up. After the man had again seated himself behind the desk, and the girls stood before him, their hands still cuffed behind them, he spoke again.
"That my boys threatened to I have no doubt. My concern was that they might have already done so, thereby depriving me of the one thing I can offer you in return for some information I want." Lighting a cigarette he went on. "Which of you is Miss Cummings?" Peters indicated Alice and the man directed his attention to her. "Well Miss Cummings I'm sure you're a smart girl. We plan on making a little withdrawal from your bank over the weekend, however, it seems that you are one of two people with the combination. Some more of my boys are bringing the other one, a Mr. Thompson I believe, and he should be here shortly. Our apologies for having to bother both of you with such a little trifle. We had intended for Mr. Greer to give us the combination, since he knows all of it, but it seems that at the last minute he decided to be away for the weekend, and these dum-dums I employ haven't been able to locate him yet. So you can see why it is necessary to inconvenience you and Mr. Thompson for the combination." The news that Mr. Greer had gone out of town over the weekend was indeed news to Alice, since he hadn't mentioned it to her.
"My name is Mr. Marvin. As you have probably surmised by now, I'm the boss. Well ladies let's get down to brass tacks." His demeanor hardening, he looked directly at Alice. "Now I do hope you won't be stubborn Miss Cummings. I can assure you that my boys here have some very novel and ingenious ways of making cooperative people out of stubborn ones. But I can equally assure you that you and your little friend there will find it most unpleasant." The tone of his voice left no doubt in the minds of either that he was indeed telling the truth.
Really frightened now, and dreading having to experience anything at all at the hands of the beasts who had brought her here, Alice nonetheless knew she couldn't tell what she knew. She was only one of four persons who knew that due to a technical reason that bank's insurance had been cancelled only that week, and wouldn't be reinstated until Monday. It had been decided that absolutely no one was to know about the error, since it might create a panic, and besides, no one had expected the large shipment of currency until Monday. When it had arrived on Friday, they had no choice however but to accept it, since to have refused it would have left too many unanswered questions. Therefore, if anything happened to that money before Monday, the bank being uninsured, would stand to take the whole loss. It would ruin the bank and everyone connected with it. It would mean complete disaster, the end of everything.
Realizing this, Alice knew she was trapped. No matter what they did to her she couldn't reveal what she knew. If it weren't for the lack of insurance, and the size of the amount, Alice would gladly have saved herself from the horrible ordeal which she knew she would soon be subjected to. But her loyalty to the bank was too strong, and hate it though she would, she would just have to bear up some how. She did feel very sorry for Barbara however, who had gotten involved in this sordid business quite by accident. Even as much as she hated to subject her to whatever would come, she would just have to. After all, for all her childish nature, Barbara was, after all, a big girl. She'd live through the humiliation of being raped, or whatever else these brutes would inflict on them.
Then suddenly a ray of hope came to her. By now Allen would have shown up at the apartment, and finding her gone, and knowing that she would never willingly do such a thing, have notified the authorities. Perhaps even now they were looking for her. But almost as if reading her thoughts, Peters suddenly said, "Like you figured boss, the broad's boyfriend was on the way over. We left Mike and Eddie behind to get him." As the words came home to her, Alice sagged slightly, all hope gone now. Oh Allen, she thought. I've even gotten you mixed up in this now. But at least they can't rape you.
She was jarred from her thoughts by the sound of Mr. Marvin talking. "I said," he said testily, "what about it? You going to give me what I want or not? If you do I'll promise you that nothing will happen to you. I give you my word. You'll just be kept here over the weekend while me and the boys here complete our little deal and then you'll be free to go. No harm done." He sat silently for a moment waiting for an answer. Getting none, he rose and addressing Peters said, "Okay, boys. They're all yours." Then turning back to Alice, said "I'm sorry it's got to be this way. But any time you change your mind all you gotta do is tell the boys here that you're ready to talk. If they don't stop what they are doing to you I'll promise you I'll make them wish they'd never been born." Turning again to Peters he said, "Take them to the barn-I want that information, and I want it fast."
Nodding, Peters said, "Right boss," and then grabbing Alice by the arms dragged her towards the door. The man who'd ushered them in, all this time standing silently by, opened the door, and soon both she and Barbara were out in the night air, being pulled across the yard toward an outline of a very large building, obviously the barn.
As they approached, they could hear the sounds of dogs barking, and the sound identified them as the vicious kind. Once they reached the barn door and it was thrown open they saw the source of the barking; two huge
Doberman Pinschers, straining at heavy chains that held them firmly to one wall. The sight of the vicious animals only increased the fright within Alice, and she wondered for a moment if these brutes were going to sic the dogs on them.
Shoving them both into the barn, the three men who'd accompanied them, closed the doors behind them after all were in the barn. Looking around the huge chamber quickly brought back all the fear both girls had known. The room resembled an old fashioned medieval torture chamber; manacle chains hung from rafters in the ceiling and on the walls. A large barrel like sawhorse type device sat in one corner, and a large table, with odd looking sides and a block-like device shaped like hollowed out hips on one end, was in the center of the room. Also in the room were a variety of computer like machines lining one wall.
By now, Peters had grabbed Barbara and was dragging her to the center of the room, where a pair of manacles hung from the ceiling. Easily overcoming the girl's feeble struggles, Peters soon had the handcuffs removed from her wrists, only to be replaced by the manacles, which were lined on the inside with sheepskin. She saw Charlie push a button at a control box on one of the posts, and the manacles were raised in the air, lifting poor Barbara cruelly by the arms until her feet dangled a full two inches from the floor. The girl's pitiful cries wounded Alice.
Barbara secured, the men turned on her. Advancing on her, Peters said menacingly, "Don't fret long legs. We ain't forgot you." Then without warning he grabbed Alice and yanked her over to where Barbara was still dangling, her cries now becoming only whimpers. At the same time, Peters undid her handcuffs, and in a matter of seconds she was-likewise hanging beside Barbara.
Except for a sharp discomfort when he had been hoisted upward, Alice was astonished that the position was not actually painful; just mildly uncomfortable. Aware of this, she knew that most of Barbara's tears were coming from fear instead of pain. She knew however, that were she to remain in this position for very long, the strain would indeed become painful. What hadn't dawned yet however, was the extremely vulnerable position she was in. Peters lost little time showing her.
Both Charlie and Peters were sadists, something both girls would become painfully aware of before their ordeal was over. Even worse, both were sexual sadists and the position the girls were in, helpless, suited them just fine. Alice couldn't help noticing the bulge in the front of Peters' trousers as he approached her. She realized that she was going to be raped, but that still didn't deter her from her resolve not to give up the combination and bring about the ruin of the bank.
Her thoughts came back to the present. Peters was directly in front of her now, and being an extremely tall man stood face to face with her. Reaching out, he began feeling up her breasts, first one and then the other. She closed her eyes and tried not to think of what this animal was doing to her; and more especially what he would no doubt soon be doing. Alice felt him pushing her skirt up. Feebly she kicked her legs, but realized it was useless and stopped. She winced as she felt his hand go to her cunt again, rubbing it through her thin lace panties. In one smooth motion Peters peeled her panties down, and as he reached her feet caused her high heels to fall off. All three men were now clustered around her, gazing with open lust at her nakedness. Spurred on now, they quickly finished stripping her until she hung naked except for her garter belt and stockings. She was so embarrassed at her nudity that her entire body was one large scarlet mass.
Finally Charlie spoke for the first time since Peters had started. "Man and just think this pussy is a cherry." he stated. Then went on, "which one you figure we should start with. This one or the blonde."
"I don't know," answered Peters doubtfully, "Let's strip the blonde and then decide." A look of fear returned to Barbara as the men advanced on her. Since her blouse was already partly open, the men made short work of stripping her, and soon she too hung as naked as her friend.
"Man, will you look at them tits?" whistled Charlie, then reached up and began massaging one. Taking the nipple between his thumb and forefinger he firmly rolled it back and forth; then holding it more firmly began to squeeze it until finally her mouth opened in a cry of pain. Still he squeezed the delicate morsel eliciting still more anguished cries of pain from the terrified girl. When he finally released her, it was bright red and clearly bore witness to the rough treatment. "Well, Pete," Charlie questioned. "What'a you think? The blonde or the other one?"
"I don't know, Charlie. I'd sure like to bust long legs wide open but to tell you the truth this blonde's got me hot."
"Let's do the blonde first." It was Louis speaking, the man who'd shown them into the living room. His breath coming hard now, he reached out his hand and buried it in the bushy hair surrounding her tender cunt. Cruelly he grasped the hair in his hands and gave a steady, but firm, tug. Again the poor helpless girl screamed, but this seemed only to encourage Louie, who continued to pull at the hair until she was hanging at a forty-five degree angle; her legs spread vulgarly apart. To the girl's cries of pain there was only an evil laughter.
"OK," said Peters. "The blonde. Let her down." Louie let go and Barbara swung helplessly back and forth, and Charlie pushed another button that slowly began lowering her.
Reaching up, Peters quickly unshackled her and then pinning her arms behind her roughly shoved her towards the table in the center of the room.
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Charlie was already standing beside it and began operating a control that caused the table to mechanically tilt forward. As Barbara was forced against it Alice could see that the block was indeed a seat for the hips. Pulling her arms behind her and back under the table, she was soon manacled again, the uncomfortable position causing her ample bosom to thrust forward provocatively. The table then moved back level, while at the same time more manacles, set much wider apart than those holding Alice, began lowering from the ceiling. Barbara's ankles were firmly shackled, first one, then the other, and the chains were pulled upwards again; resulting in the poor girl being obscenely spread-eagled, her cunt completely defenseless and exposed.
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Turning to Alice Peters said, "How about it, girlie? Wanna tell us about it?" Sick at heart, and sincerely wishing she could spare her friend this ordeal she said, "You're all animals. That's all. Just animals." Her words evoked more laughter from the terrible trio, then Charlie said, "You hear that, Pete? She called us animals." Then, leering at the helpless girl on the table he said, "You know something baby? She ain't too far from wrong either. Not the way Pete here is hung." Then walking closer to her he began to finger her horribly exposed pussy, then went on, "You ever see a horse's cock, baby? Well, Pete here could almost make a mare happy. Why don't you show blondie what's waiting for her, Pete?" With that he plunged his hand viciously into the girl's pussy, causing her to wail.
Pete had already unzipped his trousers and was struggling to free his organ. When he succeeded Barbara's eyes became so large Alice thought they were going to pop out. She couldn't blame her either. The cock Pete was displaying wasn't erect yet, but even so it was an awesome sight. A full four inches in diameter, it already extended a full eleven inches, and was growing larger by the second.
Fear paralyzing her vocal cords, all Barbara could do was shake her head. Finally she screamed out, "No! No! Alice, please. Tell them. Tell them what they want to know. Just look at it. It'll kill me, Alice. Save me. Don't let him do it to me with that thing, Alice. P-l-e-a-s-e," she finished her plaintive cry, her body wracked by sobs.
Pete's leer continued as he walked toward the terror-stricken girl. He said, "Won't do no good, baby. That friend of yours is just gonna let me rip that little pussy of yours wide open. Personally I'm kinda glad though. You look to me like you'll be a real fine piece, even if you probably will do a lot of screamin' while I'm ramming it in you." The last was said so threateningly that it stopped Barbara's tears as she watched him advance on her with horror.
The terrible cock was now totally erect, made so by the terror-laced cries of the horrified girl. It extended now a full fourteen inches, and its diameter had increased to four and a half inches. So terrible-looking was the enormous cock that even Alice shuddered and had to look away in a brave effort to keep her resolve. Barbara's cries for help had touched her deeply, especially after seeing the man's weapon. But she just couldn't let her boss down. She just couldn't. 'Even the realization that the beast would probably wind up using that horrible thing on her also wasn't sufficient motivation to change her mind. She would have to hear the girl's awful screams as she underwent what was sure to be a most horrible torture of having the gigantic piece of meat rammed mercilessly into her poor little cunt. But at least she wouldn't watch it.
By now Barbara was so terrified that she was almost in a state of shock. Her screams continued but her words by now were almost incoherent. Her gaze riveted to the gruesome instrument steadily approaching her, she now directed her pleas for mercy at its owner. "Please don't do it. I can't take anything like that. Please have mercy. You'll kill me. It's not human. It'll rip me completely open. I beg you. Don't. Please don't use that thing on me. I've never done anything to you. Please don't hurt me with it. Please!" Her last was a long plaintive cry, but it fell on deaf ears for the men only laughed. Then Pete said, "Don't you worry too much, baby. This little thing of mine is going to make you feel real good, that is once I get it all the way in. Of course, that might just hurt a mite." At the last bit they all laughed again.
Now he was only inches away from Barbara. Frantically the girl twisted and turned, trying vainly to free herself and avoid the terrible pain she knew this giant cock would give her. She wasn't a virgin but the biggest thing she'd ever had in her life had been a nine-incher, and that had actually hurt her some. But this huge thing would not only hurt her, it would ruin her; if she managed to live through it, that is. Just at that moment Charlie stepped forward and grabbed the hapless girl by the hips, holding her steady. Because of the way she was placed Barbara could clearly see her soon-to-be-tortured pussy, and the ominous prick threatening it. It was only an inch away from her now, and so terrified of what was about to happen she completely froze, staring as if hypnotized at the great cock. When it first made contact with her cunt lips it was as if an electric shock had poured through her. The enormous head of Pete's cock was a reddish-purple, and as large as a big lemon. I can't take it, she remembered thinking to herself. I just won't be able to take it. He won't be able to get it in.
Disproving her thoughts at once, Pete grasped her by the thighs, and holding the shaft of the huge cock in one hand began pushing his hips forward. Had she not been so utterly horrified at the thought of the terrible pain this instrument was shortly going to inflict on her, Barbara would probably have been excited by what was happening. Often, although she had never told anyone of it, she would dream of someone raping her, and when she did she invariably would come in her sleep, usually aided by her finger.
Barbara felt the lips of her cunt being forced cruelly aside by the big head as it sought entrance. She was actually surprised that there was no pain. Thoroughly transfixed by the sight of what was happening to her, she continued to stare. In utter amazement she watched with awe as he firmly pushed still more of the huge cock into her. I'm actually taking it, she thought to herself. It's going in. Then, in spite of her fear, she began reacting to the invasion, her passion rising. The thought of being fucked by a cock such as this one had also occurred in her dreams, and that together with a rape fantasy, always left her dripping the next morning.
Her first twinge of pain occurred when Pete's cock was a little over six inches in her. Up till then, while it had been frightening, she hadn't really experienced any pain. The lack of the girl's cries had also affected Pete, who by now was shoving himself forward even with more vigor than before, determined to make the girl beg for mercy. As the cock continued slicing into her, it reached that area of her delicate cunt that had seldom been invaded. Here the muscles were so tight that he actually had to begin forcing it to go further. Feeling the pain, Barbara began to moan, her gaze leaving the scene of her violation for the first time since it had begun. Closing her eyes tight, the moan increased louder as the penetration continued until finally she blurted out, "Stop, please stop. It's starting to hurt. Please don't go any further. I can't stand it, I tell you. Please, no more." Again encouraged by the girl's cries of pain, Pete only increased his efforts.
The pain became very real now, steadily increasing as the oversized organ continued to penetrate still deeper into Barbara's cunt. Her cries of pain filled the room now, mingling frequently with pleas for the man to cease his torture. However, Pete only leered at the hapless girl beneath him and viciously continued to ram his giant cock into her. Deeper and deeper his enormous tool sank into Barbara's now burning pussy. Glancing downward once, her pain filled eyes blurred, she saw that ten inches of the monstrous thing had already penetrated her, giving her ample reason for the almost unbearable agony she was suffering. Then she felt the massive head touch her innermost depths, nudging agonizingly against the entrance of her womb, seeking to bore still further. Aware that the torment she'd experienced until now would become paltry compared with what it would feel like if he succeeded in piercing her still further, she screamed as loud as she could.
The sharpness of the cry startled Alice, and in spite of her decision not to watch the girl's violation, she was forced to look, since after all she was the one responsible for the girl's ordeal. Horrified, she saw how deep indeed the terrible weapon had permeated into her friend's widely exposed cunt, and she could readily understand the horrible shrieks of pain coming from her. Desperately hoping that the girl would be blessed by fainting, she watched transfixed as the assault went on; watched in utter horror as she realized what had happened, and saw the intention of Pete to indeed penetrate Barbara completely.
Realizing that he was temporarily stymied, Pete had withdrawn two inches of his big cock and violently rammed it back into her. Once again the air was filled with a strangled scream of pain and terror, and once again he withdrew and then ferociously plunged into her; determined not to be denied full entrance. This time, weakened by the previous assaults, and coupled with the powerful thrust Pete had delivered, the immense head finally penetrated the opening of the womb, sending two more inches of merciless prick ripping into the hysterical victim. However, the inhuman screech that came forth from the girl was more than even Pete would have believed possible. Stopping for a moment he looked down at Barbara, now almost into violent convulsions; thrashing about wildly in a vain attempt to escape the torture. Her eyes stared back at him blankly, almost obscured by the tears, and the air was once more rent by a piercing shriek.
The cruel grin on his face turning to a sneer, Pete firmly grasped Barbara about the thighs, and bracing himself firmly, backed off one inch. Seeing what he was preparing to do, the pain now so intense she was almost out of her mind, Barbara made one last vain attempt to dissuade him. She was right in the middle of a feeble 'please don't...' when Pete made the most ferocious lunge yet; sending the remaining three inches of enormous cock sliicing unopposed into her very belly. The screams of anguish that had come from Barbara's throat 'til they seemed like mild hymns compared to the awful scream of agony that followed the final thrust.
"E e e-i i-i-a-" she screamed. "O-h-h-h-h, please take it out. I'm ripped apart inside. A-a-h-h-o-o-h-h-the pain. I can't bear it. My insides are on fire." Then again she shrieked horribly, and Alice, seeing her friend totally impaled on the tortuous spike, shut her eyes tight in a futile effort to block out the sight. As she opened them again she saw the black-haired girl standing in a corner, watching the proceedings with an amused look on her face. Against her will, her gaze was forced back to the terrible thing being done to her friend.
The pain subsiding somewhat, although her screams still ripped through the air, Barbara was slowly coming out of her convulsions. Crying, she continued to plead with Pete to withdraw the huge prick from her, but he only leered back at her. In answer he tried to shove still more into her. Fortunately for Barbara there was no more, although even the slightest movement of the big cock within her caused such excruciating pain that she couldn't help screaming. Glancing down she saw the awful truth for herself; the enormous thing was actually completely in her. She couldn't believe it although the traumatic agony within her helped convince her.
Pete slowly withdrew three inches of the cock and then slowly thrust it back into Barbara again, bringing on a new wave of cries and pleas; receiving in answer only laughter. She was aware of someone standing beside her, and then recognized Charlie. "How does it feel baby?" he smirked. "How does your little cunt like the feeling?" With that he went into almost hysterical laughter, having to wipe tears from his eyes. Then, sobering he said to Pete, "Fuck her, Pete. Fuck the shit out of her."
Just then the black-haired girl spoke, for the first time since the girls had arrived. "Hold it Pete," she said as she walked towards Alice. "Well, Miss Cummings. Had enough? Of course, you're not the one with that thing rammed in you, not yet anyway. But I've seen Pete fuck a girl like that before, and believe me that little friend of yours is going to really know she's been fucked. Now why don't you be a good girl and tell us what we want to know? After all she is your friend. How can you stand to just hang there and watch what Pete is doing to her? And he hasn't even started yet." With the last she turned and walked over to where Barbara lay pitifully impaled. "Well, what's it going to be?" she demanded hostilely.
Not waiting for Alice to answer Barbara began pleading with her. She begged her to save her from any more of this torture. She tired to tell her of the pain she was having, and repeatedly begged the girl who was her friend to spare her. Her cries cut Alice to the quick, and tears were now running down her face. How could she make this girl understand why she was powerless to stop this nightmare? How could she make her see that even when her turn on the terrible instrument came she would be still equally unable to stop even her own agony. Crying now, she said, "Forgive me, Barbara. I can't help. Even when it's me being horribly used like that I won't be able to even help myself. Forgive me." Then she broke down into sobbing and looked away.
The black-haired girl reached under the table and pulled out something that resembled a glove. Barbara watched with fascination as she put the glove-like thing on her hand; and then saw with dismay that it was indeed a glove, only the palm and fingers were covered with sandpaper. Violently she thrashed about as the girl reached out slowly and finally grasped one of her breasts. The tender flesh screamed out its injury as the atrocious sandpaper scraped over it, leaving behind in its path raw, burning pain. Repeatedly the girl grasped and rubbed the aching, burning mound; bringing forth screams of pain almost as sharp as those Pete had wrought with his giant cock. Holding the breast now firmly by her ungloved hand, the girl made erect the nipple and mercilessly rubbed it between the abrasive thumb and forefinger, sending the poor creature into repeated shrieks of pain.
Stopping for a moment, and deciding finally that letting Pete fuck the girl might produce better results, she ordered him to proceed. Pete happily obeyed, and began viciously to withdraw the enormous cock from Barbara's terribly wounded cunt, only to ferociously plunge it back into the defenseless girl again, all the while accompanied by cries of anguish, mixed with appeals for mercy. Faster and faster the brute slammed into poor Barbara's tortured and totally exposed pussy, being rewarded each time by renewed cries of pain. So excited had he become that he didn't realize that his climax was upon him until it actually reached the point of no return.
Turning to the attack with renewed vigor, he now pounded at her with no mercy, slamming into her with all the power in his body. Unable to make even token resistance, her private parts being so grossly exposed, Barbara was repeatedly lifted free of the table by the impact of the blows, only to fall heavily back again as he withdrew. So hoarse now that her pitiful cries were barely audible, she still managed one last long drawn out scream of misery as his already enormous prick enlarged still slightly more as his come spurted into her. She felt the hot gushing sperm pound into her innermost being in spurt after burning spurt, and still it flowed within her, filled her, and then began running in streams and rivulets from her sorely used cunt.
Finally spent, Pete, his breath coming in gulps, began to relax and ceased pounding his manness into the helpless girl. After having shot his load of come into Barbara, the terrible weapon began to rapidly diminish in size, and for the first time since this horrible torture had begun she felt a slight easing of the ache within her. As the terrible things inside her dwindled still more, Pete was ordered to withdraw the now useless organ, and as he did so it glistened brightly in the light, its shaft still huge by comparison even in its diminished state, and being thoroughly covered with the evidence of his climax.
Once completely out of his victim, both Charlie and Louie stepped forward and pounded him on the back, congratulating him on his rape of Barbara. Pete smiled, or rather sneered back at them sheepishly, saying that what he'd done was really nothing. Barbara, her insides still burning, but glad that the pain had at least lessened, couldn't help thinking to herself that if what this monster had just done to her was nothing, she would sure as hell hate to be around with him when he did do something.
When Pete had withdrawn form her, Barbara had slumped helplessly against her bonds, exhausted, and still so pain-ridden that she didn't care what happened to her. Her insides burned so' much she was sure she'd been permanently ruined. The tender tissues of the walls of her cunt had been so horribly strained that the ache would last forever, and the raw, tender flesh of her breast and nipple, where the devil woman had so cruelly raked her, hurt so badly that she could feel the sting all over. But at least the girl was silent now, except for occasional sobs that continued to burst through. Over and over again she kept repeating to herself, I'm ruined, I'm ruined. My poor pussy is ruined.
The black-haired girl, Alice had heard one of the men call her Miss Eva, cut short the noisy congratulations that were still being heaped on
Pete and ordered Barbara released and Alice put in her place. Stark terror now rising in her breast as she realized that now she would have to undergo the same torment that her friend had just endured, Alice watched as Barbara's hands were loosened and her legs lowered. But even after the cruel manacles were taken from her ankles the poor girl was unable to close her legs, so viciously had she been split apart, and she just lay moaning.
Once again Alice watched, only this time with dread, as Charlie pressed the button and she felt herself being lowered. Once her feet touched the floor Charlie stopped the button and then helped Louie bodily lift Barbara from the table, her giving a low moan and still clutching her torn cunt protectively, lest they change their minds. Finding she was unable to stand by herself, both men had to help her to her feet and back over to where Alice still stood, her arms still held aloft. Once Barbara was once again securely lifted up, her feet again dangling off the floor, but this time with her feet spread slightly, trying to escape the pain that was still present, they returned their attentions to Alice. Barbara in the meantime continued to moan, occasionally muttering incoherently that she had been ruined; her poor little pussy was ripped wide open.
Barbara's groans only served to heighten the anxiety that Alice felt as Charlie and Louie undid the manacles about her wrists, then led her forcefully over to the table recently the scene of Barbara's terrible ordeal. This time it was Peters who worked the controls that tilted the table forward, and in a short time Alice too found herself barbarously placed in the same position as her friend had been in; arms cruelly shackled behind her and legs held aloft; spread-eagled indecently, totally exposing her virgin pussy. She couldn't help the shocked feeling that came over her once she realized how completely exposed she really was, then too, realizing that in her current position her deflowerment would be doubly painful.
The three men and Miss Eva had gathered around her, looking her over with blatant satisfaction, openly amused at her discomfort and embarrassment. Miss Eva turned to Peters whose flaccid organ still protruded rudely from his open fly. Shaking her head disgustedly, she observed to Charlie that it would be some time before Peters would be able to perform. Happily Charlie volunteered to take his place, then remembering that Pete had found the girl to be cherry, conveyed this tidbit to Miss Eva.
Her eyebrows raising in wonderment at the news, Miss Eva sought confirmation from Peters of the fact. Confirmed by him, Miss Eva walked over to Alice and inspected her more closely.
"Well, well," she cooed, "so little Miss High and Mighty is a virgin." Then reaching out her still sandpaper covered gloved hand, she stroked it roughly against the tender flesh of the insides of Alice's thighs. The result was immediate and quite predictable. Alice, surprised at the intensity of the pain caused by this simple act, screamed. Egged on by her success, Miss Eva increased her efforts, going down first one side and then up the other, leaving behind a trail of raw, bright red, inflamed skin, causing the poor hapless girl to writhe and twist uncontrollably, horrible shrieks coming from her very soul.
As Miss Eva continued her inhuman torture Alice's cries of pain increased ever more, finding the pain caused by the abrasive paper to be almost beyond description. When Miss Eva paused in her game, leaving Alice heaving and gasping for breath, the pain having spread completely over her entire body, she was delighted at the results of her efforts. The tender flesh was indeed by now a fire-engine red in color, and it could clearly be seen to throb, the tender nerve endings begging for relief.
"Well, Miss High and Mighty. How do you like it now that you're the one on the receiving end? Huh? Changed your mind about telling us what we want to know yet?" Then punctuating her final question with a quick swipe at the already injured tissue, she succeeded in bringing forth another hoarse cry from the frightened girl. At that moment she had no idea of how sincerely Alice wanted to tell them everything she knew. The pain had been so much more incredible than she had imagined, she had no idea of how long she would be able to endure it. But the memory of the terrible thing that had been done to her friend only minutes before was still fresh in her memory, and gaining renewed courage from that, she somehow found the strength to vigorously shake her head; then quickly closed her eyes, waiting for the awful torment to inundate her again. Instead there came to her ears only the sound of female laughter, and opening her eyes, saw Miss Eva with a terribly evil snarl on her face. Then the raven-haired girl spoke again. "Well, it looks like pain isn't going to be the answer to this problem, boys. I would like to find out how humiliation strikes this bitch's imagine. Bring in Thor."
Her orders were met with acclaims of accord, as Louie rushed to do her bidding. Louie had left the area which Alice could see, and the shock that went through her as she saw him return, leading one of the large dogs she had seen as they'd come in, was clearly visible. Unable to comprehend what it was they intended on doing, she could only lie there and tremble. But Miss Eva wasn't the kind to keep her in suspense for too long. As the dog was led over to where Alice was imprisoned, it immediately sought out her tender cunt, its cold nose touching its soft lips inquisitively. The shock of feeling the dog's cold nose inspecting her private parts made Alice jump, even though she'd watched as the dog had approached her.
"Well now," explained Miss Eva, "since you don't seem to be in the mood to talk perhaps you'll be in the mood to fuck. And since that pretty little cunt of yours hasn't had the pleasure of feeling a cock buried in it before, why don't we initiate it," then she paused teasingly before finishing, "with the dog's cock."
Alice couldn't believe her ears. In the beginning the thought of being raped had nauseated her, then accepting the fact that she would be deflowered by the giant cock of Peters she had steeled herself. But the utter humiliation of being raped and deflowered by a dog was almost more than she could stomach. The open revulsion that was apparent on her face spurred Miss Eva onward and she commanded the dog to come to her.
CHAPTER TWO
The dog, named Thor, quickly obeyed Miss Eva's command and soon was at the heel. Next she commanded the dog to 'stand high', resulting in his rearing on his hind legs, balancing himself and looking with open adoration at his master. Alice's eyes had followed the action with ever growing apprehension; and the sight of the size of the dog's cock, made visible by the position he had assumed, made that apprehension grow still more. She'd never been particularly attracted to dogs, therefore had never even thought of them much, especially not their sexual organs. The sight of this dog's organ, with which she was now humiliatingly being threatened, captured her attention. Therefore it was with open awe that she watched Miss Eva reach down and begin to manipulate it. The dog, confusion now showing even in his eyes, looked curiously at his female master but continued to maintain the position into which he'd been ordered. Miss Eva peeled back the foreskin of the dog's prick and exposed the bright pink soft flesh of the cock itself, glistening with moisture. Under Miss Eva's expert massage the prick quickly enlarged and even as Alice watched she could feel the sickness rising in her stomach at the thought of such a thing actually being used on her. Also she was amazed at the size of the animal cock; it already having enlarged itself to more than eight inches, although it was much narrower than Peters' had been.
Larger and larger did the sex organ grow until finally Alice was genuinely astonished to see that it was a full ten inches in length. The bright glow in Miss Eva's eyes as she observed the hardening process, however, made clear that its size was of no surprise to her. Actually the dog himself was one of the biggest dogs Alice had ever seen, since as he stood awkwardly erect his head was level with Miss Eva's.
Therefore, it shouldn't have come as such a shock when confronted with the enormity of the dog's cock, but it did. The thought of the loathsome thing this witch was planning on visiting upon her, as repellant as it was, still took second place to the sight in front of her. As uncouth, lascivious, vulgar, depraved, and scurrilous as her planned debasement would be, she still couldn't help staring as if mesmerized at the large dog cock which Miss Eva was now rhythmically jacking off, while at the same time looking at Alice with an air of depravity.
"Well, Miss High and Mighty," she cooed, "what do you think of"Trior's tool?", pulling on it until the dog whined. Then continuing her mocking, she said, "Think you're going to like being fucked by it? Who knows, since you've never had a cock in there before it might be you'll like dog cock better than man cock. It happens that way sometimes, you know," she finished, the smirk on her face clearly expressing the pleasure she was having at Alice's expense. "After all," she continued, obviously enjoying her little game immensely, "they say that the first cock a woman has is what she will always like best for the rest of her life." Then, her face suddenly turning stony, she barked a quick command and the dog quickly returned to all fours again, only to be rapidly led around and up onto Alice.
It was then that Alice saw the practical use the strange runners along the sides of the despicable table were intended for. The dog was led up over her, his tongue hanging out, and his front paws were positioned along side Alice's shoulders. Glancing down she saw that the enormous dog cock was only an inch away from her poor cunt, and almost relenting in her resolve for a moment, looked beseechingly in the direction of this devil woman known as Miss Eva. Her face was a twisted mass as she worked efficiently in maneuvering the dog skillfully over its intended victim.
Grasping the dog cock in her hand, she turned briefly toward Alice and said, "This is your last chance. Do you want to feel this dog cock rammed into you?" Horrified at what was about to happen, Alice couldn't hold back the tears, but she still shook her head, knowing full well that the very act sealed her doom. Her eyes shut tight, she heard Miss Eva command the dog to move forward-and he obeyed, bring his rampant prick into contact with her virgin pussy for the first time. The contact was electrifying for Alice, and she could feel her heart beating wildly within her breast. Something within her forced her eyes open and she looked down at what was happening, her throat choked with emotion. The thought that she was about to be sadistically deflowered by an animal made her almost deathly ill.
The sight she saw was of Miss Eva holding firmly onto Thor's cock, guiding it into position, simultaneously urging him forward. The dog, well-trained, and obviously excited by what was taking place, willingly obeyed. Slowly he inched forward, his paws moving only a little each time. Although Peters had fingered her slightly in the car, he hadn't actually entered her, and her hymen was still intact.
She felt the horrible dog cock finally thrust itself between her cunt lips, and the feeling brought forth a shudder. Then, still urging her charge forward, Miss Eva helped the cock continue to enter Alice's still-virgin pussy until the head of it touched the hymen that Alice had for so long stout-heartedly protected. Barking a command, the dog jumped forward slightly, but failed to penetrate the thin membrane, but Alice for the first time nonetheless felt a slight twinge of pain. A low moan escaped from her and didn't go unnoticed by Miss Eva, who assured her wickedly that she hadn't felt anything yet.
Again she barked a command, and again the dog lurched forward this time his sharp pointed prick succeeding in perforating the symbol of purity so sacred to Alice. The penetration of her virginity proved more painful than Alice had thought it would be. Although she controlled her urge to scream, she couldn't control the gurgling moan that escaped from her tightly compressed lips. Again Miss Eva commanded and again the dog obeyed, his cock moving still further into Alice's never-before-explored cunt. This time, the shaft of the dog's cock tearing a still wider hole in the delicate membrane, Alice could not help giving evidence of the pain she was experiencing. While the scream was not as loud as had been the terrified shrieks of her friend as she was being ripped apart by Peters' giant prick, it still was loud enough to bring out a round of nervous laughter from the three men, who now stood by watching as she was being fucked for the first time.
Deeper and still deeper did the dog plunge his cock into Alice's tight little cunt, each thrust eliciting still another cry of pain from the unfortunate Alice. Even more painful than the physical distress she was experiencing was the mental anguish at what was happening to her, and before an audience. The very realization that she was actually being fucked by an animal was bringing on repeated spasms of nausea, and it took every bit of self-control she'd ever managed to accumulate to keep from retching. When she heard one of the men give further proof of her deflowerment by commenting on the presence of a trace of blood trickling down the insides of her thighs, she began to sob uncontrollably. Oh how utterly inexorable was this barbarous thing these savages were doing to her. Even if she managed to live through this nightmare experience how would she ever be able to blot from her mind the sight of what was happening to her, and the sight of the twisted faces of those looking on, reveling in her agony.
Although Alice had pledged to herself that she wouldn't lower herself to give her tormentors the satisfaction of hearing her plead for mercy, the depth of the dog's penetration of her was becoming so painful and revolting, that she heard herself begging them to stop. Apparently oblivious to the sobbing girl's pleas for mercy, Miss Eva continued to urge the dog forward. Aware now that there was nothing she could do to make them stop, not even telling them what they wanted to know would make them cease their fun now, Alice found herself being drawn to watching what was being done to her tender cunt. The dog had already violated her by more than seven inches and the appalling fact that before he finished, the remaining three inches would be deeply imbedded within her, slowly dawned on her-bringing forth a new wave of self-pity. Oh woe is me, she thought to herself. What have I ever done in my life to deserve such a fate.
The dog, by now so consumed with passion by the friction of the ultra-tight cunt he was invading upon his blood gorged-member, needed no further urging. Miss Eva stepped back and became a spectator to what she had so fiendishly wrought. The dog now lunged unaided again and again into Alice, his hind legs bouncing frantically with each thrust. But when the point of his prick finally reached the innermost recesses of Alice's tortured pussy, he found it impossible to penetrate further, mainly because of the lack of power he possessed in this unnatural position.
Seeing the deog's dilemma, and realizing the reason while at the same time observing that a good two inches of dog cock remained outside the girl, Miss Eva suddenly stepped forward, and placing her hands on the dog's flanks, helped give a particularly vicious shove when the hound once again feebly thrust himself forward. Her effort was immediately rewarded by a loud, agonized, piercing scream that came from the very essence of the girl now totally impaled on the dog's cock.
Alice, aware that Miss Eva had stepped back, and looking down and seeing that the dog would be unable to totally thrust himself into her, had silently been thankful. At least the terrible pain she already suffered wouldn't be compounded by the utter paroxysm of having the dog cock rammed fully into her, piercing her womb in the process. She didn't see Miss Eva as she stepped forward and was totally unprepared for the overwhelming pangs of agony that raced completely throughout her body as the dog cock sliced ferociously into her inner depths completely unchallenged. Being totally impaled now, her shrieks gave ample proof of the terrible torment she was experiencing. Her cries only served to prod the dumb animal on, and he repeatedly thrust his large organ into and out of her; his tongue now hanging almost completely out of his mouth, his breath coming in huge gushes.
The dog's passions were so aroused that Miss
Eva became aware he was about to shoot his come into the still-screaming girl under him. Her cruel nature coming fully to the forefront, she came close to the girl and informed her of what was about to happen. Not understanding the girl's meaning at first, the full impact of what was going to happen quickly dawned on the spread-eagled girl. Between her cries of pain, and now totally unashamed to beg for mercy, the girl pleaded, "Please, oh please don't let him come in me. I might get pregnant and have a dog-child, or even worse as deep in me as he is, I might become infected. Oh please, don't let him do it. Make him get off me. Oooohhh, please!" her voice trailing off. She felt the first hot spurt come splashing into her and realized that her begging had been in vain, for the dog was already pouring out his vile come into her now-violated cunt.
Again and again the animal lurched forward, spitting more and more of the come juice into Alice. So full had she become, that she was acutely aware now that it was running out of her and trickling down the insides of her thighs, to mingle with the blood of her initial debasement. Seeing come spilling out of the human sacrifice, the men present began laughing uproariously, patting each other on the back and making vulgar comments on how much of it was probably her own come.
Finally exhausted, the dog began to hunch himself forward, still mechanically humping the object of his desire. But now the pain was not as acute, as the dog's organ began shrinking. Seeing that the show was indeed over, Miss Eva gave the command for the dog to quit. Looking reproachfully over his shoulder at the master who would have him stop the wonderful excitement he was having, the dog still obeyed, moving gingerly off the now thoroughly fucked girl. Feeling the dog climbing off her, Alice let out a huge sigh of relief, hoping now that perhaps her torturers would leave her alone for awhile.
The dog walked around, its back hunched almost painfully, trying to rid itself of the last vestiges of the experience. Several times he looked longingly at the girl he had just finished fucking; the look in his intelligent eyes clearly indicated that he wouldn't mind having another go at it. Peters, noting this, was quick to comment on it and this evoked still more laughter from the men.
However, the laughter of Charlie was quite another thing. Tinged with lust, the front of his trousers was now a huge bulge. He moved forward to Alice, and in a voice heavy laden with lust said, "Well, girlie-how'd you like that? That dog sure 'nough liked it, baby. You must have some really good pussy there. But I ain't going to fuck you right now baby. Not with all that dog come in you. Ain't satisfactory. But I'll tell you what I'm going to do." Leering, he finished, "I'm gonna let you suck me off."
Alice's eyes widened. She knew she'd actually heard what he'd said but hoped that she'd been wrong. She continued to look at him, her eyes wide. Slowly she shook her head from side to side.
"What's the matter?" he laughed. "Don't you like to suck cock?" His laughter was insane.
The others were also laughing now. Miss Eva was sneering at her with a terrible, cruel twist to her lips. Gazing around the room as if looking for some exit, her eyes spotted Barbara hanging silently. The look of rapprochement from the girl who'd been her friend hurt deeply. Barbara didn't care what they did to her. Alice had let Peters tear into her terribly. The pain was still visible on her face. Alice could plainly see that she would receive no sympathy from Barbara. Then, remembering what had happened to her friend only minutes before, she couldn't really find it in herself to blame her.
"Please," Alice murmured softly. "Don't make me do such a terrible thing. It's not natural." She began sobbing.
Charlie only laughed still more. Still spread-eagled, Alice watched horrified as he began unzipping his trousers. When he pulled his organ free, she gasped. It certainly wasn't as big as Peters' cock but already it was big and blood gorged. The thought of having to take such a nauseating thing in her mouth was even more distasteful than the thought of having the dog fuck her. She groaned loudly, then turned her face away.
Miss Eva stepped forward, and speaking in subdued tones, began to sympathize with Alice.
"Now why continue to be stubborn, my dear? You know that eventually you won't be able to hold out and will gladly give us the information about the combination. Now why don't you save yourself and your friend here any more pain and humiliation and give us what we want now? You're smart enough to know that we aren't about to take it easy on you from here on in. What about it? Ready to talk?"
Still groaning, moving her head from side to side at the same time, Alice didn't answer. Miss Eva continued to wait. Charlie was becoming impatient. He was really hot now, and the ordeal that both girls had just recently endured had added fuel to the fire. His prick stuck straight out menacingly.
"Well?" Miss Eva questioned again.
Tears running down her cheeks freely, Alice looked at her tormentors. Miss Eva, her face passive, merely stared at her. Charlie, his eyes filled with lust for the spread-eagled beauty exposed before him, leered. Pete and Louie, anxious to see more excitement and sexual abuse heaped upon their helpless victim, looked at her with hopeful signs that she would indeed continue being stubborn. Barbara just hung there silent and reproachful. Alice felt so terribly alone that she began to wail.
No one comforted her.
Sighing deeply, Miss Eva stepped back and motioned Charlie forward. Gladly, he complied. Alice, her face still averted, heard his footsteps approaching and curious, turned to face him. Just as she did so, the tip of his cock was stuck right in her face.
Trying desperately to avoid it, she shrank back her head, her eyes wide. Scoffing at her feeble efforts, Charlie grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to him. Her lips were only a fraction of an inch away from his cock now. Revulsion at what she was about to be forced to do caused a shudder to pass through her body.
"No, please!" she uttered a strangled cry.
A cruel chuckle was her only answer.
"I can't tell you. Please! Don't make me put that thing in my mouth," she wailed loudly.
Charlie increased the pressure on her head, forcing her still a little closer to his cock. The pain also caused her to open her mouth slightly. As he continued to increase the pressure and pull her still closer, her mouth opened still more. Finally, Alice's mouth open sufficiently to allow the head to almost penetrate her mouth, she felt the first contact with the ugly head. A little over half of it had already entered her mouth, and her lips touched the wider portion close to the rim. She gagged.
"Suck, bitch!" spat out Charlie.
He pulled her still closer. More of his cock disappeared in Alice's mouth. The whole head of it was now gone from sight and her lips had closed over part of the shaft. Charlie let out a low moan.
Alice, still trying to protest the invasion of her oral cavity by this strange and unpleasant thing, gave forth with strangled cries. Her only answer was to feel Charlie increase the pressure still more and push more of the meat into her mouth. By now she could feel the distasteful thing touching the back of her mouth, and the heat of it spread throughout her.
"Make her suck it, Charlie" yelled Pete.
"Let her lick it," cried Louis jovially.
"Yeah," breathed Charlie heavily. "I'm gonna." Having said that, he withdrew his prick a little and then forced it again into her mouth. He repeated this several times, each time emitting a low moan. Alice, humiliated even more by this than she had been by being dog-fucked, was blushing profusely. Knowing that those about her were watching the horrible and unnatural thing she was being forced to do was almost more than the poor girl could endure.
"You're gonna be just fine baby," Charlie uttered gutturally. "Just fine."
Increasing the speed with which he was thrusting his cock in and out of her mouth, Charlie began to push it still further into the helpless girl. Now, when the head would shove itself deep into her, Alice would begin to gag slightly. The head was even beginning to go down her throat slightly. With each thrust now, it would go a little further. Against her wishes, and to prevent being choked by it, she unwillingly opened her mouth still further. More of the man meat entered her.
Fearfully, she opened her eyes. The sight of the long shaft before her, rhythmically being forced down her throat, then withdrawing, was sickening. She let her mind race forward to the time when Charlie would reach his orgasm. The thought of him spilling his sperm into her mouth, and her being forced to swallow it, brought on another wave of nausea. Each thrust now pushed the head more than three inches down her throat. Not being used to being used like this, she suddenly became aware that she was experiencing some pain in her throat. Just then, Charlie shoved himself forcefully forward and buried still more meat into her than he ever had before. She gagged.
"I wanna fuck her."
Alice heard the words and her blood ran cold.
"I wanna fuck her," she heard again. She identified the pervert as being Louie. From the corner of her eye she saw him approaching her between her legs.
"Not yet!" Miss Eva said coldly.
"But I'm hotter than a piss-ant," Louis protested.
"Jerk off then."
"Aw," Louis whined. "Come on."
"No!" Miss Eva repeated, this time more forcefully.
"Aw shit," Louis muttered, defeated.
"Later," Miss Eva said. This time her voice was softer.
"Yeah," Louis replied, hope in his voice.
"Later," Miss Eva repeated. "Right now I want to watch this and not be bothered."
"OK! OK!" Louie hastened to add, fearful lest she change her mind. "Anything you say." He stepped back.
Alice felt a sense of relief. She reminded herself that the devil woman had said "Later." But at least that held out some hope that later just might never come. She couldn't help hoping that by some miracle she and Barbara would miraculously be rescued before these barbarians had completely desecrated them, although her mind reeled a little at the remembrance of what they had already done.
She could hear Charlie's breathing becoming deeper and deeper. Aware that his impending climax couldn't be more than seconds away she steeled herself for the awful finale. She didn't have long to wait.
"Ohhh," groaned Charlie. "She sure as hell has a good mouth. The way she's tonguing me, I'm sure she-likes it."
Alice began to be aware that for the first time she actually was allowing her tongue to travel over the terrible weapon in her mouth. She had been doing it unconsciously. Having been reminded what she was doing, she struggled to keep from doing it.
"Now she's stopped," laughed Charlie sadistically.
"Maybe I can convince her to go on," sneered Miss Eva. "Do."
Alice, her vision being more and more blocked by Charlie's groin, only caught glimpses of the woman moving toward her. Then she felt the excruciating pain as the movement of the sandpaper glove swept over her breast. A strangled scream of pain gurgled forth.
"Is she licking again?" asked Miss Eva.
"Not yet," Charlie answered.
Again the abrasive glove touched her, this time between her sensitive thighs. Another yelped cry of hurt burst from her.
"She still ain't doing it," complained Charlie.
"We'll see about that," snarled Miss Eva.
This time the surface scraped agonizingly across her stomach, then down between her thighs. The pain became more than the girl could stand just then, and reluctantly she let her tongue flick across the head of Charlie's prick as it re-entered her mouth.
"Now she's working at it," called out Charlie happily.
"Good. I'll just make sure she doesn't decide to stop again too soon."
Alice felt one of the fingers of the glove pierce painfully into her already painfully used cunt. This time the cry of pain was deeper than she'd ever managed before. Her mouth opened wide. This gave Charlie a perfect opportunity to ram his cock completely into the helpless mouth presented so openly before him.
Cut off in mid-scream, Alice felt the head of the cock slice still deeper and deeper into her throat. She gagged repeatedly. Still the huge piece of meat went into her, and the friction Miss Eva was applying to the tender folds of her cunt also increased. Trying desperately to scream out her anguish, and at the same time keep from being horribly choked to death by the merciless prick still penetrating her gullet, the unfortunate girl thrashed about wildly.
Giving Alice one last horrible scrape as she withdrew the sandpaper finger, Miss Eva commented: "Now let's see if that won't help her to remember to do a good job." Her laugh was savage.
"She is. She is," Charlie literally shouted.
"Go to it, Charlie boy," Pete called out.
"Just let me know if she stops," said Miss Eva.
"Ohhhhh! Ohhhh!" was all Charlie could answer.
"He's gettin' ready to come," mumbled Louie enviously.
"Drown her!" cried Pete.
Feeiing his fire building quickly within him, Charlie needed little encouragement. Pumping into her mouth repeatedly and at the same time increasing his hold on her head, he pounded away at her. Fearful lest he tell the fiendish female named Miss Eva that she was falling down on the job again, Alice reluctantly worked her tongue over his cock with improvised relish. Trying to block out thoughts of what was about to happen, she closed her eyes and let him work his terrible will on her.
"Oh baby," mumbled Charlie, almost incoherent with lust.
Alice gagged still more.
"Oh baby, suck it," he breathed again.
Charlie's hips were slashing about frantically now. He would thrust himself forward and then rapidly withdraw, only to once more come slamming back into her.
Unable to help herself, or prevent anything that was happening to her, Alice lay there helplessly. Knowing that if she failed to co-operate to Charlie's satisfaction, she would once more be subjected to the torturous sandpaper finger-fucking that she had already experienced, Alice pretended to work at her task with make-believe desire. After all, she thought, this was the lesser of two evils. She might be sick from what was happening to her, but her futile efforts to avoid it would be to no avail. It would only result in her being subjected to more pain, then in having what was happening to her finished.
"I'm gonna come! I'm gonna shoot off!"
Charlie's shouted announcement was followed by his pushing himself forward as far as he could. The motion caused the cock to bury itself fully into Alice's throat, and she felt his pubic hairs tickling her nose. She fought back an urge to sneeze.
Feeling the first jet of hot juice spurt into her throat, Alice painfully worked her throat muscles to swallow the vile stuff in self-defense. She would only succeed in drowning in the flood of juice if she didn't react, she knew.
More and more of the man-come spilled out of the head of Charlie's cock and into the narrow canal leading ultimately to her stomach. Sickened more than she'd ever dreamed possible, Alice fought with all her might to stave off the rising nausea within herself. Were she to throw up right then, she realized that none of the fluid could escape and she might actually choke to death on her own vomit. Also, there was the very distinct possibility that such a thing might anger her capturers, bringing forth still another finger-fucking with the glove.
"Ohhh! Ahhhhh! Ummmmmm!" over and over again repeated Charlie.
"That's it, Charlie. Give her more."
"Let her drink all she wants. She seems thirsty."
"Fuck her boy."
The cries of encouragement egged Charlie on and made Alice sicker than she already was. The thought that these animals were really enjoying seeing what was being done to her struck a responsive chord of terror within her very being. There would be no relief, she knew now. The only thing that would stop the terrible things being done to her and that would no doubt continue to be heaped upon both her and Barbara would be for her to tell them what they wanted to know. She wished with all her might that she might comply with them. It was impossible to know what other fiendish things they might have in store for her and her friend. But she knew that she couldn't do it. She had to hold out no matter what they did. She just had to.
At last she felt the river of come flowing down the entrance to her innards begin to slack off. Charlie had almost reached the end of his road. His cries of ecstasy were less and lower now. The pressure he had been applying to her head began to slacken. This ordeal was almost over.
Alice felt him stiffen and plunge deep into her once more. Then he was still. She could hear his breath coming deep and hard. Slowly it gained in its struggle for normality. Charlie had begun to return to sanity.
His cock still lay in her mouth. It was limp now, devoid of the tremendous passion it had possessed only a short time before. For the first time, she began to be aware of the slightly salty taste. So fearful and disgusted had she been before, she hadn't taken the time or trouble to even realize what it had tasted like. Alice felt a little surprised when she observed that she didn't find the taste exactly distasteful. In spite of her revulsion at what had been done to her, she actually felt a slight liking for its taste. The come had spurted down her throat in gushes, and she'd been unable to taste it. Now, as he withdrew his wounded member slowly, a slight amount of the nectar clung to the head of his cock. Charlie paused, with just a little of the head still resting in Alice's mouth.
"Lick it clean," she heard him snarl.
She did as commanded, this time revolted at the fact that she was doing so willingly, almost. She was curious now to taste the sperm that had been so deeply deposited-
As her tongue searched out and finally found the forbidden fruit, she licked at it. At last cleaning it, she stopped. It had had little taste to it at all. But the thing that had rocked her the most was that she had actually felt a slight stirring within herself as she completed her task. She couldn't believe, she wouldn't believe, that she had actually felt pleasure. She cried.
CHAPTER THREE
Pete and Louie had crowded around Charlie now. His cock still was in Alice's mouth. Just then Miss Eva commanded him to remove it. Satisfied, at least for now, Charlie obeyed. As his prick slid free of Alice's oral cavity, he patted her on the head, then laughing depravadely, commented on her cocksucking ability.
"You did just fine, baby," he said.
"Yeah, you did great," Louie joined in.
"Next time you can suck off my cock."
Their comments seemed to amuse them so much that they all joined in the laughter. Alice felt the deep flush she'd felt before growing all over her. She couldn't help it.
"All right," the voice of Miss Eva cut in. "That's enough. Let's get on with this thing. Well little Miss High 'n' Mighty! How bout it now? Do you want to go on being stubborn or are you willing to cooperate? After all, I haven't let any of the boys fuck you the way they want to, have I? So far nothing really bad has happened to you. I could have let Louie there fuck you when he wanted to but I didn't. You'll find that having a man's cock in your tight little box will be much more painful that that dog-cock was. I know that you thought that was really something. But I can assure you that it was nothing compared to what Pete's cock would do to you. How would you like for Pete to tear into you the way he did your little friend? Huh?"
The mention of Pete's terrible weapon sent still another shudder of dread wracking throughout Alice's body. She could still clearly see that awful thing rammed completely into her friend's cunt; and the sounds of agony were still ringing in her ears. She hadn't the slightest doubt that Miss Eva would carry out her threat to let him fuck her.
Alice's eyes were wide with terror now. She could see Pete leering at her openly. Her gaze fell to his crotch. She could see that his rod had once more begun to rise. It still wasn't as hard as it had been before, but at least she could see that it was up again. She couldn't bear the thought of that huge thing being rammed into her. Even the relatively small organ of the dog had hurt her something terrible and her tender cunt still hurt. To have anything like that done to her was in itself painful, even to think about it.
Barbara, fortunately, chose just that moment to let out a low moan. It was sufficient to divert the attention of those assembled around Alice, to her. She hung as they had left her; her arms stretched painfully above her, and her legs still held apart slightly.
Louie walked over to her. His face was contorted with passion. He had witnessed her being fucked, quite thoroughly by Pete. Then he'd been an observer while Alice had been dog-fucked; also while Charlie had had the pleasure of fucking her in the mouth. But all the while he himself hadn't had the fun of getting his rocks off even once. The sight of the unprotected girl hanging there helplessly, obviously excited him a great deal. He could hardly contain himself, he was trembling so much. There was simply nothing he could do but reach out and touch the golden fleece of her cunt.
Feeling a hand on her exposed privates once more, Barbara opened her eyes and gave a start. She had kept her eyes closed most of the time since she'd been raped so horribly by the
Pete's big prick; and except for casting a brief glance in the direction of the table upon which her friend now reposed, she'd ignored everything going on around her except for the throbbing of her own violated cunt. It still hurt like hell.
Once Peters had touched her, he wouldn't be able to stop. He knew this and just hoped that the devil woman wouldn't step in at the last minute and spoil his fun. He was so hot that he felt sure he would explode as soon as he touched this broad.
"Ohhhh," moaned Barbara. "Please don't do anything more to me. I still hurt so bad from the things that beast did to me that I can hardly stand it."
Ignoring her pleas, Louie began to systematically finger fuck his prize. Even this slightest of friction caused Barbara a great deal of pain. She just couldn't stand being touched down there. The pain was intense. Louie plunged his finger deeper into the girl. She let out a cry of pain.
Luckily, at just that moment, the door opened and the entrance of Mr. Marvin, followed by Allen and Bob Thompson, grabbed the attention of everyone in the room. Both men that followed Mr. Marvin had their hands cuffed behind their backs. Behind them came three other men, all of the same seedy variety as Pete and Charlie and Louie. The invasion immediately brought all activity in the room to a halt. There was no doubt that Mr. Marvin demanded, and got, total deference when he entered a room, or gave an order.
Looking through her legs, Alice could see her fianc', together with Bob Thompson, being led into the room. So surprised was she that she completely forgot about her exposed position, and also the humiliation of being seen like this. She had never in her life imagined that Allen would see her naked body before they were married, much less like this. And as the thought of the picture that she was presenting not only to her fianc', but also to the other men who'd come in with him, dawned on her, she again felt the deep heat of embarrassment washing over her. She couldn't stand to look at them. She was too ashamed.
Allen, himself completely dumbfounded about what was going on, didn't recognize his love at first. He saw the exposed position of the girl before him, and being a gentleman, couldn't help feeling sympathy for the unfortunate girl. But it took a moment or two before he realized who it actually was. Then, unable to control himself, the anger he'd felt within himself when he'd first been accosted by these hoodlums began to boil over.
Turning quickly, he attempted feebly to free himself. Finding that impossible, he kicked viciously in the direction of one of the men bringing up the rear. His blow landed harmlessly on empty air. But the man who had been the intended victim immediately replied by giving the handcuffed man a ferocious punch in the face, sending him sprawling on the floor.
Seeing her lover being treated so roughly, and feeling more fear for him at the moment than she did for herself, Alice cried out: "Leave him alone, you big bully!"
The sudden burst surprised everyone into silence.
"Leave him alone or you'll get into a lot of trouble," she once more repeated. Everyone just stood around gaping at the spread-eagled girl.
The utter absurdity of both the girl's statements and her current position suddenly struck home. All the people in the room, with the exception of the victims, burst into deep laughter. Even the reserved Mr. Marvin couldn't control himself and chuckled heartily along with his men. Still smiling, he walked over to where Alice lay.
"Well, well," he commented. "What have we here?"
"She still has plenty of resistance left," snickered Miss Eva.
"So I see. So I see," he answered. "What's been done so far?"
"Well, I let Pete fuck the blonde. Damn near tore her in half. She screamed so loud I know you had to hear her in the house."
Mr. Marvin nodded his head.
"Yes. I could hear someone yelling their fool head off. I didn't know who it was, though."
"It was her," answered Miss Eva rather matter-of-factly.
"Then we strung her up again and let Thor fuck the other one. She was a virgin, by the way." Then chuckling evilly, she continued, "Was is right. She's not anymore. Thor really gave it to her good. Made her bleed like hell."
"Good. Virgin, huh? Too bad. I'd have liked to have a crack at that myself." Then he shrugged his shoulders. A scowl passed over Miss Eva's face, missed by everyone except Pete. He filed it away in his simple brain as something worth remembering. He'd wanted to fuck Miss Eva for a long time, but fear of the boss, coupled with her obvious dislike for him, had kept him from it. Maybe now he had something that somehow might just work out to his advantage.
"What else?" Mr. Marvin demanded. "Well, after that I let Charlie force her to suck him off. She seemed to like it a little, by the way. Also, I gave her a little taste of the glove. She definitely didn't take to that too much, though." His laugh was sadistic.
Mr. Marvin walked over to where Alice was. Reaching out, he cupped her scarlet red breast, which still clearly showed signs of having been subjected to torture.
Fingering the full breast gently, but nonetheless causing Alice to wince a little, he nodded his head.
"Yes, so I see." Then turning to Miss Eva, he went on. "But she still won't talk, eh?"
"Not so far. I thought the dog-fucking would do the trick. But she's stubborn as hell. Any ideas?"
"Some," he replied, then fell silent.
No one in the room moved. They all waited patiently for their leader to come to some conclusion and issue his orders. Not one of them dared to suggest anything, or interrupt his train of thought. They had learned, some of them the painful way, that when the boss was thinking the best thing to do was keep their own thoughts to themselves. If he wanted anything from them, he'd ask for it.
Slowly Mr. Marvin walked around the room. He glanced briefly at the figure of Barbara hanging helplessly in the air. He gave her nude body a careful, and appreciative, once over. Valiantly, Barbara tried to close her legs a little, trying to cover herself a little. But the pain she still felt was more intense than the embarrassment she felt, so after one half-hearted attempt, she let them hang open. Mr. Marvin smiled.
Having already inspected Alice, he merely glanced at her briefly, then standing very close to her, peered at her recently violated pussy. Shaking his head as if saddened, he quickly moved on.
Allen still lay on the floor, unable to rise with his hands still cuffed behind him. He looked at Mr. Marvin, this time with a degree of apprehension. His jaw still ached from where the punch had landed solidly. He had glanced at Alice briefly, then unable to endure the sight of her being so fully exposed, had turned away. His confidence was shattered now. He felt completely incapable of helping either his fianc' or himself. He still couldn't understand what was going on.
Barbara's naked form, hanging delicately exposed had captured his imagine, however. Unable to tear his gaze away from the naked girl, he stared at her. The sight of her large, round breasts, standing firm and upright, caused a slight stirring in his own loins. He had often thought of his girl's roommate, however had been shrewd enough to keep the thoughts to himself. Although he'd never given Alice reason to display jealousy, he knew that it was present in abundance.
Aware that his girlfriend couldn't see him from where she was, however, and noting that everyone else in the room had riveted their attention on their boss, Allen could freely inspect the naked girl at his leisure. She had a more beautiful body than he'd ever imagined. His own cock began taking on form from just looking at it. He felt a little ashamed at being so depraved himself, but the sex need within him overruled his gentlemanly feelings, and his prick continued to rise.
By now Mr. Marvin had approached the still-standing Bob Thompson. Mr. Marvin was shrewd enough to know that this man also had to be broken. His part of the combination was as necessary as the other part. But he also knew enough about human nature to realize that once one was broken, the other wouldn't feel it too necessary to hold out.
He stopped in front of Bob and looked at him. The man seemingly wilted under his close scrutiny. Bob Thompson knew perfectly well what this was all about. He also felt that he wouldn't be able to hold out much under pressure. He was a slight man, not given to heroics, and had deliberately chosen banking as a profession primarily because of its more or less controlled, subdued, and gentle atmosphere. He had never imagined that he might ever be placed in a situation like this. He had always been fond of saying that if anyone ever came into the bank to rob it, all the tellers should give up their money without a struggle. After all, it was insured, he would tell them, then smile smugly. He had officially protected them, and at the same time given himself a perfectly safe outlet in the event that such a thing ever occurred.
Bob Thompson was also aware, however, that the money in the bank at present wasn't insured. Although he wasn't particularly a brave man, he was loyal. He had decided on the way out here that he would to the best of his ability resist anything they might decide to do to him. At the very least he would pick up several bumps and bruises, so that he might show off his battle scars later to prove that he'd at least tried to resist, but at the last minute been unable to stand any more. He was sure that the girl, Alice, wouldn't hold out very long, and once she'd capitulated, he would gallantly hold out a little longer and then give in. After all, the money may not be insured but it certainly wasn't worth him getting himself killed, or badly maimed over. Besides, even if the bank might go under, he'd compiled a very good record and felt sure that he wouldn't be held responsible. He doubted he'd have any trouble at all finding another job. The trouble with the insurance thing was the fault of the president anyway. Not his.
Unable to look directly at Mr. Marvin anymore, Bob Thompson dropped his gaze and stared at the floor. I hope they don't really hurt me, he thought to himself. I don't know if I could stand it or not.
Mr. Marvin in the meantime knew that he'd found the weak link in the chain. He had to break this man. He'd be the easiest. Looking the situation over carefully, he decided to leave the matter in the hands of Eva for the time being. She enjoyed doing little things like this, he knew, and he saw no reason to deprive her of her fun. Besides, after she'd had a session like this, she'd be much more fun in bed. He did like her in bed. She'd always excited him that way. But that wasn't the only reason he kept her with him, and allowed her complete control over his men. She was smart too. Damned smart. There was something almost uncanny in the way she could spot a potential deal. He'd learned long ago that before he put his stamp of approval on any operation, he'd talk it over with her first. If she turned thumbs down, he wouldn't touch it with a ten foot pole.
She seldom said no. But he'd learned that when she said no, it was best. On the two occasions that she had, both times those who'd brought the idea to him had found someone else to carry it out. In both instances the deal had turned sour. He was fond of saying that it was probably because he hadn't been around to give his genius for organization and getting things done, but deep down inside he really didn't believe it to be true. She was uncanny, that was all. Uncanny.
It was therefore with a slight amount of uneasiness that he remembered that she'd expressed some doubts about this operation once it was discovered that the man who had the whole combination had managed to get out of their grasp. When he'd reminded her that she would be the one in charge of getting the information out of the other two, she'd been slightly mollified, but she still hadn't actually given her complete approval. But he reasoned that she must be going along with it or she wouldn't be here now. That made him feel somewhat better. Still, he felt uncomfortable.
Just then she walked up beside him. She also stood there looking at Bob Thompson. Deciding to wait and let her make her own judgment, Mr. Marvin remained silent. If she felt the same as he did and expressed it, he would feel much better. He watched her from the corner of his eye, "You must be Mr. Thompson," she finally spoke.
Startled, Bob Thompson looked up. He felt instantly relieved. Surely a beautiful woman like this couldn't mean him or anyone else any harm. The steady rise and fall of her large breasts caught his eye. He displayed a slight curling of the lips and hoped that no one had noticed.
"Are you Mr. Thompson?" she questioned again, this time her voice even softer.
"Y-y-yes," he stammered.
"There's no need for you to be frightened," she comforted him.
He immediately blushed, embarrassed that she realized that he was so scared he felt like shitting his pants.
"After all," she went on, her voice low and pleasing, "I don't want to hurt you. No one here does for that matter. All we want is the combination to the safe. Now we know that you have half of it-" and turning in the direction of Alice and gesturing with her arm, went on-"and she has the other half. Before we're through, we are going to have both halves. Of course how we get them is more or less up to you. If you cooperate, things will go much easier for you. But if you don't..." her voice trailed off.
Still looking at her face, Bob saw her smile. He misinterpreted her smile for one of friendship. He smiled back. Surely there would be nothing to fear from this beautiful woman. The only one he had to worry about was that awful Mr. Marvin. He didn't like the look in his eye. He didn't like it one bit. That man was terrible. He felt that there was nothing he would stop at in order to get the information he wanted. He was really afraid of the man. The woman was speaking again.
"Like I was saying, all we want is the combination to the safe. I'm sure you're willing to cooperate. Aren't you, Mr. Thompson?"
Bob Thompson almost hated himself for what he was going to have to say. He just couldn't bear denying this beautiful woman anything she asked. But he did have to put up a front, didn't he? After all, all these other people were here and they would certainly tell the authorities on him if he were to come right out and tell. But maybe the beautiful girl would manage to get him alone. Then he would gladly tell all he knew. Alone, that is.
"I-I'm sorry, Miss," he finally blurted out. "But I can't tell you what you want to know. After all, I am an officer of the bank, and there are certain responsibilities that I have to fulfill. I'm sure you understand." He smiled at her and looked deeply into her eyes, trying desperately to convey to her the message that he would be willing to talk to her alone. He failed to get any response.
"That's too bad, Mr. Thompson," the girl cooed. "And here I was hoping that you and I could be great friends." Then, sighing as if she dreaded having to give the order, she commanded, "String him up!"
Bob Thompson's eyes bulged. He had been used to watching the late late show. To him, "string him up," meant a hanging. He couldn't believe that this beautiful woman would actually let these brutes hang him. He was so scared however, that when he tried to protest, all that came out was a strangled cry.
Roughly, two of the three men who'd brought him and Allen there grabbed him and pulled him over to where Barbara dangled. Unlocking his handcuffs, they quickly pulled his arms over his head and in seconds he was firmly shackled. He heard the sound of a motor somewhere in the distance, then he felt himself being hoisted aloft.
It had all happened so quickly that he found himself dangling beside Barbara before he could regain his voice. Then, realizing that they actually weren't going to literally hang him, he calmed enough to retain his composure. He decided that the best thing to do now would be wait and see. There was plenty of time.
Miss Eva now stood over the prostrate form of Allen. She gazed down at the man. She liked what she saw. He was tall, lean, and well-built. He was also handsome. Not as handsome as Mr. Marvin, but certainly passably so. Still looking at him, she spoke again.
"Chain this one to the wall over there."
The two men who'd just completed hoisting Bob immediately reached down and pulled Allen to his feet. Then half-dragging him, they completed the task that Miss Eva had ordered. Soon Allen also was helplessly shackled to the wall, although at least his feet were still touching the ground.
Seeing that Miss Eva apparently had everything under control, Mr. Marvin began walking toward the exit. Then he stopped and called to her. She went to him.
"I think the Thompson guy is the one to work on," he said to her very low.
"Oh?" she questioned.
"Don't you?"
"Maybe. What about the Allen fellow? After all, he is the other dame's boyfriend. That might make her crack."
"Yeah, but the Thompson guy will be the easiest to break."
"That still gives us only half the combination."
"The dame will break once Thompson goes."
"Maybe. But I'm not so sure."
"What makes you say that?"
"She hasn't broken yet, has she?"
"Maybe you ain't used the right thing."
"If seeing her friend fucked horribly, then getting fucked by a dog, and having to suck Charlie off, isn't going to break her, I'm sure seeing Thompson break won't do it."
"Hmmmmmmm. I see what you mean."
"Right. But seeing me work on her boyfriend just might turn the trick."
"Then what?"
"Like you said. Once she breaks, Thompson will be easy pickings. He'll wilt."
"Yeah! Well, OK baby. It's your party. Run it the way you think best. Just one thing, though. I want that information and I want it fast. Understand?"
"Sure, sure, lover. Just leave everything to little Eva. Has she ever failed you?"
"Never," he smiled back. Then, the smile disappearing from his face, he went on. "Let's not make this the first time. This is a big job. There's a lot of loot in that bank. I want it."
"Don't worry, lover. I'll get the combination for you. You just go on back in the house and leave everything to me. I'll concentrate on breaking the dame first. Once I have that part of it you can come back and finish off Thompson if you want to. Personally, I think the little son-of-a-bitch might be a faggot."
"No," answered Mr. Marvin, at the same time looking over her shoulder at Thompson hanging beside Barbara. "I don't think so. Saw him looking at those broads like any other guy would. He might be a weak little creep, but he ain't no faggot."
"Hmmmmm. Maybe you're right. I did catch him kinda eyeing me a little." After saying this, she watched the quick anger rise in his eyes. She knew he was jealous, and she liked it like that. But every once in awhile she just wanted to remind him that there were other men in the world too.
"I'll cut the bastard's cock off if I catch him trying to fuck around with you," he spat out venomously.
Miss Eva merely laughed. She came into his arms and kissed him. The feel of his lips excited her. She thought of Allen.
Wondering what kind of cock he had she suddenly became impatient to find out. Pushing Mr. Marvin playfully away from her, she smiled and said, "OK lover. I'm convinced. He won't get a chance at me." Her eyes twinkled.
"Damned right, he won't. And don't you-" his voice trailed off. He realized then that she'd been baiting him. Eva wouldn't have anything to do with a creep like that if her life depended on it. Knowing this, he suddenly became angry. Without another word, he turned and stalked from the barn.
Miss Eva, smiling, watched him go. Once he disappeared into the house she turned her attention back to the room. Very quickly she took in the sight. Bob Thompson and Barbara hung by their arms, their feet dangling from the floor. Alice was still on the table, spread-eagled. She noticed that Allen, chained to the wall with his arms straight out, was now looking at Alice. She decided to have a little fun first.
"Your name is Allen. Is that right?"
Allen just stared at her defiantly. She was glad that he wasn't the one she'd have to break. He'd be tough. But Alice was the kind of girl that might let herself and her friend be used, but she wasn't the kind to stand by while someone else made off with all the goodies as far as her boyfriend was concerned. Then too, he was the type who just might try to persuade Alice to tell them what she knew in order to protect her from any further harm. She decided to test out this theory.
"All right. If you don't want to talk, you don't have to."
Allen's look of defiance turned to one of suspicion.
"No, you needn't say a word if you don't want to. I'll do all the talking. You might not have heard what the boys and your girlfriend have been up to. She seemed to like it real well."
"That's a lie, Allen," Alice cried out. "That's a damned lie. I haven't done anything. They've forced me to." She finished in sobs.
"That's her story," laughed Miss Eva. "Of course I didn't expect her to let you in on the secret. But I'll tell you one thing. The way she was sucking away at Charlie's cock sure as hell didn't look to me like she was being forced."
"Yeah," leered Charlie.
"Scum," spat out Allen. "I don't believe a word you're saying. You're all perverts and degenerates." He spat at them.
The spit just barely missed Miss Eva. The smile she'd had frozen on her face suddenly changed to a mask, impassive. She advanced on Allen. He stared right back at her, his defiant look back again. She smiled at him slightly, although this time even he could see the cruelty in it.
"That wasn't nice, lover," she said, her voice cold. "I guess maybe I'll just have to teach you some manners."
Seductively, she reached out her hand, never letting her eyes leave his. By feel, she found his zipper, and slowly pulled it down. She would show him who was boss here. He might be a damned good-looking man, and strong-willed too, but if she let him get away with too much, she'd be asking for trouble. If the others saw that he could defy her and get away with it, it just might give them some backbone, face at what she was doing. Quickly, she reached inside his pants and found his cock. It was hard. She thought it might be. It was big, too. Good. This was going to be fun.
Reaching into his shorts, she pulled his cock and balls free, displaying them vulgarly. Her body was blocking from view what she was doing, so the others couldn't see. Straining again against her bonds, Alice tried in vain to get into a position where she could see what this devil-woman was up to. She'd clearly heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down. She couldn't bear the thought of this bitch seeing, much less touching something she herself hadn't even allowed herself to see or touch.
After freeing Allen's organs from the confinements of his shorts, Miss Eva deliberately moved aside so that the others could see what she'd accomplished. She was pleased when she heard Alice let out a strangled gasp. She'd been right. The girl just might crack to protect her man from being set upon, particularly if he was being pleasured by another woman.
"You demon," Alice screamed. "You whore. Let him alone. Do you hear me? Let him alone. He doesn't know anything. Get your dirty hands off him. Oh, Allen," she wailed.
Embarrassed, his organs vulgarly displayed for all to see, Allen could only hang his head, unable to talk. Even more humiliating than being displayed like this was the fact that he had such an awful hard-on. He felt that he was somehow being unfaithful to Alice. But he couldn't help it. The woman's hands had been warm, and she'd expertly caressed him. Even if it was against his will, he still couldn't help feeling that he had let Alice down.
Now that everyone had a good look, Miss Eva once more took hold of his cock. It was nice. She felt her own cunt juices beginning to build. Of course for right now, she couldn't do anything about it. If she dared to give vent to what she wanted, one of the men who'd been after her before would be sure to tell Marvin on her. She knew that the man loved her in his way, but she was smart enough never to push him too far. He could be one hell of a mean bastard when he wanted to.
However, once she'd got the information he wanted, she didn't think it would be too hard to convince him to leave her here to guard their prisoners, while he and the boys went to town and did the job. Then she'd have all the time she wanted to do anything she wanted. That would be just fine. Therefore, the sooner she got the information, the sooner she could have her own fun.
The sound of Alice's sobs reached her. The girl was thrashing about wildly in her bonds, in more anguish at the sight of what Miss Eva was doing to Allen's cock than she'd been at the feel of her own torture. If Miss Eva knew women, she was sure that even though Alice and Barbara were the best of friends, there would still be a slight spark of jealousy lurking somewhere within Alice that she might be able to kindle. After all, the blonde wasn't exactly the most unattractive girl in the world.
"My, my," she purred. "What a nice cock you have."
"Bitch! Pervert! Whore!" shrieked Alice.
Miss Eva only laughed.
"Please," whispered Allen, his head still down.
"What?" she said mockingly. "I'm sorry I didn't hear you. Repeat it." Allen said nothing.
"I said repeat it," Miss Eva again repeated, her voice becoming hard. Still Allen said nothing.
Letting go of Allen's cock, a cruel smile playing at the corners of her mouth, Miss Eva reached down and grasped his balls. She hefted them in her hands, marveling at the size of them. They were taut and hard. Full of good sperm, she thought to herself. Good. That'll make it just that much more painful. I've got to teach him not to be so damned uppity. If he manages to defy me too much I might as well forget about breaking any of the others.
Slowly she began to close her hand around the two globes. At first Allen continued looking at the ground. But as the pressure continued to increase he looked up, his face beginning to show signs of pain. Still Miss Eva squeezed her hand together, all the while looking him straight in the face.
"I told you to repeat it," she said viciously. Allen's only answer was a continuing distortions of his face, as the pain became even more intense. Miss Eva squeezed some more.
Alice, seeing what the devil-woman was doing to her beloved Allen, wailed even louder.
"Scum! Pig! Tramp!" she screeched. "If I weren't tied down like this I'd tear every hair in your head out. You leave Allen alone. Slut!"
Miss Eva made mental note to remember to pay little Alice back for her stream of insults. Pay her back in spades. But for right now she had to break this man. At least bend him a little. But as she squeezed harder and still harder, he still didn't utter a sound. She began to worry that the fool might actually force her to rupture his beautiful balls, rather than repeat what she'd already heard him say. Fortunately, at just that second the threshold of Allen's endurance for this particular test was reached.
"I said 'please' ", he hissed from between tightly clenched teeth. Smiling happily at him, Miss Eva released his painfully compressed testicles. Allen let out a loud swoosh of a sigh, the pain being relieved, but some of it still throbbed within him.
"That's better lover. Now was that so hard?"
Allen just looked at her.
Once more the look of annoyance crossed her face. She reached again for his balls.
Realizing that such petty attempts at foiling the woman were useless, Allen decided that it would be better to preserve his strength for the much more grueling and important tests that would be sure to come.
"No," he said quietly.
She smiled up at him, the advance of her hand suddenly detouring away from his balls and falling on his prick once more.
"Fine lover, you're learning."
"Not really," he answered hostilely
"Of course you are," she soothed. "I'm sure that under the right circumstances we could be real good friends."
"Shitass! Crud! Scumbag! Wench!" Alice yelped, hearing her tormentor making passes at her man. "You no good bastard bitch. Just wait till I get my hands on you. Ohhh! Just you wait." Alice collapsed in a rash of sobs. Regaining her composure, she once again launched into Miss Eva. "You syphilis-eaten old cunt-lapper. I'll pull those black hairs out by their brown roots. I'll scratch your eyes out! Get your damned dirty hands off him. You hear me? Damned you to hell and back, don't you touch him."
"My, my," Miss Eva laughed. "Seems that little Miss High and Mighty is a trifle upset about something. I wonder what could be getting her so worked up?" She finished the last with a trail of high pitched laughter.
The helpless Alice, knowing that she could do nothing to keep this demon from working her will on Allen, collapsed into sobs, that wracked her whole body. She had been able to withstand the torment of having her friend Barbara horribly raped. Her courage hadn't failed her when she'd realized that she was going to be the victim of a dog fuck, and she hadn't even faltered when forced to think of some slut like Miss Eva fondling Allen's tool was more than she should have to take, she reasoned. Fuck the bank! Fuck their damned money. She didn't have to allow some whore to make love to her man just to save them their lousy money.
Had Miss Eva only known this, she might have gotten her answer right then. But just at that moment the remembrance of the multitude of insults that had been heaped upon her head by the girl struck home. Her face suddenly turned verydark. She'd show this little bitch who was boss.
Letting go of Allen's rod, rather reluctantly, she advanced upon the sobbing girl. Alice had just started to open her mouth and ask if Miss Eva would call Mr. Marvin and guarantee all of them that they wouldn't be subjected to any more mistreatment or sexual abuse when the devil-lady struck.
She had taken off the sandpaper glove and stuffed it into her belt. As she'd walked over to the girl, she'd quickly put it back on. Then, without notice or warning, she lashed out, scrapping Alice's inside thighs viciously. The girl shrieked out her pain. like lightening, Miss Eva ripped down the inside of the other thigh, bringing forth still another harsh scream of pain.
The pain served to shock Alice just enough to bring her back to her senses. Deep in her heart, she felt that even if she were to capitulate to the demands of this horrible woman she still wouldn't keep her from doing as she wished with her Allen.
Miss Eva then rammed three fingers of the sandpaper glove up into Alice's unprotected cunt. Rapidly, she rotated her wrist, bringing to Alice such excruciating pain that her screams of pain filled every corner of the huge room.
At first the action had caught Allen totally unprepared. He hadn't dreamed that anything like this had happened. He knew that something horrible had probably been done to his beloved, and that she had probably been raped was almost a certainty. But he could forgive her for all of that. He still loved her. And while he still didn't know what this was all about he was sure that Alice had a good reason for having let it happen. He trusted her. He loved her. He knew that whatever it was that she was doing was for the best. She certainly wouldn't have let anyone rape Barbara, especially the way it was described unless there was some reason so overwhelming that almost anything would be justified.
But the terrible screams that he now heard coming from the very depths of his fianc''s soul were more than he could bear. Nothing, no matter how important, could justify in his mind what was going on.
"Stop! Stop!" he cried out. But the anguished cries of the tortured girl drowned out his pleas.
Again Allen cried out. Just then Miss Eva once more viciously twisted her wrist. Another agonized screech of pain ripped through the air.
By now Alice was thrashing about on her bed of torment in utter agony. She had never before dreamt that such pain and agony were possible. The devil-woman was determined to tear her very insides out. Of this she was certainly sure. She just knew she was going to die any second. Again she felt the horrible laceration rip through her. Her screams were coming so fast now that she almost strangled, and the result was a gurgled, spitting, coughing groan.
All eyes were on what was going on in the middle of the room. Even some of the gang members doubted if the girl would live through it. They themselves had never heard such cries of anguish.
Fortunately for Alice, she could no longer bear the suffering. She passed out. Her form became limp, sagging against her bonds. Her cries were stilled.
The sudden stillness in the room was deafening. After the horrible sounds, Alice had been making the silence was almost a roar. Even Miss Eva was shocked back to her senses. She really hadn't meant to go that far. She looked at the girl anxiously. What if she had actually killed her? Marvin would skin her alive if she had.
Frantically, she withdrew the gloved hand. The movement brought forth a muscular reaction from the unconscious girl. Miss Eva heaved a sigh of relief. At least she was only unconscious. She'd come around soon enough. But it was inconvenient. She'd wanted to get the information from Alice first. She was sure that she wouldn't have much trouble getting it from Thompson. But she'd just have to go on to him. She couldn't waste time.
A smile touched her lips as she thought of a little fun she could have with him, however. She would get the information she wanted, and at the same time enjoy herself.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Jesus," muttered Charlie lowly. "Did you see that?"
"Yea," answered Pete, his voice a little unsteady. "I saw. Man, I'd hate to ever have to tangle with that one. She'd tear your liver out and feed it to you. Raw!"
"You better believe it man," answered Louie. "Shh, here she comes."
Miss Eva, confident now that Alice was all right, and had only passed out, sauntered over to where Bob Thompson hung. She controlled herself, although it took a great deal of effort, when she saw the look of pure terror in his eyes. She'd have to go easy on him just to keep him from either spilling everything he knew before she'd had her fun, or having a stroke right there on the spot.
Standing directly in front of him now, she looked straight into his face. He was white as a sheet. She saw his Adam's apple working furiously. He wanted to talk so bad he couldn't stand it. But his throat was so dry and constricted that he couldn't speak. She stared at him.
"All right," she said quickly. "Now it's your turn. See that girl hanging beside you?" She indicated Barbara.
Panic stricken, the man could only nod.
"Well, you can save her a lot of humiliation. All you have to do is tell me what I want to know. If you don't-" she trailed off, then looking at Barbara, who hearing the woman mention her had suddenly taken a great deal of interest, went on. "If you don't I'm going to make her get down and suck you off, right here in front of all of us. Do you want to force her to do such a thing? Do you want that on your conscience? Well?"
The look of relief on Thompson's face was so evident that Miss Eva was unable to control a slight grin. He was so glad that what she had in mind wouldn't cause him pain that some of the color had even begun to drain back into his face. Of course she knew that he wasn't about to tell her. Especially not with the thought of having the blonde hanging beside him suck him off. After all, such a little weasel as him probably couldn't have such a thing happen to him unless something like this came along. He wouldn't be the kind to let it pass by for the world.
Miss Eva also knew, especially after having seen his face, that all that would be necessary to get him to talk, would be for her to approach him with the sandpaper glove on and threaten to use it on his cock. The bastard would shit all over himself trying to tell her what she wanted to know. But since she would have to wait for Alice to come to before she could put the rest of her plan into effect, she decided that she would have a little fun while waiting. Also she was curious whether or not the girl had reached the point that she would obey without too much argument. Especially if the alternative to sucking Thompson's cock was having Peters' fuck her again.
Reaching out quickly, she undid Thompson's belt and zipper and his pants fell down about his knees. In one swift motion, she yanked his shorts down also.
Why the old reprobate, she quickly thought to herself. He's got a pretty hefty piece of meat hanging there after all. And plenty hard too. She reached for it. She wondered how such a gorgeous cock had ever gotten on someone as obviously incapable of using it.
Barbara in the meantime, realizing that Alice had passed out, quickly became aware that she would once more become the center of attention. The soreness of her cunt was still making itself well known, and she dreaded the thought of being horribly used again.
Her gaze wandered to Thompson's prick. She too was amazed at the size of it. She had often seen Mr. Thompson at the bank when she'd gone there to see Alice. She'd really never thought too much about him. He hadn't interested her in the least. Certainly not sexually. But seeing his cock, rock hard and ready for action, terrified her now. She hadn't heard Miss Eva state that she would have to suck it. All she could think of was being fucked by it. The thought made her shudder. The huge meat would hurt her. She just knew it would. She began to sob softly.
"Shut up," snapped Miss Eva to the terror-stricken girl. "Shut up," she again repeated. "Or I'll let Peters have you again."
The mere mention of Peters was enough to freeze the sound of the sob in Barbara's throat. As much as she was afraid of being hurt by Thompson's surprisingly large cock, the thought of her cunt once more being invaded by the giant prick of the beast who'd used her before was more than she could stand.
"Let her down," commanded Miss Eva.
Quickly two of the men rushed to comply. It was only seconds before she was standing beside Miss Eva, her tear-streaked face hanging down.
"All right, Mr. Thompson," Miss Eva queried. "What's it going to be? Are you going to let this poor little girl have to suck on your cock? Or are you going to tell me what I want to know?"
At the news that she would be forced to mouth Mr. Thompson's organ, Barbara at first felt a surge of relief. At least her poor aching cunt would be spared. Then, revulsion gathering in her as she realized the distasteful thing that was awaiting her if Mr. Thompson refused to answer Miss Eva, she looked at him pleadingly.
Thompson, summoning every ounce of will-power he possessed to try and look sad and dejected, while at the same time his prick throbbed in anticipation, looked back at her.
"I'm sorry, Barbara," he said. "You saw what Alice was willing to go through. I just can't tell. I hate to be the one to have to be the instrument you'll have to do such a terrible thing to. But there is nothing I can do."
Once more Barbara sobbed.
"Very well," Miss Eva said. "Is that your final word? You are not willing to spare this child?"
"I'm sorry, Barbara. Truly I am."
The sincerity in his voice almost convinced even Miss Eva. Maybe the old reprobate is sorry about it. Even though he wants to feel this young girl sucking him off, the sight of her sorrow just might be touching him. If so, she was sure any sorrow or doubts would quickly flee once he felt her hot mouth on his cock.
"All right, Barbara," Miss Eva announced threateningly. "Suck him."
"Oh please! Don't make me do it. Please. I've never done such a thing before. Please spare me." She began to wail.
"Suck it, I said," commanded Miss Eva.
"I beg you-"
She was cut short. The stinging slap across the face that Miss Eva delivered shut her up. She just stood there, looking at the woman with a look of complete surprise on her face. She had almost been hysterical. The slap across the face had shaken her out of it.
"I said suck his cock, and I mean suck his cock. Do you understand me?"
"I can't!" cried Barbara. "I'll get sick. You don't want me to get sick, do you?"
"I don't give a shit if you puke your guts out," replied Miss Eva. "I'm going to give you one last chance. Are you going to get down and suck him off or not?"
Barbara just stood there and stared at the woman, not moving a muscle, and completely unable to answer.
"Peters," Miss Eva called out.
The dreaded name shook Barbara out of her lethargy.
"Yes, ma'am," replied Peters.
"I guess she prefers to have your cock in her cunt, instead of Thompson's in her mouth. Come here and give it to her again. Guess she didn't find it so big after all."
"No, no," screamed Barbara. "I'll do it. I'll suck him off. Anything. Only don't let him put that thing in me again. I'll suck him off. I'll do anything you say. See? Look! I'm going to suck him. See?"
The terrified girl grasped Thompson's cock in her hand and opened her mouth. Out of the corner of her eye she watched as Peters continued to move toward her. Frantically she shoved more than half of the huge prick into her mouth and began to noisily suck on it. Faster and faster she moved it in and out of her mouth, all the while watching the still-advancing Peters from the corner of her eye.
It was with relief that she heard Miss Eva command Peters to stop. She saw the look of disappointment on his face. She realized that he had been looking forward to ramming his huge cock into her again. The memory of what it had done to her before passed before her eyes. It helped her to suck at Mr. Thompson's prick even faster. Anything. Anything at all, she'd do anything under the sun to keep from being impaled on that thing again.
Thompson in the meantime had begun to groan. The feeling of having a young girl's mouth on his cock was wonderful. He'd only had a feeling like that when he'd been able to hide enough money to pay one of the women in town to do it for him. He'd never had a woman do it for him without paying her for it. Not, that is, except when he'd been younger. Even then, although most of the girls had liked the idea of his having a pretty good-sized prick, they hadn't liked him enough to go out with him more than once. After they'd once had him, they wanted nothing more to do with him.
But now he had a young girl sucking merrily, and willingly away at his prick. It was out of the world. And he couldn't really be blamed for it happening either. After all, all he was doing was protecting the bank's money. They couldn't blame him for that.
The taste of the prick in her mouth was unpleasant to Barbara. The fact that the cock belonged to someone she knew, and who knew her, was even more unpleasant. She knew that she would never again be able to look him in the face again. Also, she would never, never in a thousand years, be willing to forgive him for making her do this. She hated him. She wished she could bite into his prick. But the fear of the giant prick that was waiting for her if she should disobey Miss Eva was even more hateful to her. The thought of what it would do to her already ruined cunt-well, she began renewing her effort to suck on the meat in her mouth. She'd make this bastard come so much that Miss Eva would never let Peters fuck her with that awful thing again. She'd do anything that Miss Eva told her to. Anything. Just so long as she didn't have to take that thing in her cunt again. Anything.
"Well, Mr. Thompson. Aren't you ashamed of yourself for making a poor girl like that suck you off? Don't you feel just terrible?" mocked Miss Eva.
"Yes I do," replied Thompson, between passionate moans.
"Then why don't you tell us what we want to know and end her ordeal?"
"I wish I could. But I can't."
"Yes you can. Try."
"I can't. I have to protect the bank."
"What about protecting a poor helpless and innocent girl? Doesn't she count?"
"Of course she does. But I just can't betray my trust."
"Do you think she gives a damn about your trust?"
"I don't-ohhhh-know."
"I'll bet she doesn't. She'd rather you told us what we want to know and let her stop sucking on her prick."
"I guess ahhhh so. But I ohhhh j u s t ahhhh can't. Please f o r o h h h f o rgive me Barbara. I ohhh wouldn't make-ahhh-you do ummmm-anything-ohhh-like this for-ummm-the world-ohhh."
"Then why don't you save her? Just tell me what I want to know and I'll let her stop."
Miss Eva was enjoying herself immensely. The old reprobate phony was having a ball; all the while he pretended that he would rather it wasn't happening. As for herself, she liked the feeling of utter and total power she had over both of them. She watched while Barbara continued to slurp at his prick.
"You know that I'm going to make her suck on your cock until you shoot your come into her mouth, don't you?"
"You-ugghhhh-wouldn't-ummmmm-dare!"
"You know better than that, don't you? And then I'm going to make her swallow it. All of it."
Her eyes began to gleam as she realized that her words were adding still more fuel to the fires of desire within him. She could hear his breath coming so hard now that she knew that his climax was only seconds away.
"Do you want to be responsible for having a poor little innocent girl like this having to swallow your come?"
"Of-ahhhh-course not."
"Well, OK. If you insist. You seem like a pretty nice guy after all. All right, Barbara. You can stop."
Barbara couldn't believe that she'd heard right. She kept sucking away as she looked at Miss Eva, waiting for her to repeat her command. She was fearful of stopping lest she had just heard the words spoken only in her mind out of wishful thinking.
"I said stop!" Miss Eva repeated again, this time louder and sharper.
Immediately Barbara obeyed.
The look on Thompson's face was incredible. He had been so close to coming, and so sure that nothing in the world was going to prevent it, that his face had contorted in pain. He looked at Miss Eva with soulful eyes, like those of a pet dog that begged to be allowed to continue what it had been doing. So worked up had he been, that he had actually begun to have convulsions once his plaything had been taken away.
"You should thank Mr. Thompson for successfully talking me out of it, my dear," Miss Eva mocked. "After all, if it hadn't been for him you'd still be down there sucking away. And by now your mouth would probably be full of come. So thank the nice man for sparing you."
"Thank you, Mr. Tho-" She was stopped cold by the sight of his face. Why the old son-of-a-bitch. He was having a ball having me suck him off. That's what he wanted all along. Oh, I wish I'd have bit him.
Miss Eva clearly saw that Barbara had caught onto her little game. But she wasn't completely satisfied as yet. She wanted to make sure that she remembered.
"I said thank him. You don't seem to be very happy that he spared you. Does she Mr. Thompson? Maybe you'd like to finish him off? Hummm?"
"Thank you, thank you," Barbara stammered quickly. "Thank you very much, Mr. Thompson. I really appreciate your sparing
Miss Eva laughed out loud.
Thompson in the meantime was in real pain. His cock was almost on fire, and the sperm deep within him had been brought so close to the boiling point that it still bubbled. He hated this devil woman for what she'd done. She'd known all along what she was doing. She'd never intended to let him come in Barbara's mouth. Not for one moment. The bitch.
"Well, Mr. Thompson," Miss Eva said. "Since you've seen fit to spare Barbara from any further torture for the moment I guess it'll be up to you to take her place."
The menace in her voice was unmistakable. The hatred he had only a moment before felt for the woman turned quickly to fear. He didn't know what she had planned. But there was one thing for sure. He wouldn't like it. At least he didn't think he would like it.
"Let him down," she commanded.
Quickly the others moved to obey.
Once his feet once more touched the floor, Thompson looked about apprehensively. He was just about to talk when he noticed Allen looking straight at him. There was a look on his face that he couldn't quite understand. Maybe he was convinced that he had had to do what he'd done. Maybe he wasn't. Either way, Thompson knew that for the moment he couldn't talk. If he did, then he was sure that later Allen would tell everything he knew and make clear that Thompson had given in before anything was really done to him. Outside of having let a girl suck him off, that is. He could just see what kind of a story the papers would make of that. He wished desperately that the woman would take him out of there. Get him alone and then he could tell everything he knew, without tipping his hand.
"Well, Mr. Thompson," she said, "you're a brave man. Being willing to put yourself in the girl's place is very noble of yourself. But it really isn't going to do much good. Why don't you save us all a lot of trouble and open up?"
"I can't," he said, barely loud enough for them to hear. His knees were trembling so hard that had it not been for the manacles still connected to his arms he might have fallen.
"Very well," she sighed. "Undo him and bring him over to the barrel."
As they unfastened the shackles, Thompson sagged for a moment. They had to half drag him over to the barrel. Getting their cue from Miss Eva they laid him over it, face down. Once more she motioned and he felt them pulling his pants and shorts, which still dangled about his ankles, off.
He looked about desperately, trying to see what it was they were going to do to him. He couldn't make head or tail out of it. He was lying across a rather ordinary-looking barrel. The barrel was supported by a pair of crisscross sawhorses. There was a crank on one side of it, although there was no indication of what the crank was for.
"Fasten him down," he heard the woman command, then felt a strong hand grasp him by the wrists and ankles, and moments later was securely fastened both fore and aft by more manacles.
"Tell me, Mr. Thompson," she said to him as she stood in front of him. There was a smile playing gently around her lips. He once more felt safe. Surely anything so beautiful and perfect wouldn't hurt anyone.
"Tell me," she repeated. "How are your bowels moving?"
The question caught him off guard. No one, not even his mother, had asked him such a question since he'd been a child. He could only stare at her dumbly.
"Not too good, huh?" she answered for him. "Well, don't worry. We have something that will help them out nicely."
With that she walked away and out of his field of vision. He strained desperately to follow her. What in the world did she have in mind? And what did his bowel movements have to do with anything?
Then he saw one of the men bringing up a large tank. It was on rollers. A thin hose, with an enema-shaped attachment, hung from the side. He suddenly realized what was planned and struggled briefly against his bonds. It was no use. He once more glanced at the tank. This time he saw that she was also standing beside it, the hose in her hand.
"Well, Mr. Thompson?" she asked. "Ready to talk? Or would you rather get this rather special enema that we've prepared for you? Actually all it is is a little hot water-" She paused teasing, "and turpentine."
At the mention of the word 'turpentine', Thompson once again began to thrash about. He glanced over his shoulder again trying to follow everything that was being done. He wanted to tell everything so badly that he could barely contain himself. But just then he once more caught sight of Allen watching him closely. From the look in his eye he knew without a doubt that the man was waiting to see if he'd talk. After all, it had been his girl that they had been working on before. And she hadn't broken. Damn her. If only she'd broken then he'd be perfectly free to tell what he knew. If only they'd take him out where he could be alone.
"No? Well, then I guess you leave me no choice," Miss Eva said. "Hold the cheeks of his ass open, boys. By the way, Thompson, I'm only going to put the hose in your ass. The boys will give you the enema. After I get it in you I'm coming around there and let you occupy yourself while you're getting it. So just be patient."
"Wait," Thompson yelled.
"Yes," questioned Miss Eva, afraid that the bastard was going to give in before she had had her fun.
"I don't know the combination. The President changed it just before he left. He's the only one who knows it now." He hoped his desperate lie would save him the agony of getting a turpentine enema."
"Oh, really now, Mr. Thompson. Do you really expect me to fall for something like that? I mean after all." She laughed loudly, pleased that he had at least begun to show a little spunk andingenuity. Maybe this wouldn't be such a dull thing after all. She'd already decided that she was going to make him lick her cunt while he was getting the enema. The better he licked, the less turpentine. The poorer he licked. ... !
"But it's true, I tell you. Why do you think poor Alice hasn't broken down and told you yet. It's because she doesn't know. The money that's in the bank now is special. That's what you're after isn't it? Well, the bank President changed the combination just before he left, and to make sure no one got it from him, he took off. He won't be back before Monday morning. That's the truth."
The earnest way in which the man pleaded his case almost had Miss Eva wondering. It was just possible, she thought. After all, it would be a foolproof way of making sure that nothing happened to the money.
Then she remembered Alice. If that were true she would know about it. She would have already told her the story in an attempt to save herself and her friend. Very clever. She suddenly almost had some respect for the man named Thompson. He had almost made her stop what she was doing and investigate his story. Very clever indeed. She turned up the dial on the turpentine control. Let's see how clever he thinks this is, she chuckled to herself.
"I said spread his cheeks," she commanded again.
At once Thompson felt rough hands on the cheeks of his ass, then felt them being pulled apart. His ruse hadn't worked. He still tried again.
"But I tell you I don't know the combination anymore. You must believe me. Now there is no way you can get it from either me or Alice. No matter what you do to us you'll just be wasting your time. We can tell you a lot of phony numbers if you want. We can tell you the old combination. But it won't work, I tell you. Just wait. Just wait until Alice comes around. Ask her if you don't believe me. Just ask her. Let's wait until she comes to, and you can ask her."
"Sure, Mr. Thompson, sure," Miss Eva soothed. "We'll do just that. We'll wait until Alice comes to and we'll ask her. But in the meantime we'll help out your bowel condition a little." Her laughter peeled through the room.
"But I-ouch," Thompson yelped.
The enema attachment pierced the tight brown of his ass-hole and began to slide upward in him. He struggled vainly, trying to dislodge the unwelcome intruder, no avail.
"Of course you can stop all this if you want to, Mr. Thompson. All you have to do is tell me what I want to know." At that she gave the hose another viciously hard shove, and it buried itself to the hilt in his ass.
"Ohhhhh! I've already told you. I don't know the combination."
"Liar," she spat out. "Just for that I'm going to increase the turpentine dosage."
"No, don't! Please. I wasn't lying."
"The more you lie, the more turpentine you're going to get. Just keep it up, big boy."
Defeated, and knowing that if he tried further to lie his way out of the enema it would only result in his getting still more turpentine squirted up his ass, Thompson fell silent. He waited.
"When I give the word, give him a squirt," Miss Eva ordered, then walked around the barrel and stood in front of Thompson. She smiled at him.
"Once more. Talk."
"I-I can't."
"All right." She then began pulling up her dress in front. Thompson watched transfixed as her cunt hair came into view. Her slit was large and wide open. The hair around it was thick and abundant. It was the largest cunt he'd ever seen before, either real or in pictures. He couldn't believe that anything could have been so big.
He looked up into her face searchingly. What was it this woman wanted? Was she trying to drive him insane with desire? She had planned what she was going to do all the while she had had Barbara sucking him off. She hadn't for a moment planned on letting him shoot off in her mouth. Now here she was displaying her own cunt before him. He couldn't stand much more of this. After all, he was only a man. And damn the money to hell anyway. If Alice and that son-of-a-bitch boyfriend of hers wanted to be damned heroes-let 'em. But not him. Nosiree! He could just take so much. Here this beautiful woman was showing him her hairy cunt, and there was a hose jammed up his ass getting ready to give him a turpentine enema and all he had to do to stop it all was recite a few numbers.
Just then he caught sight of Allen again. At the same time a picture of a newspaper headline flashed before his mind:
EXTRA ... EXTRA ... EXTRA ... HEAD TELLER BANKRUPTS BANK-PROVES HIMSELF A CHICKENSHIT!
He could just hear the newsboys hawking the story. As much as he feared the ordeal that was about to happen, he feared the results of exposure even more. It would ruin his whole life; everything he'd worked for. Why, he wouldn't even be able to get a job selling the fucking newspapers that had ruined him. He just had to go through with it. There was no other choice for him.
"See my cunt?" she asked.
"Yes," replied Thompson fearfully.
"Well, while you are getting your enema, I'm going to let you suck it. If you do a good job, I might let the boys take it a little easy on you-maybe. If you do a real good job I might even let them cut down on the turpentine-maybe. But if you don't do a good job you can bet your sweet ass-hole that it'll be rawer than a fresh peeled onion. Understand?"
Dumbly he nodded his head. He couldn't believe what was happening to him. Here he was. A respected member of his community. A man who paid his taxes. Paid his bills. Was nice to little old ladies and was trusted by his employer. And here he was getting ready to get a turpentine enema and have to suck off a smelling cunt.
Miss Eva moved toward him. The cunt, the lips wide now with passion, was only inches away. She moved still closer. A whiff of stale cunt odor assailed his nostrils. He didn't like eating cunt anyway. And this one smelled like it hadn't been washed in a week. She moved still closer.
"Stick out your tongue."
He did as she said.
She moved a little closer, letting the tip of his tongue come in contact with the cunt lips. Involuntarily he withdrew his tongue.
"I told you to stick out your tongue. Now do it. And leave it out until I tell you different."
Once more he did as she commanded. This time his tongue touched her cunt lips right away, only more so. His action was slow, and he moved without real gusto. One of the men behind him wiggled the enema tube around in his ass. He jumped a little, then reminded that the turpentine was only a short distance away was prompted to renew his efforts. He licked gingerly at her pussy.
"That's it, Mr. Thompson. Lick it good."
He obeyed.
In fact, I'll hold off the enema until I feel that you're really not putting your heart into it. Then, if I get the feeling that you're faking I'll give the signal to the boys. Tell me, Mr. Thompson. Have you ever had a turpentine enema before?"
When he didn't answer, but only increased the speed with which he licked at her cunt, she laughed savagely.
"Well, well, I do believe our Mr. Thompson has had a turpentine enema before. Either that or he's got one hell of a good imagination."
All those around laughed loudly.
Miss Eva noticed that Peters was watching her closely. She enjoyed teasing the big man. She knew that she was safe and that no matter how hot and frustrated he might get he would never risk forcing himself onto her. She watched as his gaze burned into her exposed pussy. She knew what he was thinking. He'd love to be the one down there. He liked to suck pussy. And then of course he'd want to fuck her with that giant cock of his. She had often thought about it. But even as big as her pussy was she knew that she would never be able to take anything like that. Not without hurting her so damned much that she couldn't stand it. She'd loved the sight of watching the blonde get split apart by it, however.
Even though Thompson was doing a fairly good job on her she was tiring of the game. Raising her hand, she let it fall, giving the signal for them to release some of the fluid into the hose. Immediately Louie turned the valve and she saw the hose jerk. She waited for Thompson to jump.
He did!
"Aaghhh ... " he screamed as he pulled his mouth away from her smelly cunt. "Eeeiiii-" he screamed again as the burning liquid continued to flow into his ass.
"If you want it to stop all you have to do is suck," she counseled him.
CHAPTER FIVE
"All right," he yelled. I'm gonna suck."
"Then do it and stop talking."
"Yyiiiiiii-" he screamed again. "Turn if off. Turn it off. I can't stand it. Yyiiiiii-"
"Suck. Suck and I'll have them turn it off."
"OK! OK! I'm-slurp-sucking-slurp."
Thompson quickly buried his face deep into the smelly mess that he'd only been paying as little tribute to as he felt he could get away with. This time he buried his tongue deep into the folds of the thick cunt lips. At the same time he searched out the clit. He found it, already big and hard, bigger than any clit he'd ever felt before. He frantically sucked at it. He felt the hose behind him go limp. They'd finally turned the thing off. But that still didn't stop the burning in his ass. The turpentine was burning profusely. It was all he could do to keep his mouth on the cunt, and keep from yelling. Loud groans of pain came from his mouth as he noisily sucked and licked away at her slit.
"That's it, Thompson," she breathed. The sound of her voice getting husky surprised him. For some reason, especially after the way she'd treated him, she couldn't be human. Or at least he hadn't felt that she could be. But maybe he'd been wrong.
In spite of himself, and now that the burning in his ass was subsiding somewhat, Thompson began warming to his task. After all, the sounds that she was making were the result of what he was doing to her wasn't it. Maybe, just maybe, if he did a really good job on her, she might spare him any further pain or humiliation. She might even take him out by himself and he could tell her what she wanted to know. That way he knew for sure that he would be spared further torture. Hope springing in his breast, and the effects of the turpentine rapidly wearing off, Thompson again increased his efforts.
He was rewarded by feeling her place her hands on his head and begin to shove her hips at him. Faster and faster he moved his tongue in her; his lips pulling at her clit at the same time.
Miss Eva, indeed worked up and hot, was still incomplete control of herself. She watched the growing hardness in Peters' pants through half-closed eyes. She was enjoying herself. She knew that what she was letting Thompson do to her was driving Peters wild with desire. That fitted her plan perfectly.
Deciding that it was time for Thompson to get another jolt, she caught the eye of Louie again. Signaling him, she watched happily as he once more turned the valve. The hose again lurched and she waited the split second before the charge shot into Thompson's ass-hole. When it finally hit him, like before, he humped wildly.
"Ohhhhh," he moaned. Then as more of the hot juice spilled into him, he yelled, "Ahhhhhh-please! No more. I'm sucking! I'm sucking! I'm doing the best I can. Turn if off. Please turn if off. Eeeeiiiiii-"
"How can you be talking and sucking at the same time? If you had been sucking me right, you wouldn't be getting the dose in the first place."
The spectators laughed loudly.
"All-mmmmmm right. I'll su-mmmmmmck."
Once more, doing his best to ignore the pain, Thompson began to wildly suck at Miss
Eva's clit, and tongue the edges and inner recesses of her cunt. Soon he felt the turpentine cease flowing into him, and after a short time felt the burning sensations ebbing. However, fearful lest they resume again should he fail to please this devil-woman, he sucked and licked at her for all he was worth.
And it began paying off. Miss Eva, enjoying what Thompson was doing to her more than she herself cared to admit, forgot all about the turpentine enema. She herself was lost somewhere in the never never land that lies somewhere between heaven and a deep incomprehensible void of nothingness that is death. More and more, with increasing regularity, Thompson was sucking and licking away.
Louis, wanting desperately to give Thompson another jolt, kept watching Miss Eva for the slightest signal. But all she was doing was weaving and swaying until at times Louis thought she was actually going to come. But still she controlled herself. So beautiful were her actions that all around had become transfixed in watching them. Many were watching her in lust, for indeed they had often looked upon her as a sex object. Others, resigned to the fact that they would never be treated to the pleasures of her flesh, were watching with an open fascination at the performance that was being presented before them.
As for Miss Eva herself, she was enjoying every scintillating sensation for all it was worth. The more intense Thompson became, the more involved Miss Eva became. This was something new to her also. She had never done anything like this before. Never had she allowed another man, outside of Mr. Marvin, to get his hands, or in this case his tongue, on her. Especially not in front of others. The stares and leers that she was getting excited her more than she really cared to admit.
Her explosion was almost upon her. She knew that it couldn't be long before she would be knowing the excitement of Valhalla. At first she was tempted to give Thompson one last final jolt, but at that particular moment she was so taken up in the ecstasy of the moment that she found it literally impossible to think of anything except her impending climax. She had gone beyond the point of no return. All that mattered to her now was reaching a satisfactory conclusion to something that had started as a little harmless amusement. She had ceased to be amused. She was hot and excited.
Thompson himself, feeling the heaving and hearing the sighing, had gotten himself worked into quite a state. Already forgotten were the burning sensations that had only a short time before been ripping through his ass-hole. In their place was the totality of impending human fulfillment. He himself had become excited now. He knew that the devil-woman above him was on the verge of climaxing. The thought that he, Bob Thompson, was the cause of this action excited him to a height that he'd seldom known before. The girls in town, whom he paid for their services, always pretended that he was giving them what they needed. But Thompson wasn't such a fool that he really believed it. Although it was nice to fantasize once in a while about it. But this was no fantasy. This was real. This hot-blooded, cruel, wicked woman was really on the verge of reaching a climax that he had induced.
"Oh yes," moaned Miss Eva. "You're doing just fine. I am almost beginning to believe you. Ohhhhhh."
Thompson licked even harder.
"Will you look at that," muttered Charlie under his breath to Pete. "That broad is hotter than a two-dollar pistol at a shooting match."
"Yea," replied Peters. "I know."
With that Peters licked his lips. He'd wanted some of what was being so blatantly presented before him for a long time now. He'd always been afraid to step forward however. Not only was he afraid of the boss, but he also feared the woman more than he cared to admit. Rationalize though he might, he still knew deep down in his heart that he was more afraid of the woman than he was of the man. He knew that she enjoyed teasing and tantalizing him. He'd seen her do it often. He hated her for it. At the same time he loved her.
The sight of the woman on the verge of oblivion, and being brought there by a half-man at that, was almost more than he could bear. He had an almost overbearing urge to run up to her, rip her from his grasp, throw her on the floor and fuck her.
Peters' cock was rock hard. He knew that he was going to have to get some relief soon or he would burst. Looking around he spied the blonde girl. She hadn't been returned to the chain yet; everyone was too interested in what was going on to bother with her. She, on the other hand, glad that she was no longer the center of attention, was leaning against one of the pillars.
Quickly he walked over to her. She didn't see him coming at first and wasn't aware that he was there until he touched her. She gave a start. Then the sight of the man who'd raped her so painfully caused her to shrink away. like a magnet, her gaze was drawn to his crotch. Just as she had feared it bulged terribly. Oh no, she thought. I can't. Not again.
Grabbing her by the arm, Peters forced her to her knees. On the verge of tears, but too frightened to protest, Barbara let him do as he wished. She was afraid of angering this big man. She could remember only too well what he'd done to her before. Maybe if she co-operated with him he wouldn't ram that brutal cock of his into her still-sore cunt again.
"Unzip me," Peters commanded, his voice deep and husky.
Barbara complied.
"Take it out."
Fumbling, Barbara finally succeeded in extricating the giant organ from its haven. It was even bigger than she'd remembered. Her cunt ached at just the thought of what it had done to her before. It still wasn't completely hard, and she watched with utter fascination as it continued to grow in her hand.
Larger and larger it got. The sounds that Thompson and Miss Eva were making filtered towards her only half-heard. Of more importance to her right now was the fact that his huge prick was out and up. She shuddered with fear, as she thought of all the possibilities that he might use that terrible thing on her. She knew that she would die if he shoved it into her again. She wouldn't be able to stand the pain a second time.
"That's it, baby," Peters sneered. "Play with it. Get it nice and hard."
Not really wanting to do as she had been told, but fearful of the consequences if she didn't, Barbara began to manipulate the mammoth organ in her hand. It continued to grow.
"Like it, baby?"
Barbara couldn't answer.
"I asked you a question," Peters said, this time a note of threat in his voice.
Fear clutching at her very vitals, Barbara stroked the huge prick still faster, then looked up at the man standing above her with terror-stricken eyes.
His face was ugly, contorted with passion.
She didn't have the slightest doubt that he would again force her legs open and jam the hated instrument into her if the notion struck him. She knew that her only hope was to please him and keep him happy. Maybe then he would spare her the excruciating pain. She smiled up at him.
Seeing the blonde girl on her knees smiling up at him strangely affected Peters. He hadn't really had anything definitely in mind when he'd come over to her. All he knew was that he was so hot that it hurt. He knew that in reality he shouldn't even be messing around with her. But with Miss Eva getting her jollies off over in the corner, he felt relatively safe in the prospect of getting his own off. He knew that he couldn't take the chance of fucking the girl again. She'd scream to high heaven and have everyone looking at them. But with her on her knees like this and everything, and remembering what she'd looked like when she'd been sucking merrily away at Thompson's prick the idea began to jell. It wasn't as good as fucking her but at least he'd get to shoot off a load of come.
"Tell me, baby, how'd you like getting fucked by this thing here?"
Swallowing hard, Barbara tried to answer. Her voice only squeaked.
Peters laughed. He knew the girl was terrorized at the thought of getting fucked again by him. He was enjoying toying with her.
"I didn't hear you, baby."
"I-I-guess I liked it all right. But it's so big that it hurt me. Oh, it did hurt me."
"Gee, baby, that's too bad. Tell me. Do you think your cunt is a little bigger now?"
"Oh, it feels like you ripped it apart. It still hurts."
"Oh!" said Peters mockingly.
"Yes. And please, Mr. Peters, don't fuck me again with that horrible thing. It's just not human. I never believed that any man could have a thing like that on him. It's just not human. You know I don't know the combination. You know that I can't tell you anything. So please, Mr. Peters. Don't do it to me again. I'll do anything you ask of me if you won't. I promise. You can do anything you want to if you just won't use that thing between my legs again."
The sincerity of Barbara's feeble pleas amused Peters. He fought to keep control of his facial muscles so as not to show her that he was playing games with her. He simply looked at the beautiful girl kneeling in front of him with serious eyes.
"Well, I don't know kid," he mused. "After all, that's what you was brought here for. To get fucked. And that's what I'm supposed to do. You don't want the boss getting mad at me, do you? What are you trying to do, anyway? Get me in trouble?" He finished the last on a note of indignation.
"Oh no, Mr. Peters," Barbara protested. She feared that she had angered him and that he was going to punish her now by ramming that thing into her again. She looked at it with open fear. It had finally grown full bloom under the stimulation she had been giving it.
"I wouldn't do anything to try and get you into trouble," she quickly stammered. "Honest!"
"It don't sound that way to me."
"Really I wouldn't. All I asked was that you don't use that thing on me again like that. You could tell them that you had. I'll do anything else you want me to do. Honest. I just am so afraid of what that'll do to me again. You just don't know how much it hurt me when you rammed it into me before. Believe me, Mr. Peters. If I have to take it again, I'll-I'll just die, that's all."
Barbara finished her little sentence, then began to sob softly. Peters, fearful lest someone notice what he was doing and bring it to Miss Eva's attention, quickly sought to sooth the girl.
"Well," he said hesitatingly. "I don't know. It'd be pretty risky business trying to fool the boss like that. Besides why should I? What'll I get out of it?"
"Anything Mr. Peters," Barbara hastened to stammer. "Anything at all." Her hope rising now, and thinking that she might have made a big victory, she rushed on.
"I'll do anything you ask of me. Just try me. Ask me to do anything, you'll see."
"You sure?"
"Oh yes. I promise. Anything."
"Well, I might let you suck me off. "Oh!"
"What's the matter? I thought you said anything. What are you trying to pull, anyway? I guess maybe I'd just better go ahead and fuck you like the boss said."
"Oh no," Barbara uttered a strangled cry. "Please don't. I'll suck you. I didn't mean anything. I'll suck you all you want. I'll suck you good, too. You'll see. Please don't fuck me." She collapsed into a sea of tears.
"Hush. What are you trying to do. Let everyone here know that I might let you off and give you a break? If you don't shut up all them tears, well, I'm sure enough going to fuck the hell out of you. And I ain't gonna take it easy on you like I did last time."
Immediately Barbara ceased crying. The thought that she might have actually convinced the man not to fuck her gave her a big uplift. Then the mention of the fact that he had actually taken it easy on her the first time struck home. She couldn't believe it. If he had actually taken it easy on her the first time, what would it be like if he just fucked her hard this time. She knew she would die.
"That's better. Now. If you're going to suck me off, you better get started. If you ain't done by the time Miss Eva finishes getting her cookies off so's my cock is small again, she'll want to watch while I fuck you. Understand? You gotta hurry and suck me off so's nobody knows the difference. Then, if you do a good job, I'll tell everyone that I fucked you like I was told to do."
"Oh yes, sir! Thank you, Mr. Peters. I'll do a good job. Just you wait and see. I'll suck you off all you want to."
"Well, get to it then," Peters scolded, becoming annoyed at the delay and worried that Miss Eva might already be finishing up and interrupt him just before he shot his load.
Obediently, Barbara opened her mouth. The thought of what she was going to have to do turned her stomach, but she would much rather do this than feel this huge thing being rammed into her again. She lowered her head to it and let the immense head slip into her mouth.
Once more she was greeted with the distasteful salty taste that she disliked. But she faked it as best she could and slurped at it noisily. She was convinced that if she didn't do a good job of sucking Peters off, her punishment would be having to take the thing in her cunt again. Just the thought of the pain that would cause helped her forget her growing nausea, and renew her efforts at sucking. Peters had said she had to finish before the devil-woman did. She sucked harder and faster.
Allen in the meantime was taking all this in with utter and total disgust. His love was still unconscious on the table, her limbs exposed completely. The bright redness that sparkled from her skin gave ample evidence of what had been done to her by the demon with the sandpaper glove. He had also watched as the woman had forced poor little Barbara to suck off Thompson.
Although Allen wasn't sure, and knowing now what it was all about, he still had the feeling that Thompson had enjoyed himself a little too much. Allen had the feeling that Thompson hadn't wanted to tell the information because he wanted poor little Barbara to suck him off. The old pervert.
But what bothered Allen the most was what would happen once Alice came to her senses. He knew that these animals would think of something else to torture her with. She couldn't undergo too much more without breaking. Of this he was sure. There was only so much that anyone could take. Then too, he felt totally helpless in the face of the overwhelming odds to do anything about it.
Looking in the direction of Thompson, Allen had to admit that he might have been wrong about the man. After all, Alice had already endured a lot to protect that secret of the combination. Maybe Thompson was only doing the same thing. It just might be that he had misjudged the man. After all, he had endured the turpentine enema, hadn't he? But that was another thing. Allen had been almost sure that the man was on the verge of chickening out when this had happened. But maybe he was just imagining things. He saw that the enema hose still protruded from
Thompson's ass, and that Thompson, no doubt spurred on by a fear of having more of the turpentine squirted into him, was sucking lustily away at the cunt of the she-demon as fast and as hard as he could.
Deciding that under the circumstances, perhaps he was being a little unfair, Allen silently apologized to Thompson. Maybe the man hadn't really had a choice in the matter. Maybe he did enjoy having his cock sucked off by Barbara? So what? He himself had gotten more than just a little horny from watching what Barbara was doing. He'd often thought of the girl before.
Of course, due to his circumstances with Alice, he'd never really given too much thought to the girl. But now that he'd seen her stark naked, and seen her slurping away at Thompson's prick, he had to admit to himself that under similar circumstances, and if the combination were that important, he too might be forced to have her suck him off, and while he might hate to have done it, would nonetheless enjoy it while it was being done.
Just then, he caught sight of Peters and Barbara. Even though they were partially hidden from view by one of the pillars, he could clearly see that Barbara was on her knees in front of the big man. Allen could see a portion of the immense cock the man had. He couldn't actually see Barbara's face, but from the constant in and out pushing of Peters hips, he didn't need a diagram to let him know what was happening.
The sight of the giant prick disturbed him even more. He remembered that they had said that Barbara had gotten fucked by it. He remembered also the terrible look of pain and fear in her eyes. He couldn't help dreading the possibility that his beloved Alice might have to endure such a thing. He knew what such an instrument would do to a girl. While he himself wasn't hung that big, he nonetheless had a pretty good-sized prick on him. He'd had more than one girl complain slightly that it was almost too big for her and that it was hurting a little. Even now, his organ jutted forth. He was hot. The events that he had witnessed, coupled with the warm fondling that the woman in black had given it, had excited him; and now that he could for the first time see Alice's naked and beautiful body, he was even more excited.
He also remembered that the woman had told the man he took to be the boss, that Alice had been a virgin. He was glad. He couldn't help feeling a sharp pang of regret that he hadn't been allowed to be the one to deflower her with love; but he could forgive the unfortunate girl. After all, she hadn't exactly wanted it to happen.
The sounds coming from the woman and Thompson caught his attention again. It was clear from the loud moans and groans coming from her that she was in the throes of her come. She was heaving her hips forward frantically, at the same time grasping Thompson's head as if she had it in a vice. Then the sound of her voice reached him.
"I'm coming!" she screamed. "I'm coming. Oh lick it. Suck at my clit. Ohhhhhh."
Thompson, the pain of the turpentine enema now completely forgotten, was happily obeying. So turned on to the scene had he become that his already hard prick seemed to have a life all its own. He couldn't control himself anymore. He knew that at any moment he too would spill his sperm. He sucked harder.
Now that the initial shock of her come had come and passed, Miss Eva once more regained some semblance of control over herself. Quickly she signalled to Louie to give Thompson another jolt. After all, she had to try and give at least an appearance that she was trying to get information out of him. Not get her rocks off.
Louie willingly complied. He didn't like the idea of his boss lady getting her slit eaten so well that she was coming. He thought for a moment that maybe she had forgotten what they were here for in the first place. After all, they hadn't come here on no damned picnic. They had to get that information. Besides, he'd seen the boss when he got mad. It didn't make no difference to Mr. Marvin, whose fault it was that something hadn't been done. He'd kick ass regardless of who was at fault.
Thompson was so engrossed in what he was doing so expertly to Miss Eva's cunt that at first he wasn't even aware that the enema had started again. The first sharp pangs of pain weren't intense enough to cause him to jump. Angered, Louie opened the valve still more.
Now Thompson began to clearly feel the stinging of the turpentine. He felt that he had been betrayed. After all, hadn't he eaten her like he'd been ordered to do? Hadn't he done such a good job that even now she was shooting her come into his mouth? Hadn't he made her enjoy every second of what he was doing to her? Yes! Damn her, he had. And how had she repaid his good works? By letting that son-of-a-bitch behind him give him some more juice.
Finally the pain became more than he could endure. He pulled his face away from Miss Eva's slit, reluctantly. This affected her because she still hadn't completely finished her coming.
"Oh shit," he moaned. "That turpentine burns. Please make him stop. Ohhhhhh."
"Lick then. Lick faster and harder than you've ever licked before. That'll make him stop; lick, damn you!"
"I have been," he protested. "I have been, but that didn't stop him from doing it again."
"Lick, lick. That's the only way you're going to be able to stop him."
"Ohhhh," he moaned again. "I'll try. I'll try. Just make him stop for a moment while I get started again. I'll do anything you say. Just make him stop squirting that damned turpentine in me. I can't stand it. It burns too much.
"OK! Louie, that's enough. Turn it off."
Dejectedly, Louie complied. He didn't like this one bit. If the boss ever found out about it, he'd flip his cork. And when the boss flipped, someone usually wound up pretty well fucked up. And Louie didn't want to be the one. No sireee. Not ol' Louie.
Feeling the pressure of the enema lessening, Thompson once more resumed his task. However, he had no more than started when Miss Eva finished her climax. She was disappointed though. She had been interrupted right in the middle of the most perfect part. She was mad.
Barbara meanwhile had been noisily sucking away at Peters' cock. Peters, already anxious and nervous to have it over with before he got caught, was really swinging into the mood.
"That's it, baby," he said. "You're sucking just fine. But your tongue should work on the head of it a little more. Ahhhhh! That's it, baby. Lick the head of it with your cute little tongue."
Disgusted, but too frightened to resist, Barbara did as she was told. She did the best she could to convey the impression that she was enjoying every second of what she was doing. She knew that the only hope she had of escaping the terrible cock that was waiting for her was to suck Peters' cock off so good that he wouldn't be able to fuck her even if the devil lady ordered him to. Towards this goal she was working. She could already hear his breathing increasing steadily and knew that she was making headway. She knew that it wouldn't be long before she would feel him shooting his ample load into her mouth. She remembered what his come had felt like when he'd shot it off into her sore and tender cunt.
At least she reminded herself she wasn't getting herself torn apart again. She might not like what she was doing but at least she wasn't getting hurt.
At just that moment she felt something nudging at her rear end. She attempted to pull her head away from Peters' cock to find out what it was. But his iron hold on her head was too strong and she couldn't manage it. Then she heard harsh breathing in her ear.
Then she felt a sharp stabbing pain in her ass. Oh no, she thought. There is someone behind me trying to fuck me in the ass. I've got to stop him.
But struggle as she might, she found her struggles to no avail. The steel vise grip that Peters had on her head was unbreakable. Alas, by now the person behind her was grabbing at her ass firmly. She felt another sharp pang and felt the head of a cock going deep into her ass. She moaned, but with her mouth full of cock she was barely heard.
"Open up a little wider baby," a voice murmured in her ear.
She recognized the voice of Louie. She remembered that Louie had last been seen over by Mr. Thompson. He had been working the controls of the enema. If he was here now, then that meant that they must be through with the enema they were giving Mr. Thompson. That also meant that the devil-woman was there also. Peters hadn't shot his come in her mouth yet. The demon-lady was going to catch him letting her suck him off instead of fucking her. She had to hurry. Now it didn't matter what the man in back of her was doing. She had to hurry faster to make Peters shoot off his come in her mouth so that she could protect her poor violated cunt. She increased her efforts more.
"That's it doll," the voice said again. "Just open up a little more."
Barbara complied. She did so, so as not to impede her progress in getting Peters to shoot off. If anything broke the steady rhythm that he now had she was afraid that she would never succeed in making him come in time. If she failed in that, she was sure that the penalty for her failure would be feeling the huge cock being rammed mercilessly into her still sore cunt.
Peters was breathing so hard now that everyone in the room could clearly hear him. He had begun moving his feet about and in the process had pulled them both into clear view. Barbara, her arms locked around his hips in an almost death-like embrace, was having the huge cock ramming into her mouth repeatedly. It was so big however, that only the head and three inches of the shaft would disappear each time. The working of her jaws, and cheeks, clearly told the tale of the terrific job of sucking him off she was doing. It almost appeared as if her very life depended on how good a job she did.
Louie in the meantime had succeeded in ramming most of his normal-sized cock into Barbara's ass. He was so hot that already he could feel the fires of lust rising within him, even though he'd only pumped into her a few times. It wouldn't take long for him to come, he knew. He much preferred to either be fucking her in the cunt, or having her suck his cock the way she was doing Peters'. But the only opening that he'd had access to had been her ass, and at that moment he didn't feel like being too choosy. All he wanted was to shoot off his load, and he didn't care where.
Miss Eva, her passions satisfied, had stopped the wild gyrations of her hips. She stood there still then, with Thompson's mouth still glued to her cunt. She still encouraged him to lick at her cunt, however. It felt good to feel him gently run the tip of his tongue over the fast receding cunt lips, that only moments before had been so blood-gorged and passion-laden. She felt good now.
Just then she caught sight of what was going on between Peters and the blonde. She watched, a smile touching her lips, as Louie slipped in behind ths girl and knelt down. He already had his cock in his hand and immediately began seeking entrance to the girl's ass-hole. At first, Miss Eva thought of stopping them. Then, seeing the look of pure unadulterated lust on the face of Peters, and watching the expert and hungry way in which the girl who'd only a short time before had been impaled on that huge prick, was sucking at it, she decided against it.
Let them have their fun, she decided. Besides, she could see that Alice was beginning to stir. She could go back to work on her now, and it wouldn't take her long this time to break the girl. She knew for sure where her weak spot was.
Miss Eva was convinced that no matter how much she hurt the girl, or humiliated her, she wouldn't be able to break her. But the hurt, and humiliation, coupled with the sight of someone else enjoying her boyfriend-well, she was sure that this would break her. She had already decided what she would do first.
Just then she heard the sound of Peters reaching his climax, and looked up just in time to see him ram the huge thing deep into the mouth of the blonde. Almost at the same time, Louie who had been pumping away frantically behind the girl, also let out a war whoop. It was plain that he too was exploding inside her ass.
As Barbara felt the first hot gushes of Pete's come into her mouth, she swallowed deeply. The more she swallowed, however, the more come that seemed to come to her mouth. She found it hard to believe that she was really feeling that much nectar spilling into her mouth.
Her Adam's apple bobbed furiously. But try as she might, she just couldn't succeed in downing it all. A little of it began to trickle down the sides of her chin. She tried her best not to let any of it escape, lest her tormentors get angry at her and accuse her of laxity.
At the same time, she felt Louie begin spurting into her ass-hole. She had been surprised that it hadn't hurt her as much as she'd anticipated in the beginning once he'd started pronging away at her ass-hole. There had been the initial first twinge of pain, then once that was over, only a slight amount of discomfort. But before it was over, she actually had begun to find the sensations she was feeling behind her rather enjoyable.
At last she felt the last feeble spurt of Pete's come trickle into her mouth. She heaved a sigh of relief. It would be a while before she'd have to go through that again, she thought to herself with relief and an inner satisfaction. She'd finally got him to shoot off before the devil-woman had caught them.
Louie humped into her one last time, then relaxed as the final jet of his sperm came out of the end of his prick. Relieved at last, he heaved a deep sigh of relief also, almost perfectly coinciding with Barbara. Slowly the two men ceased their frantic motions into and out of the girl. They began relaxing, and at last Pete withdrew his still-awesome cock from the girl's mouth. At the same time, Louie did the same from her ass.
"You did all right girlie," Pete spoke to her fondly. For some reason he had begun to like this girl. He knew it was probably because he'd had the fun of opening her wide open in the pussy, then tricking her into voluntarily sucking him off. But he still felt a sort of close relationship with the girl. He wished momentarily that it had been all voluntary. It would be nice to have a girlfriend like that. The blonde was sure a nice looker, too.
"Oh!" groaned Louie. "I feel much better now."
"Hey," called out Pete. "What the fuck you doin' back there?"
"Same as you was doing up front. Gettin' my ashes hauled. Why? Any complaints?"
"I was taking it with this broad, bastard. What right have you got to come hornin' in?"
"All the rights you got, man. You got complaints? Let's tell 'em to the boss. OK?"
Peters stared at the man angrily for a moment. Then his anger, being impotent since he could do nothing about it, subsided. He knew that the older man was right. There was nothing he could do because the boss man would be pissed off good if he knew he'd been fucking around with this cunt just for the fun of it.
"Well?" taunted Louie.
"Forget it. But just remember one thing, wise guy. From now on, look out. You cross me up just once and I'll be all over you like a wet blanket. Dig?"
The ferocity in his voice frightened the older man. He was surprised that Peters had taken such a personal affront to what he'd done. He'd even been astonished when the man even bothered to mention it in the first place. After all, what was one more cunt? She was for fucking, wasn't she? Well, that's what Louie had done. Fucked her. Even if it had been in the ass.
Just then Miss Eva approached them. She was looking at both of them harshly. Peters managed to hold her gaze for a moment or two, then she stared him down. He knew then that he'd been caught. He wondered what she was going to say about it. He wasn't too worried about her telling the boss man, though. Not after what she just done with that other guy. If the dame dared to squeal on him, well he sure as hell could tell a little story all his own. And she'd better not think for one minute that he wouldn't, either.
"What's all the commotion about over here?" she demanded.
Neither one of the men answered her. Both just continued to stand where they were, with their heads lowered. Getting no answer, Miss Eva stepped even closer. She noted with satisfaction that the blonde had shrunk back, obviously afraid. She would make good use of the blonde later. She didn't doubt but what she had her completely in her control. The blonde would do just as she told her to do.
"You two thugs decided all of a sudden you don't answer questions when I ask them?" Her voice was deep and mean.
"Oh no, Miss Eva," stammered Louie quickly.
"Then answer my damned question, and be quick about it."
"We were just having a little fun, that's all," Louis replied again, trying desperately to minimize the situation as much as possible.
"So I saw," Miss Eva stepped closer. "And just who in the hell told you, you could have a little fun as you call it. Who gave you the OK to prong that broad in the ass?"
Louie shifted from one foot to the other uneasily. He didn't answer.
Peters, confident that he had the upper hand, and that no matter how mad the boss lady might be, she wouldn't chance a complete exposure to Mr. Marvin, decided to try a gamble. If it worked, he knew that from then on he could get away with most anything.
"Well, Miss Eva," he began in a slow drawl. "It's sorta like this. We saw how much fun you was having yourself over there with that banking fella, and we figured you wouldn't mind if we had ourselves a little fun too. 'Cause if we was wrong, then I reckon the boss is gonna give us hell. But maybe you will be a good sport and not tell on us to the boss man. Maybe just this once you'll us off light. How about it, Miss Eva? You gonna tell the boss man on us?"
The look of hatred that suddenly arose in her eyes clearly told Peters that he'd scored a complete victory. She wouldn't say anything about it. She wouldn't dare. The boss would give her what for, for fucking around with that guy. Holding the upper hand, Peters continued to look at her, a bland expression on his face.
Just as Miss Eva was getting ready to make a retort, there came the' roar of a voice. A loud voice, accustomed to getting its way, and being obeyed.
"What the fuck's going on in here?" it shouted.
It was the voice of Mr. Marvin.
CHAPTER SIX
"I said," he repeated angrily, "What the fuck's going on in here? I leave you fucking ass-holes alone for just a little while, expecting you to take care of business, then when I come back, all I find is the bunch of you standing around shooting the shit like this was some kind of country club dance or something."
"We've been hard at it Marvin," Miss Eva said, her voice surprisingly steady. She couldn't help think about the consequences had the man standing there now walked into the barn only ten minutes before. There was the distinct possibility that she might have found herself on one of the various racks and tables around the room; being the guest of honor.
"Like I said," she continued. "We have been working on Mr. Thompson. I have given him a hot water and turpentine enema. Didn't work though. I was just talking to the boys about what we might try next. They were working on the blonde in the meantime trying to see if she might now know something. She doesn't."
Her answer seemed to mollify Mr. Marvin for the time being. He stopped scowling and looked thoughtfully around the room. He took in the scene of Allen standing chained to the wall with his now dormant prick hanging out. To a questioning look that passed over his face, Miss Eva quickly filled him in.
"I was following through with what I'd suggested to you as she got pretty uptight."
Laughing a little she went on. "She called me everything in the book, so I gave her a little sample of what she could expect."
A look sprang into Mr. Marvin's eyes indication to her that she was once more firmly in control of the situation. She relaxed a little, with Peters. She'd never forget. He needn't worry about that. The look of smugness that he wore now only served to increase the determination she had to make him regret his insubordination.
Yes he would regret it.
She was drawn back almost instantly by the sound of Mr. Marvin talking.
"Yes, I am awfully sorry, but we seem to have spent the whole time working on Mr. Thompson." She said. "He seems to be the hardest to break. He is a little tougher. Tougher than we figured on. But I don't really think he'll hold out too muck longer."
"Well if you can't handle her, I will," replied Mr. Marvin. She knew perfectly well what he had in mind. He wanted a crack. He wanted to get a good crack at the little chippy herself.
"All right Mr. Marvin," she replied coolly. "If you want to, go right ahead. Although I don't think it's fair of you not to give me a chance to finish it my way."
"It's not that, Eva," he said defensively. He going to be talked out of his fun, but at the same time he didn't want to make her too mad at him either. She was important to him, and he didn't want to lose her.
"Like I said, it's not that. It's just that that damned combination is so damned important that we got to have it. And we've got to have it right away. It might be better if we try harder, the both of us.
She looked at him.
Did he suspect anything?
No he couldn't.
She hoped.
"You know. Sort of a team up. The two of us together. like in the old days."
He smiled broadly at her.
Although she didn't trust him, and was convinced that all he really wanted as a crack at that nice little piece of ass that even now was beginning to mean a little on the table, she knew that she really didn't have any choice. She'd just watch every thing that went on very carefully, and that way try to minimize what happened.
Besides, she reasoned to herself, once more looking at the handsome Allen; his prick and balls still exposed. I still can look forward to the time when they go into town. I know I can talk Marvin into letting me stay here. He doesn't need me on the job, but he will need all the boys. Then I can have all the fun I want. The thought of it calmed her.
"Of course," she smiled back. "You're right lover. The sooner we get the combination, the sooner we'll have all that lovely money."
"Right," he replied. "That's just what I was thinking."
Yes, she thought to herself, I'll bet.
"Now fill me in again on what's been done."
Quickly Miss Eva again recounted what they had done since Mr. Marvin had left earlier. She left out, however, certain rather touchy points, not wanting to bother him with them. The two men, Louis and Peters, listened to her as she gave the boss a rundown. Peters smiled broadly at Miss Eva as he realized that she had indeed decided to leave out certain little 'touchy details.
Miss Eva didn't miss it either. She just mentally marked it down in her little black book, and made a notation beside it under 'accounts payable.'
When she was finished, Mr. Marvin just stood there for a moment digesting all the information. Looking around the room quickly, and taking in everything in one swift sweep, he turned to Miss Eva again.
"I have to admit that I think you're right. The girl's still the key to the action. I think your idea of pain and humiliation, coupled with the jealousy angle of watching her boy friend get his jollies with the blonde is great. We'll do just that."
Without further comment, he walked over to where the girl lay. She was conscious now, and moaning softly. The pain from the beastly scrapping she'd gotten was still etched on her face.
Hearing footsteps approaching her, she opened her eyes. The sight of Mr. Marvin didn't frighten her. But when she saw Miss Eva right behind him, there was the sound of an audible intake breath.
"Well my dear," began Mr. Marvin. "How do you feel?
"Ohh," groaned Alice.
"I see," he said comforting. "Now isn't it a little silly to let this go on."
"Ohh," she answered again.
"Come on snap out of it," he said angrily. "I can't," she replied in a low voice. "Maybe you'd prefer that I let my assistant here use the glove on you some more? Humm?"
"Oh no, Please," Alice's eyes were wide with fright.
"That's better. Now pay attention."
"I think she'll listen now," Miss Eva chuckled.
"I'm sure of it. Now my dear. What is your half of the combination? You may as well co-operate. There are many other things that we can do, you know."
"I can't," wailed Alice. "No matter what you do to me I just can't give you the combination."
She began to sob hysterically.
"That's enough of that!" shouted Mr. Marvin.
Alice contained to sob. Again he shouted, to no avail.
"Want me to use the glove on her again?" questioned Miss Eva.
Alice wailed louder, begging pitifully in between cries that they not do that to her any more. Pressing for an advantage, Mr. Marvin, hoping that she might not give in thus depriving him of a chance to sample her, demanded.
"If you don't want us to use it on you, then talk."
"I can't," cried back Alice.
"Let me use the glove," said Miss Eva.
"Oh no. Don't please," wailed Alice again.
"I won't let her use the glove if you'll tell us your half of the combination." replied Mr. Marvin.
His only answer was Alice dropping dejectedly into her bonds and sobbing uncontrollably. Allen, unable to control his pent up anger any longer, shouted at the man.
"Leave her alone you son-of-a-bitch."
Momentarily startled by the outburst, Mr. Marvin stared at Allen. Then realizing the utter absurdity of the situation, with Allen and Alice both in bonds and at his mercy, and then Allen calling out to him to leave his girlfriend alone; well the whole situation suddenly became very funny to him. All that is except the victims. They merely cringed; with the exception of Allen. He just stood there in helpless impotence, raging at the people who now held him and his lady-love captive.
"Wow!" yelped Charlie. "That's a hot one. This jerk telling the boss what to do. He'll be lucky if the boss don't kick his nuts in." Then he fell into more hysterical laughter.
Under ordinary conditions Mr. Marvin might well have done just that. But for right now he needed the impudent young man to aid in getting the information he wanted. He knew that Miss Eva had been right in her assessment of the situation. He was the key, along with a certain amount of pain at the same time, to getting the girl to open up. Once that was accomplished, it would be a simple thing to get the other ones to come through.
"Well, well," he said, faking fear. "If it isn't Superman in disguise."
The mob broke up in laughter. Even Miss Eva, although her eyes were more interested in what was between his legs than coming out of his mouth, giggled a little.
"Tell you what love boy," Mr. Marvin went on, his voice coming a little harder now. "If I want any shit out of you I'll knock it out. Understand?"
Not waiting for an answer, he immediately turned by to Alice. The girl, fearful lest Allen get hurt, had stopped crying and had been talking in the scene with interest. She knew that Allen must just feel awful at being unable to help. But she felt great feelings of guilt. Guilt at having gotten him into such a mess. She was there because of something she knew. But he was there simply because he loved her. She felt miserable. She realized then that she might give in and give them the information they wanted in order to protect him. While she wouldn't protect herself, or Barbara, she knew that her love for him was strong enough to cause her to waver.
She became aware that Mr. Marvin was staring at her. She desperately wanted to cover herself; hide from his searching eyes. She felt miserable.
"Now as I was saying Miss Cummings. Or may I call you Alice?" His politeness scared her more than his threats had. Alice knew that this was indeed a dangerous man, and that nothing would stop him.
When she didn't answer his question, and continued to look away from him, Mr. Marvin began to be annoyed. Grasping her by the chin, he roughly pulled her face around to him, and hissed at her.
"When I'm talking to you, you listen. I'm trying to be nice to you but my patience is wearing a bit thin."
"I'm sorry," Alice mumbled.
"That's better," he said, his tone softening.
"Let's cut out the horseshit and get on with it," said Miss Eva annoyed at the girl receiving so much attention from her man. It had been her own feelings when she thought about how she felt when she'd noticed Marvin looking at the naked girl that had given her the idea of using Allen as a wedge to break the girl in the first place. She knew she was jealous of the man. But she didn't care.
"Just take it easy," Mr. Marvin soothed her.
"I thought you said you wanted to hurry up and get the combination," she challenged.
"I do. I do," he continued to sooth. "But in due time my dear, in due time. Let's first give the little lady a chance to catch her breath, so to speak, and while she is doing that rejoice on the pleasures of being free from pain and humiliation."
"Crop," shot back Miss Eva.
Mr. Marvin silenced her quickly with a stern look of irritation. Once she lowered her gaze, and just stood there sulking, he returned to the girl on the table.
"Now Alice, as I was saying. Isn't it much nicer to be this way than screaming and yelling while one of the boys is working you over? Don't you like it much better this way?"
Alice didn't answer, feeling that such a question really couldn't have been asked in seriousness. She didn't know Mr. Marvin.
"I see you still want to be stubborn. It's obvious that you prefer the pain to talking calmly to me. Very well then, I'll let the boys start on you again." He began to move away. Realizing he was serious after all, Alice hastened to reply to him.
"No wait, Mr. Marvin," she cried.
"Yes?" he said turning back to her.
"I do prefer talking to you."
"Fine, he said, fixing a smile on her. "That's just fine. Now perhaps with a little intelligent conversation we might bring this matter to a speedy conclusion. I do hope you'll forgive the boys however. After all, they did have their orders, and if they were a little crass, well-" he spread his arms wide as if to indicate that what else could one expect from men of such caliber.
"I understand, Mr. Marvin," Alice replied. She didn't know what his game was but she was anxious for the time being to go along with him. Anything at all that would delay what she knew was coming. Maybe if she delayed long enough something might happen that would save them all.
"Good, Alice. I knew you were a sensible girl the first time I set eyes on you. I'm sure you're going to get along very well together. Don't you think so?"
"I hope so, Mr. Marvin."
"Fine. Now tell me Alice, have the boys hurt you much?"
"Yes," she replied, her voice low.
"Really? That's too bad. Of course you'll have to agree that I gave you every opportunity to avoid that. Now didn't I?"
"Yes sir."
"So you really can't blame me for what's happened can you."
"No sir."
"Excellent. We're making progress. Now tell me Alice. Do you want to have to go through any more of this?"
"Oh no sir," she replied, her voice full of sincerity. She wasn't just putting on an act when she'd replied either. She was scared to death of the idea of what they might have planned for her next.
"Well I'm pleased to tell you that you won't have to. In fact none of you will. Doesn't that make you feel better?"
"Yes sir," Alice replied, her voice less enthusiastic now than before.
"All you have to do is tell us what we want to know."
"I'm sorry Mr. Marvin," she replied. "I just can't. I really want to. But I just can't let the bank down like that. Please try to understand. I would-" Enough," he shouted, anger in his voice. "You say you can't. You say you want me to understand. Well you just understand this! You don't tell me what I want to know, and tell me in one hell of a damned hurry, it's going to be too bad for you."
"Mr. Marvin," she pleaded. "Please, I try. ... "
"Let's cut out this bullshit, Marvin," interjected Miss Eva.
"Shut up," he turned on her. "If I want any advice from you about how to go about this I'll ask for it.
Miss Eva sulked back away from him, hurt and mad. She knew now that what he really wanted was the chance to get at the girl. He had been doing nothing but playing cat and mouse with her. He didn't for the briefest moment really think that the girl would talk. He had been doing the same thing to her that Miss Eva had earlier done with Thompson. Playing cat and mouse, and knowing all along that something would happen that he wanted to happen.
"Now young lady," Mr. Marvin said. "I'll give you one more chance to save yourself and your friends. What is the combination to the safe?"
The only sounds in the room were the sobs of Alice. She knew that without her answer the fate that would befall her would be horrible, and mostly of her own making. She toyed with the idea briefly of giving in and telling what she wanted to know. After all, she had endured almost every sort of indignancy that any woman could be expected to. She'd seen her best friend horribly raped by a huge cock; having to listen all the while to her cries and pleas for mercy. She'd been dog-fucked herself, in front of a bunch of animals who passed themselves off as humans. Then to insult her even more, she'd been forced to put the private parts of a strange man into her mouth and suck on it until he had shot his vile sperm into her throat. She'd been horribly tortured, painfully so, by the witch woman who called herself Miss Eva. How much more was she expected to take?
Bob Thompson was the man present. Let him carry the ball from here on out. She could tell her half and then let him protect the bank by holding his half a secret. But she knew that wouldn't work.
She liked Bob Thompson. She'd always felt that he was a nice guy. But she also knew him for what he was; a weak man, a soft man, a lecherous man. He would most likely give in under the slightest pressure. Then she remembered. As she had been coming to, she remembered them saying something about them giving him a turpentine enema. She couldn't for the life of her remember for sure if they'd said he'd talked or not.
Maybe he already had. Maybe they already had one half of the combination, and all they were waiting for now was to break her and get the other half. She felt the pangs of anguish building within her. She resented deeply the fact that she had been put in such a position. She was a mere woman. She was the one who should be protected, not protect.
She became aware that Mr. Marvin was once more talking to her. She strained to listen, although she knew it was useless. Nothing she could or would say except the numbers the combination was going to do any good. Even then she wasn't entirely convinced that they would let them alone. After all, they were at their mercy now. And a gang of cutthroats like this wouldn't exactly find honor their long suit. No matter which way she turned she was stuck.
"I'm waiting," Mr. Marvin said coldly. "And I don't mind saying that I'm getting tired of waiting. Are you going to tell me what I want to know or do I help you remember?"
"Please Mr. Marvin," Alice pleaded. "Don't do anything to the others, they don't know the combination. Only I do. Believe me I would like to give you the combination and have this whole thing over with. I'm sure you would keep your word and not harm us any further. But I just can't. Don't you understand? But please don't hurt the others. Do anything you like to me. But leave the rest alone. Please."
"So," he answered, the beginnings of a cruel twist appearing at the corners of his mouth. "We have a little Joan of Arc here. Willing to undergo anything herself if we will only spare her friends."
"Let me use the glove on her again and I'll bet I can have her begging to talk," shouted Miss Eva.
A harsh look from Mr. Marvin stilled her almost immediately.
"Evidently you think we're playing some sort of a game with you Alice. Well I can assure you we're not. We're going to get the information we want no matter what we have to do to either you or your friends. Is that clear?"
Alice nodded her head. She knew that what he was saying was true.
"So why don't you just save yourself and everyone else a lot of trouble and co-operate?"
"I can't," she mumbled weakly.
"Very well then. I can waste no more time with you. Pete! Undo her and bring her over to the barrel. Charlie! You and Louie get Thompson off there and hung him up again. And for Pete's sakes! Be careful when taking that hose out. He'll probably shit all over the place."
Louie and Charlie laughed, then rushed to do as told. They worked swiftly, knowing that there would soon be action. They knew that once the boss himself got involved in something they would get to really watch some action.
As predicted, when they pulled the hose out of Thompson he groaned loudly and began crapping all over the place. Louie had to jump back quickly to avoid getting splashed. As the stuff oozed out of Thompson the pain increased, for the turpentine was reactivated once it reached the air again. The burning pain in his ass-hole started up again and he began yelling.
When it looked as if he had at last shit all he was going to, they grabbed him under the arms and dragged, literally, him over to where the shackles dangled, now empty. Soon was once more hoisted aloft.
Barbara, cringing behind the post for fear that someone might notice her and make her take that immense cock into her poor pussy again, and discovered by them. They had completely forgotten about her. In fact, in the confusion she could have almost safely slipped away and escaped. But so terrified of what would happen to her if she displeased these people was she that the idea of escape hadn't even occurred to her. She had no doubt that the suffering of the others had indeed been acute, but she just couldn't believe that it had even been close to what she'd been put through. Nothing, absolutely nothing, was going to make her risk incurring their displeasure. Not even the faint hope of freedom.
Finding the blonde girl in her hiding place, they brought her forth and displayed her proudly. Once more the center of attention she shrank back, afraid. Mr. Marvin, getting his first good look at the shapely blonde, licked his lips appreciatively. This just might turn out to be a little bit of fun after all, he thought to himself. No need to rush things too fast. After all, he was convinced that he would be able to break anyone he chose to; that is, if he really put his mind to it.
"What'll we do with her boss? Hang her up again?"
"No. Bring her here."
Barbara was quickly brought to stand beside Mr. Marvin. She stood there trembling, aware that his eyes were on her ample breasts. She started a little as he reached out and cupped one of them.
"Well young lady, these are quite a nice pair of tits you have here. Have any of the boys sampled them yet?"
There was laughter.
Barbara, still frightened, could say nothing and only shook her head negatively.
"Too bad. Perhaps we can do something about that."
Once more the fear rose within her. What were they going to do to her next? Were they going to let someone else fuck her? Her cunt was still unbearably sore from the fucking she'd already received. She started to plead with Mr. Marvin not to do that to her and then she remembered what had been the result of her previous cry. They wanted information.
She couldn't give it to them. They hoped that by seeing her horribly hurt, Alice would protect her by giving them that information. But Barbara now knew that her one time friend wouldn't save her. She decided to remain quite, rather than giving them any ideas. If they became aware of how sore her poor cute slit was they might do it again.
"Hold her," Mr. Marvin ordered, and Louie reached out and grabbed her. His hold on her however was gentle. She had been the object of his getting his rocks off. He didn't particularly feel badly towards her. She relaxed.
By now Alice had been released from the table and had been led over to the barrel.
"Tell me my dear," said Mr. Marvin. "Do you like to ride horses?"
"Not sure what he had in mind Alice only looked at him as if she didn't understand what he'd said. She even asked him to repeat it.
"I asked if you like to ride horse," he repeated.
"Some times," she replied.
"Good," he said rubbing his hands together. "We have here a little invention of my own. It's sort of a bucking horse. In fact it could be used to train aspiring bucking bronc riders. Couldn't it boys?"
The wave of derisive laughter that met his statement convinced Alice that what ever it was they had in mind she for one certainly would like it.
"Mount her up boys. But be sure to fasten her on tight so she doesn't fall off." He laughed hoarsely at his own joke.
Two pairs of hands reached roughly for her and she was immediately lifted up and placed astraddle of the barrel. Only as she passed over it did she notice that there was a fairly large hole in the middle of it. She couldn't tell what the hole was for, but she had an idea that she was going to soon find out.
"All right boys, crank her up."
One of the men grabbed at the crank by the side of the barrel, in the meantime, they had fastened her hands behind her back so that she could hold on. However, one of the men who'd come in with Bob Thompson and Allen was holding onto her firmly so that she couldn't fall.
The man working on the crank turned it slowly, leering at her all the while. She suddenly felt something probing at her between her legs. She looked down, but her crotch was covering most of the hole and she couldn't see what it was that was touch in her. She watched the man give another turn of the handle and the pressure began more intense; almost directly in line with her cunt.
"All right boss," the man turning the crank sang out. I've got up enough to position her."
"Fine," Mr. Marvine said. "You boys get her into position while I explain the workings of Trigger here." He laughed again.
She felt herself being lifted slightly and as she was looked down at the opening in the barrel. She could now clearly see what it was that had been probing at her cunt. It was a large dildo, protruding slightly from the hole. As they moved her, the man turning the crank did so again and more of the dildo appeared into view. It was huge.
"Well Alice, since you insist on us getting our information the hard way, I suppose we might as well get on with it. What you're on now is exactly what I said it was, a bucking bronc. But as you've noticed it has a little refinement; a dildo. Now the way it works Alice is like this. Every time the bronc bucks the dildo will move outward a little more. It's only aneighthof an inch each time however. So that shouldn't bother you too much."
At first, the thought of only an eighth of an inch at a time did seem rather innocent to Alice and she would have kept on believing that it was; that is until she saw the pleased look on the face of Miss Eva. She knew then that the eighth of an inch would wind up being very important. Mr. Marvin quickly explained to her why.
"Of course, you must remember that each time an eighth of an inch comes out it doesn't go back in. And also, a bucking bronc will cause you unfortunately to land on his back rather hard, and I suppose you'll even find that it causes the dildo to go in a little farther each time. Then too, there is the fact that a bucking bronc also bucks a lot. But all of that you'll soon find out for yourself. Got her tied on yet?"
"Not yet boss," one the men replied.
"Well get a move on. We don't want to keep the lady waiting do we?"
"We're hurrying boss. Someone took the old rope off."
"Oh yes. I remember now. The last person to ride the bronc broke the damned rope."
Apparently many of the others there remembered it also, for the laughter that met that statement was deep with sinister implication.
"It's all right boss. We found another one."
"Well hurry. I ain't got all night."
"Yes sir," one of them called back.
Alice felt a harness type rope being fitted over her head and down over her hips. The coarse hemp scratched at her bare skin and caused it to itch. She knew however, that soon that would be the least of her worries. Very soon.
The rope, once fitted into position was then tightly cinched under the barrel, in the same way a saddle is cinched on. As the rope was pulled tighter and tighter, it cut into her soft white skin painfully. She winced.
Finally it met the approval of the man adjusting it and they stepped back. In the meantime, those who'd lifted her up had settled her back down on the barrel, her cunt directly over the dildo. She could clearly feel the head of it protruding slightly into and between the lips of her already badly used pussy.
Stepping forward, Mr. Marvin, together with a smiling Miss Eva, carefully surveyed the scene. Satisfied that everything was in working order, Mr. Marvin turned to the man still at the crank.
"Give her another few cranks. Just to make sure it's in the right place."
"Yes sir," the man grinned, and began to happily turn the crank.
With each revolution Alice felt the dildo being forced still further and further into her. As large as it was she could feel a twinge of pain each time it move up slightly. She was aware that the movement was slight, but nonetheless it was painful.
As the man gave one more turn, Alice uttered a little cry of pain. It wasn't very loud, but was sufficient to cause Mr. Marvin to raise his hand and order the man to stop.
Obeying, the man threw a switch that seemed to engage the mechanism, and then stepped back, his eyes on the naked girl atop the large barrel.
"Well Alice," commented Mr. Marvin. "Are we really going to have to go through with this? It's going to be most painful.
I can assure you The deeper that thing goes into you the more it's going to hurt. I strongly suggest that you tell us now and save yourself the inconveniences it will put upon."
"I wish I could Mr. Marvin. Indeed I do. I'd do anything right now to get down off this thing. I want you to know that I'll never rest until I see every last one of you in jail for what you're doing to me. Every last one," she accompanied the last remark with a defiant sweep of the room with her eyes. It was a defiance that she really didn't feel deep down inside however.
"Very well then my dear. If that's your final answer I suppose we might as well proceed. Oh but wait. I forgot. There is something else."
Turning swiftly to Barbara, he motioned to Louie to bring the girl forward. Barbara, fearful that they might put her up on the horrible contraption that she had been watching with deep apprehension, had to be dragged a little. Once she stood before the man however, she just trembled and waited for whatever would happen. She was too terrified to move. She didn't want to do anything that might possibly antagonize them. All she wanted was to get out of there.
"My my, dear girl. Why are you trembling so? Are you cold? My, My, it does seem a trifle warm in here to me. Are you cold?"
"N-n-no, no sir," Barbara managed to stammer out.
"Then what's the matter?"
"Please sir, don't put me on that thing," she suddenly broke down and begged. "I'll do anything you say, only don't put me up on that contraption. I don't know anything. Believe me if I did, I'd tell you."
"This must be the one Pete fucked," Mr. Marvin observed, still looking at the girl.
"That's right," confirmed Miss Eva. "And she's most co-operative now too."
"So I see, well that's just fine. Now don't you be frightened, er ... what was your name again?"
"Barbara, Mr. Marvin," she replied.
"Ah yes. Barbara. Pretty name. And for very pretty girl too. Too bad that friend of yours let us force Pete to fuck you. Didn't like it too much did you?"
"Oh no sir. It hurt me worse than anything I've ever known I thought he was going to split me right into. He shoved it all the way in me too. The whole thing. I tell you I almost died. Please Mr. Marvin. Promise me that you won't let him do it to me again. Don't let him fuck me with that terrible cock anymore. I just can't stand it."
Mr. Marvin stroked his chin, pretending to be deep in thought. All the while he looked at the girl, and she returned his look with wide, trusting, and tear-filled eyes. This was the man who could guarantee tht she wouldn't have to endure that giant prick again. Just one word from him and she was safe. Not even Miss Eva would disobey him. She looked deep into his eyes.
"Well Child," he began. "I don't know. You realize of course that I can't promise you anything like that. Of course your friend there could make sure that such a thing didn't happen. All she'd have to do is talk. But she just doesn't seem to want to cooperate."
"I know sir. She just hung there and watch while they did that awful thing to me. I begged, and begged, and begged, but she just hung there and didn't say anything."
For a moment a light shone in her eyes, then dimmed and flickered. No matter how mad she was at Alice, she was still her friend. Even if she wasn't her friend she couldn't bear the thought of condemning any girl to suffer through such an experiment no matter what the provocation. She lowered her head and shook it.
"No sir. I wouldn't want my worst enemy to have to go through anything like that. It was horrible. My poor thing still hurts so badly I could cry."
"See that?" Mr. Marvin challenged Alice. "You're the one to blame. Even after you subjected you best friend to such an ordeal she is big enough to spare you. How about that? Don't you feel bad now?"
Alice, who had been listening to everything that had been said indeed did feel badly. She knew that her friend had been terribly hurt by the big cock that had raped her. In fact when Mr. Marvin offered her the opportunity to let Alice be its next victim, Alice really couldn't have blamed her too much if she'd said yes. She regretted now that Barbara had to go through such a thing. But she knew that even now if she herself had to, she would. She was still determined to hold onto her secret, no matter what.
"Look at that," shouted Mr. Marvin. "She's even too ashamed to answer me. Well Barbara. I'll tell you what. As long as you co-operate with us, and do everything we tell you to I guess I can guarantee you that I won't let Pete fuck you again."
"Oh thank you Mr. Marvin. Thank you," Barbara gushed out. Her happiness at being reprieved almost totally radiated from her. She didn't care what they asked her to do. She'd do it and no questions asked. She'd suck every cock in the place if they wanted her to. She didn't care. Just so long as she knew she was spread-eagled again, and having that huge thing rammed into her again.
"Now remember," Mr. Marvin cautioned again. "You've got to do everything we ask you to, and no hack talk."
"Oh I will Mr. Marvin. I will. You can count on me. I'll do anything you say."
"Fine," Mr. Marvin said. "And one of the first things I'm going to let you do I think you'll find a little fun. How does your pussy feel?"
She looked at him with apprehension. What did he have in mind? Why had he asked about her pussy? She didn't answer.
"Well?" he said impatient. "How does your pussy feel now?"
"It hurts sir," she replied.
"Very bad?"
"Quite a bit."
"That's too bad. Because I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to use it."
"Oh please sir. Don't. Anything but-"
"Remember," he cut her short. "Anything we say and without any back talk."
"Yes Sir," she replied, her head hanging down. She hadn't won such a victory after all. She was still going to get fucked no matter how sore she was.
"But don't worry child. It won't be as bad as getting fucked by Peter's. You were not a virgin were you?"
"No sir. But I've never even seen anything like that before. Much less had to take it."
"Tell me Barbara. How well do you know Allen here?"
Barbara, startled and surprised by the question, turned her attentions to Allen. She noticed that they were here, but she'd been too busy in the meantime to pay much attention to them. Now she. saw that his prick was exposed. It was a nice cock; not too big, and not to small. Just right.
In spite of herself, she felt a slight twinge of desire within her badly torn cunt. She had in fact thought of Allen on many occasions. He was a handsome man, and had Alice not been her best friend, Barbara would have more than-likely tried to steal him away from any other woman. Now there was the distinct possibility that she might be offered him on a silver platter. That would be poetic justice if she ever heard of it, she reasoned.
Again Mr. Marvin repeated his question, this time a little more urgent. He was becoming impatient with the delays that Barbara was causing.
"Oh I know him from his dating Alice," she replied, "I've talked to him a few times but that's all."
"Never fucked him?"
"Oh no sir."
"Good." Turning back to Alice he addressed the man still standing next to the controls. "Start the horse," he commanded.
Immediately after the man pushed the switch to the 'ON' position, the barrel began moving. Very slowly at first, it quickly picked up speed. It would raise up and then drop completely out from under Alice; then as she would crash down onto it, at the same instant it would jerk violently upwards, imbedding the dildo deeper and deeper into her. With each thrust, now she could tell that the eighth of an inch would become more and more important. For already it was hurting something awful; so roughly and forcefully was it being jammed into her.
"Ouch," she yelled, as she fell completely onto it for the first time.
"Did you say something," laughed Mr. Marvin?
Alice gritted her teeth, determined to hold out as long as possible before giving these hyenas a show. Just then the barrel dropped out from under her again and as she crashed into it on the way down, it rose sharply, jamming the big dildo deep inside of her. She screamed a little this time, her cunt still being extremely sensitive from the dog-fucking.
"Well now that we've got Alice started let me tell you what I have planned for you and Allen," Mr. Marvin addressed Barbara.
Still aware of the pain, Alice listened closely how. Anything that dared to effect Allen would certainly effect her.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Interested now, the twinge having grown, Barbara gave Mr. Marvin all of her attention. She cast a shy glance in the direction of Allen, and once more catching a glimpse of his nicely shaped sex organs, quickly averted her gaze.
"Now what I want you to do my dear is go over to Allen," he paused then and deliberately raised his voice still louder, making certain that Alice could hear, then continued, "and suck him until he's good and hard. Do you think you can do that?"
"Oh yes sir," Barbara replied. The thought of sucking off Allen for some reason wasn't repulsive at all to her. In fact, she was almost looking forward to it a little.
"Good. Then after you've sucked him up hard enough, I want you to fuck him."
At first the thought of again getting fucked automatically turned Barbara off. But the fact that it would be Allen, and that he would be the one tied down and she could regulate the strokes, quickly added fuel to the twinge she felt.
"Think you can do it alright Barbara."
"Oh yes sir. Anything you say sir. I'll do a good job alright."
"Good. Get to work."
As Barbara started towards Allen she heard Alice calling to her. She stopped short and looked at her. She was being bucked about very hard now.
"Bar . ... ughjhhh ... bara," she called. "Please . ... ouchhh ... , don't do ... Yiiiippp ... it. You know ... Ohhhh ... that I'm in ... Ahhhh . ... .love in Allen. Please don't . ... .Eiiiiii . ... , do what . ... .ohhhh . ... .they want."
Barbara couldn't help feeling compassion for her friend. After all she would probably feel the same way in her place. But she wasn't in her place. She was the one who'd have to take that horrible cock again if she disobeyed. Then suddenly she deeply resented her friend for even suggesting such a thing. Which was worse.
Her fucking and sucking Allen, or her getting ripped apart again by Pete's huge member. The nerve of the girl.
Walking towards the wildly bucking girl, Barbara looked at her. She was angry now. Angry because this girl who'd been her friend would rather see her being torn apart by a giant cock than see her fucking her boyfriend.
"Gee Alice," she mocked. "I'm sorry but there is nothing I can do. You do understand don't you dear. If I were in your place I would. I understand how it was when you couldn't stop the horrible things they were doing to me. I understand why you couldn't keep Pete from jamming that telephone pole of his into my poor pussy. Now I hope you are able to understand why I can't help what is going to happen to Allen. After all, there is just nothing I can do."
With that she turned quickly and left. Walking swiftly towards Allen she could hear the continued sounds of pain coming from Alice. However, she immediately forgot that once she saw Allen's prick again. It had already begun to get hard. He too had heard what Mr. Marvin had said, and the anticipation of being sucked and fucked by this beautiful blonde girl, even if his fianc' was going to be watching had caused a purely sexual reaction to set in. His prick was fast gaining in size, and he felt embarrassed.
Allen knew that there was nothing he could do to stop what was going to happen, but he nonetheless felt compelled to protest. After all, this would be over sooner or later, and he still loved Alice. She would never forgive him if he didn't make some effort to resist.
"I think you people are the lowest things on earth. Forcing a nice young girl like Barbara to do things like that. How can you act like that? What's wrong with you people? You're all sick. You should be put away somewhere."
His anger spent then, he remained silent. Mr. Marvin just looked at him, a blank expression on his face. Miss Eva's gaze was on his private parts, and the rest of them just ignored him. Well he'd tried anyway.
By now Barbara had reached him. He recognized a slight gleam of lust in her eyes. In spite of himself he was looking forward to his torture. He remembered briefly the time that Barbara had accidentally walked in on him in the bathroom of the apartment one afternoon. She'd taken her time in backing out of the room, and her gaze had returned several times to his cock. He'd been hot as hell the whole day. He knew that Barbara wanted him.
Barbara reached out and took Allen's cock in her hand. The warmth of it excited her. In the background she could still hear Alice screaming and yelling at her to leave Allen alone? In between grunts and groans of pain that was.
As soon as Barbara had touched his cock Allen had felt that an electric shock had passed through him. His prick rose even faster then, and was soon rock hard. Without waiting for orders from Mr. Marvin, Barbara immediately went down on her knees and stared at the single eye looking back at her. She actually was looking forward to this.
Opening her mouth, she guided the prick in. As the head of it entered her mouth, she breathed on it heavily, and felt Allen give a start. At the same time she heard Alice cursing her in the distance for what she was doing to her Allen. Barbara however, was totally engrossed in what she was doing, the wails and condemnations of Alice meaning nothing to her.
With more than half of the prick in her mouth, she closed her lips over it and began sucking at it lustily. She heard Allen give a terrific sigh of pleasure, and being egged on by the fact that she was making him enjoy it, she increased her effort.
Barbara had also briefly remembered seeing Allen's prick one day. She'd accidental, on purpose, walked into the bathroom. There Allen had stood, his limp prick in his hand, directly facing her. She had gotten so hot that she had had to finger fuck herself in her room. But she wouldn't have to finger fuck herself now. Even the pain in her cunt had begun to subside somewhat with the anticipation of a normal sized cock being thrust into it. She could feel her own juices flowing.
Bob Thompson in the meantime, his ass-hole still very tender from the turpentine enema he'd been given, watched what was going on with interest. The sight of Miss Cunningham, a stuck-up bitch if there ever was one, getting her lumps pleased him. Then too the thought of the girl who'd briefly sucked his cock, now busily and apparently enjoyably sucking away at another prick excited him to no end. Once more his cock stood out provocatively. He didn't give a damn what happened from here on out. He was going to tell all he knew and that was that. To hell with this crap of protecting the bank's money and getting his ass-hole burned off. He would talk, and if anyone ever said anything to him about it, he would have plenty of ammunition to feed to the press himself. They would have a field day reporting the goings on that he'd personally witnessed in this room, plus what he'd been told had happened. And the way that blonde was taking to sucking at that prick would certainly make good headlines. He was sure of that. To hell with them all. He'd make a deal just as soon as this bit was over.
Alice, seeing what they were doing to Allen, and almost crazy now with the pain of the dildo,-likewise decided to throw in the towel. Just then the barrel once more dropped out from under her and she came crashing down, only to be met one more time by the ever enlarging false cock. It sliced into her cruelly, piercing deep within her. Miss Eva had been right. The dog cock was indeed something small compared to this thing. With each jolt she would scream loudly.
"Al . ... Eiiiiiiiiii . ... .right!" she yelped. But no one seemed interested. They were all watching what that bitch Barbara was doing to her Allen. She too tried to watch but she was being tossed about so much she couldn't see too clearly. But from what she could see, Barbara was sucking away expertly at Allen's prick, and at the same time Allen had his head thrown way back. The occasional glimpses of his face she caught certainly didn't look like he was hating it either. The bastard.
Just then she saw Barbara release her death hold on Allen's cock and stand up. Once more the blonde took hold of his tool, only this time she was opening her legs and raising one over him.
The bitch! The harlot! The Slut! The no-good Whore, Alice thought to herself. She's actually going to fuck Allen. She is going to fuck the man I love. I'll pull her phony blonde hair out by its brown roots. I'll scratch her fucking ugly eyes out of her head. I'll
----Aughhhhhhh----I can't stand any more of this she thought. I've got to get their attention and get them to turn it off.
"Alright I-Ahhhh-give in! I can't-Ughhhh-take-Yiiiiany more of-Ohhhhh-this. Turn it-Eiiiii-off. Please! PI-Augggh-ease!
Finally, Mr. Marvin heard her cries for mercy. He'd been so engrossed in watching what Barbara was doing to Allen that he'd almost forgotten all about Alice. He started to signal to the man standing by the controls to cut the machinery off, but he saw that he too was engrossed in watching what was going on. Taking a step toward the controls himself, he saw out of the corner of his eye that Barbara was just mounting Allen.
To hell with the broad, he thought. She brought it all on herself anyway. Let her ride a little while longer. I want to watch this.
As Barbara let the prick slip into her moist cunt she groaned slightly. Her pussy was still a little sore, even though the thought of being fucked by a normal sized prick had excited her. Hearing her groan, Allen, who had been pushing his hips forward to meet her, stopped.
"It still hurts," she confided.
"Sorry," he answered.
"I'm not," she said brazenly. "I've been wanting you to fuck me for a long time. I never had the courage to ask you before though. After all you were Alice's boyfriend. And she was my friend. But after what they did to me tonight and she didn't do anything to stop them I feel no guilt whatsoever."
"I wish I could say that I feel guilty," he answered. "But I don't. Maybe just a little but I've been wanting the same thing that you have. Barbara! You feel wonderful. I'm sorry your cunt is so sore."
"That's all right. You didn't have anything to do with it. And besides, if it doesn't go all the way in, it doesn't hurt at all. I'm sure my love box will heal in a little while. Why in a few days it'll be good as new."
"I hope so. It feels so good."
"Oh does it Allen? Does it really?"
"Yes."
"Do you like it Allen? Do you really like it?"
"Yes Barbara I do. It is one of the most wonderfully warm and tender pussies I've ever had.'.
"Oh Allen. I have to confess something to you. I walked in on you deliberately that day. Remember?"
"I remember. I'm glad you told me though. I wanted to fuck you so badly that day I could hardly stand it."
"I've another confession to make. I hand fucked myself for over twenty minutes after I saw your prick. That's why I was in my bedroom for so long."
"Really?"
"Really! I guess I should be ashamed to admit such a thing, but to you I just don't seem to be. Oh Allen! It feels so good inside of me. I wish I could have it there forever."
"Funny. I'm getting the same feeling."
"Oh Allen! Why didn't I meet you first?"
By now Alice had been drive almost insane by the constant buffeting she was getting. Her voice, almost hoarse now, still tried to call out that she was willing to talk. She'd even forgotten what her best friend was doing to her boyfriend. All she knew or cared about was getting off this horrible contraption. The dildo now extended into her deeper than even the dog cock had before.
In spite of the pain she'd known, she'd experienced her first come. It had happened early in the ride, when the dildo had kept brushing against her clit. When her insides had exploded she'd tried to keep from showing what was happening to her. She might as well not have bothered. Everyone but her was busy watching what Barbara and Allen were doing.
A short time later she had experienced her second climax. This one had even been more intense that the first one and try as she might she couldn't conceal it. She didn't have to try however, because her cries of ecstasy mingled perfectly with her cries of pain.
By now the dildo was so far up inside of her that it was probing again at the opening to her womb. She knew that in the next buck or tow, if someone didn't come forth and turn the machine off, the dildo would penetrate her completely. Just then, the friction again bringing it on, she experienced another climax. She felt the balls of fire exploding inside of her and threw herself backwards. Only the cruel rope restraining harness kept her in the saddle. She felt her insides explode again. The barrel dropped out from under her and as she fell she braced herself; knowing that when she hit the dildo would almost for sure penetrate her completely.
She was right. As she came down the dildo lurched upward, its point searching out the entrance to her womb. Finding it, the pointed tip managed to gain slight entrance. Alice screamed. No one heard.
Again she was raised up. Again the barrel suddenly dropped out from under her, and she fell, only to land on the horrible dildo waiting painfully for her. Still more of it probed into her womb.
In the meantime, Barbara began to feel the onset of her come also. Moaning loudly, ramming Allen's cock completely into her, all thoughts of pain forgotten, she repeatedly told him how wonderful his prick was. She felt her desire rise to fever pitch.
Allen too was panting deeply. The constant friction on the head of his prick had driven him almost to the point of no return. Although Barbara had had her cunt stretched badly, it still had retained its elasticity, and felt wonderful upon his cock.
"Oh Barbara. I'm going to come," he moaned out.
"Me too. Allen. Ohhhh."
"Faster Barbara. Push yourself onto me faster."
"Oh yes dear Allen'.
Almost simultaneously then both of them began to thrash about wildly. Chained though he was, Allen managed to thrust his hips forward repeatedly; only to be met by a frantic cunt lunging at him with burning need.
Suddenly the air was rent with screams and cries as both of them came together. Her arms around his neck, Barbara slammed into Allen time after time. She felt the hot cream jetting out of the head of his cock; only to land warmly in the depths of her cunt. So heavy was their combined come, that she found her small pussy was unable to contain it all, and then felt it running down the insides of her legs.
No one heard them enter. The police were suddenly all about them. They were shouting and pointing rifles, and pistols at the gang members. Someone fired a short burst from a submachine gun. The air was filled with screams and cries.
Trying desperately to get away, the devil-woman was kicking and scratching at one of the officers, while another struggled with her arms; trying to pin them behind her so that he might handcuff her.
Mr. Marvin in the meantime had been knocked to the ground and was struggling to get to his feet. Two burly men in uniform stood over him. Louie and Charlie stood in the middle of the room, their hands high in the air; a look of complete bewilderment on their faces. Other members of the gang were slowly raising their hands. Although there were more than fifty officers in the room, no one had yet found out how to turn off the bucking horse, and poor Alice continued to be buffeted about; her strangled cries of pain almost the only sound in the room.
Several of the policemen, never before seeing such a sight, stood by transfixed for a moment, watching Alice ride the bucking bronc, and watching the dildo do its dirty job. They were snapped out of their daze by the harsh order from one of their superiors to pull the plug. They hurried to obey. The bucking machine finally stopped; a sobbing, crying Alice still aboard.
"Get her down from there,', one of the men in authority yelled out.
Barbara, taking in the whole scene quickly, while at the same time spilling the rest of her come, pulled herself, if sadly, from Allen's cock. Fortunately he too had just finished the last feeble squirt of this come juice; his prick beginning to fast subside.
By now Alice had been released from her torment. She stood beside the contraption; her hands holding her wounded pussy, and crying softly.
Meanwhile, other policemen had managed to find the button to lower poor Thompson, and after releasing him, immediately set about releasing Allen. Soon all the victims of the vile plot had been set free. The members of the gang had been herded together in one corner of the room. A member of the SPCA had come along and had both dogs in nets. The forces of evil had been roundly defeated, and the forces of law and order were in firm control.
"Are you all right miss?, " a round-faced captain spoke to Alice.
"All right?, " screeched Alice. "All right," she repeated hysterically. "If you call having your poor pussy ripped apart by that damned thing," she indicated the machine, "then I'm all right. If you call being dog-fucked made to cocksuck, and then watch your supposedly best friend fuck your fianc' being all right, then I'm just fine. But if you don't," her voice had risen to a high pitch. "If you don't then I'm not worth a shit."
"Now just try to keep calm. We realize that you've had a very trying experience. Murphy," he addressed one of the men standing nearby. "Get the ladies something to cover themselves with. And tell those son-of-a-bitches to stop staring at them like they never seen a naked woman before. And start moving those crooks out to the paddy wagons."
, They finally loaded the small party into cars and they started the long journey back to the city. Allen after making several more attempts to talk to Alice had given up. She was determined to be stubborn.
Barbara, deciding that she'd found something worth struggling for, told Allen that they should all go over to the apartment after they'd finished at the Police Department. The tone of her voice indicated quite clearly that she was ready for a showdown. Alice merely cast her a contemptuous glance, then resumed looking out the window.
"Boy that was sure something wasn't it folks. I mean the setup they had there. Guess you folks are pretty lucky at that. Don't worry about those crooks. They'll get at least twenty years. Maybe more." He resumed looking at the road.
Twenty years. Alice was sure it would take that long for her poor cunt to heal. And that bitch of a room-mate of hers could have that two-timing Allen for the next twenty years as far as she was concerned. Fuck 'em all she thought. But a nagging remembrance of the deep, satisfying, pleasure of coming time after time kept creeping into her brain. She tried to push it away but with no results. She also kept remembering one other thing. She'd been ripped about by a dog and a dildo, but she had yet to feel a man cock anywhere except in her mouth. Maybe she just might give Allen a second chance. At least long enough to find out what had been making Barbara so happy. Maybe!
