Who can judge a person's reactions during stress situations? The prisoner of war who gives in to his captors' demands, the kidnapped heiress who joins forces with her abductors-both must act without past experience to guide them. The end result can be either a very negative or a positive experience.
In IN BONDAGE DAUGHTER, Christina Jamison finds herself in just such a situation. Held captive, then degraded and forced to perform abnormal sexual acts, she nonetheless finds within herself hidden resources, a strength of character she never realized she had.
Christina suffers through an unspeakably horrible experience, but she comes through with her sensibilities intact, knowing she is more of a woman.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Leave me alone!"
Donna Jamison backed away, both hands covering her mouth. She never should have come here, never should have given in to her curiosity.
"You don't want that, baby! Come on, you wanna be friendly with us, don'tcha?"
Mike Faddis was crumbling a beer can in one hand, laughing at the attractive thirty-six-year-old blonde who was stumbling over her own feet. His broad chest and hairy belly were slick with perspiration as he kicked aside a small table and started for the frightened woman once more.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Donna gasped, her scalp crawling while chills rushed up and down her spine. She had been curious about the three men who had moved in next to her and her daughter. For two weeks no one had really seen them. Cars came and went. But that was usually late at night. What did they do? None of the neighbors seemed to know or particularly cared.
But curiosity was killing Donna. Once or twice she had spotted Mike and his brothers Jack and Jeff. They were working on something in the garage and Donna watched them from her kitchen window. Three men-three handsome men moving in next to her. It was almost too good, too tempting to be true. It had been nearly four years since her husband Greig had passed away, leaving her with an adolescent daughter to raise. It had been difficult, but Donna had never complained. Of course, she had thought about dating. But with Christina around, it would have been too complicated.
During the last year, Donna had felt the loneliness of not having a man around the house. Christina had her own set of friends and was spending less and less time with her. Donna had a part-time job at the library, something both to fill her time and bring in some extra cash. But there was still a void in her life, an abyss which only a man could fill. How many times did she lie in bed, her hands smoothing over her flat belly, rubbing over her stiffened nipples, touching her fur-edged cunt as juice bubbled out? She would think of men then-faceless bodies chasing her, catching her and mounting her. Those were wicked, wicked daydreams. But they were becoming more and more frequent as time passed on.
"Baby, you got that hungry look in your eyes. I can spot something like that a mile away," Mike said, throwing the beer can to one side. "You probably been spyin' on me and my brothers all along, huh? Bet you been sittin' there by the kitchen window and rubbin' your cunt while we was workin' in the garage."
"Let me out of here!" Donna screamed.
When the Faddis brothers had moved in, Donna had been at the peak of her frustration. She had watched the three handsome, rugged men move around the yard for the first few days and found herself fantasizing about them. She thought of them in her bed, one of them holding her, fucking her. At night her dreams were filled with Mike or Jack or Jeff chasing her, their long thick cocks sticking straight out from their pants, dripping with cum while she thrashed on the bed, waiting for them to mount her.
But, of course, she had done nothing ... until today. When Donna saw two of the brothers leaving in their pick-up, she had decided to be bold. Christina was at school and wouldn't be home for another four hours. Gathering her courage, Donna crossed the yard, making sure none of the neighbors spotted her. At the rear door she made up some cock-and-bull story about wanting to borrow some fuses.
Mike had stood there, beer in hand, peering at her through the dirty screen door. Nodding, he let her in, foraged around in several drawers and came up with the required fuses. It was at that point he stopped, studied the nervous woman, then decided she needed something more than what she'd come for.
"You'll get outta here ... when I've finished with you."
"No!"
Donna tried running around him. But Mike was faster. He grabbed her wrist.
"Oh, you're hurting me!" she wailed. He was twisting her wrist around, bending her arm back behind her. Pain shot up her arm to her shoulder, taking away her breath.
Donna winced, her face blanching as she felt her knees giving way.
Mike snorted out a laugh, giving her arm another hard twist and sending her to the floor.
"Ohhhh..."
Bright lights popped in front of her. Gasping, the attractive blonde begged him to let her go.
"I've got a daughter. Please, please don't do anything to me!" she begged, tears welling up in her eyes. Her fantasy was exploding into a nightmare.
"You want me to fuck your daughter too? Seen her once or twice. A little snot, but bet she's got one hell of a hot, tight cunt," Mike said, releasing her hand.
Christina! They've been watching her daughter! The idea they might harm her daughter sickened her. Again Donna tried scrambling up from the floor.
"Not so fast!"
Mike was unbuckling his belt, sliding the black leather through his pant loops. For a moment he hesitated, tapping the leather against his dirty Levi's. Donna saw the belt and cringed back. Was he going to whip her? Already she could feel the leather stinging her flesh.
"Sit up." Mike's tone of voice was authoritative, demanding.
Donna shook her head, covering her tits with both hands.
"You heard me," Mike growled, peering down at her with slitted eyes.
Donna trembled, sorry she had ever come over here. She should have been satisfied with her fantasy.
"Dumb slut!"
When she hesitated, Mike pressed his lips tightly together, narrowing his eyes even more, reaching down to her long blonde hair. He grabbed the strands, curling them around his dirty fingers and yanked up.
Donna yelped, her head snapping up. She thought she could hear bones cracking in her neck as the big man pulled her hair. He jerked her close, her mouth striking the side of his riding boot. Her lower lip cracked from the force of the blow. She could taste blood!"
Desperately Donna tried to wriggle away. She pushed him, curling her fingers and digging the nails into his wrists. Mike laughed, tugging her hair, threatening to snatch her bald if she didn't cooperate. When the pain in her scalp became unbearable, Donna fell limp, her arms dropping to her sides.
"Better. I ain't gonna hurt you ... too much, anyways," Mike said. He pulled her by the hair to the center of the kitchen, pushing her down to the floor.
Donna cried out, her head striking one leg of the kitchen table.
"Gonna give you what you been wantin' for a long time," Mike said, raising one hand over his head.
Donna saw the move and flinched. He was crazy, drunk and crazy. He was going to hit her. She could see it in his eyes, hear it in his voice. Instinctively, she cringed.
"No, oh no!" she whimpered, covering her face with one hand and sliding back against one wall.
She saw his hard-on pressing up against the front of his Levi's. Donna could well imagine how big his cock was. She felt a spasm pass through her pussy. Even in the middle of her terror, she couldn't deny there was some positive arousal involved in all this. Still Donna wasn't ready to place her head on the chopping block simply for a little sex-play.
"Come on, baby, come on. We're gonna party ... really have a good time before my brothers get back. And then, if you wanna, they'll show you one hell of a fuckin' good time," Mike said, his lips curling into a cynical smile.
"No!"
Donna heard his heavy breathing, saw his eyes-those eyes, that looked like a sewer rat's! He was going to beat her, beat her, then fuck her. Some men were like that. And she had stumbled onto three of them living right next to her! "Yeah, baby, yeah."
Donna trembled with terror the more he smiled down at her. Her hands slid along the dirty kitchen floor.
Then he raised his hand again, his fingers fanning out. It was too late for her to scramble under a table, to protect herself. Even as she drew herself into a ball, his hand came down, slicing through the air.
There was the sound of the slap followed immediately by her quavering scream. The force of his blow had jerked her head to one side, forcing her to roll half over on one side.
"Come on."
The big man's breathing was heavy, raspy. She felt his hands gripping her, pulling her away from the wall. Donna cried out, her hair curtaining her face. She could still feel the stinging marks where his fingers had slapped her cheek. Bright lights popped in front of her eyes as Mike dragged her from the kitchen, his hands around her waist, her legs trailing out behind her.
Carpeting. They were in the living room. Donna caught half-glimpses of old furniture and tables scattered around. Ashtrays were filled with cigarette butts while beer cans lay in various corners. The house had never been one of the best in the neighborhood. But now it was a first-class slum.
"Yeah, a good hot fuck. Man, I ain't had one in a couple of days. And I'll bet it's been a lot longer for you, baby."
She whimpered. The smell of his alcoholic breath and the knowledge that he would be brutal terrified her. But it terrified her in an awful, inexplicable way. She was feeling a sexual thrill that intensified as more fear filled her mind. She shook her head, her thoughts becoming terribly confused.
"Quit whining."
Mike let her cry a little bit, resting his ass on the armrest of the sofa. Soon the excitement in the living room peaked.
"I ain't got all day, man, and I'm gonna have a piece of your ass right now," he said, rubbing the bulge of his cock.
Donna was on her back now. She watched as he unbuttoned his Levi's, pulling them open with one yank. For a moment she couldn't believe what she saw. Blinking, shaking her head, she stared at the big piece of meat that had sprung from between his legs! Huge! God, something like that didn't belong on a man. Certainly a horse or a donkey would have been more appropriate!
Donna jerked back, her head striking the sofa. Digging her heels in, Donna scooted across the floor, her rounded eyes fixed on his long, fat prick.
"Nice, huh?" Mike said, stopping for a moment and sliding his fingers along the ten-inch length of his prick.
He spread the pre-cum oozing from his piss-slit, greasing down his long thick pole. Donna stared at his cock, at his low-hanging hairy nuts that slowly began to rise, pressing up against his cock root. This couldn't be happening to her! It was a dream, a nightmare!
"No..." she gasped.
The image of his cock burned into her brain. Cock! Dick! It was going to happen to her. This man was going to fuck her. She could see it in his eyes. And there was nothing in the world she could do.
"Oh, no, no! Donna sobbed, her back against the wall.
Clenching her fingers into two fists, she pressed them to the floor. She was dizzy with fright.
"Gonna be good and hot." Mike smiled.
Mike pushed his Levi's down to the tops of his boots. The sour smell of his unwashed groin washed over her. Donna wrinkled up her nose, turning her face away. She didn't want to admit that this odor was triggering her into high heat. She thought of her husband, of that same odor when he'd come home from work and wanted to fuck right then and there. There was no bathing before fucking. He took her from the kitchen, the dinner still half-made, Christina playing outside with her friends-he took her to bed, stripped her and fucked her with little ceremony. And Donna had loved that! She twisted and turned under her husband's sweaty body, the smells of the day seemed like perfume to her as she bounced her ass wildly across the bed.
"No!" Donna screamed.
He moved closer, his fat cock waving, striking against his thighs.
"Come on, baby, come on and take my prick."
It was wrong, awful! But her tits were swelling, swelling with lust. A spasm passed through her tits, slamming into her cunt and taking her breath away. Her clit was tingling madly while cunt juice began seeping from her fuck-hole. She could feel her panties clinging uncomfortably to her outer cunt lips as she wiggled back.
Mike came at her, his hand raised again. The watch on his wrist glistened. He stopped in front of her, his cheeks twitching. Then his arm came down fast.
Donna screamed, her throat hurting from her cries.
His hand came down on the right side of her head, stunning her. As she started to fall forward, Mike wrapped his fingers around her hair.
When Donna groaned louder, he dragged her to the center of the room. She didn't try to get away. It was hopeless. Her only recourse was to remain placid, to let him do what he would and then crawl away when he was finished.
Her eyelids fluttered as the pain in her scalp became horrible. And then he dropped her. She was resting against a chair.
Suddenly Donna realized that Mike was down on the floor, pawing her tits.
"Oh, oh!"
His big callused fingers were struggling with her blouse buttons. Muttering a curse, Mike ripped the garment open, tearing it from her shoulders.
The ripping sounds of the torn material made Donna more terrified than ever. Her eyes widened while she pleaded with him not to hurt her.
"Bitch."
Throwing the ripped blouse to one side, Mike found her bra strap and pulled. Donna cried out, feeling the elastic cutting into her flesh. He was swearing again, fumbling around the buckle. With another curse he un-snapped her bra, slipping it off her body.
"Man, man, you've got real nice tits, baby. I've seen you outside some times and wondered about whether you padded your fuckin' bra or not. But, man, you got the real stuff."
When her tits sprang free, Donna had yelped, instinctively raising both arms to protect her modesty.
Mike laughed, knocking her arms aside. He forced her hands to her sides, twisting her arm around off the chair and back down onto the floor. She could feel his breath blowing against her throat and tits as he held her hands pinned to the floor.
"No modesty here, baby. We're gonna have a good time ... my way, understand?"
Donna nodded tentatively, wishing she could die right then and there.
"And my way's gonna turn you on. I mean, really turn you on."
CHAPTER TWO
"Ughhhhh!"
Donna jerked her head away when Mike tried kissing her. She wouldn't have his filthy mouth covering hers! She would bite off his tongue if he tried something like that!
"Playin' hard to get, huh? Hard to get when you're hot like a bitch. Man, don't it beat all," Mike said, chuckling as he hiked up her skirt. "And don't think you can get away from here 'til I let you go. Try it and I'm gonna bounce you off these fuckin' walls!"
He didn't have to threaten her. Donna knew what he was capable of.
"No, no, I won't try anything ... I promise!" Donna wailed.
"Good. Now, I'm gonna eat myself a little muff pie."
Mike reached up and unzipped her skirt, pulling it down over her thighs. Next came the panties. Donna resisted for a while, pressing her ass down hard against the carpeting. But it was hopeless. She felt his fingers curling around the elastic waistband of her panties, felt the material being tugged off her slender hips.
She was crying out, clenching her fingers into fists and pounding the floor as she felt her panties sliding down. They slipped past her hips, down over her thighs, her ankles, her toes, then they were gone! Naked! She was stark naked now, completely vulnerable to the young man panting over her.
"Nice body, baby. Shit, you look like a fuckin' teeny bop. It's gonna be one hell of a trip fuckin' the shit outta you."
All that talk, all the waiting was working strangely on her mind. Mike was on his knees now, his thumbs and fingers spreading her thighs apart. She felt her cunt lips unsticking, peeling back as they filled with more and more blood.
"Yeah, oh yeah. You got juice comin' outta you. You're really steamin' down there, baby."
"I don't know ... don't know what you're talking about?"
She could feel the juice, feel it slicking dowrt her cuntal walls, oozing down her ass crack and dribbling into her ass-hole. Yes, she was hot, very, very hot! And nothing she could do could disguise the fact.
"Yeah. You keep foolin' yourself if it helps, bitch. I'm gonna start eatin' you out and you're gonna dig it!"
As her fear mounted, sweat oozed out of every pore, slicking down her body. As he dropped down to her pussy, she could feel his breath blowing over her pussy hairs. It felt wonderful, yet horrible! Her thighs flexed, her ass raising slightly while she cried out.
Her husband had tongued her several times on the pussy, wriggling his tongue in and out. But they had never really explored oral sex that much. He had been into fucking her cunt ... long and hard. And certainly Donna had never thought about changing his pattern. Fucking had more than satisfied her during their marriage. But now she was going to have the experience she'd often dreamed about-and from a man who was brutalizing her at the same time!
"Ooohhhh!" she sighed.
When his tongue touched her cunt for the . first time, Donna thought someone had touched her pussy with a live electric wire. Arching her back, wallowing her shoulder-blades against the carpet. Donna felt sparks showering into her cunt.
"No, stop!"
But it was the last thing in the world she wanted him to do. She didn't want him to stop. As she writhed under him, tried pushing him away, Donna secretly wanted more of his mouth. She wanted to feel his tongue touching her pussy, licking between her white shivering legs.
"Ooooohhhhhhh!"
There was a rough rub of Mike's lips as they forced her cunt lips apart. It was a furious sensation. She tried wiggling away. And then his tongue touched her clit. It was as if she were in an elevator crashing down-down from terrible heights! Having his mouth against her swelling cunt drove away whatever doubts she might have had about this man. He was awful, would hurt her if he could, but at the moment he was giving her such pleasure, the pleasure she had been searching for ever since her husband had died four years ago.
"No, no, it's ... it's awful, horrible!" she whispered.
But Donna couldn't keep her head from rolling from side to side. She couldn't stop the juices flowing from the seepy lining of her cunt. She knew she didn't have the willpower to make him stop. He had her pussy spread wide open there, completely helpless. He was forcing her to submit to him.
"Uggghhhhh ... oohhhhhhh!"
"Baby, I knew I'd have you beggin' for it. Man, you can't stop once you get goin', " Mike breathed, licking up and down on her inner thighs. His eyes brightened when he saw her flexing her thigh muscles, her tendons bulging against the white flesh.
"Ohhhhh!" Donna gasped.
Her tits heaved as Mike licked her cunt. He was moving his head from side to side, growling and burrowing deeper between her pussy lips. She could feel the flooding juices of her pussy seeping from her hot hole. The tickling of his tonguing was rough-but she loved it.
Now he moved up a little higher, teasing her with the tip of his tongue, drawing it around the rubbery rim of her cunt. She stiffened, rocking her body from side to side. Donna felt her big tits slapping together, felt her nipples throbbing in time to her clit. Her clit was throbbing with lust. She couldn't deny the wild sensations pouring through her body now.
"Oh no! Nooo!"
He was holding her cunt lips apart while he scoured her wet pussy with his tongue. It felt wonderful. Greig had never been this exotic with his pussy licking. Mike was growling like a dog, licking at her drooling pussy as if his life depended on it. She felt the scratchiness of his unshaven cheeks against her thighs and went wild. His strong fingers cut into the muscles just above her knees. He was spreading her pussy farther apart. She felt as if she were being split in two. And yet that wonderful tension was somehow adding to the steady friction of his mouth and tongue against her slick cunt.
Donna started moving her hips. It would have been impossible for her not to. She knew it was wrong to respond this way. Still she couldn't keep still under all that oral manipulation.
Frantic, Donna dug at the carpet, tossing her head from side to side. She felt her hair tangling around her throat and ears. And then Mike was pusing his head up, up through her soaked cunt. At times she could feel his teeth touching her pussy. Now she wanted to be ravaged by those teeth, torn apart by them! Groaning, snapping her knees together and rubbing them against his face, Donna pitched and rolled under his tonguing.
"Baby, baby, you're one hell of a hot fuck! Man, you're gonna be cryin' when I stick my cock into your snatch."
"Oh, God!"
Fucking! Fucking! He was going to fuck her! Even though it was rape, Donna was looking forward to the moment when she felt his prick sinking into her soft, warm moist pussy. It had been long, so long since someone had touched her there. And now she was making up for lost time!
"Oh no, no-"
"Go for it, bitch! Come on, go for it! Make it with my tongue!" Mike went back to eating her out.
Donna realized she was straddling his head now, her cunt peeled wide open by the strain of her spread legs. He was stroking her firm ass. The tickling touch of his fingers brought shudders of delight from her writhing body.
"Yeah, mama, come on! Go for it, baby! Yeah, move that ass around nice and easy."
He was pinching her ass, tonguing her shitter, then moving back up to her clit and touching her pussy. When she heard her sopping cunt lips sliding against his chin, Donna thought she would go crazy. She was high, dizzy, still falling through a black abyss of touch, taste and smell. Her arms worked back and forth as she felt more and more cunt juice flooding out to his tongue.
Now she was ready for him, ready for his fat cock. He would be sliding his prick up through a thick layer of her slick juices, his cock driving into her hole.
"Fuck, fuck!"
Donna felt his teeth cut along the edges of her delicate inner cunt lips. She threw her head back and groaned like a wild woman. His tongue was going back, back along her cuntal cleft. She felt it spearing suddenly into her cunt. It was so slick and hard and pointed like a cock.
Mike was stabbing his tongue in, then pulling it back slowly, very, very slowly. He was tasting her pussy, sampling her as if she were his lunch!
Donna cried out again as more of her juices seeped out to wet his cheeks. She rolled her hips with a wild new freedom, something she hadn't done for so many years. And Mike was holding her body, licking hungrily at her clit. She moved her hips faster and faster, shoving her weight against him. His teeth cut deeper. And how she liked that sensation! How Donna enjoyed the touch of his tongue, his lips, his teeth all at once! She was whirling around in a wild storm of sensations.
"Fuck it out, baby, come on, fuck my mouth, yeah, fuck it!"
She was fucking his mouth. Tensing her thighs, shoving up with her ass. Donna was hunching like a sex maniac against his mouth, spearing her cunt on his wriggling tongue!
"Uh ... uh ... uhhhhh!"
Gasps broke from her throat. Mike's fingers were sneaking under her once more, cupping her ass cheeks, then searching back, back toward her ass-hole. For a moment she had the most burning desire for him to ... to finger her cunt while he licked. Mike seemed to sense this: Suddenly he put two finger together and slid them into her convulsing pussy.
"Oooohhh!" Donna gasped.
Donna almost went out of her mind. She was drooling, tossing her head from side to side. She was fucking his mouth, silently begging him for more sensation, for more thrills.
Mike was fucking in and out of her with his closed fingers, sucking her clit between his teeth at the same time. Donna had never had this done to her, never! It was the best feeling she had ever had in her life. She could hardly keep still enough for him to give her enough oral friction. But when the tickle became too teasing, she forced herself to quit bucking so Mike could eat her cunt steadily.
He dug against her cuntal lining, shoving his knuckles against her clasping folds. Donna felt the suction of her cunt trying to nurse on his fingers as if they were a cock. She had no control over herself any more. She was spinning out of control, feeling herself teetering on the brink of a wild climax.
Just as she started hunching crazily against Mike's face, he pulled back, wiping his lips with the back of one hand. He was staring at her, his lips still curled in a mocking smile.
"It's your turn now, baby. Feel my cock. Come on, rub it up. You're gonna rub it, get it good and hot and hard, then take it in your mouth. You know, just like I took your goddamned pussy!"
"You're crazy!"
"Don't sass me, you fuckin' slut!"
He reached forward, grabbed her hair in both hands and yanked her head from side to side.
Tears sprang to her eyes. "Yes, yes, anything. Just don't ... don't hurt me anymore!"
Mike laughed, sliding up until his knees were pressed up against Donna's armpits. The woman stared up and saw his long, thick prick wagging several inches above her nose. The smell was nearly overpowering now. She felt his balls touching her chin, saw the opaque cum oozing from the long piss-slit at the head of his cock.
"Oh, no, no!"
"You know you want every fuckin' inch of my cock, baby. And that's what you're gonna get-down your throat first, then up your cunt. When I get through with you, you won't be able to piss for a fuckin' week."
"You don't know what you're saying. Stop it! Stop it now and I won't tell anyone, I promise!" Donna cried.
But her body was encouraging him, her cunt juicing madly, as she wiggled like a whore in heat.
Donna saw Mike was ignoring her. She felt her resistance weakening, the little bit of shame fading away under her rising sexuality. She was almost ready to stop fighting him. Her fingers were poised to wrap around his thick, hard cock. Already she could feel her pussy melting under his insistent sexual play. Her clit and tit-tips were hard. They were so sensitive with swollen tissues and raw nerve-endings that Donna thought they were going to explode!
"Come on, baby, touch my cock. Come on, grab it and touch it."
Donna felt her heart pounding like crazy. Slowly, moving one hand up, she opened her fist, then curled her fingers around his jerking cock.
"Yeahh, baby, yeah! Oh man, yeah, like that. Start jerkin' it back and forth like that," Mike whispered, letting his head fall back while he started pumping his thick-muscled hips back and forth.
Donna trembled, feeling the heat and power of his cock. She moved the outer skin up and down over the steely inner core. It was so exciting, exhilarating doing this! Thick streams of his fuck oil were running down his cock, coating her fingers with the slickness, making her heart pound faster and harder.
As his hot, meaty cock throbbed, Donna squeezed down on it greedily. She thought of having this fat hunk of cockmeat steaming in and out of her cunt, and she moaned. She wanted his cock. Her hand started jacking up and down, up and down, making his fat balls rub against her knuckles.
Mike sighed, pushing forward, his knees pressing hard against her shoulders.
"Jerk it, baby, come on. Yeah, that's it, mama! Pump it real nice, get it good and hard so it'll drive you nuts when I fuck you."
Donna felt shivers of delight rushing up and down her body. Whenever she moved, her cunt lips rubbed against one another, touching her inflamed clit, making her groan. It was wrong, terribly, terribly wrong! And yet laying there on the floor, her head resting against a cushion, she couldn't resist the overpowering force guiding her. She was a victim of her own sexuality. Years of frustration had led to this point. And now, lying there naked under this brutal stranger, Donna felt her cunt tighten with excitement while her mind buzzed wildly-she wanted this forbidden fucking!
"Goddamned slut," Mike whispered, his voice sounding shaky and strained.
"I'm not!" she protested through clenched teeth, making one last stand.
"You bet you are, baby!" he growled. "You're one hell of a hot bitch, and you don't wanna be treated any other way. Just wait 'til my brothers get home. Man, we're gonna have one hell of a field day with you."
He shoved her hands away from his groin, wrapping his fist around his prick and pointing it at her mouth.
"Open up ... and if you try somethin' funny like biting, I'll knock the fuck outta you so bad you won't see straight," he threatened.
Donna swallowed hard, watching as the fat, purple head of his cock inched closer and closer to her lips. Shutting her eyes, Donna opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue, readying herself.
CHAPTER THREE
"Ohhhh, yeahhhh. Yeahhhh," Mike sighed, his fingers fanning out around her head, tightening as he pushed in deeper.
Donna could taste the salty pre-cum as it oozed onto her tongue. She felt him slipping his cock into her mouth slowly, bending his knees, shifting his hips from side to side to revolve his prick around between her lips.
She was trying to relax, breathing in short whimpery gasps. Sucking cock! She had done it many times with her husband. But it was something she felt only married couples should do. It was a very private, daring thing to do. And yet, there she was, sucking off this stranger's prick!
"Ohh, baby, gimme head! Yeah, gimme that good head," Mike sighed.'
He was pressing harder against the sides of her skull, threatening to crack it, as his body trembled mightily. With only the head of his cock between her lips, Mike started hunching back and forth quickly, his chest rising and falling hard and heavy as he fought for breath.
"Come on, baby, move that tongue around. Don't be so stupid," he growled, pressing his fingertips in a little harder. "Yeah, that's it. Move it around, move it under my cockhead. Move ... ughhhoohhhh! Yeahh, you got it, bitch, you got it!"
Donna swallowed, coating her throat with the salty, slippery stuff oozing from his piss-slit. She felt the meaty head brushing over her front teeth, pressing up against the roof of her mouth, then slowly, slowly entering.
Opening her eyes, she saw dark black wiry cockhairs, the flat belly in front of her. Another inch of cock and then another slipped into her mouth as Mike kept groaning above her, telling her what good head she was giving.
"Ohhh yeahhh, lick it, tongue it, suck it! Man, get it good, baby, Get my prick! Take my meat! Take it down your fuckin' throat!"
Donna felt Mike's cock revolve around in her mouth, the fat head pushing out her cheeks, making them bulge. Her tongue started flickering at the ridge running along the underside of his cock. She flicked at the tight scar where his foreskin had been cut away. It was what the big stud wanted. He growled, humping back and forth, his balls swinging against her chin.
"Ohh, baby, baby!"
Donna felt the fat fleshy head of his prick moving over her tongue. It slid farther and farther toward the back of her mouth. Donna took a deep breath, then let the stud shove his prick all the way in until the head was lodged in her throat!
Bit by bit the woman was getting into it. She wiggled her tongue faster and faster along the underside of his cock, sucking as hard as she could.
"Ohhhh, suck me off!" Mike groaned as he rotated his hips.
His prick twisted around in her throat while his hands held her head tightly against his crotch. Again and again he hunched his cock into her, calling her every name in the book. He hadn't fucked a mouth this hot in a long, long time.
Donna wanted to keep his cock in her mouth. She liked the feel of that hard hot hunk of meat in her mouth, the sensation of his hairy groin pounding against her face. Instinctively she wrapped both hands around his hips and pulled herself tight against him. She let him fuck her mouth, groaning, sucking in air as best she could through her nostrils. She could feel his strong legs and thigh muscles tensing, tightening, growing harder and harder as he pistoned his prick into her throat. "Ohh, baby! Baby!"
The two of them rocked back and forth until Donna started to gag. She couldn't take much more. She had to back away for a second.
"Okay, baby, okay. Come on, I'm gonna pop if we keep doin' this. Shit, you probably could gimme head all fuckin' day," Mike sighed.
Reluctantly he pulled his prick out. Donna sighed, feeling the big head of his cock slipping out of her throat, dragging back over her tongue, then finally resting on her lower lip. She breathed with wheezing sounds through flared nostrils, still keeping part of his prick in her mouth. Her tongue kept lashing over it, licking and tasting the head while Mike peered down at her.
"Fuck, you're better than any slut we picked up all last week."
Sucking his prick, tasting the warm salty jizz that had seeped from his piss-slit had been the final blow. Donna couldn't help the feeling rushing through her cunt now. Fucking. Good hard fucking. That's what she needed. That's what she wanted.
"Come on, baby. I think it's time we get serious," Mike said.
His words sent a shock of chills through her. They were going to do it. After all these years she was going to get on her back and ... and fuck with a man! It didn't matter that it was a stranger, that it was a man who would beat her as well as fuck her. She was living just for the moment now, and that moment entailed getting the fuck of her life!
"Ohh, man, feel those tits," Mike sighed, climbing on top of her.
Mike cupped her tits. He was pushing his fingers deep into the soft, silky flesh, kneading her tits as if they were dough. With his thumbs the big stud was flicking her nipples, touching and strumming the rubbery tips until they were beating a rhythm in time with her clit.
"Oh, oh, ohhh!" Donna gasped.
He took her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and pinched the tips hard.
Donna gasped, her eyes opening wide, her legs shooting apart while she writhed against the carpet.
'You dig that, don'tcha, baby? Anything that hurts, anything that makes your fuckin' cunt hotter and tighter you dig," Mike growled.
"Oh, you're wrong, wrong," she whispered, tears coming to her eyes once more.
But he was right. The more he pinched her nipples, the more he rolled them around like tiny peas causing them to throb and ache, the hotter her clit was becoming. Twice she felt her cuntal walls spasming, buckling under the building heat and pressure.
Mike squeezed her tits harder, making Donna shiver and throw her head back against the floor. She arched her body, rubbing her thighs and belly against his hips. She could feel his cock against her crotch. His prick was so long and thick and warm.
"Yeah, that's it, baby, get on it. Get it on, you fuckin' slut! Beg for my prick, beg for it!" Mike whispered, flicking his tongue into her ear.
"Oh cock, cock, cock!" Donna wailed, rocking her body from side to side.
"Gettin' too much for you, baby? Gettin' too much to have your damned nipples pinched while I'm humpin' you?"
"No, oh no!"
He was crawling back on top of her again, his balls dragging over her belly, his knees spread widely on either side of her body.
And then she felt his hands on her tits once more, milking her big tits, then pushing them inward until his cock was cushioned between their soft, rounded edges.
"Ohhhh!"
It was a new sensation, one Donna liked. Having his hot, long prick rubbing between her tits drove her wild. She hunched and groaned, rubbing her ass-cheeks against the carpet. She thought the sky was crashing in as Mike's prick rubbed against her nipples, stimulating them even more than before.
"Baby, baby," he sighed, riding her tits, throwing back his head and letting out animal-like growls while sliding his cock back and forth between her tits.
"Unnghh..." Donna groaned.
Donna could feel his pre-cum slicking down her nipples, making them hot and greasy while his balls dragged over her chest. The tips of her tits and his cock scraping between them sent . hot chills rushing to her cunt. The tight pressure of his hands holding her tits in place and the constant pushing of his cockhead against her nipples had the woman moaning and clutching Mike's shaking ass.
"All right, baby, all right!" Mike cried. "I could fuck your tits all night. Man, I could rub my prick back and forth 'til I shot my wad like that. But you got too much to offer between your legs. Fuck, if you're hot right now, you're gonna go nuts when I shove my cock into your pussy."
"You want to humiliate me," she sobbed as he slowly backed down, rubbing the head of his prick over her belly.
"Sure, why not? Anything I want, I'm gonna do. If you don't like it, tough. But, baby, the way you been hunchin' and moanin' here tells me you like it. You like it a whole lot!"
Donna groaned.
"So just lie still and take my cock, dammit!" Mike growled.
Donna stopped moving and lay quietly on the floor. She kept her eyes closed and her legs spread. Remembering his command, she kept her ass flat against the carpet. But her head tossed from side to side as she felt his knees pressing against her inner thighs, forcing them open. His cock was jerking up against her asscrack. And then in a moment it was sliding up, up until she could feel the head of his prick pressing against her outer cunt lips.
Donna moaned. It had been so long, so very long, since she had felt that delicious feeling. She thought she would piss from delight as Mike hunched up a little further, angling his cock so he could enter her cunt more easily. "Ohhhh, yeahhhh..." Mike gasped.
Hot flashes raced through her pussy as Mike's cockhead spread apart her outer cunt-lips. She felt her blood-filled pussy lips peel back, caressing the sides of his cock as it slowly pushed aside the squiggly, wet tissues of her cuntmeat and began its long trip into her body.
"Fuck, fuck..." Mike whispered.
Donna felt free and wild the moment Mike started throwing his cockmeat into her.
"Baby, you're gonna fry up my cock you're so damned hot down there," Mike growled.
"No, oh no! No, nooooo!"
Donna couldn't believe the feelings rushing through her mind and body now. His body hairs were tickling her, stimulating her more and more. She could feel his hot breath on her throat. Sweat dripped off his forehead and out from under his arms, sprinkling onto her body.
Mike shoved forward, his thick cockhead working inside her pussy. Donna cried out again, scissoring her legs around the big stud while pulling him still more tightly against her body. She was on fire, her cunt burning as if someone had poured burning napalm on her clit! It had been too long since she'd had a man touch her like this, fuck her like this! How much she'd missed it! And now she was making up for lost time.
"Ohyes, yes, yes!" Donna cried as she felt Mike working his cock deeper into her cunt.
Mike twisted his body around so she could feel all of his cock. The fat head reamed out the tight meaty passage of her pussy, shoving farther and farther into her cunt. Donna could feel it entering inch by thick, throbbing inch. Deeper and deeper his cock went until Donna thought she would be spitting his cum out from her mouth when he shot off.
"Dig it, bitch? Dig gettin' it on with me?" he growled in her ear.
"Ohhhh!"
She cried out again and again as she felt her cunt being stretched so wide for the first time in four years.
"Fuckin', baby. That's what we're doing. We're fuckin' around, havin' one hell of a time. Oh yeahhh, yeahhhh..."
"Fucking," Donna sighed, closing her eyes again and rolling her head from side to side.
"Get it on, get it on," Mike growled, biting her neck, then slapping her from time to time as his excitement began to peak.
Donna felt the flesh along her thighs and tits crawl with animal-like excitement. Never, even in the best of days with her husband, had she felt such arousal with a man! He was pounding her hard with his thighs now, his hips grinding against hers, his balls slapping regularly against her upturned ass.
Donna's body shivered with each forward fucking thrust while her cunt stretched wider and wider. She could feel an explosion building deep in her body, making all her muscles tense and cramp until they ached. She was winding up, winding up for her first big climax in years!
"Uhhghh..." Donna gasped.
"Go for it, baby, go for it!"
Her eyes were shut tight, tears of delight and terror oozing from under her lashes. Her mouth was a tight scar. Donna was concentrating on that burning sensation deep in her cunt, a feeling that was growing hotter and more intense with each passing second.
She heard Mike panting against her ear and the sweet, slick sounds of fucking bouncing off the living room walls. Fucking. Fucking!
Her tits were swollen, her nipples throbbing madly as Mike kept pinching and rolling them. Spasms of lust attacked her belly, then radiated down to her cunt. His weight pressed her down, forcing the air from her lungs. His fucking cock sent Shockwave after Shockwave coursing through her body! It was as if explosions, one more powerful than the other, were going off between her legs.
"Take it, slut!"
His prick was all the way in her fuck-hole now, imbedded to the base of his shaft. He lay there for several seconds, his cock throbbing against her slick, clutching cunt walls.
"Noooo!" Donna begged.
Donna wanted friction, movement. She slid her body from side to side, tilting her cunt up as best she could, rubbing her clit against his big cock. She was a mad woman, a sex fiend! All she cared about at the moment was satisfying the raging inferno between her widely spread thighs.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" Donna screamed.
He was fucking her harder, faster. As he ravaged her, the scalding pleasure corkscrewed, becoming something so wonderful she could hardly believe it. Donna fucked back, tensing her ass cheeks, heaving them up, impaling her cunt on his cock. Fucking! Wonderful fucking! She groaned and growled, spittle oozing from the corners of her mouth as she felt that whirling ball of sexual hunger explode deep in her belly.
"Fuck it out, baby, fuck it out!"
Donna could tell he was about to shoot. He was going to spill his jizz into her sucking cunt-hole! She raked her fingernails over his broad shoulders. He had a wonderful cock, a marvelous prick! Her clit was sputtering, sending showers of sparks into-her pussy. Cumming-she was going to be cumming while this horrible man kept fucking her. "Fuck!" he shouted.
As Mike fucked her harder, Donna's cunt tightened up, clutching his pounding prick. They collided over and over. Soon the cries coming from Donna's mouth were those of hungry greed. Her arms tensed, her legs spasmed as Mike slammed his cock into her cunt.
"Fuck!" he cried again, this time his body shivering on top of hers.
Donna screamed, feeling the gouts of his hot jizz burning into her snatch. Again and again jizz spat out from his piss-slit, filling up her sucking fuck-hole. Crying out, kicking out her legs, she beat her feet against his thighs while his big prick kept filling her up. She held on as he shoved forward, sliding his cock all the way up. Donna kept him prisoner that way, rubbing her body against his, listening to his groans mix with hers while the world exploded madly around them.
"Ohhhh..."
And when it was over, she released him, feeling all the energy seeping from her. The big man's cock slapped against her thigh as he pulled it out, rubbing the back of one hairy hand over his lips.
"Good, fuckin' good. Baby, I knew you loved it," he said, sneering at her.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Come on, Christina. Nobody's gonna see us," the young boy said, trying to push one hand under her blouse. The boilers behind them chugged and gurgled, steam rushing out in small sprays from various poor fittings in the system.
"No, Donald! Come on, we were going to have a little ... fun. I didn't expect to go all the way," the pretty teenager said, pushing her boyfriend away.
"Shit."
Donald Farraday had been seeing Christina on and off for the past few months. This afternoon the two had slipped out of study hall by bribing one of her girlfriends who was the classroom monitor. Sneaking into the school engineering plant seemed exciting. And especially sneaking out for a little heavy petting. The thought of them making out under steam pipes and boilers excited Christina. She thought of her prudish mother and giggled some more. If she could only see her daughter now, sitting in the deserted basement with her boyfriend by her side kissing and touching! Again the girl giggled, pushing Donald's hand away once more.
"Besides, there just isn't any place around here to ... well, you know," Christina said, modestly lowering her eyes.
Christina had thoughts about fucking ... a lot lately, especially when she and her girlfriends got together in the school Johns and gossiped. They talked about guys, about how some of them were built. Christina had listened to the more experienced girls talk about their boyfriends, about how it felt having a cock sliding in and out while they jerked around under the guy. Christina found herself breathing hard, her panties clinging to her dampened cunt lips while her nipples itched and hurt.
"Yeah, right there," Donald said, getting up from the metal stairs and pulling up Christina with him.
"Where?"
"Down there. I guess that's where old man Callaway sleeps when he's here."
Callaway, that awful creep! Christina felt a shiver rush up and down her spine. He usually didn't come to work until after three. But there was always a chance he would show up early. He liked watching the girls in gym class running around half naked in the schoolyard. There were stories that he had a secret peeking place in the girls' locker room where he could watch them stripping and taking showers.
"I ... I don't know. It's just so ... so scary and ... and I don't think I'm ready, and-"
"Come on."
"But it's so ... so public down here ... and hot."
The boilers were still chugging away as they threaded their way down the stairs, past a brightly lit panel to a small mattress pushed to one side of the big basement room.
For a moment Christina thought about that dreadful Callaway. He really wasn't all that old-about forty, or so. But the way he skulked along the corridors, eyeing all the girls with more than casual interest, made all the kids at school refer to him as the "dirty old man in the hole." He knew about their derision and he hated them for it.
"That adds to it," Donald said, smiling.
Donald pulled her around and kissed her hard on the lips. Christina moved against the kiss, finally letting him push his tongue between her teeth.
"Mmmmmm ... quit!"
"What's wrong with you anyway?"
"Maybe you're just being a little too pushy right now, Donald."
"I don't think so."
He held her more firmly, pushing one hand under her dress, moving it up, up until he was touching her plump cunt lips.
"Ohhhhh!" Christina sighed heavily, surprised at her response.
He was rubbing her puffy cunt lip. And even as she tried to squirm away from him, she could feel her juice oozing out. She hadn't worn panties today. For some reason she had left them in the drawer.
"Let's go," Donald said.
They were by the mattress, standing face to face. Donald unbuttoned her blouse. He was so handsome-captain of the basketball team, a lean, lithe blonde. She had caught his eye several times in history class. And it had been so wonderful when he began talking with her. Once or twice he had tried to go further with her than she was willing. But he had respected her limits then.
"Ohhhhh..." Christina gasped.
Her blouse slid off, floating to the floor like a descending cloud. Then she felt his fingers unhooking her bra, slipping the straps off her narrow shoulders. She felt her tits spring free. Donald was breathing harder.
"Now this."
He tugged on her skirt, pulled it down and let out an appreciative sigh. Her cunt! She knew he would look at her cunt. Any guy would like seeing something like that. Instinctively Christina blushed. Her mother had raised her to be a good girl. And yet she couldn't help thinking about guys and what they could do to her. Laying in bed at night, she sometimes wished Donald would be there with her, touching her all over.
"Am I-I pretty?" Christina whispered.
"Christ, yes!"
Donald circled her small waist, pulling her naked body against him. Then he let her go and started stripping off his clothes quickly.
Christina held one hand to her throat, feeling her pulse racing, feeling her heart pounding so hard that she thought it would explode. She watched him tear off his polo shirt, then slip off his shoes and socks. Next came the belt, then the trousers.
Her throat went dry when she saw his heavy-hanging cock slip out. She felt her cheeks blushing red hot! Donald's cock was a little bigger than the ones she had read about in the sex education books. Big, but not too big. And his balls! Christina for a moment thought about bolting away, gathering her clothes and rushing up the stairs. In a few moments he was going to be holding her tightly, rubbing his cock against her cunt and ... and fucking her!
Christina swallowed hard, trying to be brave, trying to fight off that knot of fear clenching her guts. She knew that she was going to be changed in a few minutes, changed forever. She was going to let Donald break through her cherry and fuck his dick deep into her body. She was about to give her virginity away to his cock.
"Come on."
He held her hand, leading her to the mattress.
Christina felt anxiety. She felt a little sick. She fought against the fear building in her. "Is it ... all right. I mean."
"Come on."
She let him hold her. In a moment her fear melted away, leaving only the heat that had begun to build quickly in her cunt.
"I don't know if this is right. I mean ... I mean..."
Christina felt the dirty mattress pressing up against her body. It was almost sickening to think that she was lying naked on top of the mattress where that old pervert slept.
"Ohhhh..." she sighed.
Christina kissed his throat as he lowered her onto her back. He felt gently along her cuntal slit with one finger, pressing in against the soft membrane of her cherry.
Christina reached down and grabbed him around the wrist. "Wh-what are you doing?"
"I think I should tear it a little first with my finger."
Donald was pushing his finger in harder now. Christina felt a needle of pain.
"Oh, oh!" she cried, clutching his back, arching her spine and trying to scoot away from his probing finger. Shuddering, Christina shut her eyes against the pain.
"Don't wiggle around so much," Donald gasped.
"But it ... hurts!"
Christina guessed Donald's finger was knuckle deep. And yet her cherry stayed firm. She panted hotly against his cheek, wishing it would be over, wishing he would do it with his cock.
"Ooohhh!" Christina jerked her ass away from the sudden feeling of jagged pain.
Donald wiggled his finger around for a while, then slowly drew it out of her cunt. He had done it! He had popped her cherry with his finger. Christina shuddered. It was over. Her innocence was over ... right here in the school boiler room.
Opening her eyes, Christina looked around her. Pipes, boilers, brick walls. Not exactly the honeymoon suite at the Plaza.
"I'm bleeding. I can feel it."
Donald rested his body onto hers. She felt his cock shoving against her cunt. He kissed her tits, sliding down to slip his cock into her.
Christina felt dizzy, half crazy with what was taking place. She wanted to say something. But her mouth was as dry as cotton. She licked her lips, and Donald lowered his head, kissing her hard. His cock gouged slickly against her cuntal crack and soon the domed head of his prick was pressing against what was left of her cherry.
He groaned, tensing his ass. With a quick lunge he pressed down. She cried out, feeling his cock split the remainder of her bleeding membrane.
"Oooohhhh!" Christina wiggled her slim ass from side to side, her pussy pierced by his stabbing cock as Donald worked it in slowly, deeper.
Around the edges of her cunt Christina felt pain still throbbing away. But she wasn't thinking about that any more. Christina was completely blown away by the way her slick cuntal walls were being stretched for Donald's pistoning prick.
"Don ... I ... ohhhhh, God, it's ... it's like nothing in the world ... uuuhhhh!"
"Christina..." he gasped.
His teeth cut at her chin. She opened her mouth hungrily, wanting him to kiss her hard. Their mouths clashed, their tongues battling. She'd never kissed anyone like that. But now it seemed like the only way. She felt tender and weak, and yet at the same time passionate and demanding. Slowly the girl was starting to learn how her body could move, how it felt at different angles as Donald kept fucking her.
"Oh yeah, yeah..." Donald said hoarsely.
When she arched her back and tilted her cuntal mound down, she felt Don's cock gouging against her pussy walls. He grunted with approval, sliding his fingers down her waist until they were crawling all over her ass-cheeks.
Christina raised her thighs, squirming against Donald's hands. When he held her like that, Christina thought she was going to cum right then and there! A man was touching her all over, all over, making her feel and do things that would have shocked her mother.
His cock was all the way in her, his balls rubbing against her cunt lips. She cried out, biting at his lips and babbling something that made no sense at all. The feeling between her shivering legs was so overwhelming, so overpowering. It drove out all other thoughts, all other sensations. All Christina could think about was Donald and his wonderful, hot thick cock fucking out her hole. Now, she was no longer the virgin of a few moments ago. Now she was wriggling around, begging him to fuck her harder, to fill her cunt to the hilt again and again with his pounding, rhythmic fucking.
"Ohhhhhh!" Her cries of delight sent shivers rushing up and down their spines.
Christina tried looping her legs over Donald's back. It felt kind of snaky and nice. But she couldn't move her body as much that way. And Christina discovered shortly after having been fucked by his cock that she loved moving her body. It seemed best when she put her feet flat on the dirty mattress, bending her knees and keeping them wide apart. She could wiggle and tilt her hips that way, buck them up from the mattress and force more of Donald's cock into her cunt.
Christina bit her lip, concentrating on controlling the strange new feelings teasing her cuntal muscles. She had never thought that she could make them contract, actually milk at a man's dick. But she could do it, commanding her pussy muscles to stroke his prick. She tried it again and again until she heard Donald gasping.
Blinking her eyes and staring up, she saw her boyfriend giving her a funny look.
"How do you do that, Chris? Shit, how ... do you do that? I've fucked around with some other girls, but none of them could ... ughhhh ... could do that."
"Does it feel good for you?"
"Oh yeah, yeahhh!"
He pulled his cock back, back. His prick was almost all the way out of her cunt. Christina could feel the ridged tip just inside the ring of her cunt muscles. She bore down on him, tightening her pussy with all her might. Donald's face went slack as he closed his eyes. Christina smiled with a new kind of pride as she worked her ass around and around. She made her slick cuntal walls caress his hard prick, her hands tightening around his shoulders.
"God, God, don't do that ... don't or I'm gonna shoot!" he warned.
The teasing friction was getting to Donald fast. He rubbed his chest against Christina's tits, pumping his prick deep in again.
Christina moaned, feeling his hips grating against hers. She felt the hilt of his cock tight against her flattened cunt lips. She felt crushed and helpless and yet, in an odd way, in control of what was happening. She touched Donald's smooth, hunching ass and felt him suck in air. He started moving differently as she petted him there. He was so hard-muscled, so eager in his fucking.
"Ohhhh God, God, you're so tight ... so damned tight!" He dragged his cock out of her cunt.
Christina shivered. She felt the walls of her pussy clasping and sucking in on his swollen cockhead. Then, with just the tip touching her outer cunt lips, Donald pushed in again. The muscles and velvety labia of her pussy parted for the slick head of his cock.
"Ohhhhhh, God!" Christina cried.
When she felt his body pressing hard against her cuntal mound, Christina drew her cunt up tighter. She wanted to see how much she could take, wanted to find the limits of ecstasy for her cunt. Now there was no sensation of being hurt or stretched too much. She held her breath, thrashing her ass round.
"Ohhhh man! Man, you're gonna drive me nuts, baby," he moaned.
Christina groaned, feeling his mouth pressing against her throat. The cutting sensation of his teeth, the wet suction of his lips, gave her a scary tingle. She clung like a weak kitten to his shoulders as he spread her cunt once more, drawing his cock back now, then spearing her once more. He was more forceful now, more intent with each movement. Christina's ass quivered with each forward thrust. Her clit burned more and more with the tickle of his cock hairs raking over it. She dug her heels into the mattress and shut her eyes.
"Ohhhh, it's driving me crazy!" she cried.
Christina's legs pushed against the mattress as she stretched them as far apart as she could. She was all the way open, her cunt lips peeled back as Donald fucked her. She wondered for a moment what it must look like down there, her cunt pierced by his cock.
So intent were the two of them in their fucking that neither heard the creak of the upstairs door.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Uhhhhhh..." the young blonde teen moaned, shifting her ass from side to side.
She was raking Donald's back with her fingernails, sensing that his breathing and movements had changed. Instinctively Christina knew that he was nearing climax. She hunched more frantically, feeling his prick pummeling her cunthole faster and faster. Christina felt something taking over his body, a driving need to let go, to cut loose with his jizz. It was scary.
"Oh, oh, let me touch you ... down there, Donald, please," she begged.
The young man made room for her hand between their bellies. Christina surrounded his cockshaft just as he started sliding it out. It was wet with her juice. Biting down on her lower lip, she traced the taut outer skin with one finger until the tip was clear of her cuntal mouth. It was a wonderful feeling. And how the head throbbed when she scratched a nail lightly against his spongy meat! Donald growled, shivered, then drove his cock back into her pussy again. Her cunt muscles spasmed, sucking at his invading prick. Christina kept her fingers there, feeling the spasming continue and build into a savage fury. She knew Donald was going to cum. She could feel it.
"Slow down, slow..."
Christina wanted the two of them to make it. If both of them came at the same time, it would be one of the best feelings in the whole world.
"I ... can't ... can't stop ... too good!" Donald groaned into her shoulders.
"Wait ... wait for me ... ohhhhh wait!"
"Damn it, Christina!"
He was fucking her faster instead of slower. It had been the touch of her fingers on his cock and balls that had set the young man out of control. Christina couldn't stop him now. She knew she couldn't. He was kissing her roughly. She liked that, liked that a lot. The feeling of being overpowered by him, trapped by this vital male drove her insane with sensation. Her cunt throbbed like a festering wound. The flesh around her clit was glowing as more juice seeped out to ease the friction of their rubbing flesh. Christina shut her eyes tight and fucked for all she was worth. Her ass bounced on the mattress, shoving hard up against Donald's wild movements.
"Fuck it out, baby, fuck..."
It was the brutal stabbing of his prick that made the girl tighten her cunt muscles. She felt the powerful ring of her cunt grip the base of Don's prick. His movements were becoming crazed now. She felt his toenails scraping over her ankles while his knees banged continually against her inner thighs. It was going to be so fine! She could feel that whirling ball of sexual hunger slipping a little as she neared her climax. She was going to cum with Donald!"
"Ahhhhhh!"
Donald was squirming helplessly on top of her. Blinking her eyes, she saw that his face was twisted as if someone had hit him squarely between his shoulders. And with her muscles so tight, she could feel the steady pulsing of his cockhead as his body unloaded the boiling cum in his balls. Christina knew she was shutting off the tube that ran along the bottom of his cockshaft. She was keeping him from blowing his cum by tightening her cunt around his shaft. Donald looked down at her strangely.
I "No, oh baby, no! Let me do it!" he growled, throwing his head back.
Christina knew now that she was different from most girls. She had something that she could control, using her hot pussy to control a man. But the trapped fullness in her belly, the gouging caught cock was ready to explode.
Christina threw her head back, prancing her ass wildly from side to side. She still held Donald's cockshaft with her aching cunt. It hurt to hold him for a long time. But she was starting to cum now. She could feel the rushing tickles that maddened the red bulge of her clit.
"Ohhhh!" she gasped.
Christina kicked out her legs, flailing the air with her feet while she dug her fingernails into Donald's back.
"Ohhh God, it's ... it's..."
She released the tightness of her pussy, felt her cunt soften around Donald's cock again. He grunted and lunged forward like a maniac. She hadn't realized he could stab his cock so deep and hard as he was doing now. The friction exploded into a golden fireball. She jerked her head up, biting his neck hard and rubbing her ravaged cunt against him in a final, gasping rut. "Jesus Christ!"
They rolled on their sides, their sweaty bellies grinding against one another. For a second Christina found herself on top of Donald. Then he groaned and rolled her over again. She felt so far away and dreamy and fucked finally and forever. She could smell their sweat mingling, the odor of her juices and his jizz.
The young girl sighed, feeling how raw her neck was from the rub of his whiskers. She ran her palms along his back to feel the dying shakes of his orgasm. How good and lovely she felt right now! A warming glow was covering her flesh like a blanket. Christina could have lain here like this, having Donald's soft cock in her cunt all afternoon.
Afer all the giggling talks, after all the long boring sex education classes, Christina finally knew what fucking was all about. And it was so wonderful! Now she knew, too, why the world seemed to turn around that one word-fucking. Now, she could understand why men pursued women and acted so foolishly. It was because of that one mad moment, that wild second when the world itself seemed to explode and crash in ecstasy.
"Fuck..."
The word had taken on a deeper, more mysterious meaning for her. Christina knew that one fuck didn't make her into a good lover. Donald was only one guy in the world. There were so many thousands more ... all with different cocks, different mouths, different hands.
Then something terrible happened, something Christina would remember for the rest of her life.
"That was a fuckin' good show."
Christina froze, feeling as if someone had just shot her in the face. Donald twitched above her, his hands tensing against her sides. Someone had seen them! Someone had watched them fucking! Christina blushed furiously.
Someone's arms grabbed Donald, suddenly tearing his cock out of the girl's cunt. Christina screamed, jerking up and covering her mouth with both hands as she watched her boyfriend hurled against a brick wall. All around her the steam hissed malevolently.
"Stop it!" she cried.
Then her hands flew to cover the sudden, sharper pain in her cunt. The sticky hot mess of cum and cunt-juice and blood flooded over her fingers. She tried squinting in the darkness. She saw two men, and one was that hated, feared janitor Callaway. The other was dressed in dirty green coveralls. But who he was she didn't know.
"Ohhhh!" Donald was stunned, having struck his head against the wall. Sliding toward the floor he was kept propped up by Callaway's big hands pressing up against his throat.
Christina could hear Donald breathing with a rattling sound. She felt her scalp crinkling with terror while her heart beat crazily against her rib cage. If only they would let her dress, cover her body with her torn clothing!
"Fuckin' kids, fuckin' around on my bed," Callaway grumbled, moving one hand up to Donald's throat and tightening his fingers around his windpipe.
Christina flinched when she heard Donald's breathing became labored, then he was choking. Her eyes rounded and she jerked forward, looking up pleadingly at the janitor.
"Please, please don't hurt him. We haven't done anything, Mr. Callaway," she begged.
"Mister Callaway, is it now?" he said, smiling mockingly down at her. Turning to his friend, he arched his eyebrows, keeping a cynical smile on those thick, ugly lips. "Now you call me Mister Callaway when you're in trouble. You should hear the little fuckers when they think I can't hear 'em. Mister
Callaway, is it?"
Christina felt herself sinking into the floor. The man was a maniac. She could see that in his wild eyes, in his movements.
"Now I said move your fuckin' hands! Give my buddy Jake here a chance to see your pussy up close. We been watchin' it gettin' fucked like crazy. But we wanna see it good and clean," Callaway commanded.
Sobbing, Christina opened her fingers, trying to hide her tits with her upper arms.
Jake bent down and picked up a long lead pipe that had been lying near the furnace.
"No!" Donald shouted, coming out of his daze. He twisted past Callaway's arm and started for Jake.
"Bastard!" Jake growled.
With a minimum of movement, Jake thrust the pipe into Donald's belly. The young man groaned, pitching forward as he tried to grab for the pipe. He fell to the floor, doubled up, his hands pressing into his belly.
Christina fought down the scream in her throat. She had to be rational, be calm. She knew these men wouldn't try to do anything here at the school.
"Oh God, God," Donald groaned, bending over, his forehead nearly touching the floor. He was breathing with labored gasps.
"Fuckin' little twit. Come on, Vic, let's pound the shit outta this one so's we can fuck his lady," Jake said, rubbing the toe of his boot along Donald's ass.
"No!" Christina replied.
But it was too late. Callaway turned around and drove the toe of his heavy engineering boot into the boy's crotch with a sickening thud.
"Yaaghghhhh!" Donald fell, screaming still, his cries muffled by the hissing and popping of all the engineering equipment around them.
Christina watched him crawling on the floor, moaning, as he writhed and retched at Vic's feet.
"That's the way I like 'em. The little snots all should be treated that way," Jake said, kicking the young man again in the left side.
Donald cried out, his face a contorted mask of pain.
Christina felt another scream building up inside her. Her nostrils flared wide. She sucked in air, elbowing backward on the mattress toward the wall. A trail of pink froth streaked the mattress cover under her.
"Let's gag 'er," Jake growled.
Jake moved around, clapping his palm around her mouth and pressing hard.
Christina struggled, kicking at the men until an open-handed slap across her forehead stunned her for several minutes.
She sank back, feeling the world spinning madly around her. It was just as it had been when Donald had been fucking her. The reality of the world around them slipped away, replaced by some dream. She felt herself floating, drifting in a golden world.
"Leave her alone!" she heard Donald cry out from somewhere.
Christina couldn't think properly. It was as if she were outside of herself watching her body on the bed. While Vic guarded the young man at his feet, Jake jammed Donald's jockey shorts in her mouth, using his socks to tie the gag.
Christina groaned, feeling her head throb dully. The room was very, very quiet now, the only sounds being her boyfriend's groans and the sounds of the equipment around them. Christina felt another trickle of cum oozing from her slit. She felt so vulnerable, so dirty, as those awful men stared at her. She wanted to die right there and then!
Jack and Vic observed the two teenagers writhing, and they laughed.
"Man, she was movin' that ass around like there was no tomorrow. Why doesn't she move it now?" Vic asked, his hands on his fat hips and his beer belly shaking with his chuckles.
"Yeah, she don't look so hot and heavy now. What's the matter, baby, you miss that prick in your hole?" Jake grinned.
The two men were laughing at them, making all sorts of obscene jokes while Donald retched at their feet again. Christina turned away, blinking the tears from her eyes. It was awful, terrible! Something told her that Jake and Vic were going to have their own bit of fun before turning them loose. She could see that in their awful eyes as the two men rubbed their crotches and smiled at her.
Vic began unbuttoning the tops of his green overalls. His head was shaved, glossy, and he had pale eyes and high cheekbones that made him look like a living skull. His belly swelled out from beneath his chest, supported by two stocky legs. He was a grotesque individual, constantly mocked by students.
But now he was in a position to do the mocking. Years of hatred had built up to this point. And Christina suspected that those years were about to burst over her head like a thunderstorm!
Vic smiled and Christina shrank back from his thick lips and yellowed teeth.
"This here's Jake. He's janitor over at Paul Revere High on the other side of town. Came over to help me with some stuff. Looks like he's gonna help me with lots more."
"Hey, won't there be someone comin' down here to check up or something'? " Jake asked, scratching his scuffy black hair.
"Naw, ain't nobody comes down here for a long time. The fuckin' security guard, but he don't come on duty for ... for another three hours," Vic said, checking his wristwatch, then smiling down at the trembling blonde. "That gives us three hours to have a little fun with the little miss here. That's right, baby, we're gonna have ourselves a party."
Christina could have vomited! They were going to rape her! They were going to shove their filthy cocks in her cunt and rape her!
"Hold the bitch there," Vic said conversationally.
Jake held her arms, telling her he'd knock her senseless if she tried to get away. Christina whimpered in compliance, feeling her courage slipping away minute by minute.
Vic picked up some of Donald's clothes and checked them. For money? Dope? Christina didn't know. He muttered something, then threw the garments away. Christina twisted her head from side to side and watched the janitor examine the room, then go back up to Donald.
"So, you little shits think you're somethin' else, don'tcha?" Donald was still trying to catch his breath.
He held his belly with both hands, looking up at the janitor who towered over him.
"Wh-what do you mean?"
Jake smiled at his buddy, his fingers digging into Christina's wrists.
Vic smiled. "You know, callin' me all kinds of names and that kinda shit. You didn't think I knew about that, did you?"
Vic kicked Donald again, this time the toe of his boot landing right in the boy's diaphragm. He cried out, his body snapping to one side and falling near the mattress. Christina groaned in the gag, feeling the short material soaking with her spit.
Casually Vic moved around to the boy's head, his eyes gleaming. Christina could see the big man liked doing this kind of thing, enjoyed pounding someone into the dirt, especially someone who had despised him for such a long time.
"You ... you won't get away with this," Donald panted, spitting onto the floor. "They'll find out, someone will find out. And when they do..."
Vic's lips trembled. He raised his left foot and planted the sole of his boot squarely on the boy's neck. Donald's voice cracked, becoming nothing more than a strange, strangled rattle.
Christina cried out through the gag once more. They were going to kill him!
"Hey, man, maybe you oughtta stop. The kid's gonna buy it," Jake said.
"Yeah, yeah," Vic said, obviously struggling with himself.
Christina sighed with relief, leaning against the big man behind her. She watched as Vic backed away, wiping the beads of sweat from his forehead with the back of one hand.
"Need a cig," Vic said, fishing out a pack from his shirt and tapping out one. "Never thought somethin' like this would happen. Never."
Christina watched him light the cigarette, take several puffs, then move over to her.
"Hold the bitch down. We're gonna have us a party." Vic smiled.
Christina watched the blue smoke curling up from the burning cigarette. She flinched.
CHAPTER SIX
"Don't ... don't hurt her!" Donald cried, struggling to get up.
But the blows had broken several of his ribs and left him helpless.
Christina cringed away from the heat of the cigarette. Jake had pinned her arms back, digging his knees into her spine while telling her to hold still.
Her eyes bulged, her fingers working against her palms as the heat increased terribly. He was going to burn her with that cigarette! He was going to touch the tip of his cigarette against her flesh.
"Oh God, don't hurt her!" Donald gasped.
Vic laughed, taking a long draw from his cigarette, then blowing the blue/gray smoke into her face.
Christina jerked away, tears welling up in her eyes as she coughed violently into the spit-soaked shorts gagging her mouth. Her hair splashed over her face as she sucked in air desperately to feed her lungs. She could hear the men laughing around her.
There was another puff of smoke and then a third. She couldn't get away from the torment of having her eyes blinded like that.
"Let's see what kind of reactions she has," Vic said, taking another long draw from his cigarette. "I've seen this little bitch on the field ... cheerleadin', or fuckin' around, or something. Let's see how good she is at takin' heat."
Christina looked at the cigarette, then at the big janitor. She writhed against the strong hands behind her. A sob was muffled by the gag.
She felt the heat near her right thigh. Her body shivered.
With a good deal of effort Christina strained.
She closed her eyes, trying to concentrate on something else. Footballs scores, the newspaper, her mother, anything except the terrible growing heat between her legs. He was going to burn her thighs, then move it over to her pussy. She could sense that, knew what he was going to do to get the maximum amount of pain from her.
"What are you doing to her!" Donald wailed from the corner.
"Shut up, bastard, 'less you want another boot in your belly," Vic snarled.
"Yeah, or maybe this time we'll mash your fuckin' balls and you won't have to worry about pluggin' cunts. Man, you can join the fuckin' church or somethin', " Jake shouted.
Both men laughed, then went back to the business of torturing Christina.
The blonde teen strained once more not to scream. But Vic was touching her with the burning tip now, dragging it along her flesh up to her cunt. There was a chilling shock, followed by numbness, and that was followed quickly by burning pain. The girl shivered, her fingernails digging into her palms.
"What are you doing to her! Dear God, what are you doing!" Donald's voice rang through the big room as the men continued torturing the girl.
Christina jerked her ass off the mattress, feeling sweat oozing from every pore of her body. The awful line of pain was moving closer and closer to her cunt. Images of them burning her pussy to a crisp soared through her mind as she twisted against Jake's grip.
Vic grinned. "Yeah, good pussy, good bitch. You're gonna have a good hot cunt ... just like you had when you was fuckin' around with that shit over here."
There was a crackling sound. The first few hairs on her cunt lips burned down, curling back, blackened by the heat. Christina threw her head back, the cords straining from her neck. The smell of singeing body hair added to the odor of burning tobacco. For a second Christina thought she was going to pass out.
"Oh yeah, baby, come on, take it, take it all." Vic was acting as if he were fucking her.
She could tell that doing this sort of thing was a turn-on for the big man. He loved it, loved causing pain, humiliating her in front of her injured boyfriend. Again she cried out, her body jerking against Jake's as the pain increased horribly.
"Yeah, baby, yeah!" Vic chortled.
Christina shivered. The gag held her mouth wide. With a tearing pain in her throat, she screamed. Christina felt her tears flowing.
"God, you're burning her. Stop burning her!" Donald cried, scrambling to his feet and staggering toward the two men.
"Had enough of you, kid," Vic said, getting to his feet and throwing away his cigarette.
Christina screamed once more into the gag as she watched the big janitor sink his fist into Donald's belly again and again. The young man sank to the floor, holding his hands to his belly. That was all Vic needed. Clasping both fists together he jerked them up hard against the boy's chin, snapping his head back and knocking him unconscious.
"That'll keep his mouth shut for a while," Vic said, rubbing his knuckles against his thighs.
Christina felt a rush of terror go through her like a knife. They were savages, brutal savages! They were capable of doing anything to her. Carefully the girl worked her tongue against the bulky roll of underwear in her mouth, pushing it past the knotted socks.
Vic picked up the cigarette and was touching the burning tip once more against her flesh. This time, however, he went right to her cunt. At first Christina couldn't believe it! He was actually touching the burning end to her pussylips. Then the shock of pain snapped her back to reality. Throwing her head back, tensing her legs and thighs the young woman let out a howl of agony, the cries sneaking past the gag.
"Yaggghghghhhhhhh!"
Her body shivered, rocked like a boat in a hurricane. The pain grew worse and worse. And then the ultimate happened. She felt him drawing the cigarette up, up to her clit. When the tip touched her clit, Christina shrieked again, her fingers fanning out and trembling while her legs beat against the mattress. It was too painful for her to stand!
"Hey, she's gonna flip, man. Let 'er go," Jake advised.
Vic drew the cigarette around her cunt once more, smirking as he watched her blonde cunt hairs blackening and curling back. Then, with a mutter, he flipped the cigarette away.
"Ohhhhh..." Christina sighed.
Christina sank in Jake's arms, her body trembling with tension and pain. Blinking her eyes open, she peered over Vic's fat body and saw Donald lying in a heap nearby. This thing had started so innocently. They were going to have a good time just by themselves. No one would know., And now Donald was beaten half to death and she was a victim of these terrible men.
"Let's get the bitch strung up. Man, I always wanted to do somethin' like that, and now's the right time. Ain't nobody gonna be around here to hear her scream," Vic said, his eyes like two coals.
"Okay, man, but let's be careful. I don't want the cops on my ass. You know, I got a record and..."
"Shut up! Don't tell the bitch any more than she's gotta know."
Christina lay huddled on the mattress, Jake standing close by on guard while Vic searched for several lengths of rope.
"Take the gag outta her mouth," Vic commanded.
Christina watched as Jake obeyed Vic, then took a long piece of half-inch line and threw it over a sturdy-looking pipe overhead. Checking it out for weak spots, he seemed satisfied. He motioned for his buddy to bring Christina over to him.
"What are you going to do to me?" Christina whispered.
"Just think, baby. Your friends are up there, playin' their stupid games, talkin' about me, maybe about you and the kid over there," Vic taunted, taking a short piece of rope and securing her wrists together in front of her.
Christina winced as the janitor tied a double figure-eight, tightening the rope so hard she thought the circulation had been cut from her fingers.
"They're up there, while you're down here with us," Vic said. Christina could have cried at that thought.
Yes, it was horrible, awful! Freedom was so near. If only she could call out, scream out to the others for help. But they were too far away from the rest of the kids. No one would have thought to come down here for her and Donald. Vic was right. This was a perfect place to do this sort of thing. While the kids were studying and playing, she was going to be tortured!
"Oooohhhhh!"
The big man fastened the long rope to her wrists, securing it with a slip knot, then moving behind her. Christina twisted her head around, peering over her shoulder. Sweat broke out on her flesh as she heard Jake and Vic whispering.
Then her arms began to rise. There was a rubbing sound. Looking up, she saw the long rope slipping back over the pipes.
"No, oh no, no!"
They were going to hang her up like a piece of meat! They were going to string her up and hurt her in some awful way!
"Listen to her moan, man. Christ, it turns me on!" Vic admitted, pulling the rope down hard with his buddy, watching as the girl's arms jerked high over her head.
Christina felt her tendons straining, her shoulder aching, as her body was being stretched. Slowly, painfully her toes left the ground. She was swinging, twisting slowly from side to side, her arms stretched to the tearing point.
"Unnghhhh..." Christina gasped.
"That's it, secure it to the pipes over there," Vic instructed, reaching down and pulling his belt from his overalls.
Vic stepped in front of Christina, doubling the belt and tapping the leather against his fat thighs.
"You're gonna pay, bitch, pay for everything I've had to take on this lousy job."
Christina shook the long hair from her face, staring down at Vic with tear-stained eyes. It was no use telling him she had nothing to do with his personal pain and humiliation. She had never called him names, only shrunk away from him whenever he made his appearance during the day. Now she was going to pay for all the abuse he had taken these long years!
"Oh my God ... you ... you're hurting me ... you're really hurting me!"
It was like some nightmare come true! Hanging there, her wrists chafed by the rope, her fingers growing colder by the second, her shoulders aching from the weight of her swinging body, Christina stared at the two men below her. They were the scum of the earth, vile perverts who didn't deserve a rock to crawl under. And yet these animals were in control of her life.
Twisting to the left, Christina saw her boyfriend still lying in a heap near the boilers. She could see his chest rising and falling, hear his regular breathing. Thank God, he was still alive.
"You and them others, you all laughed at me a lot, didn't you?" Vic said.
Christina could see he was trying to work himself up. Vic was trying to justify what he was going to do to her.
"No, I swear it!" she cried, shaking her head from side to side. Her body swung with her movement. "I never said anything like that at all!"
Sweat beaded her forehead as she watched the big fat janitor tapping the doubled strap harder against his thighs.
"Liar! Lyin' bitch!"
The next move took the girl completely by surprise.
Vic lashed the belt across Christina's belly. Christina choked, her eyes bulging out while her knees jerked apart, her feet kicking to either side of her swinging body. It was as if someone had touched her with a torch. She sucked in a ragged breath, starting to cry out before stopping herself. These animals wanted to hear her scream, hear her begging for mercy. She wouldn't give them the satisfaction.
Christina bit down on her lower lip, biting so hard she broke the skin and tasted blood. She was determined not to scream no matter what they did to her. The pain ebbed. Slowly she lowered her legs, keeping her knees pressed together. In vain, she tried to hide her cunt from the leering men.
"You're like all the others-think your fuckin' cunt's too good for us. Man, when I get through with you..." Vic was so excited he was rocking back and forth on his heels.
"Hey, take it easy, man." Jake warned. "You're gonna make her blow her brains out. She keeps screamin' and..."
The rest of his warning Christina didn't hear. Christina wriggled her fingers, touching the rope that bound her wrists. She had to keep moving her hands or the circulation would stop.
"Don't care, man, don't care," Vic said, pushing his buddy to one side. "Don't care what the fuck other people'll hear. I'm gonna pay this one back for everything she and her kind have done to me."
"No, no, you don't know what you're saying! Please, oh God, please, don't hurt me again!" Christina begged, tears flooding down her cheeks.
"Fuckin' slut!"
He slashed the doubled belt next across her right cheekbone.
The girl cried out, the force of that blow snapping her head to the side. Christina choked on a stifled scream. She had nearly forgotten her vow. Never, never would she give them the satisfaction of hearing her cry out for mercy! Once more she bit down on her lower lip, grinding her teeth together hard.
"Unnghhhh..."
Christina tried to ignore the fiery pain that ran from her ribs to her navel. Sudden hatred for the men who had trussed her up coursed through her. Filling her mouth with saliva, she spat at Vic in a rush of anger.
"You animals! Bastard! We haven't done anything to you, and you do this to us! When we get out of here, we'll make sure-"
"And who says you're gettin' out," Vic interrupted, with a sly smile.
Christina stared at him, her flesh chilling. Surely he wouldn't try anything foolish enough to send him to prison! Christina shook the awful thought from her mind. It was just a bluff, something to add to her already mounting terror.
"Bastard!" she cried but again, jerking her head up and staring at the pipes overhead. If only someone nearby could hear her cries for help.
"Bastard?"
Vic coughed, pulling himself up and staring heatedly at her. The belt trembled in his hands.
"You're calling me names when you and your kind go around school bouncin' your fuckin' asses around, showin' your goddamned nipples through your blouses? You call me names when you're all nothin' but a fuckin' bunch of whores and sluts, animals that deserve to be fucked then thrown in the gutter? Bitch! That's what all of you are," Vic said, his face purpling with anger. "Nothin' but a pack of fuckin' bitches!"
Cocking his arm, he slashed the belt across Christina's right nipple.
"Yagagghhhhh!"
The pain was just too much for her to bear. Swinging there, Christina prayed God something would happen, someone would come in and stop this insane madness. But nothing happened and the belt kept lashing at her.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Another slicing blow, this one across her left nipple.
Christina thought he was going to flay her alive right there in the basement. She screamed long and loud, her vocal chords hurting from the prolonged yowl. An involuntary spasm made her legs jerk up toward her belly. The pain went on and on.
She ground her teeth, hating the janitor and his friend bitterly. Christina wanted him to come close enough for her to kick his crotch. She would get back at him the way he was getting back at her. "Bitch!"
Slowly Christina managed to regain control of herself. She hung there, sagging in the ropes, wishing she could mash his cock and balls flat.
"You got anything else to say, baby? You got somethin' that's gonna make me treat you any better'n before?"
He was moving, drawing up to her. Just a few feet more and she would have her revenge.
"You aren't worth ... worth anything I've got to say," she panted, testing her feet, wiggling her toes as Vic stood in front of her.
"Slut!"
He hit her again, this time the belt slicing across the flesh of her thighs. The blow surprised the girl. Screaming, she jerked her head back, feeling her long blonde hair sweeping over the rounded tops of her ass-cheeks. Again her legs kicked out like those of a frog while her wrists twisted helplessly in the ropes. Her tits slapped together with her violent moves.
"Bitch, fuckin' bitch! You gotta get fucked all the time, don'tcha?"
"No!"
Christina screamed out her reply, feeling her mind whirling around and around. Things were blurred for her now. She couldn't make Vic or Jake out too well, couldn't even see Donald without straining. What was happening to her? What were they doing to her? Shaking her head from side to side, she tried to overcome the racing pain from the belting. It was the only way she'd be able to kick that bastard.
But for the moment she felt so tired, so exhausted. Groaning, Christina sagged in the ropes. She felt her toes barely touching the concrete floor.
"She's gonna cum like that, man. You mark my words, man, she's gonna make it by the time I get through with her!" Vic swore, tapping the belt against his thighs.
"Ohhh..." Christina moaned.
Again the janitor drew the belt over Christina's tits, then he beat her around the ankles and feet before ending up with several blows to her belly. The girl cried out with each stroke, her fingers fanned out until they cramped while tears streaked her face. This was a nightmare, an impossible thing happening right here in her school!
"Yeah!" Vic looked at her, licking his lips. Christina's twisting, tortured body in front of him triggered a spasm of lust. He looked at the helpless girl the way a vulture studies a carcass. His hands shaking once more, he came a little closer.
Christina groaned, moving her foot around experimentally. She felt if he moved just a bit closer she could kick him.
"Yaggghghhhhh!" she screamed.
Vic grabbed at Christina's pussy, twisting the hairs and her cunt lips in his fist. Nothing could have prepared the young woman for this agony. She screwed her face up in a mask of pain, climbing on the ropes, her muscles and tendons bulging with the futile effort of escape. And still Vic held her captive by the cunt, pinching her pussy lips, pressing harder and harder until Christina felt herself teetering on the brink of collapse. No, she couldn't stand this much longer.
"Cunt! Dumb cunt! You're gonna get what you've been beggin' for for months!"
His fist moved up. In a moment she felt him sliding his jagged thumbnail up until it was up by her clit. In a moment he had the nail poised over her tiny sex organ, laughing at her.
"Aggghghhhhh!" Christina screamed.
Then he crushed her hard slick clit down under his thumbnail. It sent a shot of blinding agony rushing through the young woman's body. It was as if she were struck by a lightning bolt! Her face blanching, her arms tensing then spasming mightily, Christina felt herself rocketing to the moon. Then a dark, comforting blackness overwhelmed her, and she sagged in the ropes, this time unconscious.
* * *
"Hey, ain't that the cunt who lives next door?"
"Yeah, she came over to borrow a cup of marijuana and got turned on instead."
The two Faddis brothers laughed. Jack, the taller of them, came up to Donna and toyed with her blonde hair. The woman shrank away, covering her tits and cunt as best she could.
"Where's Jeff?"
"Still down at the parts store lookin' for the right size brake shoe. He'll be back," Jack said absently, tugging at her hair and smiling as Donna whimpered. "You had 'er, huh?"
"Yeah, I had her," Mike said, rubbing his cock through his Levi's. He had already dressed, keeping Donna naked on the floor for his brothers.
"She any good?"
Jack was breathing heavily, his eyes focusing on her thunderous firm tits and her cuntal bush.
"Yeah, pretty fuckin' good. She digs gettin' beat up. You know, she's one fuckin' good lay. But a little rough stuff sorta perks her up better," Mike said, leering at the terrified woman.
Jack smiled back, rubbing his chin.
"That's the kinda fuck I dig, mama. I like the rough stuff."
"No, he's lying. I swear it!" Donna whispered, her forehead wrinkling with fear as she scooted back. "No, no, don't hurt me! Please, please."
Donna whimpered as her pleas trailed off into a whisper.
"Hurt you?" Jack laughed, rubbing his sweating palms on either side of his Levi's.
She could see he was becoming aroused. It was just as it had been with Mike. Donna saw his cock stiffening, pressing against the faded front of his jeans. Soon there was a wet dark spot just to the right of his zipper. His cock was big, as big if not longer than his younger brother's.
"No!" Donna darted her eyes from one brother to the other, still scooting back, stopping when her back came into contact with an end table. "Oh God! No!"
Panicking, Donna scrambled to her feet, her hands spread out to keep her balance. Running behind the sofa, her tits and buttocks jiggling and slapping together, Donna slipped past Mike and rushed for the door.
Behind her, she could hear Jack's pounding feet. The door! If only she could reach the door and open it, she would be safe in the streets! At that point Donna didn't care what the neighbors thought. Let them gossip, say what they would. The Faddis brothers wouldn't dare follow her out in broad daylight and drag back in. She would scream, cry rape, anything to get away from these awful men who were showing her a side of herself that she would have rather kept buried. "No!"
Donna eluded Jack's hands by shrugging away, running to the left of the door. She stopped, her head spinning, her chest tightening as she saw the brothers crouched, poised for attack. Donna backed away slowly, her heart beating like a trip hammer! She looked around her desperately for an escape path. There was none!
"Come on, baby, come on. We got somethin' really good for a fast slut like you," Jack said, his smile growing broader.
It was obvious he was enjoying this pursuit, this little game she had suddenly thrust onto them. Donna whimpered, her throat and mouth becoming as dry as cotton. There was no way out! She had no plans. All that ran through the woman's mind now was sheer terror.
"Oh, oh!"
Jack rushed toward her, his fists raised. Donna screamed, covering her head protectively and running to the left. Her tits bobbed, her ass-cheeks and belly jiggled. Gooseflesh puckered up her skin. While running away from Jack, she felt a warm trickle of something on her inner thighs. She knew she was pissing on herself. She was so frightened she couldn't control her bodily functions. Stubbing her toe on another end table, then stumbling forward, Donna circled the sofa, dodged Mike, then made another desperate dash for the front door.
"Ohhh!" she gasped.
Jack spread his arms wide, blocking her path. She spun around, whimpering like a terrified kitten, not sure which way she should go.
The men behind her roared with laughter, cat-calling at her, throwing pillows at the fear-stricken woman, laughing as she broke down in front of them.
"Look, man, she's pissing on herself! Man, we've scared her that much! Fuck, this ain't real!" Jack laughed, obviously pleased at the way things were going.
"Wait 'til you stick your cock in her. Man, you won't believe how the slut turns on!"
Another moment later Jack was behind her, grabbing her hair, pulling it back. He held her tight, yanking on the strands until she thought he was going to rip it from her scalp.
Screaming, her eyes wide, Donna felt her heart sinking. It was all over now, all over. There would be no escape now. The men had given her enough rope to hang herself. Now they were growing tired of the game and wanted it to end.
"No!" she screamed.
Jack gripped her hair more firmly while reaching around and sliding two fingers into her cunt.
"Ohhh, yeah, nice and warm and wet," he moaned in her ear, rubbing his cock against her ass.
Donna moaned, jerking her knees together. He was hurting her, ramming his fingers in and out like a fat prick. She begged him to stop. But that only added fuel to his perverted fire.
She twisted around, snapping her head back against his broad chest when she felt his fingers sliding up, up to her clit. He touched her clit, brushing it with his knuckles. And then she felt his fingers pinching it, rolling it around as if it were a little pea! Again she screamed, her knees pressing hard against one another, buckling as the pain/pleasure became overwhelming.
Donna felt her belly and cunt muscles contract, cramping under the excitement and terror. Another spasm of wild sensation rushed through her pussy. She yelped, grinding her thighs hungrily against Jack's hand and spearing fingers. Pleasure? Pain? Donna didn't know. She couldn't seem to separate them any more.
While the men gloated behind her, she backed up against Jack, rubbing her ass-cheeks against his groin.
"Man, hot little bitch," Jack groaned.
His fingers were twisting around in her cunt hole. He was telling her all sorts of things, terrible, awful things that he wanted to do to her body. Her spine chilled while her flesh puckered up once more into goose pimples. She felt the rough brush of his Levi's against her ass while his fingers kept fucking her cunthole.
"Nice, nice ass, nice everything," Jack whispered.
Donna cried out when she felt one hand squeezing her ass hard, bringing tears to her eyes. She tried pitching forward, jerking away from the big man. But Jack was holding onto her tightly, his fingers still twisting and turning in her pussy-hole.
"No!" Donna gasped.
"No what, bitch?"
Jack spun her around, gripping her by the shoulders and jerking one knee up. It caught her by surprise, knocking the wind from her and forcing her to stumble, her arms flailing wildly. Donna toppled back onto the sofa, her long white legs draped over the armrest.
"Not bad, not bad," Jack said, sniffing his fingers, then wiping them on his Levi's.
"Told you she was somethin' else. like I said, just wait 'til you fuck her."
Donna choked, gasping in lungfuls of air.
"Get up, baby, come on, get up!" Mike commanded.
Donna knew it wasn't wise to disobey. Still holding her belly, she swung her legs carefully around and stood up, shaking several loose strands of blonde hair from her face. She heard Jack moving around behind her. Before she could turn around, she felt him slap her ass hard, making her full ass cheeks jiggle and bounce from the force of the violent blow.
"Ohhhh!" she groaned.
She jerked forward, twisting around and covering her ass with both hands. Outrage and anger showed on her face.
Mike sneaked up behind her, knocking her hands away from her ass-cheeks and slapping harder then his brother. Again and again the brothers tormented her, spinning her around, slapping her ass until it felt as if waves of hot needles stuck into her ass right through to her cunt.
While they struck, Donna felt her knees growing weak. "No!"
It was getting harder and harder for her to breathe! She whimpered, gagging and throwing her head back, making her long hair sweep over her shoulders. With each slap Donna felt herself growing weaker. It wasn't the blows so much as it was the terror that mounted and the constant drain on her emotional strength. Her will was disintegrating, crumbling under their hateful assault!
"Stop! Please, stop!"
The blows stopped.
Donna sank back, covering her face, feeling hot tears washing over her fingers. Then she heard footsteps again. She didn't find the energy to run, to fight back. She was about to faint. Let them do what they would with her! She just couldn't stop them.
"Slut!" Jack grabbed her, pulling her back, her heels scraping over the carpet.
Donna shivered. "Ugh!"
Jack had deposited her in the doorway to the kitchen. She leaned against the molding, staring up at him as he unbuckled his belt. For an instant she thought he was going to fuck her right there on the floor. Then she saw a strange gleam in his eyes as he pulled the belt away from the loops, holding the buckle in a strange way-almost as if it were a whip. Whipping!
The thought seared through her mind as she watched him wrapping the black leather around his knuckles. He was going to whip her as if she were some disobedient slave!
"No!" Donna covered her face with one hand, wiggling away from the big man.
Behind Jack she could see Mike sitting on the armrest of the sofa, one hand on his knee while the other was gripping a can of beer. He was watching the scene, smiling, as she scooted away from Jack with fear written all over her face.
Jack smacked the belt against the wall to one side of her, the sound reminding her of a pistol shot.
"Oh God!" she exclaimed.
She thought she could feel the leather slicing into her smooth flesh already. Behind her, Donna felt the cold tiled floor of the kitchen.
"No, oh on, no!"
"Come here, baby, yeah, come here. I ain't gonna do nothin' you don't like."
Donna eyed the belt, then stared back up at Jack.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Terror knifed through the numbing fog that had temporarily settled over her brain. Donna knew this was no dream, no idle fantasy.
Donna knew Mike's brutality and could guess well at his brother's. She could see it in the older man's eyes, his face, the expression he wore now as he towered over the trembling woman. It was the expression of a conqueror, a predator who had finally cornered its prey.
Shivering, reaching back, Donna begged him with her eyes for mercy, knowing in her soul none would be coming her way.
"No, no," she whimpered, her cries growing louder, more frantic as the big man approached.
"You'll be taught to listen to us, bitch. When we bark, you're gonna jump up like a little dog ... a little puppy dog," Jack said, licking his lips with his long pink tongue.
"Please, oh please," she sobbed. "Oh God, please don't ... don't do this! Don't..."
Nothing in Donna's past experience had prepared her for this. To be used as a whore was bad enough. But her mind couldn't fathom the depths she was sinking to at this moment.
"No!" she screamed.
Donna slid back, her terror-stricken eyes rounded, focused on his big advancing hulk. He gained on her, snapping the belt against his side. Purposely he stopped, laughing as Donna spun around, crawling away, on all fours, her tits jiggling, her nipples nearly touching the carpeting.
Once more Donna tried rushing for the door, her only hope of escape!
"No way, bitch, no way!" Mike shouted, throwing the half-filled beer-can at her head.
"Oh!" Donna gasped.
The beer can slammed against the wall inches in front of her face. She backed away, brushing the beer off her face, twisting her head around and seeing Jack coming up behind her with that awful-looking belt. Whimpering louder, Donna crawled and slipped, falling face down on the rug. She ducked behind the sofa, feeling her heart pounding harder and harder.
Jack watched her trying to duck him, escape from the inevitable beating he had planned for her.
He brought the belt down hard on the 'sofa in front of her, the pounding leather raising a cloud of dust. He was playing her, playing her the way a fisherman plays with his catch. He gave her ground, then moved in, slapping the belt in front of her, making her cry out, whimper, beg for mercy.
Once more Donna had fallen. She saw Jack rounding the corner, coming at her now with determination in his eyes. Backing away, her arms behind her, she bumped into something. The refrigerator! She was trapped! There was no escape now, no place for her to run!
Jack laughed, straightening his back and staring narrow-eyed down at her.
"It's all over now, baby. You've had your run. Now it's time to pay up."
"No, oh no!"
She tried to turn away, her arms jerking protectively up to her face as she saw his arm jerk up, the long piece of black leather cracking in the air. It seemed like an eternity before she heard the whistling sound of the belt cutting through the air. Just as she covered her face, Donna heard a snap, then realized the sound was the belt smacking against her flesh.
"Awww!" she screamed.
The belt bit the flesh along her bottom ribs, just below her left tit. She jerked to one side, feeling as if someone had just touched a live electric wire to her body. Her ass and tits jiggled with her violent move. Looking up, Donna saw the belt swinging over his head again. She caught a glimpse of Mike sitting calmly behind his brother, laughing at her plight, drinking another beer! How she hated them both!"
"Nooo!" Donna groaned.
The belt came down again. She screamed in a torrent of shrieks, the leather chewing the flesh along her left thigh.
The hot rush of sensations was too much for her to stand! Jerking forward, Donna scooted away only to run into the kitchen door.
"Ohhhh..."
She tumbled back, half stunned. She was helpless, and her expression registered terror. But she was unable to protect herself. It was all so useless anyway. What could she do? Where could she hide? The men had blocked all the entrances. It was a horrible game they had played with her, dangling freedom in front of her only to snatch it away!
The belt came down again, chewing into her ass. Donna squealed, rolling away, exposing her ass to the panting man. The belt tore again at her ass-cheeks, leaving a long red mark in one of them. But instead of feeling sheer pain Donna was starting to experience something else, something far warmer, far more pleasurable than anything that had hit her since the belting. What was happening to her body, to her mind? She screwed up her face, concentrating on this strange turn of events.
The belt swung in the air above his head again. The shadow was terrifying. As the leather snapped down, Donna wondered how far the sensation would travel and how she was going to react.
The belt caught the lower full curve of her ass-cheek. The woman turned on her belly, shoving one fist in her mouth to prevent her from yelping ... with pleasure!
She was feeling raw delight at this belting now, something far different from what she had felt earlier. The terror was melting, merging into another feeling that was strange to her. When Mike had been ravaging her earlier, calling her names, hitting her while pulling her hair, she had felt something inside of her positive responding to that brutality. And when he raped her while hitting her, the sparks had flown into her cunt, making her spasm all over! It was happening all over again, this strange combination of sensations. But now it was much stronger, far more overwhelming than earlier! She gasped, wondering how it would all end! "Oh!" she gasped.
She felt panic swelling as Jack paused. Was he resting or changing tactics?
Another grunting sound, then the sound of the belt whistling through the air. The leather came down, tearing across her resilient ass flesh. Donna recoiled. For an instant she felt dizzy. The belt brought her around. The needle-sharp heat that bit into her ass-cheeks radiated down to her pussy. When it reached her clit, the sensation changed into a pleasant, exciting warmth that made her clit tingle delightfully.
Another slapping blow against her clit. Again the belt snapped at her clit. Once more Donna whimpered, then twisted her head around and let out a shriek. But the outcries had changed in tone. They were not cries of fear or screams of pain. But now a third element made its way into her voice. She was crying out with pleasure, almost begging Jack and his brother to be more brutal.
He stopped again. Donna lay flat on her belly, sobbing into her hands. Her body was warm, hot with the lashing of that broad leather belt. And yet she found herself eagerly waiting for his next move. She lay there, her legs spread, her ass-cheeks flexing. She waited breathlessly as Jack towered above her.
"Now it's my turn, slut."
"No, oh no!"
"Now I get you," Jack snorted. "Now I'll fuck you 'til you can taste my jizz in your mouth."
He cursed, reaching down and seizing her hair. Donna yelped at that sudden pain, her head being jerked up.
"Slut, bitch! My brother was right. Looks like you can't have enough of that kinda beatin' without juicin' all over yourself. She wants it bad, Mike. Man, she wants a cock real bad!"
"Told you, Jack. She kept tellin' me she didn't wanna get fucked, then practically snapped my prick off with her pussy."
He swore violently at her, twisting her around, then unzipping his pants. Donna saw his fat cock slip out, his hairy balls jiggling under his prick root. A wad of opaque jizz oozed from his piss-slit, betraying just how excited he was over the trembling woman.
Mike was still sipping his beer, smiling at the two of them. Outside Donna heard dogs barking. A car passed by. It all seemed so normal out there while insanity raged inside this home.
"Man, oh man, this is gonna be good," Jack gasped.
Jack threw down the belt, jerking down his pants, then slipping them off his feet. He looked much bigger than his brother! Was it true, or was it her warped vision of reality, damaged by the beating she'd just received?
Jack bent down, backhanding the woman across the mouth savagely.
Donna shuddered, the force of that blow snapping her head back. The second blow left a large red print on her ass-cheeks. He turned her over on her side, reaching over and picking up the discarded black leather belt.
"All the way over!" he shouted, grabbing her fleshy ass and forcing her on her belly.
Donna tightened her ass-cheeks. He" was going to screw her in the ass. She knew it, expected it. It was as if she were some mindless slut whose only reason for existing was to satisfy his appetite for depravity.
In a second Donna felt the big man crawling on top of her, smothering her with his weight. Then she felt his belt sliding under her throat. He pulled back, choking her with the belt, laughing quietly as her breaths turned into no strangled gags.
"Uhhhghh ... no, no ... air ... need ... air!" she gasped in a whisper.
Donna writhed under him, fighting to breathe, struggling to be free of his crushing weight and the belt choking the oxygen from her lungs. Brilliant lights popped in front of her, blurring her vision, while Jack kept tugging back on the belt. She was going to die!
Jack continued to savage her, working his prick into her asscrack, loosening the belt around her throat so she could breathe more easily.
Coughing, gasping in air to feed her thrashing body, Donna finally realized that Jack was shoving her knees apart, trying to force his cockhead into her shitter!
"No!" she gasped.
Fucked in the ass! The thought brought shudders of revulsion through her. She could feel his bulbous cockhead shoving up against her wrinkled shitter lips, demanding to be let in!
Donna cried out, closing her eyes, squeezing her ass muscles tightly together. No one was going to get into her ass-hole, no one!
"Come on, baby, relax, open up! Man, I'm gonna ream out your ass, then I'll fuck the shit outta you. When I get through with you, there ain't gonna be a virgin pore left on your body."
There was a violent shock of pain. She felt Jack's body shivering on top of hers, felt the force of his cockhead pressing against her ass-hole. He was saying something about her ass, about her ass-hole. She wasn't going to ... to let ... let ... him...
"Yagghghhhhh!" she screamed.
He had done it! Donna couldn't keep her shitter clamped tight like that for long. Exhausted, she let her muscles relax.
Jack tensed his thighs and drove in, burying the head of his cock in her bowels. It was as if someone had pounded a blunt-nosed stake up her ass-hole! Pain shot through every part of her body, making her shriek and shriek again. Surely someone outside would hear her desperate cries of agony, her cries for help.
She thrashed from side to side like a speared animal, her fingers clawing, her knees digging into the floor.
"Man, ughhh, yeah, tight, real tight. Don't think she's ever had it up the ass," Jack grunted, driving his knees hard against the backs of Donna's, holding her by the shoulders and pinning her to the floor.
The helpless, desperate woman yowled in pain, her shrieks coming one after another as the fat head of his cock remained lodged in her ass-hole. He was going to rip her apart with that thing! Bright lights popped in front of her eyes as Jack wagged his hips from side to side, trying to corkscrew his prickhead deeper into her resisting ass-hole.
"Take it out! God, take it out!" Donna cried, spittle flecking her lips and chin.
"Come on, baby, take it all ... yeah, that's it, be a good little slut and take it all," the big man responded.
He tensed his hips, pressing his knees harder against her body and jerking forward.
Donna thought her ass was going to split in two. She cried out, her eyes bulging, her nostrils flaring. God, it was as if someone had set fire to her shitter! She fought back, tensing her muscles, shoving down as if she were taking a long hard shit.
"Fuck this bitch ... ughhhh..." Jack gasped.
Donna felt his cock slipping out. His cockhead was sliding out, her elastic bowel lining coming back together. With a hot shiver she felt his cock sliding completely out of her ass.
"Damn it! Okay, bitch, you're gonna get it hot and heavy in the cunt," he muttered.
Donna felt his big hands on her shoulders. Jack had backed away, resting now on his knees. With one rolling movement he had turned her completely around until she was resting on her back. Her knees were bent up toward her tits.
"Damn you, damn you!" she hissed between her teeth, her ass-hole still fluttering from the recent invasion.
"Go on, baby, go on and fuck the shit outta this number," Jack said, kicking her legs apart and mounting the woman.
She could feel his breath against her throat as he pressed down. He took her hips in both hands, roughly edging her up until his cockhead fitted tightly against her cunt lips.
"Man, you won't have trouble gettin' into the bitch. She's so fuckin' hot you'll slide in on her juice. Besides," Mike said, taking another swig of beer, "you got my jizz to slip in on."
"Thanks, brother," Jack muttered, leaning forward.
Donna groaned, her heart skipping beats. Instinct told the woman this was going to be a fuck that would be better than anything she had ever felt before.
"Yeah, oh fuckin' Jesus, yeah!" Jack groaned, throwing his head back and shaking the perspiration off his face.
Donna cried out, the itchy ache between her legs increasing as he drilled his cock into her clenching fuck-hole. The grip on her hips tightened. She could feel his fingers pressing against her flesh, pressing harder and harder until Donna was sure he was bruising her.
Jack leaned forward, his hands sliding from her hips to her ribs, then up to her shoulders.
Stars exploded in front of her. He was starting to fuck her, fuck her slow and steady, angling his body so his cock touched her clit all the time.
"Oh no, no, no!" Donna whined.
"Go for it, baby, that's it! Go for it, tell me you dig it, really dig it!" Jack whispered. He leaned forward a little more, sticking out his tongue and flicking it in her ear.
Donna felt her body responding quickly to the fucking. She writhed helplessly, pinned to the floor by his cock like an insect pinned in a biology lab. In and out, in and out, with increasingly brutal speed until Donna was grunting like a pig. lis
CHAPTER NINE
"Hey, what the fuck's goin' on?"
It was the third brother, Jeff, standing in the doorway, his eyes wide as he watched Jack fucking the shit out of Donna.
"Close the fuckin' door, ass-hole!" Mike growled angrily. "She's the neighbor."
"Oh, yeah, yeah ... the one with the daughter. Nice piece of ass," Jeff commented, narrowing his eyes and licking his lips.
"Oh, oh, oh!" she grunted. in
Donna felt the world slipping crazily all around her. She was falling, tumbling end over end, while brilliant lights exploded all around her. She was going to cum soon. She could feel her body blowing up, exploding with delight as Jack pistoned his cock faster and faster into her hole! Donna was growing more and more frantic.
Clawing, biting, scratching, Donna felt herself being swept up by lust. A powerful spasm shot through her cunt like a jolt of electricity. Her spine arched, her body jerking and wallowing against the floor. Then another and another shot blew through her cunt, making her pussy walls clench down on the big cock hammering into her.
It was all Jack needed. He hit her several times across the face, then cried out something. His cock was expanding, the center tube filling up with jizz. In another moment hot gouts of cum spattered against Donna's cunt walls. She was being filled another time, her pussy reacting just as hotly as before.
"Fuck it out, baby, fuck it out," Jeff groaned, rubbing his cock through his trousers. He quickly caught onto what his brothers were doing and he wanted a piece of the action.
"Oh, ohhhhh!" Donna gasped.
Donna felt herself falling, falling into a black comforting abyss. The power of her climax was knocking her out. She fought for consciousness, afraid of what would happen to her if she blacked out. But the frantic woman couldn't help herself. Screaming out again, jerking her thighs up to meet Jack's savage rape, Donna fell back to the floor, a limp form.
She had no idea how long she'd been unconscious. When she awoke, she moaned, raising her eyelids just a bit and peering up through her long lashes. Lying there, she saw Mike and Jack drinking beer on the sofa. Jeff was standing nearby, talking softly to his brothers, then glancing down at her.
"This cunt's gonna get us in trouble if she squeals to somebody," Jeff said, a worried look on his face.
Mike downed another gulp of beer, wiping his thick lips with the back of one hand. "Don't worry about it. We've fucked the shit outta her. She says anything and all three of us will talk about the way she puts out. Man, she ain't gonna risk blabbin' to the cops and the neighbors. What's she gonna tell her fuckin' daughter when everybody starts callin' her mama a slut?"
A tear oozed from under one eyelid. She didn't think she would have the courage to call the police, to tell the world what the Faddis brothers had done to her. Donna knew she had responded far too strongly to the rape. She had enjoyed the torment.
"Hey, I think she's comin' outta it."
"Ohhhh..." Donna groaned.
Moving the backs of her legs against the dirty living room carpet, Donna felt a dull ache in her shoulders and back. They had been fucking her raw! Rocking her body to one side, she felt her cunt lips slipping against one another. Jizz! Wads and wads of wonderful hot, male jizz had spattered into her cunthole. And another Faddis was about to fuck her.
"Yeah, a nice bitch. Used to watch her hangin' out some clothes and stuff. Always wondered what the fuck she looked like outta her shorts," Jeff said, stroking her inner thigh softly with one hand while the other kneaded her ass-hole.
"Ohhhh, don't do this to me again! Please, don't! I don't think I could ... could take any more of this!"
It was true. Donna felt as if every ounce of strength had been drained from her.
"You don't have to worry about that," Jeff whispered, pinching her white flesh until she yelped.
A shock of fear went through her. Glancing up at the young man, she could see that Jeff was the handsomest of the Faddist brothers.
He was almost baby-faced, having a long shock of blonde hair that hung over his eyes. In a way she thought he was more Christina's type-young, innocent, fun-loving. But he was a Faddis.
His brothers had schooled him well in the art of brutality and fucking. Donna shivered, knowing once more she would have to endure some kind of physical and mental humiliation.
And again, in spite of that knowledge, she felt herself feeling thrills of pleasure that came from his touch. They spread to all parts of her body. Her belly tensed, then rippled. Her nipples became stiff, hot and rubbery. His touch became more and more insistent.
This was awful! She was turning into some kind of nympho! They had put her through hell. And yet there she was, begging them, actually begging them for more! , "I don't know about this, man. You guys've fucked her all over. Man, there ain't too much for me to do," Jeff said, pushing back the hair from his eyes while continually stroking her.
Donna wanted to tell him things, tell him how she felt right now. She wanted to say she was hot, would clean up, would do anything for him, if he touched her all over ... if he would mount her, stick his cock into her and take care of that awful itchy ache that had been troubling her ever since she'd awakened!
"Ummmmm..." she moaned.
"Yeah, you were right. She's a hot number, really hot," Jeff commented.
Donna couldn't keep her body still. Her hips were slowly moving back and forth in fucking movements while her eyelids quivered and her shoulders slid from side to side. She moaned as cunt-juice oozed from her slit, washing out Jack's cum.
Needles of incredible lusty heat dug at her nipples and clit. Her clit! How painfully it was vibrating! Biting her lip, Donna moved one hand up, her fingers touching Jeff's legs gently. She wanted to feel his cock, feel the strong thick cock she was sure he sported between his thighs. All the Faddis brothers seemed to be built like donkeys!
"Not yet, baby, not yet," Jeff said, his voice tinged with lust.
"Hey, baby brother. Watcha gonna do, fuck 'er in the eyeballs?"
Mike and Jack laughed drunkenly, swigging down another beer.
"Yeah, that's the only place we ain't stuck nothin', " Jack added.
"Get up," Jeff said, grabbing Donna by the shoulders and hauling her up to a sitting position.
Donna groaned, her head lolling from side to side. She shook the hair from her eyes and stared up at the big man. Power. She was trembling before an overwhelming tower of power. She could see that now all-too-familiar bulge pressing out against the front of his Levi's.
Jeff was staring at her, his face now red with lust. Donna trembled, feeling the strength in his fingers against her shuddering shoulders.
"Yeah, a real bitch. Can see that now," Jeff commented. He threw her back.
Donna cried out, sprawling on the floor and knocking over a foot stool. The fall was so hard her jaws snapped together.
Propping herself up, she watched Jeff approach her. The power radiating from him was overwhelming. It was the same power she had sensed in the other two brothers, perhaps even more. She could feel the flames of that power singeing her cunt, burning her clit, making her want to embrace this young man the same way she had embraced his brothers.
Jeff took a step toward her. Drawing back, Donna twisted her body until she was crawling away from Jeff.
"Come here, baby, come here. I got an idea to do somethin' my brothers never thought of," Jeff said.
Jack and Mike smiled up in interest.
"No, ohhhhh..." Donna replied.
Another ordeal! It would be an ordeal, something she would have to overcome to have her cunt satisfied. Donna groaned.
"Oh!" Donna scooted back, the carpet burning her ass as she pushed with her feet toward the kitchen.
He came at her. She couldn't outdistance him. The others were there to kick her back into the living room. It was impossible to escape from here until the Faddis brothers were ready to let her go.
Sobbing with terror, she stopped as Jeff stood in front of her, throwing down a grin that was the most evil, most horrifying expression she had ever seen. It was as if the devil himself had come up.
"Come here," Jeff said, reaching down and grabbing her wrist.
Donna didn't rise. Instead she let herself be pulled across the living room, her legs dragging behind her.
"Don't..."
"Don't what? Yeah, I'm gonna fuck you ... maybe. I know you want it bad, baby. But I ain't gonna stick my cock into you until I've taken some time showin' you what you are. And when I'm finished with you..."
They went through the doorway, Mike and Jack drunkenly following, stumbling over the carpet, laughing softly and praising their younger brother for the spunk he was showing.
"When I'm through with you, you'll wish you were livin' in the fuckin' city dump!"
Jeff was getting excited, aroused, as he pulled the protesting woman down the narrow dark hallway to the bathroom.
Donna moaned. Something horrible, something more disgusting than the ordeal she had been through was going to happen to her. She could feel the afternoon building to a violent climax.
When Donna felt the cold tiled bathroom floor brushing over her body, she stiffened with fright. What next? What horrible thing next? She felt her skin pucker up into gooseflesh.
Jeff cursed as he dragged her to the tub at the far end of the room. Her ankles kicked against the toilet, her feet knocking over a battered trash can.
"Over and in," Jeff said.
She felt his big hands up against her armpits, lifting her body over the cold porcelain edge of the bathtub. Stretching her arms forward, Donna cushioned her fall.
"Ooooffff!"
She tumbled in head over heels, straightening herself. It was so cold! Briskly the woman rubbed her fingertips over her upper arms, her teeth chattering while her ass rested on the floor of the tub. The faucet was leaking steadily, tiny droplets splashing on her ankles. Donna shivered, pressing her fingertips hard against her upper arms, waiting for Jeff to make his next move.
"Stay where you are," he ordered, pointing his finger at her.
"Yes, yes," she whimpered, feeling terror creeping over her like some filthy slime.
Christina! Her daughter would be home soon. As she watched Jeff undressing, pulling his shirt off then unbuttoning the front of his trousers, she thought of Christina. How could she face her daughter this evening, talk to her over dinner while she thought of the Faddis brothers and what they had done to her? And how would she be able to guide her daughter in the years to come? How could she possibly talk about morality when she had been crawling in the slime and enjoying it? She would have to be very careful.
Jeff slid his Levi's off, revealing a thick eight-inch cock that now dropped softly from between his legs. As he pulled off his socks, Donna contemplated his cock. He would be getting it hard soon. Whatever sick thing he was planning to do to her would be getting his cock good and hard in a moment. And soon she would feel that prick drilling into her, spreading apart her cunt walls and fucking her pussy while hot cum churned in his nuts.
Just the thought of that fuck, the idea of having this youngest of the Faddis brothers fucking her, raised goose bumps on her cuntal flesh. Slowly the woman slid one hand into her lap, her fingers moving gently over her cunt flesh, She stiffened once more, her fingertips touching her clit. Soon she would feel his cock against that sensitive lump of flesh!
"Hey, what the fuck you doin', brother?" Jack asked.
"Watch," Jeff replied.
"Hey, the kid's gonna teach us somethin', " Mike said, grinning at Jeff.
The young man said nothing, opening the medicine chest while turning on the cold-water tap in the sink. The liquid splashed in the porcelain while his fingers gripped a dirty water glass. Donna watched as he started drinking, her forehead wrinkling as an inkling of what was about to happen spread to her mind.
The blonde cringed, the cold porcelain sending shivers through her. There was plenty of room for her to stretch out in the tub. And Donna guessed Jeff would have liked her to do just that. But instead she curled into a ball, her knees pressing up against her tits. She wished at one point she could sink into oblivion before the Faddis boys had another crack at her.
Jeff was drinking water while she sat there with a hot, itchy cunt in the middle of a bathtub.
Now Jeff had finished with his drinking. He dropped the glass into the sink and turned to her, cupping his cock in both hands. His dick was getting larger and firmer now, the shaft turning a dark pink.
Donna could see his balls tightening in their leathery sac. She let out a gasp, her knees slowly opening while her soles slid over the slick porcelain. She was warming the tub, feeling the hard surface becoming more comfortable.
"Watch this," Jeff said, raising one leg, crawling into the tub.
"This oughtta be good," Mike whispered.
"Yeah, the kid's gonna be a real part of the family now," Jack exclaimed.
Jeff stood in front of her, his long smooth legs spread widely apart, one of his knees touching the shower wall. "You listen to me and listen good. You don't do what I say and I'm gonna knock your head against the wall, understand?"
Donna nodded her head up and down, too afraid to speak.
"Don't move."
"No, no, I won't," she gasped.
She was panting, out of breath. He was holding his semi-rigid cock, aiming the piss-slit at her.
Donna knew what he was going to do now and she felt her stomach tighten, her mind explode at the thought. Piss on her! He was going to piss on her! Staring up at him, she saw a clear droplet of urine ooze from the slit. And then it happened.
"Ugh!" Closing her eyes, Donna sucked in a ragged breath.
Hot yellow urine splashed over her belly. It made her sick! And it kept coming. It kept coming, splashing over her belly, filling her navel, spilling over into her cunt, slicking down the soft blonde curls, splashing onto her hips. She shivered, her eyelids blinking.
CHAPTER TEN
"Don't move." Jeff's voice was cool yet forceful.
Donna shook her head from side to side, then stared up at him. He was so young, almost as if he had just come from high school. And there he was, standing over her, pissing on her as if she were some kind of toilet!
"Ohhhh..." She shut her eyes.
He was doing it again. Coughing, then holding his cock with both hands once more, Jeff directed the thin, hot spray between her tits. She felt the awful liquid stinging her nipples, then move down to her belly, to her pussy Tiny droplets splashed against her clit. It was arousing her. That spraying effect was stimulating her clit all over again!
"No, oh nooo!" Donna moaned.
Her own body was doing this to her! She was turning onto this awful game! She was sitting there in a dirty bathtub acting out the part of their private sewer! Again the image of her daughter drifted back into her mind. Innocence! That was something she would never have again!
"No!" she screamed.
He was moving the stream up to her face. She wasn't going to let him do that-piss in her mouth! Gagging, feeling the sour bile rising in her throat, Donna clapped one hand over her mouth.
"Come on, baby. You ain't gonna have no fun if you keep yourself back."
He kicked her in the belly, hanging onto the wall for support. He jabbed her belly, knocking the wind from her.
Donna gasped, pitching back, her spine hitting the side of the tub. There was no choice.
"Sorry ... sorry," she said, her words echoing off the porcelain.
Donna felt herself dangling over some awful abyss. She had to submit, let him do what he wanted. They would have to let her go soon, go back to her home. It was getting very late.
"Ohhhh
Ha hands came down. Donna forced her face to resume a mask of calm. The stream stopped. The stream of piss had stopped!
Jeff looked down, then flicked off a droplet that struck her throat. She blinked, feeling a rush of relief.
"Stay there," he commanded.
Jeff got out of the tub, picked up the water glass and refilled it. Jack and Mike stood in the doorway still, amused at their little brother's act.
"Didn't think you could be like us, man," Jack confessed.
"Yeah, you've fucked around and all that. But not like this. Christ, you're one of the family ... really one of us," Mike said.
Jeff smiled, then downed more water.
Donna watched and trembled. Already the stink of his piss came to her. She didn't know if she could take more of this. What Jack and Mike had done was animalistic. This was something totally out of the realm of belief for her. Even while she sat there in the awful puddle of urine, Donna couldn't believe this was happening to her.
Jeff climbed back in. His cock was much longer, much harder and thicker now. The image of her crouching down in the tub with piss all around her must have aroused his cock greatly.
Turning her head, she saw Mike and Jack staring bemusedly down at her. For the first time Donna felt like garbage!
"Okay, we're gonna start up again, baby. And it's gonna be real good." Jeff belched, bending his knees slightly while holding his cock again with both hands. "Open your mouth."
What could she do? Feeling that sour taste in her throat once more, Donna took several deep breaths, tilting her head back and opening her mouth. Her clit was erecting once more. To her shame she knew she was poised on the brink of climax.
"Yeah, that's right," Jeff remarked.
The piss started. He directed the stream carefully, moving it along her lips, her tongue, her chin, then up to her eyes.
"Uh! Uh!" she moaned.
The smell was spreading. Awful, terrible! The disgusting heat spread. She wanted to draw back, to climb out of the tub and vomit into the toilet! It wouldn't have taken much to push her over the edge. Instead, Donna held back, swallowed down her outraged pride, and let Jeff piss on her as if she were a rock. For as much as she hated this-as much as she felt that she was going to retch-her clit was swelling up to the bursting point. Again she felt the pull of two forces, each one tearing at the other.
"Closer, baby," he panted.
Donna slid forward, drawn like a butterfly to its own destroying fire. She kept her mouth wide open, her eyes blinking, meeting his stare as she choked and swallowed his piss. Awful, awful!
Donna gagged again, feeling some of the salty warm fluid trickling down her throat, most of it splashing over her lips and dribbling down her chin and cheeks.
Heat spread behind her eyes, burning through her skull like fired pokers. The flames washed down to her belly and into her cunt. Her clit ached with the strain of another approaching climax. Just as he went dry, Donna felt her clit explode. Orgasm! She had a climax, cumming with piss all around her! She was a sick woman, a sick demented slut cumming in front of these men while one of them pissed on her!
"Man, she's makin' it!" Jack commented.
Jeff nodded his head, jerking his cock hard with one hand while cupping his balls with the other.
Donna saw his fat cock stalk whipping back and forth between his sliding fingers and felt another twinge pass through her clit. Her eyes screwed into a squint, her hands cupping her cunt while with her thumbs she peeled back the lips of her pussy and flailed at her clit.
"Yeah!" Jeff raised one foot, balancing himself carefully while guiding his big toe into her pussy.
Through a mist of aroused sexuality, Donna watched him fuck her with his foot. His eyes were shut tight, his breathing becoming more and more rapid and strained. She jerked her ass back, then shot it forward. Cumming! What a sick way, what a wonderful way!
"Fuck!" Jeff screamed.
At that point Donna felt hot streaks of something against one cheek. He was shooting off! Looking up once more, the climaxing woman saw streaks of white arching from the fat prickhead. Most of them landed on her body, feeling like a hot, scalding acid while his toe kept rubbing against her clit.
Finally it was over. Donna collapsed back, her head striking the wall behind Jier. She felt the piss cooling on her body and under her ass as some of it gurgled merrily down the bathtub drain in front of her.
"Man, oh man," Jeff sighed.
"That was one hell of a show, brother. Now it's time to get this bitch cleaned up and outta here. And," Jack said, brushing past Jeff who had just climbed from the tub, "you remember, baby, you ain't gonna say nothin' to nobody. You do, and you ain't gonna be able to live around here, understand?"
Donna nodded her head, her cunt still convulsing, while her clit sputtered with the energy of a wild climax. No, he didn't have to worry. She would say nothing, nothing at all to disturb their freedom.
"So, take a shower," Jack said.
Jack leaned back, turned on the cold water and flipped the shower nozzle.
The icy spray stung Donna into action. Screaming, scrambling to her feet and slipping several more times, she sprang back to life.
"Ahhhhh!" she squealed, trying to climb from the tub.
"Wash up, then get the fuck outta here," Jack growled, shoving her back under the cold water and slamming the sliding glass door shut.
Donna screamed and sobbed, twisting around under the icy water, washing off the foul piss and cum.
* * *
Christina guessed she had been unconscious for some time. When she blinked her eyes open, she discovered to her relief that they had taken her down from the ropes. She rubbed her chafed wrists against her sides, breathing more easily. Perhaps they had gone! Perhaps she and Donald could escape from here and ... opening her eyes wider and turning around, she realized both Jake and Vic were there. Donald was still unconscious on the floor. God, it was all the same! Nothing had changed!
"Hey, it's gettin' late. Somebody's gonna be comin' down here and ... and find us," Jake said, nervously glancing at his watch.
"Old fuckin' woman," Vic muttered.
Jake wrinkled up his forehead, feeling stung by the remark. "Man, it's just that ... shit, with the kids, it could wind us up in Soledad for a long time."
Vic stared thoughtfully at Christina who had been laid back on the mattress. Scratching the back of his head, he nodded in agreement.
"Yeah, you're right. We gotta make sure this little bitch don't talk," he added, his eyes narrowing.
"Oh, oh, I won't say a word. I promise, I promise!" Christina babbled, terrified at the possibilities Vic might have in silencing both her and Donald.
"Yeah, that's what you say now. But when I let you go ... no, there's gotta be a way, man, gotta be a way."
Christina cringed on the mattress, her body trembling as her mind raced over the possibilities. A gun? Would they slam a bullet in her brain? Already she could feel the hot, heavy weight of the blunt slugs slamming into her body.
"Come on. We're gonna have us a little party and get some insurance as well. Get that old Polaroid I keep in the desk," Vic said to Jake, tugging down his trousers once more and rubbing his cock back up to its full length.
Christina felt her cunt walls tightening all over again. The young girl saw the other man pulling a camera out of the bottom desk drawer and examine it for film.
"Loaded," Jake said.
"Good. Check the flash. We're gonna have some good shots of this bitch," Vic said, stepping up to the edge of the mattress while holding his cock in one hand.
Christina trembled.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Suck it?" Christina gagged at the thought, her eyes crossing as she kept them fixed on the purpling cockhead in front of her. The sour odor of Vic's crotch invaded her nostrils once more.
"Yeah, you know how to do it! Just put your lips together and kinda whistle," Vic said, laughing cruelly. He slipped one hand behind her head and guided her forward. "And get her face in the shot. People gotta see it's her, understand?"
"Yeah, yeah," Jake said breathlessly, his dick tenting up the front of his Levi's.
"Okay then, baby, take it in your mouth and have at it."
Christina opened her mouth, tilting her head slightly back while sticking out her tongue. In a moment she felt the weight of his prickhead against her lower lip. The bulbous tip slipped in a little farther. Then there was a blinding flash. She grunted, pulling her head back in startled surprise.
Vic tightened his grip on her skull, holding her firmly, then shoving her mouth back onto his throbbing cock.
Blackmail! That's what they were going to use on her. She knew they would take several pictures, then threaten to pass them around to her family and friends if she said anything about what happened here.
"Ugh!" Her cheeks puffed out.
Vic was fucking her mouth, slipping at first only an inch or two of his cock in, then sliding in all eight inches until the head slammed against the back of her throat.
Christina gagged, her hands sliding up, fingers pressing against his hairy thighs. She tried pushing herself away. But Vic still held her firmly, sawing his prick back and forth. Christina felt saliva drooling down her chin.
And there was that salty taste coming from the head of his cock, making her swallow hard. Jizz! He was going to cum in her mouth! He was going to spray that white stuff in her mouth and make her swallow it!
"Ohhhh, yeah, gimme that good head! Ohhh, fuck move that tongue around, suck it ... uuughhh, that's right! Fuck, do it, do it good, baby, do it really good!" Vic sighed, his eyes closing in ecstasy.
Another flash, this time nearly in front of her face. Christina groaned again, feeling as if her life were coming to an end. She would be able to say nothing about what happened down here. The girl trembled at the thought of others seeing pictures of her and Vic-that awful janitor. They would tell everything. She would be laughed right out of the school.
And her mother! Her prudish mother! What would she say? Christina groaned again, seeing herself being pitched out of the house and into the streets to make her living as best she could. She would say nothing about all this. And she would have to convince Donald to remain silent as well.
"Okay, baby, okay, don't wanna waste the cum down your throat. You got a tight cunt. Gonna fuck it again. This oughtta be good for a couple of shots," Vic added.
Throwing her back onto the mattress, Vic crawled on top of her, his hands fanned out on her tits, fingers pressing into the nipples.
Christina cried out, flailing her fists against his chest, kicking out, wishing she could mash his balls with her feet. Outrage, anger, terror knifed through her once more. She hated him, hated him for having torn her cherry, for having shown her a part of herself that she wished had been left buried.
"You're gonna remember this, baby, all your life. And maybe later we'll send you a few shots to remind you. You know, somethin' you can show your grandchildren when you're all dried up down there," Vic taunted, pinching her nipples cruelly until the girl squealed.
Snapping her head from side to side, Christina cursed violently, not caring whether she offended the big ugly stud or not.
"Good, she's still got some life in her. This oughtta spice her up too."
Another picture, this one taking in her face and crotch at the same time!
Christina groaned. God, it was happening again. Against her will, against everything holy she was feeling, the cockhead rubbed life into her cunt. She could feel the juices flowing from her cunt, wetting down her asscrack. She wanted the fuck as much as she loathed it!
"Ohhhhhh..." she sighed.
Vic rolled his hips, his cock shoving against the top of the girl's cuntal mound. His fingers tightened on her tits, pushing into the soft flesh. Christina found herself responding to his moves with moves of her own. She slid her thighs toward him, crying out when she felt his prick pressing over her clit.
A fourth picture, the sound of the camera click filling her brain. She rocked her ass from side to side, feeling the janitor's cockhead bumping first one cunt lip, then the other. Her clit rolled under the steady pressure, sending more messages of sexual heat to her brain and pussy.
Crying out now in a different voice than before, Christina grabbed at his face, pulling his head against her throat. He was biting her, tearing at her with his teeth and she loved it. She knew she was wallowing in her own moral filth, and loving every second of it! Depraved beyond salvation! Again she thanked God Donald was still unconscious and unable to see how she was reacting.
"Fuck it, baby!"
Christina squirmed down, feeling the greasy crack of her cunthole slide over his cockflesh. In, in, she wanted all of his cock inside her pussy!
Vic knew what she wanted and slipped it to her. With a forward thrust of his hips, he shot his cock into her cunt, driving the girl half mad with his cock. "Ohhhhh!"
Shards of glass-like delight cut her clit. Christina felt herself melting, melting under the big man's heat.
"Man, gonna pop soon. Uhhhhh, this fuckin' bitch's too much, man, too ... too fuckin' much!" Vic groaned.
A fifth and sixth light explosion blinded the girl. But she forgot about the camera, forgot about Jake and what he was doing. She arched her back, wallowing her shoulders against the mattress while squirming her ass. More cock! That's what her mind kept demanding. More prickmeat, more of that fat prick sliding in and out of her hole.
Vic complied with her silent demands, grinding his hips against hers, filling her cunt to the hilt with his cock.
Christina swiveled her ass, her feet banging against his lower back. How good it was to feel that long bar of cock reaching deeper and deeper, shoving her cunt walls apart, continually rubbing against her clit until she thought sparks were showering out from that tiny organ.
"Fuck..." she groaned.
"Work it, work it, bitch!" Vic was digging his fingernails into her ass.
Christina cried out again. She felt her ass throbbing under his hands. Thoughts of the hanging, of the beating, of all the awful tricks he and his friend had used flooded her mind. The all seemed to merge in this terrible moment as her clit threatened to burst.
"Ohhhhh ... nooooo!" she wailed.
The young girl shut her eyes and rocked her body madly. Her ass-cheeks flexed, softened, then flexed again while her pussy shot up and down. She was fucking her body on his hot prick.
Vic saw this and smiled, his smile fading quickly as cum churned up from his balls and packed down thickly in his dickhead.
Christina tossed her hips around with wild abandon. She could feel the simmering heat climb toward her brain. She started holding her breath, her cuntmouth hurting from all the friction. Her entire belly seemed to bulge out with cock, swelling with excitement. The young girl grunted, ramming her cunt up onto the rock-hard cock as her climax exploded.
Christina went wild, her mind blowing apart into millions of pieces. And then Vic came, his prick firing the white-hot jizz into her pussy. The two of them gripped one another desperately.
"Aaagghghhh!" Vic screamed.
Christina felt her cunt walls gripping at his cum-spraying dick. For a while the girl felt nothing except her cunt and the shooting cock trapped in her furry hole. Gasping, sobbing, laughing, Christina spun around and around, not caring that it was a loathsome individual fucking her.
"Nice, nice," Vic said, smiling down at the girl.
Christina turned her head away, too numbed by the power of her climax to speak yet.
Vic tensed his thighs, pulling out his soft cock. He laughed, feeling her pussy clutching at the withdrawing dick.
"Still can't have enough, huh? Hey, Jake, how'd the shots come out?"
The other janitor was studying the photos as his buddy stood up and started dressing once more. From the corner they could hear Donald moaning. He was starting to regain consciousness.
"Not bad. Last one's kinda blurry. But the rest ... well, pretty good."
"Yeah, yeah," Vic said, tucking his shirt into his opened Levi's. He studied the shots, then walked over to Christina and knelt down. Fanning out the photos, he shoved them in front of her face. "Take a look at 'em, baby. You want your old lady to see how you work at school?"
Christina saw the shots and turned away, her cheeks burning from embarrassment. They were clear-awful, terrible, sickening, clear shots of her getting it on with Vic. There could be no mistaking who it was in the pictures! Again she could hear Donald groaning.
"Don't show those around," she pleaded, pushing the photos away.
"You keep your fuckin' mouth shut and nobody's gonna know. Now get dressed and get the kid outta here. I gotta eat."
Christina fought down the desire to scream, picking herself up and dragging herself over to Donald. It was over ... at least for now.
Later that day Christina was at the dinner table, pushing the fork through her mashed potatoes, trying to keep up the spark of conversation with her mother. Thank God her mother was quiet this evening also.
"Was it a good day at school, dear?"
Christina felt a rush of horror and fought down the desire to get up and run. Squaring her shoulders, she put down her fork and dabbed the napkin over her lips. There was homework to be done, thank God. It would be a good excuse for her to get away from her mother and think this out. She had to figure out what had happened at school today and her reaction to it.
"It was okay. Nothing much happened."
Again she felt a rush of shame, feeling her cheeks burning as well. Thank God her mother seemed proccupied this evening.
Outside the window, Christina could hear the Faddis brothers laughing about something. Then someone started a car, raced the engine, and squealed off.
"They make me nervous," Christina said, glancing over her shoulder at the window.
Donna shivered, rubbing her arms again. Christina must never know what happened to her that afternoon. She would put the house up for sale, get out of here before it happened again. Donna couldn't trust the Faddis boys, couldn't trust herself.
"Well, I've got some history to read, Mother. I'll help clean up and-"
"No, dear, you do your homework. I'll take care of this," Donna said, smiling weakly at her daughter.
Christina smiled back, thanking God she had convinced Donald not to say anything about his beating and her torture and rape. She had kept the details about what had happened down there from him, just saying they had beaten her some more. Jake and Vic smiled at her explanation, tucking away the photos of her fucking and giving head.
"Okay, Mom."
Donna sighed, putting down the dishes and looking out the window. How could she understand what had happened today? Still she felt the piss stinging her face and cunt lips! Still she could hear their mocking laughter, feel their cocks sliding into her. And still she wanted ... no, no, she couldn't think of that. She would be different. She had to be!
"Oh God," Donna sighed, clearing away the dishes. "Different. It'll be different."
She rested her body against the sink, wondering if indeed it would be!
