Who can honestly judge a person's reactions when placed in a high-stress or radical situation? The prisoner of war who denounces his country can either be seen as a traitor or as a man forced to adapt to a bizarre situation, a man who has lost his sense of reality. Everyone, at one time or another, has been in a situation which seemed unreal, but was forced to make decisions based upon the apparent reality.
Lynn Sequa, a pretty blonde virgin out on her own for the first time, finds herself in just such a situation in BONDAGE VIRGIN SLAVE. Backpacking through Mexico, she is first captured by evil men, then is sold to a man who promises to get her back across the border-after he has had his way with her. The man forces Lynn to undergo humiliation and degradation, seemingly without end, for his own pleasure, subjects her to torture and abuse, but Lynn believes that she can do nothing but submit herself to this man's will if she ever wants to see her home again.
BONDAGE VIRGIN SLAVE is a shocking story, at times disgusting, but it is an honest story of a woman forced to submit to the will of an evil man, a story which pulls no punches. It is the story of one woman's reactions to a bizarre situation, yet who are we to say that she was wrong?
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Holy Mother of Shit!" swore Carlos as he peered anxiously through the binoculars.
"What do you see?" Manuel asked, reaching for the glasses.
"Oh no!" Carlos jerked them back. "You'll get your chance when I've had my fill." He grinned greedily as he raised the binoculars back to his eyes.
"Your fill of what?" Manuel demanded angrily now. They'd ridden their horses up to the top of this rocky ledge to see who'd started the fire down in their field some half mile below them, and, now that they'd spotted the culprit, all he could get from Carlos was a bunch of shit.
"Here, see for yourself," Carlos said, finally handing the glasses over.
Manuel gasped as he focused in on the sight below them. There, splashing around in the river, was the most gorgeous blue-eyed blonde American girl he'd ever seen. And she was bare-assed naked! Having been born and raised in the back country of Mexico, neither man had ever had any reason to believe that such women existed in this world, except for descriptions given them by the few Americans they'd met.
Manuel swept the area with his eyes. "She looks like she's alone to me!" He grinned, tempting thoughts entering his mind. He looked over to his friend. "Think we'd better investigate?"
Carlos returned the smile. "Of course!" he said as he jumped on his horse and began racing down the mountain path.
"Hey, wait for me!" Manuel yelled through the cloud of dust as he mounted his own horse.
Lynn Sequa hummed softly to herself as she floated luxuriously along in the soothing water of the river. Having graduated from college last month, she was testing her newfound freedom and independence with a month-long backpacking trip through the back country of Mexico alone. Her family, who'd sheltered her all her life by sending her to girls' schools, had strongly protested the move, but now, at twenty-three years, she had finally decided to put her foot down and start doing what she wanted to do. They'd warned her of the dangers confronting a woman traveling alone, so far from the civilization she'd grown accustomed to, but she'd passed it off as just scare tactics to keep her from doing what she wanted. After all, she hadn't spent five years of her life studying Spanish without learning something of the dear, quaint people who spoke it.
She paused for a moment before stepping out of the crystal clear river to look at her reflection on the water below her. She'd taken good care of her body. A good diet combined with mandatory daily exercise periods had kept her in excellent shape, and she was proud of that. Today, the first day out on her own, she finally felt like a grown woman. Looking down past the rise of her full, firm tits and at the water below, she saw, for the first time, the pinkish, pouting lips of her pussy protruding ever so slightly from her little nest of blonde cunt hair. There had been very strict rules against touching herself in school, and one of her roommates had even been whipped for it. The girls were all taught not to ever look at or even to think about their cunts.
Lynn cast a quick glance around and, certain of her solitude, she raised a cautious hand and placed it lightly on her left nipple. She caught her breath as a quick shudder passed through her whole body and the nipple stiffened in response. She brought her other hand up and circled her right titty lightly with the tips of her fingers, feeling goose bumps of arousal raise all over her skin. She moaned softly to herself and let her hand travel down the taut firmness of her belly. Her fingers paused above the hairline of her pussy. This was forbidden territory, a familiar voice in her mind reminded her. She brought her other hand down and rubbed the insides of her thighs, spreading her legs just a little as she brought her fingers up from below and allowed her fingers to graze her wet pussy hairs sensuously. She knew she'd better stop soon. She was getting too hot, her old self told her, but this time there was another voice off in the distance, growing stronger every minute, that told her to go ahead, that it was okay to play with herself. She pulled at her cunt hairs lightly and felt her knees go weak as a sudden heat began radiating from between her legs.
She was hot now, hotter than she'd ever been before and, in her inexperience, gripped both lips of her pussy with both hands and began rubbing the two oily sides together, wanting to get off, but afraid to stick her finger into her cunt slit. Her plan worked, though, and she groaned loudly in pleasure as her fuck juices gurgled noisily from her cunt and dribbled down her thighs. Frenzied and weak at the knees, she closed her eyes and dropped back down into the water, still rubbing furiously at her cunt, her fever rising as the river's warm water flowed around her. She panted loudly as she leaned back and spread her legs wide, feeling the current against her clit, and enjoying the vibrating sensations rushing through her body.
Carlos felt the bulge in his loose-fitting trousers grow as he watched the blonde American beauty beating off in the water. He stuck his hand in his pocket and straightened out his pulsing prick. He heard Manuel come up from behind and crouch quietly in the bushes next to him.
"Is she doing what I think she's doing?" Manuel whispered.
"What do you think?" Carlos replied. "You see anyone else around?"
He shook his head and said, "I didn't know girls did that."
"Most don't," Carlos said confidently, "but these Americans, well...."
"She looks like she really wants it," Manuel breathed heavily.
"Wants it! Hell, she needs it!" Carlos said, looking over at his younger companion and smiling devilishly.
Manuel returned the smile. He'd seen his friend at work before. His crotch tingled in anticipation of what was to come as Carlos emerged from the dense foliage and confidently approached the bathing beauty, who was now moaning loudly in her fevered ecstasy.
"Buenas tardes!" He voiced the traditional Mexican greeting in Spanish when he reached the edge of the river and was standing only a few feet away from Lynn.
Her eyes snapped open, and, shocked, she lost her footing in the river bottom and sank suddenly, only to emerge a moment later sputtering, startled, and very embarrassed.
"Hello," she answered him, self-consciously retreating a bit to whatever cover the deeper water in the middle of the river could offer. "I'm afraid I didn't hear you coming."
"It is no problem," Carlos assured her. "You like our river?"
"Oh yes, it's lovely." She attempted a feeble stroke to demonstrate her admiration of the water.
"Yes, it is very clear water," he leered. She knew now that the deeper water hadn't hidden her tits and cunt any and began feeling even more self-conscious. "My name is Carlos, what's your name?"
"Lynn," she answered, turning her body sideways to keep him from seeing her pussy and crossing her arms to hide her tits.
"Well, Lynn, what brings a pretty American girl like you to this part of Mexico?"
Although Lynn felt strange, standing there in the river having a casual conversation with a stranger in the nude, he seemed friendly enough and she didn't want to appear rude, so she saw no other course of action but to answer. "I'm here on a camping trip. I wanted to see the country alone."
Carlos' eyes lit up and he found it hard to control his excitement. He had to take a deep breath before he felt he could continue speaking without having his voice betray his intentions, although this young creature seemed as if she were probably too stupid to realize the possible consequences of running around the jungle and talking to strangers while she was naked.
"Since you are alone with no one to care for you, I must insist that you dine with me and my family," Carlos said firmly.
Being familiar to some degree with Mexican customs, Lynn was not surprised at the invitation. She knew that these charming natives would rather starve themselves than allow a stranger to go hungry. "It would bring me much pleasure," she replied, eager for the chance to visit with an authentic Mexican family. It seemed things were going to go well on her vacation.
"We must go now," he said, and stood there waiting for her.
Fighting her shyness, Lynn paddled to the edge of the river and boldly took her first step out of the water. She'd heard of the frankness people in the back country had toward nudity, but she thought it would take a little getting used to for her.
She cast a sidelong glance at Carlos. He stood there unashamedly admiring her nakedness, and she wondered if he had a wife. After all, she had considered taking a Mexican lover, and he certainly was handsome and seemed so polite. Her cunt twitched in unsatisfied horniness at the thought of fucking him.
Manuel snickered in his hiding place in the bushes. Never before had he seen Carlos work his wonders so quickly on a woman, especially one so fine as this one. He almost cried out when he saw her step from the water so willfully. He wondered if Carlos had the evil eye and nobody knew it.
Carlos smiled and reached out his hand to help Lynn when she stumbled on a wet rock.
"Thank you," she said shyly, feeling a tingling in her cunt as she took his strong hand in hers.
"The pleasure is mine." He nodded, reaching out and taking her other hand in his as Lynn stepped completely out of the water now. Gripping her tightly by the wrists, he shouted over his shoulder, "Manuel, come!"
She heard a rustling in the bushes and was somewhat surprised when a short Mexican came running hurriedly out.
"I think I'd better put some clothes on, don't you?" she asked Carlos, pulling her hands away from him.
His grip tightened suddenly. "No!" he said evenly. "I don't!"
Manuel came up and stood next to them, grinning lewdly, a drop of drool running down his chin in his excitement.
She twisted her arms a bit in Carlos' firm grip, not wishing to start a struggle. "Please let me go," she whined softly.
"Let you go?" Carlos mocked her. "Why, I thought you were going to have dinner with us."
"I am, but please let me put my clothes back on." She was getting very nervous, but that unsatisfied craving that had begun in her cunt while she was playing with herself in the river only a few minutes ago, was, for some reason, still bothering her, and she felt her cunt lips twitch again as she looked into Carlos' dark eyes.
"Manuel, bring the lady her clothes," he barked.
She began to feel a little better when the little man brought them over. At last she could cover herself from his greedy-looking eyes.
"Throw them into the river!" Carlos commanded.
"No!" she yelled. "Please, those are my only clothes! I'll have to be naked out here without them!" she protested as she watched Manuel gleefully fling them into the river's current. Now what was she going to do?
"Now we shall have our dinner," Carlos whispered huskily as he jammed his mouth against hers.
Lynn kept her eyes open as she allowed the tall Mexican to put his wet lips against hers. She felt his massive arms go around her, holding her hands behind her back, as he pulled her in and held her tightly against his rock-hard body. She could smell him this close, and could tell he hadn't bathed in quite some time. Normally, the smell would have offended her delicate sensibilities beyond reason, but, for some reason, it didn't bother her. As a matter-of-fact, she felt almost drawn to it, as if she were finally smelling a male for the first time.
Manuel approached them from Lynn's rear and nervously held the rope out. He'd never touched an American woman before, and the thought filled him with strange anticipation.
He stared at her beautifully shaped white ass and those incredibly slender long legs. He felt his cock pushing against the rough fabric of his pants as he stepped ever closer to her. Then, he had his hands on hers. He was actually touching the blonde. He tied her hands together in a crude knot, anxious to get on with the festivities.
Carlos released her. She fell back into Manuel's waiting arms, suddenly aware her arms were tied behind her back. She was helpless now!
Manuel slobbered on her shoulder as he reached up and immediately took hold of her large, firm tits. He squeezed them hard.
"Please ... no," she whispered.
"You like?" Manuel asked, his putrid breath entering her throat and making her gag in disgust.
"No, please stop," she begged, although becoming more aware of the ever-increasing fire she'd started in her cunt earlier.
"I think that you do like it," Carlos said, placing a hand against her fuck hole and rubbing her cunt lips lightly. She closed her eyes and emitted a little involuntary groan.
"We know what you were doing!" Manuel rasped into her ear, grinning lecherously.
Her eyes flew open and she felt her face go red with embarrassment.
"That is right, little slut," Carlos confirmed. "And now we will give you what you want!" He poked a finger into her cunt up to the first knuckle.
She struggled to get away. "No!" she shouted. "That's not what I want!"
Carlos threw a strong arm around her, she could feel the bulging hardness of his cock against her belly. "We think that it is! Otherwise, why would you be fingering yourself like that?"
Her embarrassment mounted, but so did her horniness as Carlos began fucking her lightly with his finger. Suddenly she felt a sharp little jab of pain in her cunt as Carlos hit her cherry, and his eyes opened wide.
"Manuel!" he hissed to his buddy, hardly able to control the excitement of his discovery. "She's a virgin!"
"A virgin!" The little fat man behind her squeezed her titties harder for emphasis. "Surely the saints have blessed today!"
"They have," Carlos agreed, turning his eyes back to Lynn's. "And so, little virgin, have you been blessed today, for Carlos and Manuel never let a woman go away unsatisfied. Right?"
"Right!" Manuel said.
With that, Carlos picked her up off her feet and threw her down onto the ground. "Hold her!" he ordered as the slobbering Manuel leapt onto her, the rough fabric of his pants scratching her face, his dirty hands pawing at her wet pussy.
Manuel had never seen so beautiful a pussy before. Surely the saints were with him to give him a cunt with blonde pussy hair. Greedily he attacked her pussy with his tongue, lapping up her succulent fuck juices.
Lynn couldn't help but emit a slight groan out of shock and horniness. One of the less-refined girls at school had brought in a magazine that showed people sucking cunts and cocks. She'd hardly looked at it, not being one to take part in such vulgar activities, but she did remember how, later in bed that evening, her cunt had started twitching so badly that she'd had to go douche.
She felt the hard spot in Manuel's pants rubbing against her nose and turned her face to avoid him. Somehow, the rich, masculine smell of his cock was beginning to turn her on.
She heard herself gasp as Manuel's tongue entered her hairy little cunt slit, as he began to fuck her with his tongue.
"Ohhh, no ... please don't...." she heard herself moaning as she fought the urge to open her legs for him.
"Manuel! Move out of the way!" she heard Carlos command as the little man slid off her. She was surprised to find herself wishing Carlos had waited awhile before making him stop.
Her eyes opened wide when she saw he had stripped. Her eyes became riveted to the huge, darkened cock he held in both hands. A huge drop of pearly white pre-come dangled off the tip of the large purple prickhead.
Slowly he approached her, holding his cock out in front of him like a lance pointed directly at her face. She began to squirm on the ground in front of him, her tied hands uncomfortable underneath her.
He knelt in front of her. His ten-inch piece of rigid cock pointed at her, its hole dripping.
Carlos reached down and grabbed a handful of her long blonde hair and brought her face up to it. "Now suck it, whore!" he demanded.
Lynn couldn't believe this was happening to her. Neither she nor any of her friends were cock-suckers. She turned her eyes away. "No!" she stated flatly.
There was a sudden crack in the air, and she saw stars as Carlos brought his open hand down hard against the side of her face.
"I said suck it, you lousy American whore!" he shouted, raising his hand threateningly.
"Wait ... please." She looked up at his angry face imploringly. "Go ahead and rape me. Do what you want with me." She looked at his enormous, blue-veined prick. "But please," she implored him, "don't make me suck your cock."
He slapped her again. This time her head hit the ground with the force of the blow.
"Suck it, whore!" he hollered.
She tasted the blood in the corner of her mouth. Looking up at him, with his huge fuck meat in his hand and Manuel standing off to the side and grinning as usual and obviously enjoying the show, she could feel nothing now but contempt for the two men. No one had ever treated her like this. No one had the right to. She was no whore and she was no cock-sucker.
"No," she said calmly, resigned that her refusal would probably mean her death.
She was surprised when Carlos smiled slightly and casually turned to Manuel and said, "Go get the handcuffs."
He saw the confused look on her face and explained, "You are wondering why I tell Manuel to bring the handcuffs when your hands are already tied?"
She was too afraid to respond.
"You will soon learn to do what Carlos asks you nicely to do the first time." Then he added, with a wink, "I always get what I want!"
Manuel rushed back from the horses with a pair of rusted handcuffs in his hand. He tossed them to Carlos.
Lynn tried feebly to squirm away when Carlos came at her. "Hold her," he ordered Manuel, who gladly obliged by leaping behind her and painfully grabbing each titty by the nipple.
"Ohhh!" she moaned, dismayed that he could hold her in place in such a simple yet painful manner.
The burning in her cunt, which she thought had died the moment Carlos first hit her, came back the moment Manuel grabbed her nips.
Carlos straddled her on his knees and picked up a dirty stick from nearby. He grinned as he placed the end against her lips.
Lynn clenched her jaw with all her might, making little muffled sounds through her teeth, which seemed to do nothing but turn her tormentors on.
Eventually, Carlos pried her jaw open with the dirty stick. Then he attached the open handcuffs to her jaw bone so that the curved metal rounded the bone.
Tears of frustration trickled down her face as she realized her mouth was now propped wide open, and, with her hands tied behind her back, there was absolutely nothing she could do to prevent Carlos from having his way with her.
She looked down at his fiercely throbbing cock. The veins stood out a rich blue. She'd never really seen a prick until today, and she found she couldn't take her eyes away.
"You like to look at it, eh?" Carlos grinned, rubbing the dribbling cockhead lightly against her lips as Manuel held her head firmly in place. He was going to take his time. He planned to torment this snide, American bitch good before giving her what he knew she wanted.
She wanted the same thing all those horny American women wanted-Mexican cock. Big, dirty, macho Mexican cock. That was why she was out here running around naked fingering herself on his land. That was why she hadn't run away when they first approached her, was why she had willingly agreed to go with him. She wanted cock and she wanted it bad. And he was going to give his prick to her!
"Now, slut, I am going to give you that dinner I promised you!" Carlos said.
Her eyes filled with terror, and she tried to move her head back. But Manuel pushed her forward with one hand and reached over and pinched one of her nips hard with the other.
Her nipple immediately stiffened in response.
"You will like it. I promise you there is none better," he bragged, sticking the large mushroom-shaped cockhead into her mouth.
His salty pre-come touched Lynn's lips. She tasted and swallowed involuntarily.
He pushed his cock into the back of her throat and hit her gag reflex.
"You like it, eh?" Carlos said as he began slowly fucking her mouth with his big prick.
Lynn's nose was now deep into his crotch hair. She could feel his heavy balls slapping her in the chin every time Carlos fucked into her mouth.
I don't believe this is happening to me, she thought. I'm no cock-sucker.
"Eyaii mama! This is good!" Carlos screeched as his cock fucked her throat. He grabbed her by both ears and began fucking her mouth even faster.
No longer needing to hold her, Manuel released her and rushed to his post between her legs.
No, not that! Lynn thought, knowing that if Manuel started tonguing her cunt she would lose all control.
Manuel spread her legs roughly and jabbed his tongue deep into her fuck hole right off the bat.
Lynn heard herself groan with pleasure.
"That's right, you little American whore, you love it!" Carlos panted. He was fucking his cock in and out of her wildly now, bringing his prick all the way out and shoving in as far as he could go with each thrust, confident in her helplessness to close her mouth.
Suddenly Lynn had a new feeling. Something she'd never felt before. A deep shudder welled up in her body, and she found herself spreading her legs good and wide for Manuel.
He was fingering her clit as he tongued her. No one had touched her clit before. She found her pelvis writhing in response to his touch. She jerked this way and that, finding the most exciting ways.
Carlos' cock had suddenly become incredibly stiff as he fucked in and out of her throat. He was groaning deliriously, panting, "Dirty American slut ... you love it...."
Suddenly his back arched and he fucked deeper into her throat than he had before.
Arching his back and pushing her nose deep into his crotch hair, he screamed, and a huge, gushing load of jizz spurted from his cock and ran down into her belly.
He continued fucking her mouth for a few seconds, causing some of the thick, white juice to dribble out of her mouth and onto her titties.
Carlos' excitement served only to feed Lynn's own now as Manuel brought her close to the breaking point. She felt herself writhing as his tongue and fingers gave her feelings she had never known before.
The humiliation, the pain-she had never felt so shamed in her life as she did with Carlos' cock in her mouth and Manuel's tongue up her cunt.
She was getting closer now. She'd never experienced an orgasm before, but she knew one was coming.
Suddenly, Carlos let her go as Manuel withdrew his tongue from her pussy. Her head hit the dirt with a thump as Carlos stood up from her limp form.
Manuel stood up. She could see his face with the sun shining over his shoulder. He was grinning at her.
Lynn was confused. Why had they stopped? Her body writhed as the excitement in her cunt continued to boil.
Unashamed, she spread her legs a little farther and pointed her pussy at Manuel and moaned a little. She was hot and she needed him to finish the job he'd started.
"I think she's trying to tell you something," Carlos said to Manuel.
Manuel took a step closer and knelt down to her. "What do you want, my little blonde cunt?" he asked her, his face only inches away from her.
Suddenly the little man didn't seem so repulsive as before. Actually, she thought she might even like him.
She moaned a little out of frustration, her cunt slit twitching madly now.
"What did she say?" Carlos asked.
"I don't know," Manuel answered, playing along. "She's talking strangely. Kind of like a dog."
He pinched her clitty hard, causing her to moan again.
"Hey, bitch, don't talk like a dog!" he said, pulling on her swollen cunt lips, making her writhe and groan even more.
He put a finger into her pussy and fucked her a little.
"You like that bitch?" he asked smugly, noticing her answering thrusts with her pelvis.
He stuck another finger in. God, this is too much, Lynn thought, spreading her legs as far as they would go now.
She felt a sudden sharp pain again as Manuel's eyes lit up.
She looked him square in the eye and moaned hungrily.
"What do you want, whore?" Manuel asked.
Lynn groaned in heated frustration and pushed down hard on his fingers again, causing herself to jump and gasp in pain as he hit her cherry.
"Tell me what you want, bitch, and I'll give it to you!" Manuel stuck yet another finger into her cunt, stretching her pussy wide.
She looked at him imploringly and groaned loudly. She couldn't tell him what she wanted. He already knew. Why wouldn't he just do it?
That wasn't good enough for Manuel. He shoved three fingers deep into her cunt. She gasped in pain.
"Don't talk like a dog, slut. Now you tell me what you want or we'll just leave you here like this!" He yanked the handcuffs from her ravaged mouth.
Lynn couldn't bear the thought of that. She'd never felt this way before. She was so hot it was unbearable.
Sensing she was close to doing what he wanted, which was to beg him for his cock, Manuel rubbed his thumb on her clit.
Suddenly racked with pleasure, Lynn writhed in the dirt. Do it now! she told herself. Ask him for it! Give him what he wants and he'll give you what you want!
"Please," she breathed heavily, "give it to me."
"Give you what, slut?"-Manuel asked, pushing his fingers in deeper and rubbing her clit more.
She could hardly breathe from her excitement, much less speak. She'd held out too long. There was no longer any time to be civil.
"Your dick!" she cried. "Give me that big cock of yours! I want you to fuck me!"
Manuel's clothes were off in a flash. She m cried out slightly when she saw his huge, dark cock. He may have been short, but his prick certainly was not. His cock was big and fat and purple.
Where before they couldn't get her to speak, now she chattered hysterically like a woman possessed, swiveling around on the dirt to aim her juicy cunt at him.
Manuel knelt down and positioned himself between her legs. She was too hot now, gyrating her hips wildly in her heated frenzy for sex. He grabbed her silky asscheeks with his hands to steady her, and took aim at her wet cunt slit.
She felt his hands on her ass with her own lied hands and looked over her big come-stained tits at him.
His eyes were trained on her blonde-haired cunt hole, which was now dripping with fuck juices. He put the head of his prick against her clit.
"Ohhhhh!" Lynn moaned, and she pushed against him. "You like?"
"Please, fuck me! Fuck me!" she sighed, knowing he wanted her to beg him.
She felt her cunt hole being stretched as Manuel pushed his cockhead in.
"You want more?" Manuel grinned.
Lynn let out a high animal wail. Manuel pushed his cock in farther but stopped when he hit her cherry.
Lynn sucked in air and wrapped her legs around his waist. Manuel's grin got bigger as she slowly tightened her clasp on him, drawing his prick deeper into her pussy and pushing harder yet on her cherry.
She closed her eyes and yanked hard on him with her legs, gritting her teeth and screaming, "Break it! Break it now and fuck the shit out of me!"
Manuel pushed and, in a sharp burst of pain and blood, he was through.
Lynn wailed at the feeling of a cock deep in her virgin pussy hole, and she bucked against him in fevered ecstasy. Her mind was a blank as her body worked with one objective-to come.
She locked her ankles together and helped Manuel as he fucked in and out of her pussy with all his might. He was no longer grinning as the veins in his neck and forehead stood out in a pulsing network of sexual energy.
He looked down at the horny American whore. He felt his prick grow harder yet as he watched her huge white tits sway back and forth with the rhythmic motion of their fucking. He bent down and began sucking them, feeling them swell in response.
Now there was no holding back as he fucked his cock in deeper, as far as he could fuck. He felt his piss hole open wide as he blew his wad deep into her belly.
Lynn went mad when she felt him shoot his come inside her. She pulled his cock in painfully deep, his gushing come sending shivers through her whole body.
She was going to come. For the first time in her life, she was going to come.
"It's happening!" she shouted. "It's happening!"
Suddenly Manuel was gone.
She looked up, trying to see through the haze in her mind which her own horniness had caused. Her unsatisfied cunt twitched madly.
There was Manuel, stuffing his bloody cock back into his pants.
"Wha ... what's going on?" she moaned, writhing on the dirt, trying to attract them with her cunt slit.
Carlos pulled her up by the arm. She felt weak at the knees and fell back down. She looked down at her swollen tits. There was come on them and her nipples were a cherry-red color. They were harder than they'd ever been before.
Between her legs she saw the bloody evidence of her first fuck, and she saw Manuel's thick, milky come running down her legs and matting into her cunt hair.
She looked up at the two satisfied-looking men. "But I'm still horny," she pleaded.
CHAPTER TWO
"That's your problem, whore," Carlos said, yanking her back onto her feet. The spasms in her cunt lips were driving her nuts. "Manuel, bring the horses around," he commanded, and the little man disappeared into the brush.
Lynn leaned her long slinky body against Carlos. "Please," she whispered, hardly believing what she was about to ask of him. The urge in her legs was becoming almost unbearable. "Make me come," she pleaded. "I want to come so badly."
Carlos smiled. "You want to come?" he asked eagerly.
"Yes! Oh yes!"
Manuel appeared with the horses. "Okay, little white-skinned bitch," he said. "We were going to take you along with us anyway. Now, up onto the horse." He boosted her up onto the saddle of the large stallion, her hands still tied behind her back.
"No, you don't understand!" she protested, realizing he had misunderstood her use of the English slang word.
He leapt easily into the leather Western-style saddle behind" her, shoving her cunt up against the rigid horn of the saddle painfully. He squeezed her prominent tits from behind and spoke harshly into her ear. "No, it is you who does not understand! This is our plantation and you are our slave!" With that, he spurred his horse and they took off in a full gallop before Lynn had a chance to protest.
Their slave! Lynn didn't want to think of the horrors that were in store for her if she couldn't think of some way to escape. In fact, at the moment she was having difficulty thinking of anything but the way the saddle's horn was rubbing at her stiff and swollen clit as the horse galloped along at full speed.
She started pushing up against it, feeling a hot tingling starting inside her cunt, moving up her belly and down her legs. The saddle became wet with pussy juice, causing her to slide and buck up against the saddle all the more. She clenched her fists and gritted her teeth as her body started trembling, building toward the climax. She moaned softly.
"What?" Carlos yelled.
She moaned again and squeezed his huge balls.
"So you like to ride the horse with Carlos?" he asked as she fumbled with his fly and reached inside for his big prick. That being answer enough, the horny Mexican spurred his horse again, urging the animal on.
The saddle was now sopping wet as Lynn slid all the way up to the top of the horn and back down again, groaning loudly with each movement of the horse.
Lynn screamed ecstatically, pulling ever harder on Carlos' throbbing prick, his pre-come spraying into the air and matting against his shirt.
"Faster, faster! I'm coming!" she yelled. "Oh, shit, oh fucking shit!" she screamed, finally sliding up over the saddle horn and ramming it up into her oily fuck hole. "Oh shit! It hurts and I'm coming! Oh mother fuuuck!" She heaved, spasms racking her entire body as she gyrated her cunt and throbbing clit against the slick saddle horn. She jerked furiously on Carlos' pulsing prick.
He cried out as his hot jism gushed from his prick and disappeared over his shoulder.
Carlos slowed the horse to a walk. Lynn looked over her shoulder ashamedly, both of her tied hands still gripping his softening cock for balance. "Please get me off of here," she pleaded, now fully aware of her painfully stretched cunt.
"But you seemed to like riding that way only a few moments ago," he taunted her. "You want I should spur the horse again for you?"
Her eyes opened wide in fear. "No! Please, don't do that!"
Just then Manuel caught up with the pair, puffing loudly. "Carlos! What are you doing? Are you trying to steal the bitch for yourself?" he demanded angrily.
Carlos laughed as he said, "Of course not. Look closely and you will realize the skinny little bitch is only teaching me a new way to ride!"
Manuel looked from her hands clinging tightly to Carlos' cock to Lynn's stretched-out cunt and laughed heartily. "Not only is she showing you a new way to ride Carlos," he laughed, "but a new way of oiling your saddle. I think my saddle needs a little oiling too."
Lynn cringed at the thought of being forced to do this again. Her cunt was killing her now and getting worse with every step the horse took, pushing the saddlehorn deeper into her pussy. God, how it hurt, but it was worth it.
Carlos stopped the horse and gently lifted her off the horn, saying, "Okay, whore, too much of a good thing is not good. We don't want your new little pussy getting all stretched out on us the first day." He chuckled. "When your cunt does get stretched out, it will be with this!" He gestured toward the huge slab of prick he was stuffing back into his pants.
She looked away, embarrassed, realizing she'd reached back of her own free will and had jerked him off. She couldn't believe how she, Lynn Sequa, who up to only an hour ago had never even touched herself or kissed a man, was now behaving. She kept telling herself she hated what they'd done to her, but another voice from somewhere inside her was calling her a filthy liar.
She took a few bow-legged steps, unable to bring her legs closer together after the painful abuse she'd just put her pussy through.
Manuel dismounted his horse and came up behind her. "Into the house, slut!" he said, cracking her hard on her ass and shoving her toward a run-down old shack.
He walked behind her, admiring the bright-red hand print he had just made on her white little American ass. He liked watching her walk with her legs spread like that, it meant she'd been fucked good and proper. Carlos walked away.
"Go on, inside!" He pushed her through the door into a drab room, bare except for a few pieces of stick furniture.
"Over there!" He pointed to a table. There were ropes tied to the legs and two ropes hanging from the ceiling rafters. Lynn didn't like the looks of things but she had no choice other than to do as he asked. Naked, her arms tied helplessly behind her, lost in a foreign country, she knew she was entirely at their mercy.
She walked over to the table and perched her little ass lightly on one edge.
Manuel stepped in and locked the door behind him, putting the key into his pants pocket. "Lay down, slut."
"Please, let me go!" she whispered.
He walked over to her and twisted one of her nipples hard.
"Ouch! Please, don't hurt me," she said, leaning back on the rough surface of the table.
Manuel twisted her titty a little more for good measure, then grabbed one of her ankles and tied it to one of the ropes hanging from the ceiling rafter.
"What are you going to do to me?" she asked in her utter helplessness.
"You'll see," he answered ominously, tying her other ankle up. He stepped back and hoisted the two ropes up, raising her feet high in the air and spreading her legs, exposing her cunt easily to anyone who cared to look. Then, after tying a rope attached to the other end of the table around her neck, he cut her arms free.
Manuel stood back, grinning widely as he watched her struggle to cover her nakedness with her little hands. Just watching her squirm like that made him horny again. He walked up to her and slapped her ass-cheek again, enjoying the loud cracking sound.
She reached under herself and tried to cover her ass with her hands. He reached up and slapped one of her big milky tits, and she tried to protect it by throwing one of her arms over while still covering her ass with one hand.
"Oh, please don't. You're hurting me," Lynn protested. He liked that too. Seeing her cunt slit completely unguarded, he reached down and pinched her clit hard.
Manuel was just getting ready to pull his huge cock out when there was a sharp rap at the door. Reluctantly, he released the writhing girl and unlocked the door. Carlos stepped in, but he wasn't alone.
He was followed closely by a short woman. Her hair was long and black. Her eyes were large and mean looking. Lynn squirmed a little on the table, trying to cover her nakedness as best she could with her hands.
Carlos walked up to Lynn and ran a strong hand down her pearly white thigh. She couldn't help but quiver a little as his hand lightly brushed against a few stray strands of cunt hair that protruded out from between her fingers as she held her hands over her pussy slit. "Are you playing with yourself again, bitch?" he yelled, yanking her hands away and staring lecherously at her juicy cunt. "No! Please, just let me alone."
"Let you alone! For why? So you can go off somewhere and fuck yourself with your fingers some more?" he taunted her. "Hasn't that caused you enough trouble already as it is? You wouldn't be in this trouble now if you'd had a little more control, you horny slut!"
Lynn turned her head away, not wanting to look anyone in the eye. What he had said was true. If only she hadn't been playing with her cunt when he had come up on her, then maybe she would have already had her clothes on and
"Carlos! If the slut likes playing with her cunt so much, why don't we give her the hair of the dog that bit her!" Manuel said. "Then maybe we will have cured her of her disgusting habit once and for all."
Carlos released her hands. "You have a point. Perhaps that is just the thing she needs. Nilda," he called to the girl, "come over here and see what happens when a young girl is unable to control her cunt."
She walked over and unashamedly stared at Lynn's pussy as Lynn rested there, timidly covering her tits with her arms.
"Go on, slut, play with yourself!" Carlos commanded.
"Please, don't do this to me," she begged.
"Well, if you don't want to touch your cunt, then I will!" Carlos yelled, slapping her protruding pussy lips.
Lynn jumped and screamed. He slapped her cunt again, harder this time. She put her hands over her pussy for protection.
"Okay whore, have you decided to play with yourself for us?" He paused. "Or do you want us to play with you?"
Lynn closed her eyes and slowly began rubbing the outer area of her cunt, fearful of what they might do. Maybe she could pacify them enough to where they would leave her alone for awhile.
"Come on, bitch! Stick your fingers inside your cunt!" Manuel ordered.
Reluctantly, Lynn slid a finger into her moist pussy slit. She shuddered slightly at the feel. She'd never put her finger into her cunt before.
"Now fuck yourself good with that finger!"
She fucked her finger in and out gently and, without thinking, inserted another. She caressed her swollen cunt lips with her other hand, following the fleshy trail down to where both pussy lips met at her asshole. Her fingers lingered there awhile, then started back up to where the cunt lips met at the top. A stifled groan escaped from her lips as she found the tip of her rapidly hardening clit.
"You hear? She groans. Our plan is working," Manuel joked with the others.
Lynn ignored him as she began moving her ass in time with the strokes of her own fingers. She'd never beaten off like this before and somehow, she found herself taking an erotic sort of pleasure at being trussed up like this in front of other people, being forced to do this. It made it all right, as if she couldn't help it.
"She's enjoying it too much!" Carlos decided. "I will have to make it more miserable for her!" He took off his cowboy hat and, leaning over her, sucked one of her nipples into his mouth.
Lynn shuddered at the pleasurable feeling, and moaned softly, feeling the fire starting inside her pussy again. Carlos grabbed her other tit and began tickling the nipple.
"So you are still enjoying yourself, eh? You little American whore, maybe this will wipe that smile off your face!" Manuel yelled, suddenly fucking his cock into her mouth.
Lynn made a muffled cry and tried to bring her hands up to stop him, but Carlos was in the way. Carlos bit down hard on her stiff nipple and slapped her other tit. Nilda, standing between Lynn's legs, grabbed her hands.
She was surprisingly strong for such a small woman.
"Maybe you won't enjoy your punishment so much now, bitch!" Carlos hissed at her.
Manuel climbed up onto the table, never taking his prick from her mouth, then fucked his cock deeper into her throat. He kicked his pants off and started fucking her mouth, saying, "You better start fingering yourself again, whore, or I'll choke you on this thing!"
Lynn knew his cock was big enough to kill her, and that these savage people would have no qualms against it. She mechanically jammed two fingers back into her cunt and found her pussy much wetter than when she'd pulled her fingers out a minute ago. Despite her shame at what they were doing to her, she was unable to deny the erotic response of her body to all this stimulation. She used her other hand to start tickling her clit again.
She opened her eyes and looked at Manuel's thick, smelly thatch of hair. His long prick was only halfway in her mouth and was already hitting the back of her throat. He saw her looking at him and smiled down at her, "You like?" he asked, drooling.
Lynn startled herself by fucking her own fingers deeper into her hole, hurting herself a little. She could see the veins in his prick standing out, all purple and pulsating with blood. She pulled on her clit a little harder and reminded herself that she didn't like what they were doing to her, although that was becoming more difficult by the moment.
Manuel speeded up his face-fucking, unable any longer to prolong the torture he was putting this snide bitch through. He liked making her helpless like this and then teaching her a lesson she would never forget. He grabbed her by the back of the head and fucked her with his huge cock, feeling his balls beating her on the chin. That would teach her to get so horny. Women had no right to be so horny. He started pulling his cock out farther and fucking back in with each stroke.
Lynn could hear the slurping sounds her mouth was making around his big cock. She couldn't believe his prick could get any larger, but it did. She started rubbing her clit and fucking herself with her fingers in time with Manuel's undulating hips. She felt his furry ball sac hitting her in the chin, making a loud slapping noise with every deep thrust. Her cunt was streaming with her own fuck juices. Her slobber dribbled down her chin. Manuel's grip on her head got tighter and she felt she was going to gag as his prick entered her throat.
"I'm going to come! I'm going to come! Ayyeeeiiaaa!" Manuel screamed, ramming her nose deep into his crotch hair and blowing his wad of come deep into her belly.
Lynn fucked herself feverishly with her fingers, tasted his boiling come as it seeped up her throat from her overfull belly and onto her tongue. He pulled his cock out and held his prickshaft in front of her and she lapped at his cockhead, cleaning every bit of his thick, pearly cum off his massive prick.
Manuel climbed wearily off the table, saying, "I hope you learned your lesson, bitch."
Carlos quickly shucked his pants and climbed aboard her, sitting directly on her face. When she put her hands up to get him off, he pinched both nipples. "Put your hands back where they were, or I'll twist your titties off!" he threatened, tightening his grip.
Lynn let out a muffled scream and put her hands back down on her hot cunt and jammed three fingers in angrily. She was dripping wet now, and she wiped some of her fuck juice up with her other hand and used it to lubricate her clit. The smell of Carlos' manly ass on her face was making her incredibly hot now and she started bucking her ass against her fingers uncontrollably.
"Hold those tits together, Nilda!" Carlos said. "I'm gonna fuck the shit out of them!"
Carlos raised his ass off her face a bit and pushed the head of his prick against the crack between her two tits. She couldn't see anything though because his huge balls hung down and blocked her vision. She fingered herself furiously as she felt him push it between her tits.
"Hold them tighter, Nilda! Tighter!" he said. Lynn moaned in ecstasy as the girl squeezed her titties harder. She could feel the outline of every vein in his prick with her tits.
She got hotter and hotter as she watched his heavy bull-like balls go forward, dragged across her neck as Carlos fucked his big cock between her tits, then come back and smack her hard in the chin every time he pulled back. She felt an urge to suck on his hairy sac.
She shuddered as a spasm rocked her from her clit to her tongue when she licked one of his balls on the back swing. Carlos grunted in approval. This time, when he reared back, she sucked a whole ball into her mouth. It was salty with sweat. She watched his sac stretch as he fucked deep between her tit mounds as she held his big ball in her mouth.
Her clit was on fire now and her tied legs swung wildly in the air as she rocked her ass, trying desperately to get off.
Then she became aware of the firm tits of the little Mexican woman pressed against her pussy. Lynn could feel their ripe fullness against the backs of her hands while she played frantically with herself. She wondered what it would be like to play with them a little. The thought drove her mad. She had to do it. She had to feel this rapist woman's tits.
She pulled a wet hand out of her steaming cunt and turned it around. The woman's tit brushed up against it as she struggled to hold Lynn's big tits in place against Carlos' wild tit-fucking.
Lynn squeezed down on the tit's warm fullness, ready to pull back if the woman voiced the slightest protest. Instead, Lynn thought she felt Nilda push her tit farther into her hand. Lynn sucked hard on Carlos' balls and reached up with her other hand and took hold of the woman's other tit.
Now crazy with heat, Lynn reached inside Nilda's loose-fitting blouse and pulled the woman's tits out. She felt the nipples with her fingers-they were hard and getting harder.
Lynn's cunt craved satisfaction. She slid the woman's tits down against her pussy and used the nipples to rub her clit. She'd never felt anything like this before. The Mexican's nipples were hard and long-they felt like they were at least a good inch long. Lynn stuck one nip into her cunt and howled with pleasure. Her fuck juices flowed so hard she thought she was pissing.
"Ohhhh!" Lynn moaned loudly, spitting Carlos' balls out. "Oh fuck! Oh shit! I've never felt anything like this before!" She looked at Carlos' big balls slapping her chin.
"You whore!" Carlos yelled, his wad about to blow. "Finger-fuck yourself good, you lousy American whore!"
Lynn stuck the girl's nipple into her pussy as far as it would go and rubbed her clit furiously with her other nip.
"I'll teach you to run around waving your big, fat tits on my land!" Carlos grunted, his pre-come smearing her tits.
The Mexican girl pushed harder on Lynn's tits and squeezed each nipple.
Carlos arched his back, screaming, "Lousy American whore!" The hot fuck juice flew out of his cock. Lynn thrashed like a madwoman now, her helpless legs kicking around in the air, screaming. She screamed, "I'm going to come! I'm going to come!"
Carlos leapt off her and the girl viciously jerked her tits out of Lynn's hungry hands. "No you're not, slut!" he said, dressing. The Mexican woman stepped back and smiled sadistically at Lynn's writhing body as Manuel grabbed Lynn's frantically rubbing hands and jerked them away from her pussy.
"Please," Lynn begged breathlessly as Manuel tied her hands to the legs of the table, her clit on fire. "Don't do this to me! You've got to let me come!" She screamed, kicking her legs pitifully and wriggling her juicy cunt around on the table.
Manuel and Carlos headed for the door. "Get her ready for Rick, Nilda," Carlos said. "She's going to be sold tonight!"
CHAPTER THREE
Nilda put her hands on her hips and smiled down at the writhing form of Lynn as Carlos and Manuel closed the door on their way out and locked it behind them.
Lynn struggled against the ropes to pull her legs together. If she could only just close her legs and rub them together, then maybe she could get off. Nilda liked looking at that.
Lynn weighed her pride against her mounting feelings of frustration. Her clit was on fire and there was a deep trembling inside her cunt. Nilda walked to the other side of the room and drew a pitcher of water and took a towel along with a few other things from a cabinet. Lynn watched her move. She had a very sexy walk and, after all, she did have very nice tits. Lynn remembered how they felt in her hands and the way the small girl had responded to her touch.
Nilda walked up to Lynn and looked down at her from between her legs. Lynn could see she was staring at her pussy. She could feel her fuck juices streaming from her swollen slit and knew it had to look inviting. And she was hot. Hot enough to do anything to get off. Even make love to another woman. There was no right or wrong for her now-only her cunt, and that horrible mounting frustration in her clit that said that she had to come now.
"Please." Lynn looked at her with imploring eyes. "Make me come. I've just got to come. I'm so horny."
Nilda dampened a wash rag and, reaching across the length of Lynn's long and supple body, sensuously began to wash Lynn's massive white tits. Lynn rubbed her cunt against Nilda's lithe brown body and shuddered at the feel of her caressing her tits. Nilda hadn't bothered to pull her blouse back up after Lynn had yanked it down and Lynn could see there was cum on her tits from where Carlos had sprayed his wad on her while she'd held Lynn's tits for him.
Nilda stood back when she'd finished cleaning Lynn's tits. Lynn wiggled her slick little cunt at her, hotter than ever. The girl was tormenting her and. getting a lot of pleasure from it. Lynn knew this, but she was willing to do anything to come.
Nilda smiled wider than before as she stared at the white girl's wiggling cunt. This American whore was hornier than any she'd ever seen before. She reached down and tickled the girl's oversized clit a little and giggled a little when the girl moaned in grateful response.
"You want Nilda to play with your horny little cunt?" she asked.
"Yes! Oh yes! Please play with my fucking cunt!" the white girl begged. She liked having white girls beg for her.
"Okay, I'll play with your hairy little pussy a little while for you," she said reassuringly as she soaped up her hands.
"Thank you, oh thank you so fucking much!" Lynn said, feeling Nilda's hands rub her cunt hairs. She looked up and saw Nilda working up a lather on her pussy hairs. She was startled as Nilda brandished a straight razor over her cunt. "What ... what are you doing?"
Nilda brought the razor down and began scraping off Lynn's cunt hairs with quick expert strokes. Lynn felt weird about having her pussy shaved, but had no time to think as her cunt began responding to the stimulation of Nilda rubbing.
She gasped loudly as Nilda tugged on a pouting cunt lip and shaved around it, then did the same on the other side. She almost came when Nilda worked the razor around the hood covering her clit, and she tried to hide the pleasure she felt as the hair around her puckered asshole was scraped off.
"Please," Lynn cried, "don't shave my cunt. I'm already so naked. Please don't."
Nilda slapped Lynn's hairless pussy lips. They gave off a satisfying crack. "I'll do as I please with you, cow!" she said. "You like?" Nilda slapped Lynn's cunt again, enjoying the way the blonde's pussy lips wiggled when they were slapped.
"No, don't hurt my cunt, please," Lynn begged.
Nilda slapped again, and Lynn felt the hand hit her stiff clit, turning her on even more. The Mexican girl slapped repeatedly, each time bringing Lynn closer to the edge. It stung like mad, and Lynn cried out with each blow, feeling her clit rise up against each slap.
Nilda stopped as Lynn rested there, panting, trying to catch her breath. Lynn had never been so horny in her life. She hated pain, but she needed her cunt touched.
Nilda reached under the table for something. "Open your eyes, cow."
Lynn opened her eyes and looked into the mirror Nilda was holding between her legs. The sight of her own helplessness as she hung from the ceiling, her legs spread wide and vulnerable, her heaving tits, her arms pinned to the table legs, the sweat pouring off her creamy white skin, made her unbearably horny. Her eyes were riveted to her hairless pussy. Her pussy looked like a child's cunt. Her cunt lips were red and swollen from abuse, and the sight turned Lynn on even more. She saw her huge clit protruding angrily from its fleshy hood, red and wet. Her slit was gaping wide, ready for prick, and her fuck juices flowed readily and ran down the crack of her ass and into her tight, pink little asshole. She was shocked at how big her cunt looked hairless.
Nilda lowered the mirror and slid it back under the table. "You ... you're not done with me, are you?" Lynn asked disappointedly. She was so hot now that she would take any kind of abuse just to get off. Her cunt demanded it.
Nilda slowly unbuttoned her blouse and let it slide off her shoulders. Lynn looked at Nilda's tits. They were large and firm looking, with dark-brown nipples, the tips of which stood out close to two inches. Lynn's cunt juices streamed even more as she watched Nilda's skirt fall from her hips. The Mexican girl was getting naked.
Nilda climbed up from between Lynn's legs and sat down on her stomach, straddling her body. Her dark flesh felt warm against Lynn's. Nilda placed a hand on each side of Lynn's head and slowly lowered a tit into Lynn's mouth.
Nilda sighed as Lynn sucked hard on her elongated nips. Lynn felt Nilda's body relax as the woman stretched out on her, her head hanging over one end of the table as Lynn sucked her tits, her feet dangling off the other side as she idly rubbed against Lynn's aching clit.
Nilda slowly raised herself up and slid down Lynn's long body a bit, until the two girls' faces were even with each other. Lynn was surprised at how the hard features of Nilda's face had softened as she looked into her dark eyes. Nilda smiled a warm sort of smile as Lynn felt the woman's fingers slowly trace a line down the side of her body over her thigh and onto her clit. She rubbed in little circles.
Nilda slowly and deliberately lowered her mouth onto Lynn's. Lynn felt her warm, probing tongue in her mouth. It felt good. She'd never considered herself a lesbian before, but there was no denying that she was experiencing pleasure.
Nilda flicked her tongue down into the nape of Lynn's neck. Whipping the blonde's cunt had made her horny and now she needed some satisfaction herself. Her tongue slid along the hot sweating skin of her captive. Lynn's white skin was salty and good. She took Lynn's cherry-red nipple into her mouth. Lynn groaned in ecstasy as Nilda continued stroking her fiery clit and sucked on her nip.
Nilda's tongue trailed along Lynn's body and stopped at her belly button. Her long dark hair fell onto Lynn's throbbing clit. Lynn couldn't believe how sensitive her cunt was now that her pussy had been shaved. She gasped in surprise as Nilda quietly turned herself completely around and ended up in the sixty-nine position.
Shocked at first, Lynn merely rested there and looked into the Mexican girl's dark, juicy cunt slit out of curiosity. Then a deep shudder went through her own body as she felt Nilda's expert tongue lapping away at her cunt. Lynn had known what was happening as soon as Nilda had climbed on top of her, but that hadn't eased the shock of having another woman sucking on her pussy. Her poor erect clit had been tormented for hours now, and she had no choice in the matter.
She moaned loudly as Nilda began fucking her in the cunt with her tongue.
Suddenly Lynn's air was cut off as Nilda placed her juicy cunt on Lynn's face. Lynn tried to turn her head to the side, repulsed by the suggestive move, but Nilda quickly wrapped her strong legs around her captive's head and held it in place. Nilda began rubbing her cunt up and down Lynn's face, tonguing her bound lover's clit rapidly.
Some of Nilda's pussy juice trickled into Lynn's mouth, and she couldn't help but taste it. More trickled in. She put her tongue out a little. Nilda moaned now as she felt the American's tongue rub up against her own swollen cunt lips, and she began rubbing her cunt against Lynn's face even harder.
Seeing Nilda respond to her own feeble attempts at stimulation made Lynn's cunt hotter, and she jammed her tongue up into Nilda's pussy. A sudden gush of cunt juice poured out of Nilda's pussy slit, and Lynn found herself lapping the fuck juice.
Nilda stuck two fingers into Lynn's cunt and nibbled on the blonde's clit. Lynn nibbled back on Nilda's clit. Nilda moaned louder than before now. She started fucking Lynn's cunt rapidly with her fingers now, bringing Lynn close to the edge again.
Lynn stifled the groans she felt rising in her throat. She didn't want to let Nilda know how close she was to coming, because she knew the Mexican wouldn't let her get off. She could tell though, by the way Nilda's fuck juices were flowing and the way her ass was bucking around that her captor was close to the edge.
She pulled her tongue out of Nilda's hungry cunt.
The dark girl wiggled her cunt furiously against Lynn's motionless lips and tongued Lynn's clit suggestively. Lynn ignored her.
Nilda tightened her legs around Lynn's head and begged, "More! Please!"
Lynn lapped at the Mexican's pussy slit, mimicking Nilda's technique. Then she would stop. Nilda, powerless as she was now, would gyrate her cunt in Lynn's face and beg for more.
Lynn tried hard to ignore the burning in her own pussy now as the game went on. Both women were streaming with sweat and cunt juice as they drove each other into a frenzy. Finally Lynn's tortured clit got the relief she'd worked so hard for as she bit down hard on Nilda's pussy lips and, through clenched teeth, moaned, "I'm coming now. Oh holy shit mother fucker! I'm coming now and you can't stop me! Oh mother fuuuuck!" Lynn thrashed madly about, straining against the ropes that held her legs spread high and wide, as Nilda, herself near her peak, fucked Lynn's cunt roughly with her fingers and chewed on her clit.
Her body shuddered repeatedly against Nilda's, their sweat splattering off the table. Lynn came again, as if to make up for all the other times climax had been denied. She screamed uncontrollably, as she ground her cunt deeper into Nilda's face.
Now Nilda was holding onto Lynn's thighs and lapping gently at her pussy, licking up all Lynn's pussy cum.
Lynn spit out Nilda's clit and caught her breath. Nilda turned her head serenely back to Lynn and purred, "Now you make me come, yes?"
Lynn looked back up at Nilda's dark cunt lips, at her huge throbbing clit. Fuck juice was streaming out of the Mexican girl. The girl that had shaved her cunt, had whipped her clit until it had swelled to twice its normal size, had tortured her and degraded her in every way possible. And now that same girl was asking her to make her come, as if they were lovers or something!
"No!" Lynn said, looking up at the hungry cunt overhead. She knew the consequences would be serious, but leaving this sadistic little lesbian as horny and frustrated as she'd made her was Lynn's only chance at revenge. She was willing to take that chance, no matter what the price.
"Come on, pretty white bitch." Nilda rubbed her cunt suggestively against Lynn's lips while licking enticingly at Lynn's clit.
Lynn quivered and became hot again from both Nilda's touch and from the thought of frustrating her. "No!" she said again.
Nilda rose up on all fours and looked underneath her, past two sets of tits, into Lynn's face. "You make me come!" she ordered, and forced her cunt back down on Lynn's face and rubbed frantically against Lynn's closed mouth again.
Nilda angrily leapt off the table, and, picking up the towel she'd used to wipe Lynn with earlier, she rolled it up like a whip and cracked it menacingly over Lynn's exposed cunt. Lynn knew it would do no good to beg now, and she closed her eyes in anticipation of the pain and torture she knew she would receive.
Nilda stuck a finger into her own cunt and, while fucking herself furiously with it, she snapped the wet towel against Lynn's shaved pussy and shouted, "Filthy cow, bitch, American whore!"
Lynn screamed in pain, and Nilda brought the whip down on her cunt again, this time hitting her directly on her clit, and sending a sharp jolt of pain through her entire body. Nilda spread her legs and shoved her fingers into her own cunt roughly in a frantic attempt to get off. She raised the whip again, just as there was a loud and angry pounding on the
"Nilda! Nilda, you little whore bitch! What are you doing in there!"
Nilda dropped the towel and jumped into her clothes, a look of fear on her face. She unlocked the door, and Carlos stepped in.
Lynn noticed with satisfaction that Nilda's legs were slightly bowed and her hips were gyrating slightly. She was still very horny.
"What were you doing in here?" he demanded of Nilda.
"Nothing, Carlos. Just getting the bitch ready for Rick," she said, slightly out of breath from exertion. "As you can see, I have shaved her cunt. Now I must only finish clean-Carlos looked at Lynn's bald pussy, and she felt her face redden from embarrassment as he grinned at her. Then, looking from the whip marks surrounding her reddened cunt to Nilda's gyrating ass, he put two and two together and said to Nilda, "Lift up your dress."
Knowing better than to question any of Carlos' commands, the Mexican girl slowly raised her dress to her waist. Carlos stuck a finger into her cunt and, feeling how juicy she was, pulled his finger out and checked her clit.
Nilda tried to stifle a moan as he stimulated her already-hot clit. Seeing how excited she was, Carlos slapped her across the face hard, sending her reeling to the other side of the room.
"So you still like playing with other women, do you, slut?" he said. Turning to the door, he added, "Finish cleaning her up. When she leaves, Manuel and I will give you another lesson on how to appreciate men more!" He went out and slammed the door.
Nilda picked herself off the floor and walked over to Lynn. Now, no matter what Nilda did to her, Lynn knew she had had her revenge. She'd left Nilda's cunt frustrated enough to give her away.
Nilda looked down at Lynn from between Lynn's legs. Gently washing the sweat and pussy juice from their lovemaking off Lynn's long white body, she said, "I will have my revenge on you, bitch."
CHAPTER FOUR
Lynn squinted against the sharp glare of the lantern as the men entered the cabin. They'd left her strung up in the darkness now for
"There she is," she heard Carlos say to someone Lynn had heard them talking to outside. She felt a twinge of shame as Carlos held the glowing lantern up to her slit. "As I told you, she's a true American beauty!" Lynn heard the unknown man grunt in response.
There was a quick exchange of money, then she heard Carlos and the rest exit, leaving her alone in the room with a stranger who was standing in the shadows. So they'd sold her as they said they would. What would become of her now?
The man walked toward her. She gasped as she saw the glint of a knife blade, too frightened to even scream. Silently, he cut the rope that bound her neck with a single stroke, then each arm. Lynn rested there on the table, grateful to be freed of the binding ropes, but too scared to move as he slowly rounded the table and stood there, black against the lantern light between her two tied legs. He put a strong hand on her thigh, near her cunt, and slowly ran it to her ankle. Lynn shivered at his touch.
Slowly, almost reluctantly, he reached up and cut the rope at her ankle. He held on to her leg as he gently lowered it to the table, where she kept it, bent at the knee. He cut her other leg down.
Lynn screamed in agony as the blood rushed into her legs after being tied up for so long, and she jumped up into a sitting position and began rubbing them madly, trying to ease the aching charlie horses cramping her legs.
The silent stranger stood there and watched, calmly sliding his knife back into its sheath.
Soon the pain subsided and Lynn felt she would be able to walk again. "Who ... who are you?" She squinted into the light.
"I'm Rick," a deep voice answered. "I'm going to take you back across the border. Do you think you can walk?"
Tears welled up in her eyes as she said, "Can I walk? I could run if we had to! I'd do anything to get back home!" She jumped off the table, ignoring the sudden pain that her weight put on her weakened legs.
Rick took her arm in his hand and squeezed hard. He drew her face up to his. She could barely see him in the darkness, but she could see that his face looked cold and hard, maybe even cruel.
Lynn took an involuntary step backward and he jerked her arm.
"Into the van!" he ordered, pushing her through the door.
She hesitated a moment when she stepped out into the cool night air, Rick brushed past her and headed for his rusted van. He leaned against the open door and said, "Thinking about escaping? Why don't you try it? It's dark out, so you wouldn't have to go very far into that jungle before I wouldn't be able to find you as long as you kept still."
Lynn looked over at the dense foliage. What was he doing?
He climbed into the van and closed the door. "Of course, you are still quite naked, quite beautiful, and quite broke." He smiled confidently. "Therefore, quite vulnerable. Take my word for it, you won't last the night in the jungle." He looked at her nude body. "Not like that at least. On the other hand, if you come with me, willingly, as my slave, you will make it to the border." His smile tightened into a cruel knot. "A little worse for the wear, but nonetheless alive. You'll then be free to leave me, that is, if you should so desire at that point."
His slave! Lynn listened to the sounds of the jungle. She heard the angry howl of a hungry wildcat, the endless buzzing of countless insects, and the rustle of animals lurking about. He was right, she couldn't possibly hope to escape through the jungle. Her best bet would be to agree to go with him, as his slave, and try for an escape later.
He started the van and said, "You comin' or not, slave!"
She took a hesitant step toward the van, trying to cover her nakedness with her hands, but it was no use. Her tits were too big to cover with one hand, and she had to cover her cunt.
She climbed into the van, still trying to cover herself.
"Get your hands off yourself, slave!" he ordered.
She put her hands down and asked, "Could I please have some clothes. I'm cold."
"Sure, baby." A sinister smile crossing his face. He went into the back of the van and unlocked a huge trunk. He pulled out a strange-looking device Lynn had never seen before. It looked like a belt, but it had another strap with some kind of a long tube with a knob on the end of it.
He threw it over to her. "Here, put this on. It'll warm you up!" he snickered.
"What is this?" she asked.
He yanked her angrily into the back of the van by the hair. "Don't play coy with me, slut!"
He wrapped one of the leather straps tightly around her waist and pulling a lock out of his pocket, locked it onto her. Then he took the other strap and pushed the knobby cylinder against her shaved pussy.
"No, don't," she pleaded.
He slapped her across the face hard and jammed the knob into her cunt. Locking it into place, he said, "Comes with the territory, bitch. You agreed to be my slave, so now you're my slave. You had your chance to run, you won't get another." He looked at her struggling helplessly against the cruel chastity belt he'd locked into her cunt. "That's right baby. Struggle a little bit. I like it."
"Please don't make me wear this thing," she pleaded. It stretched her pussy slit miserably. "I won't try to get away. I promise."
He grabbed her and, pulling her back up to the front of the van, sat her down in her seat and roughly. The dildo fucked deeper into her cunt.
"Ohhhhh," she groaned.
"That's good, baby. Moan more. I like it."
Lynn held her breath, not wanting to make another sound that she thought might please him. What had she gotten herself into? The man was obviously sick. She'd been much better off with Carlos and Manuel.
Just as they were about to pull out, the door to the cabin opened and Nilda ran out to the van. "Rick! Rick!" she shouted.
"What is it, Nilda?" Rick asked, casually leaning an arm out the window.
"Carlos sent me out with some information on the bitch that he regrets having forgotten to give you."
"Yes? Go on, go on."
"He told me to tell you that she has very strange tastes."
"Oh?" he raised a curious eyebrow.
"He told me to tell you that she likes it rough, rougher than most...."
"Nilda!" Carlos appeared in the doorway nude, fondling his hard prick. "Come and take your punishment!"
Nilda's eyes hardened as she looked over at Lynn and smiled. "And he told me to tell you that she likes it up the ass!"
Rick's eyes lit up. "Oh?"
"Nilda!" Carlos yelled again.
Rick put the van in gear, "Tell Carlos that I appreciate the information and that I will certainly see to it that she gets plenty of it up the ass!" He started to pull away.
"And rough too!" Nilda shouted. "Very rough!"
Lynn squirmed in her seat. She wasn't sure what that meant, but she had an idea.
"Why didn't you tell me you liked it up the ass?" Rick asked. "I'd have turned your little belt around for you."
"I don't. She's lying," Lynn said.
"Sure, sure. You broads are always afraid to admit to liking it, but I know you do. All of you do." He turned to her and looked down her long length of thigh in the darkness. "And I'll see to it you get your fill of it!"
The van rattled along the rough back roads, jiggling Lynn in her seat. She felt self-conscious as she looked down at her huge white tits, which wiggled along without any support or clothing to hide them. She squirmed uncomfortably as the huge dildo up her cunt began to do its work on her. The dildo fucked deeper with each jolt of her seat, causing her pussy juices to flow uncontrollably, and making it easier for the artificial prick to fuck in and out. She found herself holding onto the side of the seat, pushing down harder as she became aroused.
They hit a big bump and she moaned. Rick pulled off the road and looked at her. Sweat poured off her body, making her glisten in the darkness. She tried to hide the feelings mounting in her, but was unable to keep her ass from wriggling a little in the seat as she quietly worked the dildo in deeper, making herself hornier by the moment.
"Something wrong?" Rick leered at her nude form, sweat rolling off her huge tits. Her nipples had darkened and hardened.
"No, I just have to go to the bathroom," Lynn said nervously, hoping he would give her a chance to go off into the bushes and finger her clit a little to get off.
"Number one or number two?" he asked.
"Number one," Lynn answered. It was a ridiculous, childish question, but maybe if he thought she had to piss, he'd take the belt off her.
He cut the engine and went into the back of the van. "Come here," he instructed her. Lynn went back, thinking he would unlock her chastity belt. "Lay down." She lay on her back. "No, on your belly."
She rolled over. Why did he want her face down when the locks were on the front of the belt?
She shuddered at the feel of his hands on her ass. "What are you doing?" she asked, nervously looking back at him.
He slapped her across the face and said, "Don't keep asking me what I'm doing! You're my property and you have no right to ask me what I'm doing to you!"
Lynn opened her mouth in response, then thought better of it. She had agreed to be his slave in payment for getting across the border. She'd be better off cooperating at this point.
Her cunt twitched as she felt him spread her asscheeks. Damn, that dildo in her cunt was turning her on! She had to get some kind of relief quick.
She gasped in shock when he put a finger against her tight little asshole. "You say you don't have to shit, so I'm only checking you out," he said, pressing against her puckered shit hole.
She squirmed a little. Checking her out! Well, let him look at my asshole, she thought.
Suddenly she felt a sharp jab of pain like she'd never felt before as he stuck his finger into her ass past his first knuckle. "Ow, oh shit, you're hurting me, man!"
"Course I am, slave," he said. "But you love it. You know you love it." He stuck his finger in deeper.
"Ahhh! No, I don't, please, I don't like it. Please take your finger out of my butt."
He pulled his finger out and looked at the shit covering the end. "What do you mean you don't have to shit?" he demanded, holding his shit-stained finger in her face accusingly. Lynn shrugged nervously, not knowing how to respond.
"Well, we'll just see if you have to shit or not!" he said, unbuckling his pants. He grabbed her by the hair and dragged her face up to his crotch. "Take it out for me, slave!"
She hesitated for a moment and he slapped her again.
"I see you'll need more than just potty training! You move when I speak, do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," she said without thinking, quickly reaching into his fly and pulling out his prick. Her eyes opened wide and her cunt twitched a little when she saw his cock. His prick was cut, unlike Carlos' and Manuel's and looked obscenely naked without the extra flap of skin covering his huge purple cockhead. His prick was longer and fatter than even Manuel's. She hoped he wouldn't ram his cock into her pussy too deeply.
She ran her fingers down his prick and felt his cock stiffen. His piss hole throbbed at her angrily and a clear drop of pre-come spat out at her.
He shoved her down on the floor again and jumped on her back. "So you like it up the ass?" he whispered in her ear, pushing his big stiff cock against her asshole.
"No!" she protested, squirming underneath his enormous weight, feeling the head of his prick pushing hard on her asshole. "Please, sir, we can fuck if you want, but don't fuck me there."
He spread her ass cheeks wider, and, reaching around to her cunt, he spread some of her pussy juice around her asshole. "You must like it, slave," he teased, shoving his prick against her asshole just hard enough to feel the ring of muscle open a bit.
"No, please," she whispered. "Not that, I couldn't bear it."
"That's good," he grunted. "I like it when you beg. Beg a little more for me." He pushed harder.
Lynn felt like her guts were going to come out of her asshole as he shoved the head of his cock in. "Please, sir, don't fuck me up the ass, I beg of you," she said.
He pushed his prick in farther. "That's right. Talk dirty, baby. Real dirty!" he said.
"Oh shit, my ass hurts!" Lynn cried, feeling his rigid cock stiffen even more. "Oh fuck, oh mother fuck, are you stretching my butt! Oh shit!"
She felt his prick grow larger and bigger. She realized that while she was contributing to making his cock bigger and more painful, maybe she could make him come quicker and take his prick out of her asshole if she talked dirty to him.
"God, is your cock big! Oh fuck, oh mother fuck!" she shouted as he started fucking her, ripping her ass apart with his rock-hard cock.
"That's good, baby, keep talkin'! " he said as he grabbed her by the waist and raised her up on all fours. He reached around her, started kneading her huge swollen tits in milking fashion.
"Squeeze my tits!" she yelled, feeling horny again as his groin forced the dildo into her cunt every time he thudded against her.
His prick filled her asshole now and up into her guts. "Feel like you wanna shit now, baby?" he taunted.
"Yes!" she said. "Hell yes I want to shit. I want to shit so badly I can't stand it!" She started bucking up against his prick with each thrust, making the dildo go even deeper.
She felt under the belt holding the dildo and found her clit. "Fuck me harder!" she yelled. "Harder!"
"Oh, baby! Keep talkin' like that and I'm gonna blow my wad!"
She rubbed her clit, feeling herself come close to the edge. "Ram that cock of yours in deeper. Give it to me harder!" She grabbed the dildo with her other hand and began working it in and out of her cunt.
"Keep doing that, baby, oh, that feels so mother fucking good against my cock. Oh, baby you are nice!"
It felt like his cock had reached the back of her throat, but she spurred him on, trying to make him come before he killed her with his huge prick. "I need to shit!" she screamed, feeling her own climax take control now. "I want to shiiiiit!" Her back arched up against him, and she bucked her ass wildly as she fingered her clit.
"Oh, baby, I'm gonna blow! Oh holy fuuuuckkk!" he yelled, fucking his pulsing cock in as far as he could, filling her guts with his boiling cum.
"Oh fuck that hurts! Oh shit!" Lynn screamed, feeling the pain in her ass.
He pulled his prick out and pushed her ass away from him, slapping her hard. "Owww! Shit that hurt!" Lynn said, her feelings hurt.
"Fuck you, slave!" he said, wheezing from exhaustion and lying on the floor, his pants still around his knees.
"Can I please go outside and pee, sir?" she asked.
"I thought you said you had to shit too!' He sat up menacingly. "I do, I do!"
He smiled, satisfied with his complete control over her. He reached into his pocket and, pulling out the key, unlocked her belt. "Go on outside and shit now!" He smacked her on the ass again, leaving a large red handprint.
Lynn opened the side door of the van and slid out. She went over to a large bush and squatted down behind it. Damn but her ass hurt! Nilda had had her revenge. Lynn swallowed nervously, realizing that it was a long way to the border, and that many more sessions like this last one were ahead of her.
She wiped her ass on some leaves and looked around. The sun was coming up. She thought about running, but where was she to go? She went back into the van, resigned to her immediate fate.
"I thought you might have decided to take off while you were out there," Rick said, looking at her sideways, "like any decent girl would have."
"I am a decent girl!" she said hotly. "I was a virgin less than twenty-four hours ago!"
His eyes lit up. "Well, well. No wonder you're so damned hot. We'll have to make up for lost time!" He reached back into the box and pulled the belt out again. Lynn moved away when she saw he had fitted another cylinder onto the strap.
"No, please, don't put that thing on me!"
He smiled cruelly and held it out to her.
"Put it on!" He held up his fist. "Or will you need some convincing?"
"No, don't hit me any more, please," Lynn said, taking the belt from him and hesitantly buckling one of the straps around her waist. She looked at him pleadingly for a moment, but when he raised his hand as if to strike her again, she bit her lip and pushed one of the knobby poles against her hairless cunt.
"Go on, slave, push it in!"
She pushed the head of the dildo in with a slight intake of air.
Rick's face was filled with glee as he said, "Now the other, baby. You know you'll love it!"
She pressed it against her sore asshole and, with a grunt, shoved the head inside. "Ohhh, shit that hurts!"
He held out a small lock.
"No, please don't make me lock myself in!" she begged.
He grabbed her long blonde hair and slapped her around a few times. "Don't keep telling me what to do with your body, slave! You got that?"
"Yes, sir," she said quietly, holding her head down. "Now lock that thing on!"
"Yes, sir." She locked the training belt onto her tortured asshole and pussy.
"Now do you see what I mean?" he asked smugly. "Any decent girl would not have done that." He put his hands on her shoulders and forced her down on the two impalements in her fuck holes.
"Oh, mother fuck, that hurts!" she wailed, feeling the two dildos tearing her apart.
"Good." He pulled out two more leather straps. "Hands at your sides now!" He shoved her so that she was flat on her back in the back of the van.
She had no choice but to cooperate as he strapped her wrists to the belt around her waist. Her hands were helpless now.
"I think I'll do this just for looks," he chuckled, buckling a studded leather collar around her neck and leashing her to an eyelet on the wall. He sat back on his heels and said, "Shit do you look good like that." Then, lying down, confident of her helplessness, he said, "I think I'll torture you when I wake up." He went to sleep.
Lynn rested there quietly until his breathing grew steady. She had decided that her only chance for escape was to take his van, and her only means of obtaining it was to overpower si him in his sleep.
She strained against the heavy leather straps that bound her. She could feel them wiggling around in her cunt and ass as she contorted her body, trying to work free of her bindings. She couldn't help the feelings that were beginning in her cunt slit as her pussy juice started to flow. Her ass started bumping forward and grinding backward as her body began to answer the desire that was growing in her cunt. She found herself moving her wrists in such a manner as to rub the leather strap against her clit, telling herself that perhaps this motion or that motion would be the one to open the locks.
Sweat began pouring from her body, as cunt juice dripped from her pussy slit, lubricating the straps. Perhaps she could slip from one of the straps after all.
She ground her legs together, feeling the harsh leather against her swollen clit, and feeling the two dildos rubbing against each other. "Oh shit, that feels good," she heard herself say before biting her lips, reminding herself that she must be quiet if her plan was to succeed.
She sat up a bit and rammed her ass down onto the floor of the van as hard as she could, feeling the dildos press even farther into her belly. Grunting a bit, she raised herself up and jammed her ass down again, harder this time. A low moan escaped her lips as she ground her asscheeks onto the floor, feeling the dildos gyrate against the wall between her cunt and her asshole.
"Oh fuck!" she moaned, sliding her ass forward, rubbing her elongated clit against the strap. "Oh fuck, that feels good!"
She had forgotten to be quiet. She had even forgotten about freeing herself as she closed her eyes and rubbed her ass against the floor of the van, feeling her clit stiffen and her pussy juice stream down her legs.
Rick watched through slitted eyes "as his bound-up slave wiggled her pretty little ass against the floor. His prick got hard as he watched the two enormous tits heave up and down, shiny with sweat. He listened to her quiet swearing, feeling his cock swell up against his pants.
"This fucking chick is gonna get it and get it good!" he said quietly to himself.
"Oh shit!" Lynn moaned, her voice getting higher. "Oh fucking shit! It hurts and I'm going to come!" Clenching her teeth and her eyes shut, she kicked her legs wildly and bounced up and down painfully on the twin dildos rammed up her cunt and ass.
"No you're not!" Rick yelled, sending her head spinning with a hard slap across the face.
"Please." She looked up at him, her ass wiggling despite her struggle to control the demands made by her throbbing clit. "Let me come. Please just let me come!"
"I'll let you come, bitch!" he said, jerking a leather strap out of the box.
"What are you going to do to me?" Lynn gasped.
He wrapped the strap around her thighs and, rolling her onto her belly on the floor, stood back to survey his handiwork. Her asscheeks were now tightly wrapped together and, due to a widening of the strap directly underneath them, were lifted pertly and invitingly out. He eagerly pulled the rubber hose out of the cunt.
His prick throbbed against the tight confines of his jeans as Lynn squirmed erotically against her bindings. He knelt down in front of her and yanked his pants down. His stiff cock meat jutted, and he slapped her in the face with his prick by swinging his hips.
"Suck it, bitch!"
She opened her mouth, and he rammed his prick in, immediately shooting a big wad of pre-come down her throat. Lynn felt the heat in her crotch rise, even though she told herself that she hated sucking cock. She just wanted him to let her get off.
"Now I'm going to teach you not to be so horny!" he yelled and brought the hose down on her ass, leaving a bright-red stripe.
"Umphf!" Lynn grunted, his prick muffling her protest.
He brought the hose down again and again, growing ever more excited at the sight of her pretty white asscheeks turning redder with every stroke, and at the way she wiggled her ass, trying to escape the whipping while at the same time, working the dildos enough to bring her closer to getting off.
"That's right, wiggle that ass!" he laughed breathlessly. He whipped her again, watching the flesh jiggle like jello.
Lynn's breathing grew harder and harder as she brought herself closer to the edge. Her ass jumped every time he hit her, making the dildos inside her move erratically, as if she were being fucked roughly in both fuck holes.
"That's it! Oh shit, baby, I'm gonna blow! Oh shiiiiit!" Rick groaned, ramming his cock meat down her throat and slapping wildly at her gyrating ass.
Lynn's cunt exploded as she tasted his hot salty cum, and she moaned loudly through her nose as she ground her hips together as hard as she could, working the dildos. She moaned, her lips wrapped around his prick.
He pulled his prick from her mouth, and she lapped instinctively without thinking. She was glad he had let her come.
"That's a good little slave," he said, softly stroking her long, blonde hair.
She finished cleaning his cock and sat back no her heels, her big tits quivering as a shudder passed through her body when she put her weight on the two oversized dildos.
"My asshole hurts," she complained.
"Okay, if you promise to be a good little slave and do everything I tell you to do, I'll let you take your little belt off for awhile."
"I promise! I promise!"
"All right then, go ahead and take it off," he said, after unlocking it.
She unbuckled the straps and leaned back a bit. "Ohhhh," she moaned as the big head of the dildo stretched her pussy on the way out.
Then, getting up on all fours, she grunted and pushed a little and the dildo in her ass slid out to the head. She closed her eyes and as grunted again, her face turning red. The huge knobby head of the dildo was too big to go through her asshole.
"What's the matter baby, having problems?" Rick snickered, obviously tickled at her discomfort.
The veins in her forehead stood out as she grunted again, holding her breath and pushing with all her might. Her ass chute opened wide and the fat dildo spurted out onto the floor. She collapsed in exhaustion.
"Good job, baby. You made my dick hard again."
She looked up at him, praying he wouldn't rape her again, not now at least. She was too tired.
"Well, you've made it obvious you aren't going to let me get any rest today, so why don't you go out there and make us some breakfast." He opened a cabinet and pulled out a camp stove, a pot, and some oatmeal. Lynn realized she hadn't had anything in her stomach for twenty-four hours. She gladly made the breakfast.
Later Rick climbed back into the driver's seat and said, "Okay, baby, let's roll."
Lynn got into her seat and said, "Are you going to make me put the belt back on?"
He started the van. "Nah, we've got a meeting with some people and I don't want you stretched out for it. I'm gonna want your cunt nice and tight," he said. "Both fuck holes really."
"Why?" Lynn asked nervously. "Why what?"
"Never mind," Lynn said, unwilling to play his little game.
"Say it!" he said angrily, reaching over the back of his seat for the rubber hose.
"My ... my cunt...."
"And what else?"
"My ... asshole," she said quietly.
"That's right. Your juicy little cunt and your shitty little asshole." Seeing the effect his words had on her, he added, "Especially your asshole! Your horny little asshole!"
Lynn turned away. She couldn't bear the thought of what he had in mind for her. Was he going to sell her, prostitute her, or what? Whatever it was, she knew it must be terrible or he wouldn't be taking so much pleasure in it. She tried to understand the strange feelings she got in her clit at the thought of being raped again. She kept telling herself that she didn't like to be dominated, but she couldn't deny the arousal she had felt every time she had been abused in the past day.
They drove all day. At one point, they passed a group of federal soldiers dressed in green fatigues, who were standing around near the edge of the road.
"Just be cool," Rick warned as the van slowly approached them. "I suggest you duck in back."
Lynn realized this was the chance she'd been waiting for. "Suppose I don't?" she said, reaching for the door handle. "Suppose I jump from this van now and tell them all about you and Carlos and your little slave operation?"
He stopped the van. A few of the soldiers looked over at them with passing interest. "Go ahead," he said calmly.
She hesitated.
"I said go ahead," he chuckled. "But I think you'd better take a look at yourself in the mirror again before you go." He flipped the visor on her side down, there was a small mirror attached to the back of it. "I think nothing would please those horny sons-of-bitches more than to have a naked, blonde bitch run up to them begging for help. They'd take one look at that bald little cunt of yours and the way your slit comes way up high in the front, and those big white tits of yours, and that nice little ass that I so generously reddened for you and, well, if you want a real tour of the back country of Mexico, why don't you just go out there and tell them your little story?" He hesitated a moment, then added, "But don't expect to ever see your home again." He reached across the van and unlocked her door, it opened a crack. "It's been real nice knowin' you, cunt. Anybody in the States you want me to say hello to?"
Lynn looked over at the federal soldiers. She had heard horror stories about them, but the tales never had seemed real before. She quietly pulled the door all the way shut and slunk down in her seat. This was not the time to escape. Rick may be cruel, but at least he had promised to get her back to the states, eventually.
Rick crept the van passed the soldiers and pulled over a few miles down the road. "That's a naughty little slave to threaten your master like that!" he said, his face tightening up in anger, a cruel glint in his eyes. "I'm going to have to punish you now, and you're going to have to take it like a good little girl before your master gets any angrier than he already is!"
CHAPTER FIVE
"Lay down, cunt!" He threw her into the back of the van by the hair. "I've been trying to be nice to you, slit, but this time you've really pissed me off!"
Lynn got on her hands and knees and pleaded, "Please, don't punish me. I won't try to get away, I promise!"
"Shut up, slave!" He slapped her. "If I let you get away with it once, you'll be trying it every time the slightest idea comes into your head. Maybe after this you'll make sure you get away with it before bothering me! Now do as I say!"
She lay down. Maybe he would go easier on her if she cooperated. Eagerly, he strapped both her hands to opposite sides of the van. Then he spread her legs wide, exposing her juicy cunt to him, and strapped her ankles to the big wooden box he kept all his torture devices in.
Lynn fought against the strange feelings she felt at her own helplessness. Her eyes grew wide as Rick pulled a long dildo, over three feet long, out of the box. He rubbed it against her pussy, lubricating it with her already-flowing fuck juices. She shuddered at the feel of the dildo against her cunt lips and felt them swell in response.
"Don't put that in my cunt, please."
"I have no intention of doing that, my dear." He smiled. "I want that pussy good and tight for later." He put the huge head of the dildo against the rim of her asshole. "Now this fuck hole, I think, will stay tight no matter what!"
"No, no please, not that," she moaned. "My asshole is so sore."
"Not as sore as it's gonna be, cunt!" he said, ramming the end of the dildo into her shit chute.
"Ohhhh, shit that hurts. Oh, damn. Take it out, please take it out!"
He rammed the dildo in deeper and fucked her, saying, "That's right, baby, moan a little. You know it makes me hot."
He attached the end of the dildo to the box at her feet. "Oh mother fuck, you're killing me!" Lynn cried, pushing on the box with her feet in an attempt to push the dildo out. By pulling hard with her arms and standing on tiptoes, she was able to get the dildo's head just up to the rim of her tortured asshole.
"That's very good," he said, pulling out a pair of wires with alligator clamps attached to the ends. He attached one to each of Lynn's erect nipples. They bit deeply into the deep-red flesh.
"Oh fuck! Haven't you done enough to me already?"
"Not quite," he said, attaching the wires to the box next to the dildo and yanking them tight.
"Ohhh!" Lynn gasped, bending her legs and moving her ass down to relieve the pain in her nips. "Oh shit!"
Her actions caused her to jam the huge dildo deep up into her own ass. Now she had to decide between stretching her own nipples out to relieve the pain in her asshole or fucking her own ass with the dildo to relieve the pain in her tits.
"You monster!" she screamed. "You can't leave me like this!" She jerked her ass up and, feeling the pain in her nips, rammed back down on the dildo.
"You're right, I can't," he quipped, pulling another clamp-equipped wire from the box and attaching it to the other end of the van near her head. "I wouldn't think of letting you lay there, doing nothing but making yourself more sexually frustrated." He attached the other end of it to her clit. "Enjoy!" he said, sliding back into the driver's seat and starting the van.
"I don't enjoy this!" she screamed angrily, jamming the dildo up her ass, then pushing off with her feet when she could no longer stand the dildo in that deep. "You're sick! You are so sick!"
"The road up ahead looks pretty bumpy," he said over his shoulder. "I think you'll like this!"
The bumps in the road jiggled the dildo in her ass. She pushed down hard, then pushed off. She knew she was fucking herself in the ass by her movements, but there was nothing she could do about it, unless she could stand having her nipples stretched. She tried that, but it was too painful.
Her constant motions caused the clamp on her clit to move in a back and forth motion. She couldn't help it when her nip grew stiff and her cunt began streaming with fuck juice. She found herself moving now more for her clit's pleasure than to relieve her pain.
She pushed off the box and looked at her nips as they stretched. Her tits had swollen from the stimulation. She bent her legs and rammed her asshole again, feeling the clamp tug on her clit.
She started moving her ass faster and faster as she brought herself to the edge. "Oh shit!" she moaned.
"What?" Rick asked, pulling off the road.
"Oh, you mother fucker. You're torturing me and I'm going to come!"
He pulled his prick out and began jerking himself off. "That's right baby, you love it. Admit it!"
"I don't love it!" she moaned, almost coming despite the terrible pain in her tits and ass. "You're sick!"
He unhooked the clamp from her clit.
She wiggled her ass furiously, trying to get off. "Why? What are you doing?" she asked, the tension in her throbbing clit unbearable.
"Admit it!" he yelled, slapping her face with his rigid cock as she fucked her ass feverishly against the dildo that impaled her.
Her clit felt a foot long as she struggled helplessly to get off. She opened her eyes. He slapped her face with his hard cock meat again. His piss hole was wide open as if staring at her. Her fevered cunt was crying for satisfaction. Her ass hurt miserably and her nips were killing her.
But she had to get off.
"I love it," she said.
He slapped her hard with his fat cock. "Louder!"
"I love it!" she yelled.
He reached down and put the clamp back on her clit. Instantly she came to life, squirming on the huge dildo, stretching her tits and fucking her asshole deeper and deeper, causing the clamp to tug her clit until she Finally went writhing over the edge.
"I love it!" she screamed through clenched teeth.
"I want my ass fucked good and hard! Oh fucking shiiit!"
He shoved his cock against her mouth, forcing it open and blew his load down her throat. "You fucking cunt! You love it! Oh fuuuuckk!" he screamed, fucking her mouth madly.
He pulled his limp cock out of her mouth and held still while she cleaned his cock off with her tongue. Then he unclamped her tits and clit and unhooked the dildo from the box.
She wiggled her ass a little and said, "Pull it out, please."
He shook his head. "I like to watch you strain."
She bit her lower lip and shoved. "Ohhhh mother fuck, that hurts!" she yelled as her asshole was stretched beyond its normal limits and the huge head of the dildo slipped out.
Rick pulled his pants back on and slid back into the driver's seat.
"Aren't you going to untie me?" she asked.
He started the van and pulled back onto the road. "Nah, I don't want you squirming around anymore for now. I think you'd be better off staying right where you are and resting. You've got a big night ahead of you!"
* * *
"Okay, slut, wake up."
Lynn opened her eyes. It was dark in the van now, and Rick had pulled off the road. She tried to prepare herself mentally for whatever new cruelties he had in store for her.
He unbuckled the straps on her arms and ankles and took the studded collar off her neck. She sat up and quietly stretched her cramped muscles. "See those lights?" He pointed off to a faint glow in the horizon. "That's the border."
Lynn felt her heart beat faster. The border! Tears welled up in her eyes.
"What are you so surprised about? I told you I'd take you to the border," Rick said. He thought a moment. "I may be a little kinky-no, make that a lot kinky-but I ain't no liar."
Lynn threw her arms around him and kissed him out of gratitude.
He pushed her away, saying, "Now quit the damned mushy stuff. You're just a slit to me! That's all!" He climbed back up into the driver's seat and started the van's engine. Then, turning, he smiled at her. "But we did have some fun times, though, didn't we?"
Lynn felt her cunt twitch a little when he said that. She hated pain, but she couldn't deny to herself that she had never had more pleasurable feelings before in her life than she had had in the last thirty-six hours.
She climbed up into the passenger's seat and, suddenly aware of her nakedness, asked, "Could I borrow some clothes?"
"No," Rick answered.
"What am I supposed to do then?"
He continued driving casually, keeping his eyes on the road. "Buy 'em, just like anybody else. Clothing's an expensive item down here."
"But, I don't have any money," she said.
Rick paused a moment, as if considering her plight, then said, "I don't suppose you'd be willing to work for them, then?"
Lynn gulped, "What ... do you want me to do?"
He pulled off the side of the road again. She could tell by the lights that they were close to the border. Her cunt twitched again as she tried to brace herself for the coming perversion.
He went back to his little box in the back and pulled out an old shirt, a wide metal cylinder, and some money. He sat down next to her. "Here." he handed her the cylinder. It was about the size of a very fat prick.
She took it from him. "What do you want me to do with it?"
"You really want me to tell you?"
She laughed a little, trying to make a joke of it. "No, seriously," she said.
"Stick it up your ass," he said.
"Yeah, right."
He held up the shirt and the money. It was a hundred-dollar bill. "You want these?" She nodded.
"Then stick that thing up your ass and give it back to me when we get across the border." She opened her mouth to speak, but he interrupted her tersely. "Don't say anything. If you want the shirt and the money, you'll take the chance. If you don't, then you can get out anywhere along here and take your chances in a different way. It's your choice, slit. The cylinder only contains some rocks I picked up down south.
Once again, he had her in his power. He knew she had no other choice. She reluctantly turned sideways on her seat and put the metal cylinder against her asshole. "Owwww, shit I'm sore there!" she complained loudly.
"You need a little lubrication on that asshole," Rick said, moving into the back of the van. "Come back here and I'll lube it up a little for you."
Lynn hesitated a moment, then crawled into the back and lay on her belly, pointing her ass toward him.
"Now spread your asscheeks," he said.
Lynn felt kind of weird as she reached back and spread her asscheeks wide for him. She figured he had already seen all there was to see of her as many times as he wanted already. She glanced back over her shoulder and saw Rick leering down at her ass. That made her cunt twitch a little. It was too bad things couldn't have been different between them.
"You've got a nice ass, baby," Rick said, running his hand down her spread ass. She quivered a little at his touch.
Suddenly she felt something warm and wet on her shit hole. She looked back and saw the top of his head moving slightly. He was licking her on the asshole. No one had ever done that to her before and it felt nice on her stretched and tortured ass chute. She felt her cunt juices start to run, and she moaned. "Ohhh, don't. You're making me hot."
She felt his warm tongue push lightly against her asshole, then slide softly into her ass ring. "Ahhhh ... ahhhh," she groaned softly, unconsciously working her ass in rhythm against the strokes of his tongue.
He started fucking her with his tongue, pressing deeper with each thrust.
"Ohhh that's nice. That is so fucking nice!" she said, getting up on all fours. It felt so soothing to have him gently lick her asshole after all he had put her through.
She found herself reaching down to her clit and stroking herself, igniting a hot fire in her fuck hole.
He reached up and squeezed one of her swollen tits.
Her cunt juice started running down her legs as she mashed her ass into his face, moaning ecstatically and rubbing her clit even faster.
She pulled away slightly and turned on her back. Holding her arms out, she said, "Fuck me, please."
He straightened out in his kneeling position and looked down at her, his hands on his hips. "A little horny now, are you?" he asked.
Lynn reached for the hard cock bulge that jutted out from his pants. She knew what he was thinking, but this was no time for games. She wanted cock in her cunt-now. She fingered the outline of his cock bulge, then yanked his zipper down and reached inside for his stiff prick. She pulled his cock from his bunched-up underwear and out through his fly. A huge drop of pre-come hung from his piss hole.
Without thinking, she sat up and rubbed her lips against his wide-open piss hole and licked up his pre-come. "Ummm, that's good," she said.
He rubbed the top of her blonde head. "I knew you'd come around soon enough, baby," he said.
Lynn wrapped her lips around his pulsing cock meat and took the large prickhead into her mouth. She pushed her lips farther along his cock's long length, surprised at how good his prick tasted. She couldn't imagine ever having been repulsed at sucking cock.
The fire in her cunt increasing, she reached down and started fingering her stiff clit as Rick took hold of her head with both hands and started fucking her mouth. She reached up with her other hand and stroked his heavy balls. "You're learning, baby! Ohhh, you are learning!" Rick moaned.
She stuck two fingers into her juiced-up cunt and spread her puffy cunt lips wide. She started moving her ass, fucking herself with her fingers. She wondered why she had denied herself that simple pleasure all her life.
He pushed her head down on his prick. His prick entered her throat as he stuck her nose into his crotch hair. She smelled his hot, masculine smell.
She took her fingers out of her cunt and pushed away. Leaning back, she panted, "Fuck me now! I want that stiff prick of yours in my cunt! I'm dying for it!" She arched her back and wrapped her long legs around his waist, pushing her juicy fuck hole against his cock meat. "Fuck me!"
Putting one hand under her ass and taking his prick in his other hand, he pushed his cock up against her pouting cunt lips and spread them a bit with the huge head of his prick.
She squeezed tightly with her legs and shouted, "Come on! Give me that big cock of yours now! Give it to me hard!"
"Okay, baby, if you're sure you want it!" he taunted. She had never had his huge prick in her tight little cunt before. He grinned savagely as he plunged his cock deep into her pussy with a single stroke.
"Ohhhhh!" she gasped loudly with a sharp intake of air as his steel-like cock meat tore into her cunt. "It's big. Mother fuck are you big!" She breathed evenly, trying to keep her body perfectly still as she became accustomed to his prick's large size.
"Here, let me give you a little more," he said, ramming his fuck meat even deeper.
"Ohhh fuck! No more, not yet. You're too damned big. Oh shit, are you big," she groaned.
He slowly began fucking her with his big cock. Her pussy grew juicier and juicier as she got used to the size of his prick. She found herself working her ass in time with him now.
.She reached underneath her ass and found the huge balls that were ramming into her ass. She squeezed them, saying, "Oh, are your balls big! I love your balls! Beat my ass with them!"
"Okay, baby, you asked for it!" He pulled his prick back, then fucked her with all his might.
Lynn grunted, feeling the full length of his killer cock now as he pushed painfully against the back of her fuck hole. "Oh shit, oh holy shit!" she panted.
"You like it, baby?" Rick asked through clenched teeth, the veins in his neck standing out as he fucked her deep and hard.
She tightened her legs around him and worked against his hard cock as sweat poured from her body. "Yes!" she managed to say.
Her cunt was stretched beyond belief, and the pain was almost unbearable, but she somehow found pleasure in her misery when he said, "You've got a nice cunt, baby! Real nice!" He fucked her harder. "If I'd known your cunt was this tight I'd have fucked it sooner!"
He let go of her ass with his hand and took her big bouncing tits in both of his hands, fingering her nipples. Now the only thing holding her from the floor were her legs locked around his waist and the strength of his hard-on. He leaned forward and started sucking her swollen nips.
"Oh that's nice. Ohhh yesss!" she said. She squeezed his balls again.
"That's right, squeeze 'em!" he said.
Lynn was coming close to the edge. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna come!" she shouted, feeling her clit get larger. She pinched it with one hand as she squeezed harder yet on his fat balls. "Mother fuck, this is nice! Oh shiiiit!" Her body curled up. She bent at the waist, wrapping her arms around him and tightening up with her legs. She bounced up and down on his hard cock, embedding his prick deeper with every thrust, screaming loudly in pain and pleasure as he stretched her already-tortured cunt beyond its natural limits. "Fuck me! Oh holy mother fuuuck!" She bit down on his shoulder and drew blood as she came with a pounding intensity.
Rick took her strongly by the waist and rammed her down onto his throbbing cock as hard as he could, feeling his oversized cockhead pushing against the far end of her fuck hole. "Shit, are you tight! Holy mother fucking shit is your cunt ever tight! I'm gonna blow baby, holy shit I'm gonna blow! Fuuuuuck!" he yelled, lurching forward, slamming her back onto the floor and hammering away at her with his rock-hard prick as his boiling Jism gushed from his piss hole and flooded her pussy.
She kissed him deeply as his fucking motions slowly died down and then stopped. Then she kissed the deep gash in his shoulder where she'd bitten into him in the heat of passion.
He pushed her away from him roughly. "Don't slobber all over me, bitch," he said, pulling his pants back up.
Lynn was hurt. She thought, for just a few brief moments, that he had changed. "You certainly know how to treat a lady," she said sarcastically. She cringed, thinking he would hit her.
"How would you know, cunt?" he answered calmly. "You ain't no lady or anything close to it! You're just some stupid whore bitch with a hot pussy I bought down in Mexico and dumped when I was done using her!"
"Fuck you!" Lynn screamed, tears staining her red cheeks.
"Just can't get enough of this, can you?" he asked, gesturing toward his cock bulge. "You want more already?"
Lynn turned away from him in frustration. She could barely bring herself to admit it, but she'd hardly been acting like a lady the past two days. She recalled how she and her naive school friends had all declared bravely that they would rather die than allow someone to rape them. Now? She suddenly felt more naked than she had before and turned to him. "How about those clothes now?"
He tossed the fat metal cylinder to her.
Her asshole flexed involuntarily at the sight of it. She looked up into his hard eyes imploringly for a moment, then looked back at the cylinder. It was no use to beg, she could see that.
Gingerly, she picked it up. It looked like it was going to hurt going in. She rubbed some of the cum that was dripping from her cunt down to her asshole, then stuck her finger inside of it with a little moan.
"That's right, baby. Moan for me a little," Rick said.
"Fuck you. I'm not your baby," she spat at him, pressing the cylinder against her creamed-up ass chute.
She bit her lip hard and pushed the fat cylinder painfully into her ass opening. "Ohhhh," she groaned.
"You love it," Rick taunted.
She shoved harder and felt it slip in a little deeper. The cylinder was wider than anything she'd had in there before and she felt like her asshole was ripping apart.
"Oh mother fucking shit!" she screamed as her asshole finally stretched far enough to accept the end of the tube. She pushed it with her fingers until it pressed on the far end of her asshole deep inside her belly. About three inches stuck out from the rim of her asshole.
She looked up at Rick. Beads of perspiration had formed on her forehead and over the top lip.
"I can't do it," she moaned. "It's too damned big."
"Okay," he said casually, "you can just get out here if you like."
"You know I can't do that," she panted. "Not naked. Please, can't you just hide it somewhere in the van?"
"What makes you think I'm trying to hide anything?" he said. "I just like watching you suffer. Just some rocks, like I said."
"You sick bastard," she groaned.
It was no use trying to reason with him. Having no choice but to go one with it, she raised herself to a squatting position and slowly lowered her ass until the bottom of the cylinder touched the floor. Then, with a grunt, she forced herself to sit down on the thing, feeling it push way up into her belly and squeeze the walls of her cunt and asshole together. The remaining cum in her pussy gurgled out noisily and onto the floor.
"Ohhh fuck, oh shit that hurts!" she moaned, leaning back and squeezing her asscheeks together to make her asshole close over the end of it. She sat back up, feeling it move in her belly, and glared at Rick. "Happy now?" she breathed, sweating freely.
"Not as happy as you probably are." He stuck a hundred-dollar bill into the shirt pocket and threw it to her. She buttoned it alt the way up to the collar. As Rick was quite thin, the shirt was tight across her big tits. Her no sweat soaked through immediately and caused her nipples to stand out clearly. The shirt tails were barely long enough to cover her ass and cunt.
She climbed up to her seat and sat down delicately. Each movement caused the thing in her ass to want to slide out and she had to keep flexing her asshole to keep it inside.
"Can I at least buy a pair of pants off you?" she asked sarcastically.
"Sorry, lady, we're all out of stock today." Rick climbed into the driver seat and started the van.
"You don't expect me to travel like this, do you?"
"That's your problem, baby!" he said, gunning the engine.
The van took off with a screech, jamming Lynn back into her seat and, consequently, pushing the cylinder farther into her belly. "Ohhhh, shit mother fucker!" she complained as it started trying to push back out of her asshole. Somehow the constant tightening of her asshole was beginning to have an effect on her clit. She felt her clit grow a little harder every time she flexed her asshole. She hated to think about it, but she was beginning to turn on a little despite the pain she felt.
She looked down at her shaved pussy and could see her erect clit sticking out. She closed her legs and rubbed them together a little, trying to put out the fire that had started, but that only made it worse. She could hardly wait until they were over the border so she could shit that damn thing out and be rid of him.
The van pulled up to the border guard. "You American citizens?" the man asked without looking up.
"Yes," Rick answered.
"Anything to declare?"
"No."
The guard raised his hand to wave them on, then looked up. He looked past Rick to Lynn and his eyes traveled hungrily up her long white length of leg. She tugged a little at the shirt tails, trying to cover up more skin.
"Pull over there," he said, motioning to a secondary inspection station off to the side. He picked up a phone and dialed a number. "Hello, Sam. I'm sending you and Bill a little present. Don't say I never gave you anything now."
Lynn squirmed nervously in her seat as two uniformed guards approached the van, one on each side. All she needed now was a delay with her asshole hurting like this. She tightened her ass ring again and felt her clit throb. She hoped they wouldn't make her get out of the van, dressed in only a shirt.
"Please step outside," the guard said to her. She looked over at Rick.
"Just be cool," he said softly.
She opened her door and hesitantly put one foot out on the ground, trying desperately to keep her cunt covered and her asshole closed at the same time. Spreading her legs caused the cylinder to shift downward, and she had to squeeze her ass muscles tightly to keep the cylinder from coming out. Her shirt slipped up a bit, and she saw her now-swollen and cherry-red clit sticking out from the top of her cunt slit.
She quickly covered herself as best she could and looked at the guard's face for any traces he'd seen her cunt. She looked down at her sweat-soaked tits. The cold night air had stiffened her nipples even more, and they stuck out clearly.
"Is there a problem, officer?" she asked politely, tugging at her shirt tails.
"I'll ask the questions around here, miss!" he snapped, shoving her lightly toward the van. "You want to put your hands against the van and stand with your legs spread, please?"
Lynn knew what the man was after. He wanted to see a little skin. She spread her legs about six inches and put her hands against the van about waist high. To raise them any higher would have caused the shirt to ride up over her ass.
In one swift motion, the guard brought his stick up under her wrists, raising them and her shirt tails along with them, and he kicked her legs wider apart.
"Ow! Shit, take it easy!" Lynn said. "I haven't done anything!" Once again, she'd almost been forced to lose the luggage in her ass chute, and she had to clamp down on it with her asshole, making her clit all the more hot.
"Don't move!" the guard said, running his hands along the sides of Lynn's body, then sliding them around front. She could hear Rick and the other guard talking softly and hoped he would hurry up and get her out of this mess, although she knew he was probably loving it.
She tensed when the guard grabbed both of her big tits and squeezed them. She had always had very sensitive nipples and that, combined with the already-burning fire in her cunt, caused her to emit a light moan when he touched them.
The other guard walked around from the front of the van. "How's it goin'? " he asked.
"I think she's hiding something under this shirt," the guard said, squeezing her nipples again. She couldn't help but moan a little. She looked over at the other guard and saw him staring at her bare ass hanging out the bottom of the shirt.
The second guard walked up behind her and took one of her hands in his. The next thing she knew, he'd handcuffed that hand and then the next. He pulled her back from the van and yelled, "Okay, buddy, thanks!"
Lynn watched in disbelieving horror as the van pulled off into the night.
"Okay, Billy, hold her tight!" the second guard said, handing her over to the other man who held her arms in such a manner as to make her big tits stick straight out at the other guard.
"What's going on here?" Lynn asked, looking down over her fat tits and seeing her bare cunt fully exposed. Her bright-red clit was bigger than ever and stuck out obscenely. She crossed her legs to try and hide her excitement from the two men.
Her ass hurt worse now and she knew she'd us have to shit the cylinder out soon or it would force its way out on its own. She tightened down, feeling the effect of it on her clit again, despite her desire not to.
"I think you're right, Billy," he said, molesting her defenseless tits. "It does look like she's hiding something in here."
"No, I'm not," Lynn said.
"Then I'm sure you won't object to a little search," he said. "Bring her inside!"
Billy pushed her from behind, and she almost lost the cylinder as she stumbled forward. They shoved her through a door into a small, brightly lit interrogation room.
"Please, before you search me," she panted, the strain on her asshole almost unbearable, "could I just use the restroom?"
Billy grinned perversely and looked over at his partner. "That's a tip-off if ever I saw one, eh, Sam?"
"Okay, missy, onto the table!" Sam pushed Lynn toward an examining table fit with stirrups. "Let's see what you're hiding up there."
"Please, I just want to shit first," she gulped nervously, squeezing her asshole tightly as possible.
Each taking an arm, they pushed her down on the table roughly. "Are you going to lit cooperate, miss, or do we have to get rough with you?" Sam asked.
"I ... I'll cooperate," Lynn said quietly, wondering how she could hide the cylinder in her ass now.
They unlocked the handcuffs and she leaned back on the table. "All right now, miss. Why don't you just relax and put your little feet up here?" Sam motioned to the stirrups.
"Please don't make me do that," Lynn begged.
"I can see she's not going to be cooperative with the authorities on a little routine search, Sam," Bill said, taking out his handcuffs.
"No, please, don't handcuff me," Lynn said. "I ... I'll do what you want." She gritted her teeth and flexed her asshole hard as she placed her feet up on the stirrups.
Both men stood back and smiled appreciatively at her shaved cunt. Lynn felt her face go red with shame.
"That's a good little girl," Sam said, walking up alongside her and unbuttoning her shirt.
"Don't strip me, please," Lynn begged, not wanting her last shred of dignity removed.
Sam opened her shirt and gazed at her bulbous tits. "I see you were hiding something in here," he said, tweaking her nipples.
Lynn felt her cunt twitch. "Don't, please."
Bill ran his hand over the smooth skin around her pussy slit. "How young are you?" he asked. "Most girls with tits this big have hair on their cunts."
Lynn could hardly keep her voice even as she said, "I was kidnapped and ... and they ... shaved me."
She felt her clit throb again as Bill rubbed her pouting cunt lips. She wished they'd hurry up and do what they were going to do to her. They were making her hot and she had to shit.
Bill smiled widely when he saw her flexing her asshole. "Hey, Sam, you better come down here and have a look at this." Sam joined his friend between her legs.
Lynn closed her eyes and clenched her teeth, the desire to shit was becoming unbearable. She flexed her asshole hard as the cylinder pushed against her ass ring.
"You see that?" Bill asked.
"Sure do," Sam said, grinning broadly.
Lynn felt him tracing the outline of her asshole, suddenly realizing that the cylinder must be making the rim of her asshole bulge.
"I guess they shoved contraband up your asshole too, missy?" Sam asked knowingly.
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"Now why don't you tell us what you've got hiding up there?"
Lynn's mind raced as she tried to figure out what to do. Rick had framed her, that was obvious, and they'd let him go.
She felt a finger press on the rim of her asshole, then go inside. His finger was stopped immediately by the huge bulk of the cylinder. "Was this what you wanted to shit, missy?" Sam asked.
Lynn didn't answer. She just lay there, frozen with fear.
"Okay, lady, let's have it," Bill said.
"Here?" Lynn asked.
Both men grinned widely. "Here!" they said in unison.
Lynn gritted her teeth and pushed against the cylinder. Nothing came out. Her constant effort to retain it had pushed it deep inside her, and now, to her disbelief, it wouldn't come out. Her asshole simply wasn't willing to stretch that far again.
Bill pinched her clit and said, "Try again, sweetie."
"Ohhhh," she moaned as the big cylinder spread her asshole slightly. "I can't, it's too big!"
"You got it in there, baby, now get it out!"
Sam said harshly and slapped one of her big tits.
"Unnggggppphhh!" Lynn grunted, shoving now with all her might. The big cylinder was spreading her asshole wide and stretching the skin around her clit, making her hotter yet. She reached down underneath herself and spread her ass cheeks with her hands, and she wasn't surprised when she felt her cunt juice streaming down over her asshole.
She closed her eyes and tried to ignore the presence of the two guards. She was hot now and wanted to come. She grunted again and let her fingers slide up to her pussy lips and hoped they wouldn't notice. They were watching her shit. What else could she show them that would be more humiliating and exciting anyway?
"Ooooommmffff!" She ran her hand across her hard clit as she strained even harder.
"I think the bitch is getting turned on!" Bill said, feeling his cock stiffen underneath his uniform.
Lynn was oblivious to them now as she rubbed her clit openly and shoved harder against the cylinder. Her asshole was now fully extended and looked white around the rim.
Lynn's excitement grew as the cylinder poked one end out of her asshole. She moaned softly, feeling it slide out her dirt chute. She rubbed her clit harder, feeling herself building toward a climax. She no longer cared where she was or who was watching. She only knew that she was going to be rid of that horrible thing in her asshole and that she was going to come.
"Fuck! Ohhhh, mother fuck!" she screamed. "Oh shit my asshole hurts! Oh shit, it hurts and I'm coming! Oh shiiiiitttt!" The cylinder finally slipped from her asshole and landed on the table.
She squeezed one of her tits with one hand as she rubbed her aching clit with the other. The two men watched her writhing body as she moaned and kicked in ecstasy.
Lynn opened her eyes and stared up at the cracked white ceiling of the room, feeling the last shudders ripple out of her sweating body. What have I turned into? she thought. Damn that Rick! It was his fault that she'd gotten so horny by making her jam that cylinder up her
"Got anything you want to show us in the other chute, missy?" Sam asked, feeling his prick throb underneath his heavy uniform pants.
"No," Lynn panted, still very much out of breath.
"I'm sure you won't mind if we check then?" Bill said.
"Please, you've gotten what you want from me! Can't you let me go now?" she begged.
Both men laughed heartily. Sam leaned against the insides of her spread thighs and looked down at her cruelly. "We haven't even begun yet, missy!"
CHAPTER SIX
Sam put a finger against her clit and rotated it a little. Lynn's clit was still swollen and sensitive from her come, and she shivered. "Don't, please."
"Shaddup, you little whore! You love it and you know it!" Sam said, sticking one finger into her cunt. "We'll just see what other goodies you've got tucked inside you."
He fucked her a little with his finger. Lynn couldn't help but moan a little. It was just too soon. "Feel anything up there, Sam?" Bill asked.
"I'm not sure, Bill," he said, winking. "Maybe you oughta have a feel yourself."
"If you really think so," Bill said, smiling. He stuck two fingers up her cunt. "Say, she's a tight one."
"You can't say that about her asshole," Sam said, massaging the outside of Lynn's gaping ass ring. "I wonder if there's anything else in there." He stuck three fingers into her shit hole.
"What are you going to do to me?" she asked. She saw Bill open a cabinet and pull out an enema bag. "No!" She sat up. "You can't do that to me! I won't let you!"
"You've got two choices, missy," Sam said. "Number one: you can cooperate with the authorities." He and Bill exchanged smiling glances. "That being us. Or, we can have you sent back into Mexico and be put under their jurisdiction." He paused for a moment. "And I wouldn't advise that."
Lynn leaned against the door, trying to cover her nudity. What was she going to do? She knew that everything they said was true. She was totally at their mercy. "Okay," she whispered quietly.
"What?" Sam shouted, stepping toward her.
"I said okay," she said, pressing her back against the wall.
"I want to hear you tell us," Sam said, grabbing her and pulling her against his body. "I want you to tell us that we can do anything we want to you!"
Lynn tried to pull away, but he only held her tighter. She could feel the hardness in his pants pressed against her own groin. She looked over to where Bill was filling the huge enema bag with hot water.
She looked back at Sam. "You ... you can do anything you want to me," she breathed.
A huge sadistic grin broke out over his face as he spun her around and shoved back toward the table. "Bend over!" he commanded.
Bill brought the huge bag over and held it in front of her face. It looked like it held at least a gallon. "We're gonna make your belly stick out like this!" he laughed, gesturing to the bloated shape of the bag.
Lynn gulped nervously. For some reason, the thought of them giving her an enema was making her cunt twitch.
Sam walked over and took something out of a drawer. He tossed it over to Bill. "Here," he said, "her asshole's too stretched out for that nozzle, we'll have to use the special one."
"No, you can't put that up my ass!" she said.
Sam shoved her back against the table, putting her arm in a twisting lock behind her back. "What was that, missy?" he said.
Tears streamed down her face as she said, "Okay, please, don't break my arm."
"Okay, ain't good enough, missy!" he said, twisting her arm harder. "I want you to be a good little lady and ask politely for Billy and me here to give you an enema!"
She had no choice. If he twisted her arm another fraction of an inch, she knew he'd break it. "Please...." She swallowed, hardly able to bring herself to say the words. "Give me an enema."
Instantly he let her go. "There, you see? All you have to do is ask nicely and you'll see we're happy to oblige. Right, Billy?"
"Right," Billy said, hanging the bag high over her head on a nail in the wall.
Lynn tried not to look at it. She wondered what it would feel like to have the warm water rushing through her ass guts as the two men held her against her will. She wondered how long they would make her hold it.
Billy attached the larger nozzle on the end of the hose and greased it up.
"Oh! Be gentle, please," Lynn said softly to him.
Billy held the huge black nozzle in front of her face. "Okay, cunt, we're gonna see what else is inside you," he said. "Now, bend over!"
"Spread your cheeks!" Sam laughed.
Afraid of angering them, she reached behind her and spread her asscheeks, revealing her swollen pink asshole. For some reason, being made to assist in her own domination made her cunt twitch again. She watched Bill bring the tube up against her asshole from between her legs.
"Fire one!" Bill shouted.
Lynn felt a sudden burst of pain in her asshole as he plunged the oversized head into her ass. "Ahhhh, shit!" Lynn screamed in pain.
The two men stood back and grinned as the natural contractions of her overstretched asshole sucked the tapered end of the knob deep into her bowels.
"You take it like a real pro!" Sam said, slapping her hard on the ass.
"Ow!" Lynn said. He had caused her to jerk her ass and squeeze harder on the nozzle, drawing it farther into her butt.
"How's it feel, baby?" Bill asked, putting his arm around her from behind and jamming the nozzle farther into her ass while squeezing her tit with the other hand.
"Ohhhnnn," Lynn moaned, looking apprehensively up at the huge distended enema bag hanging over her head. She knew that in a few moments Bill would release the valve, flooding her ass. The thought that she was totally under their control now made the juices in her cunt start to flow. She looked at her cunt slit and saw her fiery clit poking out from under its little hood.
"Fire two!" Bill yelled, releasing the clamp on the hose.
"Oh! Oh!" Lynn said, feeling the gush of water enter her belly. "Oh shit, oh mother fucking shit!"
She looked back up at the bag. It was emptying rapidly, and, looking back down at her own belly, she could see where the displaced water was going quite easily.
Her clit was burning now, and she brought her legs together and started to rub them.
"Spread those legs wider!" Sam ordered, slapping her on the ass again.
"Yes sir."
Billy rubbed her rapidly bulging belly. "We're gonna fill you up good!" He grinned into her face.
She looked up at the bag-it was about three-quarters empty, which meant she'd take three quarts already. "Please, I'm full now," she moaned.
Billy poked a finger into her belly as if testing her for fullness. "Why, you're only half full."
"I think she's going to need another bag, Billy," Sam said.
"No! Not another bag, please! I couldn't take it!" she screamed as the last of the bag rushed into her ass. Looking back down at her belly, she couldn't believe it, but she looked six months pregnant. She could no longer see over her stomach to her cunt, but she could feel her clit down there, throbbing madly in excite-
"If you're willing to be a good little girl, we might consider letting you off with just the one gallon, but ... it would be very irregular," Sam said.
"Please, I'll do anything!" Lynn pleaded. Her belly felt as if it were about to burst. She knew what they would want, but the fire in her cunt told her she would submit, would do anything to get off.
"Very well, then," Billy said, clamping shut the hose. "Do you think it's safe to pull the nozzle out of her?"
Sam pressed his hand into Lynn's distended belly.
"Ohhhhh!" Lynn moaned, feeling the pressure build up. "Please don't do that."
"No, I don't think this one's going to be able to hold her water without a plug up there," Sam cautioned Billy.
The pressure in Lynn's belly reached critical proportions, pressing flesh onto her clit and making her hot beyond belief. More urgent now was the raising need to ease the pain in her bowels.
"Please, sirs," she said meekly. "I have to shit."
"What?" said Sam, slapping her belly bulge and laughing as he watched it wobble.
"Ohhhh," she moaned, clutching the roundness of her belly in her hands. "Please, let me shit, sir. Oh, I've got to shit so badly."
"I think that could be arranged, don't you think, Billy?" he said, sitting up on the examination table.
"Possibly," Billy said, "for a small fee, of course."
Sam shoved her roughly back. "Down on your knees, slut!"
"Y ... yes, sir," Lynn gulped, gripping her belly tightly and slowly lowering herself to her knees. Her huge belly flopped against her thighs as she reached out and took his throbbing prick in her hand. She intended to make this the best blow-job he ever had to make him come as quickly as possible so she could go shit.
She gently kissed the end of his prick, sucking his pre-come out of his piss hole and swallowing. She ran the tops of her teeth over the cockhead lightly.
Lynn sucked her cheeks in, feeling his stubby prick growing harder. She slipped her hand over her rounded belly and into her cunt slit. She was dripping wet. She moaned loudly, sticking another finger in.
The sight of Lynn fingering herself while sucking off Sam made Billy horny. He anxiously kicked off his pants and started beating his meat. On a sudden inspiration, he quietly tiptoed over to the sink and filled a pitcher with hot, soapy water. He winked to Sam, who bent his knees, drawing Lynn's face deeper into his mat of hair. Billy crept over to the enema bag, still attached to Lynn's asshole, and emptied the pitcher into it, leaving the hose clamped shut for just the proper moment.
Billy knelt down behind Lynn and squeezed her swollen titties with each hand. Her nipples stiffened instantly in response as she grew hotter with each second, trying desperately to ignore the pain in her distended belly.
A thick wad of pre-come shot into her mouth and Sam's prick suddenly stiffened as he arched his back and, still fucking her mouth frantically, screamed, "Oh shit! Oh shit, I'm coming! Oh, baby, you're milking me dry! Oh fuuuuckkk!"
His boiling come flooded her mouth, and she found herself lapping at it greedily, wanting to taste the spoils of her victory in the pain she'd brought him. His limp prick slipped from her mouth and she ran her tongue all the way around it and into his hair, licking up his splattered white come, all the while humping harder against Bill's rigid cock meat.
Bill reached down from her tits and fingered her hard clitty. This bitch was hot!
Lynn buried her face into Sam's crotch hair and screamed, "Oh, shit that feels fucking good! Oh mother fucking shit!" She felt her insides gurgling and sloshing as Bill fucked her fiery cunt harder with each thrust.
She sat up and leaned back on him, trying to hold her jiggling belly steady.
Bill fingered her clit again.
And she spread her legs wider, screaming, "I'm coming! Oh shit, I'm going to come!"
This was just the moment Bill had been waiting for. Grinning maniacally, he released her throbbing clit and, reaching up, unclamped the hose on the steaming enema bag.
Lynn's eyes flew open in alarm as she felt the boiling liquid flood her guts. "No! No!" she screamed in horror as she struggled to free herself from the grip of both men and pull the lose from her ass.
They held her tight, Bill impaling her on his huge cock, fucking her with all his might, his prick getting stiffer as he felt the rush of water through the separating wall between her ass and cunt. "Oh yeah, baby! Swallow that water!" he yelled, gripping her belly and feeling it slowly swell in his grasp as he fucked madly away at her cunt.
Sam squeezed the last drop from the enema bag and got off the table. Stepping back, he looked at Lynn's monstrously distended belly. The girl looked a full nine months pregnant now. Her belly wobbled like a bowl of jelly with every one of Billy's brutal thrusts.
Her cunt had felt numb since starting the second enema bag, but her clit came back to life with a vengeance as Billy let one of his hands fall from her bloated belly down to stroke it gently.
"Oh, baby, I'm gonna blow! Oh fuck! Shiiiiit!" Bill yelled, ramming his boner in and shooting her full of boiling white jism.
She raised herself to her feet, slowly and carefully, so as not to exert any more pressure on her belly, and turned toward the two men. "May I got shit now?" she asked with as much dignity as she felt the occasion would allow.
Sam walked up to her, his cock stiff again from watching them fuck. "I don't know. Bill, did you find anything up her cunt?"
"I don't think so," Bill said.
"Well, we haven't finished checking her asshole yet," Sam reminded him, looking at Lynn for her reaction.
While Lynn had somehow felt she had had a minor victory over the two men, despite her submissive position, she realized agonizingly that her feeling of victory was going to be frightfully short-lived.
"Bend over the table!" Sam ordered, slapping her on the belly.
"Oh. What are you going to do to me now?" she asked, the pressure suddenly coming back to her belly more than ever. "Can't you please just let me shit? Then you can do anything you want to me." Lynn felt him groping her asscheeks.
Sam slapped her on the ass. "We already can do anything we want to you, remember?" He grabbed the end of the nozzle in her ass and yanked on it.
"Ohhh shit, that hurts!" Lynn wailed as the large knob stretched her asshole.
Sam let it go and her asshole sucked it back in. "Gimme a hand with this thing!" he said to Bill.
Lynn felt four hands take hold of the nozzle and pull. Her guts felt like they were being turned inside out as the men slowly worked the nozzle until it was almost out of her shit chute.
"Wait a minute!" Sam said to Bill. Putting his face in Lynn's, he snapped, "Now I don't want you losing a single drop of this, do you understand me? Not a single drop!"
"Y ... yes," Lynn moaned quietly. She didn't know which hurt worse, her asshole or her distended belly.
"Anything from your ass hits this floor and you'll lick it up!" Sam threatened.
Lynn consciously tightened down on her ass hole, despite the pain it caused against the wide knob on the nozzle as it popped out of her asshole.
No longer having anything to hold the water back, Lynn felt a sudden rush in her bowels and quickly reached behind herself in a desperate measure, and squeezed her asscheeks together. Only a small brown squirt escaped to run down the length of her long white legs.
"Turn around!" Sam said.
She turned to face him. Her hands being occupied keeping her ass closed, her belly now lacked support and wobbled painfully with every movement.
Sam smiled at the sight of her belly, the skin stretched tight. "Now," he said, "what do you want more than anything else in the world?"
"I ... want ... to shit."
"Speak up!" he said.
"I want ... I want to shit!" she screamed. "Why?"
"You know why!" she shouted angrily, unable to control herself. "You gave me an enema! My belly's so full I can hardly stand it!"
He poked her belly with his hard prick, pushing his cock in until the prickhead disappeared. "What was that?" he said angrily. "Did you say that you don't really want to shit after all?"
Realizing the foolishness of her outburst, she said, "I'm sorry, sir. It's just that I have to shit so damn badly, please, sir...."
"Well, you wouldn't want to keep us from our jobs now, would you?"
"No, sir," she said.
"Then you'll want to be a good little girl and let me examine your sweet little asshole for any other contraband before you go shit, won't you?" he said.
Knowing it was folly to protest, Lynn quietly turned around and offered her ass to him.
"You're learning," Sam said, pressing his stiff prick up against her tight asshole.
She reached out with one hand and centered his cock on her puckered asshole. Then, gently leaning back, she eased his prick into her ass. A small groan came from her lips as the size of his prick caused additional pressure on her bowels.
"You little whore cunt!" Sam whispered into her ear while squeezing her belly painfully with both hands. She gritted her teeth. She watched his fingers disappear into her belly as he pressed as hard as he could, determined to cause her as much pain as possible.
He started fucking her hand, saying, "Don't you let a single drop out, cunt, or you'll be sorry! That's right, cunt, tighter." He groaned, feeling the water pressure against his cock as he squeezed her belly even harder.
"Oh shit, don't squeeze my belly!" Lynn pleaded, feeling she was about to explode.
Billy's pick stood up again from him watching them fuck and listening to Lynn's groans. "Let me in on this!" he said, spinning them around, causing Lynn's belly to wobble all the more from the sudden movements.
"What ... what are you doing?" she asked, almost delirious as he picked her legs up off the floor, forced them open wide, and wrapped them around his waist.
Putting his stiff cock against her pussy lips, Billy said, "I'm going to fuck you again, that's what!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Lynn sat huddled in the corner as she awaited the return of Sam and Bill. She had finished shitting in the sink and had used the sheet from the examination table to clean the floor as best she could.
She got up when they came in, both dressed in fresh uniforms. "I'm sorry I couldn't hold my water," she babbled. "If you'll only just give me another chance I promise I'll make it up to you." She hated the thought of what they'd probably do to her, but she was deathly afraid of going to jail.
Sam smiled broadly at her. "So now you want another enema, eh?"
Lynn bowed her head. "Whatever you want from me. Please, just don't send me to jail."
"That's precisely where you're going, missy!" Sam said. "Cuff her, Bill!"
Lynn backed away from them in a near state of shock. She'd never dreamed something like this would happen to her. "No! You can't put me in jail! I won't go!" she said.
"Yes you will!" Sam said, drawing his nightstick and popping her efficiently on the top of the head.
Stunned, Lynn slumped to the floor and watched through a cloud-like daze as Bill strapped a heavy leather belt around her tiny waist and snapped her hands into cold steel handcuffs on each side of it.
Sam yanked her roughly to her feet and shoved her toward the door. "We've been assigned to transport you!" he said. "Get moving!" He shoved her out into the hallway.
They took her down to the garage and fastened the back of her belt to an unmarked car. She'd grown accustomed to being naked in front of people over the last few days, but the stress of the men down there had rekindled her self-consciousness.
"We've got to go sign out," Sam said, then jokingly added, "you stay here."
"Wait!" Lynn said. "You can't leave me down here like this!"
"Like what?" he said, the two of them walking away.
"Naked!" she said.
She realized she'd said that a little too loud when two men started coming toward her. They were a very young-looking grease jockey and a dirty old man. They walked up to her slowly, grinning.
She struggled against the chains that held her hands helpless at her sides, moaning, "Don't, please leave me alone."
"What's the matter, girlie?" the old man said, rubbing her big tits roughly. She closed her eyes, unwilling to look at his dirty, unshaven face.
She felt the other man run his hand up the inside of her thigh. "Look, Jake, she ain't got no hair down there!" he said in amazement.
"Must be a young one," Jack said knowingly. "Course, this one's got awful big tits for no hair."
"I like 'em when they ain't got no hair down there," the younger one said, spreading her pussy lips with his fingers and looking inside her cunt. Lynn tried to close her legs but he pushed them roughly apart with his elbows. "Don't do that!" He tugged at her pussy lips painfully.
"Okay, okay," Lynn said, spreading her legs for him. "Just don't hurt me, okay?"
"We don't wanna hurt you, girlie," the old man said, still rubbing her swelling tits. "We just wanna play with you a little while." He lowered his head and bit lightly on one of her nipples. It instantly stiffened and stuck out.
"Ummm," she moaned as the young boy lightly tongued her clit. She could feel her fuck juices starting to flow against her will. He inserted two fingers into her cunt slit and fucked her with them. She couldn't help but move her ass slightly in response.
"Fun's over, boys," Bill said, shoving the two mechanics away from her.
Lynn opened her eyes, startled. They'd appeared from nowhere. She hoped they hadn't seen her responding. She almost wished they had waited awhile to come back.
"Come on, bitch, into the car!" Sam said, shoving her into the back seat. She looked down between her spread legs and saw her stiff clit sticking out at the top of her slit. She crossed her legs and began swinging her top leg slightly, feeling her clit getting hotter.
"Why couldn't you have taken longer?" the old man muttered. "We was just startin' to have fun with her."
Sam climbed into the back seat with Lynn and looked at her. Lynn blushed when she saw him note her swinging leg. "So was she," he said to the old man, rolling his window down. "Too bad for you too, this one's really good!"
Lynn found she took some sort of pride at the compliment Sam had paid her. She ground her legs tighter together as Bill started the car and pulled out of the underground garage and into the daylight.
Sam grabbed Lynn by the knees and spread her legs roughly. He stared accusingly at her stiff little clit, bulging up at them from the top of her cunt.
"Fucking whore!" he said, slapping her cunt.
"Ow!" Lynn squealed, trying to press her legs back together.
"You love it and you know it!" he said, pulling his nightstick out.
Lynn cowered back in her seat. "Don't hit me with that again, please!" she begged.
"Relax, cunt, I'm not going to hit you with it," he said, pressing it against her wet pussy lips. "I'm just going to give you something to think about during the ride."
"Don't stick that in me, please don't!"
"I wouldn't want you to get bored," Sam said, grinning sadistically as he jammed the stick into her cunt. "We've got a long ride ahead of us."
"Ohhh shit!" she moaned, feeling it enter her cunt. Actually it felt kind of good, and she felt her fuck juices wetting it down as he proceeded to fuck her.
Bill adjusted the rear-view mirror so he could watch. "Fuck that horny bitch!" he said, feeling the lump in his crotch stiffen.
"Why do you have to hurt me?" Lynn moaned as Sam rammed the nightstick farther into her fuck hole.
"Because you're a goddam little whore criminal and we're punishing you!" he said. "Hey, why are we pulling over?" he asked as Bill pulled over.
"I've got to get some more of her cunt," Bill said. "I know a place right around here." He turned into the long driveway of what appeared to be an abandoned house. "I just wish we'd brought the damn enema bag!"
For the first time in three days, Lynn felt lucky.
The car stopped and Bill got out first, saying, "I'll have a look around, make sure no one's here." He disappeared around the side of the house.
Sam reached across Lynn and opened the door on her side. "Get out!" he ordered, shoving her with the stick still inside her cunt.
Lynn slid out of the seat, and he climbed out behind her, steering her toward a back door, using the stick in her sopping fuck hole to guide her.
He led her down the basement steps. "What are you going to do to me?" Lynn asked nervously.
"We'll think of something," Sam said, shoving the stick into her cunt far enough for it to stay on its own, then stepping back to look at her. He enjoyed the sight of his black nightstick protruding from her naked cunt. He felt his prick through his pants and licked his lips.
"Fuck yourself with it!" he ordered her.
"How can I with these on?" Lynn gestured toward her handcuffs.
He unlocked one of her hands. "Now do it, cunt!" he said.
Lynn reluctantly spread her legs and began fucking the stick in and out of her cunt. Worse things had happened to her so far, she reasoned.
"That's right, cunt. Now move your ass with it!" Sam said, licking his lips.
Lynn began jerking her ass, fucking the stick deeper with each thrust, feeling her fuck juices begin to flow against her will. The bastard was making her turn herself on.
"I've just got to taste some of that fucking juice!" Sam said, dropping to his knees at her cunt.
Lynn shivered as his tongue flicked across her stiff clit.
Suddenly it hit her like a thunderbolt as she stared down at the top of his head-this was her chance for escape. She'd never used violence before, but if she could only bring herself to do it...."Ohhhh, that's nice!" she cooed, stalling for time, trying to make up her mind.
Sam slid his finger around her ass and stuck it up into her swollen and abused asshole. Suddenly she had all the motivation she needed. All the atrocities she'd been subjected, to, all the torture came down on her like a ton of bricks as she yanked the heavy stick out of her cunt and, raising it high above her head, brought it down hard on Sam while he licked feverishly at her clit.
He fell to the ground in a crumpled heap, unmoving. Almost in a daze, not believing this was actually happening, Lynn reached down and jerked his revolver from its holster just as Bill started down the stairs.
"Okay, Sam, the coast is clear. Let's fuck the living shit out of that cunt!" he said.
"Why don't we try something new for a change?" Lynn said, leveling the gun on his crotch, almost squealing with delight as she watched the color drain from his face. He moved for his gun and Lynn pulled the trigger.
The bullet caught the outside of his thigh, the impact sent him sprawling across the basement floor, his loose gun clattered over to Lynn's feet.
"You've already given me enough reasons to kill you, Bill," she said, putting a foot on the gun. "Don't give me anymore!"
"I'm shot!" Bill screamed, clutching his leg. "Goddamn bitch shot me!"
"You're lucky I missed my target!" she said, looking over at Sam, who seemed to be coming around.
"You asshole!" Bill said, stopping the bleeding in his wound. "How could you let her get your gun?"
"I don't know...." Sara said.
"The keys to this belt-throw them over!" Lynn said.
"I don't have them," Sam said. "They unlock it at jail."
"Forget that jail bullshit now!" Bill said. "Can't you see the bitch means business? Give her the goddamn key!"
"You asshole!" Sam said, "you just threw out only ace-in-the-hole out the window."
"What are you talking about?" Lynn demanded. "And give me that fucking key now!" She cocked the gun and pointed it at Sam's crotch.
"Okay! Okay!" he said, fumbling in his pockets. He tossed it to her from where he sat on the floor.
She passed the gun to her handcuffed hand and, keeping it trained on them, unlocked the belt and tossed the belt to Bill. "Handcuff him to the rafters," she ordered.
"Now listen," Sam said, "maybe we can work something out."
"You're damn right we can!" she screamed. "Only this time it will be my deal! Now do as I say!" She fired a shot between his legs.
Sam jumped to his feet and raised his hands over his head, saying, "Do as she says, quick!" as he stepped onto an old crate and held onto a rafter. Bill handcuffed one hand then, after passing the leather over the rafter, handcuffed Sam's other hand.
"Now yourself!" Lynn said.
Bill reluctantly did her bidding, using his own handcuffs.
Lynn stood back, smiling, and said, "Now what's this about your so-called ace-in-the-hole?"
Sam gulped, then confessed, "Listen, missy, we never meant any harm to you. We were going to let you go today, honest."
"Then I'd be a fugitive from the law," she said.
"No you wouldn't," he managed a weak smile. "That canister we found up your ass. There wasn't anything in it."
"What?" she screamed. "Rick told me there were rocks in it. I figured diamonds or something."
"Don't shoot! We're sorry, believe me! We never go that far, at least not until you came along. You were just so damn good and, please don't shoot ... but you sort of seemed to be enjoying it."
Lynn felt herself blush at his last statement.
"Go on," she said.
"That guy Rick. He brought you to us. He does that all the time. He brings us girls and sets them up like that, then we let him go through without inspecting his van," Sam explained weakly.
Bill said nervously, "Look, can't you just go away now and leave us alone? We don't even know your name. Why don't you just take our car and call your parents, or boyfriend, or someone? You could be out of the state before anyone ever finds us."
She walked up to Bill and ripped his pants down, his huge hard prick snapped up, hitting his belly, leaving a dab of pre-come on it. He wiggled nervously, trying to turn his body away from her.
"That's good!" Lynn said. "Beg some more."
The two men exchanged glances. "Listen, missy, why don't you just leave now while you're not in any trouble?" Sam said.
Lynn looked up at him hatefully. "You're the one who likes having his nuts squeezed, aren't you?" she asked, running his hand up the inside of his thigh.
ISO
"Well, I ... yes ... uh, no!" he said as her hand found the outline of his stiff prick. She ran her fingers down the length of his cock and wrapped them around his big balls. "Don't...." he pleaded, terror in his eyes as Lynn closed her grasp on his rocks.
Lynn released him after a short time, when she had satisfied herself he was in enough pain.
Looking over at Bill, she said, "I wish we'd brought the enema bag!"
Having her two tormentors bound like this was beginning to turn Lynn on again. Her mind kept replaying all the indignities she had suffered at their hands. She couldn't understand it, but the thoughts of what had happened to her, despite all the pain and misery, made her hot.
She yanked Sam's pants down. His limp prick hung against his swollen ball sac. "No more, please," he pleaded softly.
Lynn landed on the floor and smiled up at the sight of the two men wiggling their throbbing boners helplessly in the air with pre-come dripping out.
"What are you doing?" Sam panted.
"You can't just leave us like this!" Billy said. "We'll get blue balls!"
"That's your problem, assholes!" she said, giving each stiff prick a hard slap. "You're lucky this is all I intend to do to you."
She reached up and stripped Sam's shirt from him. "Thanks for the clothes, Sam," she said. "I'm taking your pants too, oh, and kick your shoes off, will you?"
"Fuck you!" Sam said.
"Aw, Sammy, now don't be a sore sport. You didn't really think you could get away with this forever now.-did you?"
She took his balls in her hands and squeezed them again.
"Ahhhh! Shit, you're killing me!" Sam screamed as hot jism oozed slowly out of his ball sac.
She wiped her hands off on his crotch hair and turned to Bill. "How about you, Bill? Want me to take care of you while I'm here?"
"No, please!" he begged.
"Suit yourself," she said, kicking the crate out from under them, leaving them dangling by their wrists.
She slipped Sam's shoes off him and started up the stairs, his clothing draped over her shoulder.
"Have fun, boys," she said, and disappeared out the door.
Lynn looked up at the sun and determined which way was probably north. Pointing the car in that direction, she stepped on the accelerator hard, feeling her fears fall behind her as the car picked up speed.
She would go to the airport and call her parents. They would call their travel agent and have a reservation made immediately. She would pick the ticket up at the airline counter.
She estimated she could be home in Boston inside twelve hours, easily.
Tears stung her eyes as she recalled the horrible incident she'd just been through. She'd lost her virginity, they'd forced her to suck cock. They'd shaved her cunt. They'd made her act like a whore.
She had to pull over to the side of the road as her tears blurred her vision. She wanted to go home, where things were normal and proper again. She wanted to go home where no one treated her like she was a whore or called her nasty names.
She wanted to go home, where no one masturbated and where she had to take douches every day to relieve the itching in her cunt.
She wanted to go home, where they didn't tie her hands behind her back so that her tits stuck out and everyone could suck on them and make her all horny.
She leaned back on the car seat, her pussy juicy juices streaming down her legs.
Then she sat back up and pointed the car south ... back to Mexico.
