Although Americans appear to the rest of the world as frank and open people, the truth is often the opposite when it comes to relating on an individual basis. This is particularly true regarding sexual matters.
The fact is, Americans are only now learning to discuss sex and sexuality with candor, and usually that is within the limits of marital sex.
While no one is advocating sex as the main topic of conversation, and while sexual privacy is very important, many adults harbor fears about themselves and their sexual behavior that could be erased if they were more aware of other people's behavior. Most of us have been brought up to be at least slightly ashamed of anything sexual, and it is frequently reassuring to discover that we are not different, naughty, or even perverted in our sexual practices. In discussing sex with others, people find out how truly normal they are.
The characters in HONEYMOON IN CHAINS are a case in point. Their story is one of real importance for our hung-up society. It is a story well worth the reading if we are ever to understand our own sexuality.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"I just can't wait!" Brenda said with an impulsive giggle.
She leaned over and playfully squeezed the bulge of her young husband's cock. She felt it twitch expectantly and swell harder in the pants of his rented tuxedo. She anxiously wet her red glossed lips and caressed his long cockshaft with wavering finger strokes.
"Brenda! Jesus Christ!" Their little red sports car swerved erratically. "I can't drive when you're playing with my prick! I'm excited enough as it is!"
"I know," she purred in an adoring tone. "I'm excited, too. I can hardly wait to squeeze your cock with my little virgin hole!"
They had only been married three hours. After a brief reception, they started north on the interstate toward the secluded honeymoon motel at Lost Lake.
"Brenda!"
Their car swerved again, nearly sideswiping a long, black luxury sedan that was trying to pass. She had pulled down the zipper of his fly and was digging excitedly inside his shorts. A horn blared and the driver of the big sedan shot them an angry look.
He was a craggy-faced man of sixty or so with snow-white hair and a nasty snarl on his churning lips.
"Damn fool kids!" he roared, straining to control his lurching car and avoid a collision.
"I'm sorry!" Chuck Draper said with exaggerated motions of his lips, hoping the old man could tell what he was trying to say.
Brenda had his cock worked out of his shorts by then, and she was stroking it rapidly up and down with her tightly coiled hand. Her new wedding ring gleamed as her hand blurred, thumping against his groin, jarring his nuts and making his cockhead sheen with the red glow of desire.
A stunning woman in her early thirties smiled at the young couple from the passenger side of the big sedan as it swayed on the shoulder and shot back onto the pavement, spitting loose gravel. It wasn't hard for her to guess what the young newlyweds were doing.
Brenda's head vanished from sight as she buried it in her husband's lap, eagerly closing her lips on the swollen head of his throbbing cock. Her long white wedding veil swirled in the wind that rushed through their open car, almost ripped off her elaborately curled crown of shining auburn hair.
"You're going to make me CUM!" Chuck groaned through tightly clenched teeth, trying to hold back.
Either she couldn't hear, or she didn't care. Her sucking lips pulled tight and glided up and down in clinging waves.
"Jesus Christ!"
Chuck stiffened when he felt the explosive swell of hot jism in his nuts. His face twisted into a hard knot of restraint, but he couldn't hold it.
"Aaaaggghhh!" he said, tensing in wild delight. His foot slammed the gas pedal to the floor, and the little roadster shot forward.
"Yyyuuummm!" Brenda said, working her lips to swallow and receive another charge of his salty, sweet-tasting cum.
"AAAAGGGHHH!"
The veil tangled itself around his head as Chuck's balls heaved and fired another creamy shot. The boiling force of it made his eyes water, and he barely got his foot on the brake in time to keep from rear-ending the black car in front.
The white-haired man growled a curse, watching in the mirror. The beautiful woman with him turned to look back, her smile growing wider as she watched the frantic bobbing of the young bride's head.
"That's a hell of a way to start a honeymoon," she said with a hint of envy in her throaty voice.
"It's a damn good way to get killed!" her white-haired husband replied. He stabbed down on the gas to pull away from the onrushing car.
"Oh, Phillip ... don't be a nerd. This is our honeymoon, too."
Crystal Vance leaned across the tufted leather seat and reached for his cock. The action in the red car behind them had excited her wildly.
He slapped her hand away. "It's our honeymoon," he said. "Let's not turn it into our funeral! Leave my God damned cock alone until we get to Lost Lake!"
"Oooh, Phil!" Her classic features twisted into a pout.
"Hey, come on," he said to soothe his horny wife. "It's not like we're a couple of crazy virgin kids."
His lean, leather-tanned face clouded with doubt. Phillip Vance wasn't sure he could handle all the demands of a lusty woman less than half his age.
"Please?" she coaxed, laying a gloved hand warmly on his thigh. "Just let me have a little feel. Let me get your cock hard so it's ready when we get to that cottage hidden in the woods."
"Crystal!" He pressed firmly and pushed her hand away again. "I don't want to drive the last hundred miles with a hard-on!"
She turned away sulking and sat with her back against the passenger door, splitting her attention between the hot young couple in the car behind them and the cool, distinguished older man she'd just married, a man-she now realized with a shudder-who was five years older than her father. Crystal's lips curved into a frown as she began to wonder if he could get a hard-on good enough to last a hundred miles. She had need for more than what all his money could buy.
Crystal had been married twice before, the first time right after high school, to a college student-a strong and incredibly sexy young man who went into archeology. Their marriage lasted three weeks, in a tent under the blazing desert sun. He spent all his time digging for fossils.
Then she'd married a trucker, a handsome and virile man who seldom stopped longer than it took to fill his big diesel with fuel. He said he was doing it to make big money, but she saw less of that than she did of him.
Now she had Phil and all the things she'd dreamed of since she was a scrawny, underfed kid growing up on the wrong side of the tracks. They rode in a car that cost more than her father's house, and she sat beside the handsome writer elegantly wrapped in a long, flowing coat of shining silver-blue mink.
The sleek fur almost perfectly matched her hair, dark below and streaked with gleaming silver. The long, soft kid gloves on her hands cost more than any coat she could ever buy before. But if she couldn't get his cock hard and keep it that way, she wondered if any of it would be worthwhile.
Phillip Vance had not been wealthy much longer than he'd known his new wife. He'd been a writer for twenty-five years, turning out stories and novels by the dozen, but never a big seller. He'd driven a forklift, worked as a waiter, and even sold funeral plots just to make ends meet. Then he wrote a pilot script for an unknown TV producer, and the show amazed them both by becoming a smash hit. Finally, for the first time in his life, Phillip Vance had everything he'd always wanted-most of all a very beautiful and very sexy young wife. He just hoped it wasn't too late....
Chuck Draper finally got the car under control and the wind-whipped veil off his face when the last gushing surge of hot cum sprayed into his young wife's throat.
She raised her head, licked her lips and said, "Hhhhmmm, good!"
Then she bowed again and snared a last gleaming drop with the tip of her tongue.
"I like sucking your cock even more than I'd thought!"
"Yeah, but you could have gotten us killed!" he said.
He could think about that now. While his big prick was squirting into the tight, seething tube of her throat, Chuck's mind had been lost in a blissful fog.
"Did you notice the couple in that big car in front?" Brenda asked, flicking her tongue across her cum-wet lips again.
"Notice them? We damn near ran over them!"
"Do you think she's that old man's wife, or his daughter?"
"Not his daughter, for sure!" Chuck had seen the way the woman in mink looked at the distinguished driver of the black sedan: "I'd guess she's his mistress."
"Hmmm, hmmm, could be."
Brenda had a dreamy look in her wide green eyes, partly from the first-time thrill of sucking Chuck's cock and downing creamy gulps of cum, partly from envy of the luxuriously dressed woman in the car ahead. A wide collar of soft mink swirled around her smiling face like a fleecy silver cloud.
"Do you think we'll ever be rich like that?" Brenda asked witha wistful gleam in her eyes.
"I doubt it. Nobody gets rich working quality control in an electronics plant."
"But you might invent something-"
"Like what, a locking zipper? That would keep those sweet lips of yours off my cock when I'm trying to drive."
"I thought you wanted me to suck it," Brenda said, her feelings slightly hurt. "Before we got married, you always talked about that-how nice it would be when we could suck and fuck whenever we want."
"I liked it," he told her. "Shit, no-I loved it! I can hardly wait for you to do it again. But not in the middle of the fucking freeway going sixty miles an hour!"
"The turn-off to Lost Lake is just ahead. It looks like a slower road-" Brenda's green eyes flashed with a look of loving desire. "-I'm going to suck you and make you cum again. That way your big cock will stay really hard when you finally get to fuck my virgin cunt!"
"Oooh, God!"
Chuck turned off onto a narrow, two-lane road that twisted its way into the mountains toward the luxurious and secluded honeymoon cottages at Lost Lake.
"I just hope I can keep the car on the road until we get there!" he said.
"Look," Brenda said curiously. "That other car turned off, too. Do you think they might be newlyweds like us?"
"I don't knoooowww!"
Brenda began stroking his cock again, teasing with her fingers to make it swell as she reached for it with her eager, pulsing, wet lips.
"Hhhuuungh!" Chuck said with a grunt of searing joy. "Ooooh, hey-you'd better wait. A few minutes, anyway. We ought to stop at that station ahead and fill up with gas."
"All right," she said, thrusting out her lower lip in a quivering make-believe pout. "But gas isn't what I want to fill up on! I'm so hot to drink more of your boiling cum-oh, look. That other couple must need gas too...."
Brenda met Crystal in the shabby women's rest room of the rundown gas station while the two men were busy tending to their cars.
"Hi, I'm Crystal Vance," the older woman said in a breathy voice that Brenda thought was so sexy and mature. "I enjoyed watching you on the road back there-"
"Oooh, nooo!"
Brenda's face turned flaming crimson. In her long, white wedding gown, her face looked like a fire in drifted snow.
"It's all right," Crystal said. "I got so excited, I wanted to do the same thing myself. I'm going to, as soon as we get back on the road!"
Brenda blushed again and asked, "Er, are you newlyweds too?"
"We are, but it's not the first time for either of us."
"It is for Chuck and me. We're both virgins-"
"How exciting that must be," Crystal said as she turned up the broad collar of her mink and moved toward the door. She couldn't help smiling, almost bursting into a laugh, but she didn't want the excited young bride to see. "Have a very nice time."
"Oooh, I'm sure we will!" Brenda could already feel the warm, slick oils oozing from her untried cunt.
The red sports car left first, spraying gravel with its spinning wheels. The long black sedan pulled back onto the road at a more even pace.
"They're in quite a hurry," Crystal said with a warming smile. Though their meeting had been brief, she liked the young bride and felt slightly jealous of her innocence and youthful excitement.
"I'd be in a hurry too, if I was their age," Phil Vance said. It was the first hint he'd given about what was troubling him.
"Don't you worry. You'll do fine!" Crystal said. "You're in better shape than a lot of men half your age." She brushed his cheek lightly with her fingertips and traced a crooked path down his chest to the half-swollen bulge between his legs. "I'll make your big cock so hard that it aches."
"You're doing that already," Phil said. He shifted in the seat, adjusting his prick so that it could straighten and stiffen itself inside his tailored slacks.
"Isn't that why you married a younger woman?" she asked in a teasing voice, fondly stroking his cock and smiling when she felt it start to throb.
"That's why I married a woman as beautiful and sexy as you." She opened his fly and lifted out his half-rigid cock, pulsing the grip of her coiled hand to stir warm surges of blood toward his gleaming prickknob.
"I'm going to suck that big, beautiful prick of yours," she said, almost as a warning. "I'm going to make it swell until it strains my jaw ... then I'm going to milk it with my lips and drink down all your creamy cum...."
Nate Morris, the lanky, raw-boned gas station attendant, watched the two cars drive off. His steely eyes narrowed and he began to wonder what that rich bitch was doing to the old man to make their big car swerve the way it was.
"I'll bet he's getting his withered old cock sucked," Nate said to himself. He could no longer see the head of the woman in that expensive fur coat.
He turned, chuckling deep in his throat and hurried to the pay phone where he jabbed in a dime with his greasy thumb.
"Hullo?" a dull voice answered on the other end of the line.
"Ace, it's me ... Nate. Get the tow truck going. Two cars just left here heading toward Lost Lake. A red sports car and a fancy black four door."
"Yeah? Which one did you fix?" There was something wry about the way Ace said the last word.
"I fixed them both. They won't get more than a few miles."
"You did both? How am I supposed to handle two at once?"
"You'll find a way when you see the women. There's a pretty young bride, still in her long white dress-"
"No shit? A virgin, maybe?"
"If so, she won't be for long. She is hot! She had cum dripping off her chin when they first pulled up to the pumps."
"Heh, heh, heh!" Ace chuckled with wicked delight. "What about the other one?"
"One of those real rich, real sexy bitches married to an old guy with white hair. She's wearing an honest-to-God mink coat, and you should see the way her tits make that fur bulge!"
"I can see why you couldn't settle on just one! O.K., I'll handle my end somehow, and I'll meet you later, at the usual place."
"Right!"
Nate cradled the phone and left the booth with a sly smile tight on his thin lips. His cock became an aching bulge as he looked down the deserted road, thinking about the two brides. They didn't know it yet, but their honeymoons were about over....
CHAPTER TWO
"Did you see the way that guy at the gas station looked at me?" Brenda asked. Her voice had a nervous ring.
"Yeah, he couldn't take his eyes off of you, except to look at-what'd you say her name was?-Crystal. I can't really blame him, especially for looking at you. You're so young and pretty, and everybody knows there's a sweet little virgin under all that white satin and lace."
"That's it," Brenda said. "The way he looked, it was like he was raping me with his eyes!"
"You're imagining things. He didn't touch you. I thought he was going to fall all over that lady Crystal when he helped her back in the car. He kept rubbing against her with this funny look in his eyes. If anybody was getting raped in his head, it was her ... Shit-!"
"What's the matter?"
"The car. It's sputtering, like it's going to stall." Chuck pumped the gas pedal and tried to jar the engine back to its usual gentle roar. "Damn, it's getting worse!"
The coughing engine gave a last sputter and died.
Chuck let the car coast onto the shoulder and then he roared, "Fuck! What a thing to have happen on our wedding day!" He ground the starter furiously, but the engine refused to fire. "Damn, it's getting dark too. Sit tight, I'll check under the hood and see if I can fix it."
"Ough-ooh," Phil said. "You better try to stuff my prick back in my pants."
"Why?" Crystal asked. Her wet lips hovered over his crimson cock-knob and her hot breath flowed down around his aching prickshaft.
"That young couple in the red car-they're pulled off the road just ahead. He's out looking under the hood. They must have broken down."
"Too bad," Crystal said in a voice smoldering with hunger to suck cock. "But they can walk back to the gas station. It can't be more than a couple of miles."
"The least we can do is try to help, maybe give them a ride back."
"You're right," she said sadly. "It's just too bad we have to waste time when I'm so damn hot!"
"It won't take more than a couple of minutes...." Phil braked to a stop behind the red car and leaned his head out the open window. "Trouble?"
"It just cut out all of a sudden," Chuck said with a forlorn look on his face. "I can't see any reason why it should."
"I don't know much about cars," Phil said, "but I can give you a ride back to that gas station. They can probably fix it for you."
"Thanks ... thanks a lot."
Chuck went around and helped Brenda out of the low-slung car.
"I have a better idea," Crystal said as the young couple settled themselves in the comfortable rear seat of the big sedan. "Why don't we just drive them up to Lost Lake with us? That is where you're going, isn't it?"
"Ah, yeah-but what about our car?"
"You can phone down from the lodge, have someone pick it up and fix it while you two are enjoying your honeymoon."
"I like that idea!" Brenda said. She blushed, ashamed for sounding so eager.
"Well, if you two don't mind-" Chuck sounded hopeful and excited again.
"We don't mind at all," Crystal said. She stroked Phil's thigh with her furry sleeve and fingered his bulging cock in a way the young couple couldn't see. "And this way none of us will waste any time!"
Phil said, "Sure," and they started off.
Brenda snuggled close to her young husband and said, "I'm glad I don't have to go back to that gas station. I didn't like the way that guy looked at me "You, too?" Crystal sighed. "He gave me a couple of good feels when I thought he was helping me into the car."
"Well, that's all behind us now," Phil said. "And those snug little cottages are waiting on the shore of Lost Lake ... What the hell?"
Crystal jerked upright, suddenly alert. "What is it?"
"Our car is sputtering, too! I can't believe it. I just had it tuned and checked out before we left."
"Do you think that skinny creep at the gas station did something to make us break down?" Brenda asked suspiciously.
"I doubt it," Phil said. "I can't see why-" The big car's engine choked and sputtered to a stop before he got out the last word. "Damn! What do we do now?"
"I say you and I go back and have a talk with that beady-eyed sonuvabitch! Maybe beat the living shit out of him!"
"Chuck, don't say such awful things!" Brenda said, her face still flushed.
"It could be a coincidence," Crystal reminded them both.
Before they'd settled on what to do, a bright yellow tow truck eased to a stop in front of the stalled car. The driver swung down from the cab, a heavyset, jolly-looking young man.
"Trouble?" he asked as he approached the window on the driver's side.
"Engine stalled," Phil told him.
"So did ours, a few miles back," Chuck said.
"Oh, you two must be from that little red sports job ... I saw it a ways back. Must be bad gas. There's been a lot of it around since the energy crisis."
His dark, piercing eyes flashed from Brenda to Crystal and back several times, and a slow grin curved on his beard-stubbled face.
"I'll have you all fixed up and on your way in no time," he said. "I've got a repair shop right down the road, ten miles or so. You nice folks just sit tight ... I'll hook up and give you a tow."
"He's as weird as that other guy," Brenda said with a shudder. "Maybe worse ... did you see the way he looked at us? The way his eyes kept flicking back and forth?"
"Don't worry," Phil told her with an easy grin. "I think I've just figured it out. It's just an old roadside rip-off. This guy and the gas station attendant are in it together. One does something to mess up the engine, the other just happens to come by and fix it. He's trying to figure how much he can stick us for. With our big car and Crystal's mink coat, he's so happy he can hardly stand it."
"What do we do?" Chuck asked. He wanted to get out and confront the tow truck driver, who was hooking up the cable and chains.
"We pay," Phil said. "Then I call a friend of mine who works in the state office of consumer affairs."
"Er, we don't have a lot of extra cash," Chuck said. "We had to scrimp and save just to afford a cottage at a place like Lost Lake."
"I'll take care of it," Phil said. "And I'll get it back, you can be sure of that. Before our honeymoons are over, this backwoods bandit will be wearing handcuffs!"
"I sure hope so," Brenda said. "What an awful thing to do to newlyweds!"
Phil told her, "Relax ... I can almost hear those steel bracelets snapping shut!"
They were all laughing, talking and getting better acquainted when the tow truck took off. The front of the car was lifted so high they could see little more than the long black hood.
"I never met a real writer before," Brenda said. "It must be so exciting!"
"It's a job, like any other," Phil said.
"My job won't ever get me a car like this-or a mink coat for my wife," Chuck replied.
"I just got lucky," the handsome white-haired gentleman explained. "I starved for the first twenty-five years, worked at every stupid damn job there is-"
"But now!" Brenda gushed. She leaned forward and stroked the wide, sweeping collar of Crystal's mink coat. "I never knew anybody who could afford such a fabulous fur."
"And I don't know anybody who qualifies to wear a white wedding dress," Crystal said. "Maybe after we've been at the lake for a while, we can trade. You can wear my mink to dinner and act like a girl who got lucky ... I'll wear that long white dress with a veil and pretend I'm a virgin again. Would you like that, Phil? Would you like to fuck me while I'm wrapped in all that crisp white satin?"
Chuck grinned, trying to imagine what Brenda would look like with her long auburn hair spilling softly over sleek and gleaming silver fur. The vision of that had him so absorbed that he didn't notice when the tilted car swayed and bounced off the pavement onto a narrow and deeply rutted dirt road.
Crystal was not aware of the turn either. She was thinking about the beautiful white gown and her lips Curved in an expectant grin. She didn't give a damn about wearing it. What she wanted to do was get Brenda out of it. Besides her raging hunger for hot cock, Crystal had a powerful yearning to suck cunt as well. Especially tender young cunt. Brenda was so sweet and innocent she would never guess, but Crystal was wetting her lips already, thinking of fresh pussy and firm, proud, sharply pointed young tits. Crystal knew that, somehow, she would make that delicious young bride's honeymoon far more thrilling than she had ever dreamed....
Phil broke the spell by craning his neck to see over the hood. "Where in the hell are we going now?" he asked aloud. They were deep in thick pine woods,-winding up a steep hill toward nothing at all that he could see.
"The guy said his shop was about ten miles away. We can't have gone more than five now," Chuck said.
"But who would build a repair shop five miles off the road in woods so thick you can't see through them?" Phil checked both sides of the road, uncomfortable because the tall, dark trees appeared to be closing in all around.
The dirt road narrowed to nothing at all. The long black sedan lurched and swayed, bouncing and dragging over stumps and thick downed limbs.
"This is crazy!" Brenda cried in alarm. "Why would he take us so far into such an awful place?"
"I don't see a repair shop anywhere," Chuck said. Fear had invaded his voice, too.
"OUT!" the tow truck driver said to Phil.
There was nothing jolly about his look now. His eyes had a narrow, menacing gleam, and an evil grin of supreme confidence warped his lips.
"I said, OUT!" He yanked the door open and grabbed at the collar of Phil's tweed jacket, jerking him out on the ground.
"Oh, God!" It was then Chuck saw the blur of a heavy iron bar. It hit the back of Phil's head with a sickening thump, and the white-haired man slid out of sight.
"Now, you!" the tow truck driver said to Chuck.
He didn't move. His eyes searched the floor of the rear seat for some kind of weapon, anything. All he could see was Brenda's tiny little beaded purse. He couldn't have broken an egg swinging that.
"Brenda, Crystal ... get out the other side and run!" he said. "I'll hold him off as long as I can!"
The rear door flew open and a thick, hairy hand reached for the front of Chuck's ruffled shirt.
"RUN!" the young groom screamed again ... an instant before the smashing steel bar silenced him.
Brenda and Crystal both clawed at the door handles on the passenger side of the car, but neither door would open more than an inch. The doors were wedged shut by the trunks of two towering black pines.
"I'm Ace," the tow truck driver told the two terrified women. "And the Ace always win. You two cunts just might as well get used to that. You aren't going anywhere unless I want you to."
He leaned into the front seat, grabbed Crystal's arm by her furry sleeve and snaked it between the spokes of the steering wheel. Then he reached over the back of the seat and caught Brenda's arm as she cowered in the far corner. He yanked it forward, held it with the same strong hand that had all but crushed Crystal's wrist.
Both their eyes saw the sinister gleam of stainless steel in his other hand, almost the same color as the luxurious silver-blue mink, but cold and hard, and horrifying to them both. It was a pair of handcuffs....
Ace locked their wrists together, with Crystal's arm bent uncomfortably through the steering wheel and twisted toward the back of the car.
"Don't mess up that pretty fur tryin' to squirm yourself loose," he said to Crystal. "Short of cutting off your hand or hers, it can't be done ... unless you have this little brass key of mine!"
Then he turned his steely gaze on Brenda. Her face had paled with shock and looked as white as her wedding gown.
"You better finger your clit with your free hand," Ace said, "because we don't have far to go, and you'll want to have your cunt well greased when we get there. My friend Nate and me are gonna flip a coin to see who pops your little cherry ... and neither one of us is inclined to hold anything back!"
CHAPTER THREE
"Chuck's dead!" Brenda sobbed when the car started moving again. It lurched violently, jerking their arms, making the cold steel cuffs bite into their tender wrists. "I know he killed him ... he hit him so hard!" Words gushed uncontrolled as hot jism had from her young husband's cock only minutes before this nightmare began.
"I don't think so," Crystal said in a voice as soft as her silver mink. "I saw him tie Chuck and Phil's wrists together, back to back. He wouldn't have bothered if they were dead."
"But can they help us?" Brenda moaned, her tender emotions still torn by the horror of sudden violence and cruel restraint.
"I don't think so," Crystal had to admit. "He rolled them down into a dry gulch. By the time they get loose and get help, well ... by then I'm sure it-it-"
"It will be too late?" Brenda guessed. "They're going to do it? One of those awful men is going to break my cherry? Oooooh!" She sobbed in a voice totally out of control. "I saved it for so long! I saved it for someone who'd be sweet and gentle ... someone who really loved me!"
Crystal could only sigh in sympathy. Genuine fondness for the young girl kept her from speaking impulsively, from giving voice to her own savage desires.
"Can you crawl over the back of the front seat?" she asked. "Get yourself up here with me? Our wrists won't hurt so much then, and I can comfort you ... try to make you feel better."
"I-I think so. Yes! I'd like that."
Brenda struggled awkwardly in her long white gown, hauling herself over the back of the front seat, trying not to grind the hard metal cuff against her wrist or Crystal's. Three short links of brutally hard chain rattled between their grasping hands.
"There, there," Crystal said, trying to disguise the feline excitement in her throaty voice. "It'll be all right ... we won't let those awful men pop your sweet little cherry!"
"How-how can we possibly stop them? We're chained together with our arms through the steering wheel-" She heaved a racking sob that bulged her firm and proud young tits. "We're as helpless as lambs being led to slaughter!"
"Not quite," Crystal said in a calmly reassuring tone.
It took all her self-control to hold back the sound of her raging desire. The tense, fearful shivers of the young bride's warm body thrilled Crystal and filled her mind with delightful fantasies. Their captors would never know the taste of virgin blood ... because Crystal Vance would savor it first!
"Come closer," she said, "let me put my other arm around you. It'll make you feel better ... make you forget those awful bastards."
"Yes!" Brenda said, sinking her head into a soft hollow of silver mink. "Hold me, Crystal ... don't let me think about them!"
"I won't ... I won't let you think of anything except what is soft and warm." Crystal's right arm was free. She eased it up Brenda's side and cupped her hand over the sleek satin mound of her young tit.
"Huuungh?" The auburn-haired bride gulped in surprise, but by then Crystal's fingers had begun tender, loving strokes.
Brenda could feel the woman's hand close, softly drawing waves of excitement toward her bulging nipple. Then they spread again and slid down the smooth satin slope.
"I-I did let Chuck do that," Brenda confessed in a voice tense with excitement. "He loved to feel my tits!"
"I can tell why!" Crystal loved the shape of her jutting cone, the way it lunged proudly into her hand.
"But never with our clothes off," Brenda said. "I was saving that for our wedding night."
"Hhhmmm," Crystal purred, increasing the speed and the tension of her lusty grasp. There's no sense trying to save anything now, she wanted to say. But that would only frighten the sweet young bride ... perhaps drive her into a protective and unfeeling shell, where even the tender hand of another woman could not reach.
A long row of closely spaced round buttons closed the front of Brenda's gown. Crystal's deft fingers began undoing them one by one.
"What are you doing?" the timid girl asked.
She knew very well what Crystal was doing, baring her breasts-exposing twin cones trapped in a lacy white bra that lifted their creamy slopes, pressing them together to accent the deep valley between.
Crystal wormed her hand behind Brenda's back and undid the clasp of her bra. Brenda hardly had time to breathe a startled gasp before her thrusting tits burst free.
"Ooooh," she moaned in despair. "I wanted Chuck to be the first to touch my naked breasts!"
"But Chuck isn't here," Crystal reminded her. The sleek silver mink of her sleeve tingled the young girl's back as she drew her hand slowly to the front again. "Would you rather it was one of them?"
"NO!" Brenda arched her back and jammed a raw nipple into Crystal's waiting mouth. "Suck my tits, Crystal! Ooooh, yes. Lick them, make them burn. Oh, God ... I never knew it could feel sooo goooood!"
Brenda's nipples were surprisingly large. Rings of softly bumped red crowned her sleek mounds, circles larger than silver dollars that swelled into thick, berry-ripe tips. Crystal teased the bulging nub with quick spiral strokes of her tongue. She did that because she knew it was what she liked best.
"Hhhooo!" Brenda moaned, shivering in erotic shock. She never could have imagined herself surrendering to another woman so willingly, but seized in the loving warmth of Crystal's clinging lips, she could not think of anything else that could have thrilled her so intensely. Even Chuck, loving and kind as he was, seemed cruel compared to the tender passion of this woman in silver-blue mink.
"Do them both!" Brenda pleaded. "Work both my nipples ... oh, yes! Suck them! Rub them raw!"
By straining her arm through the steering wheel, Crystal was able to cap one tit with her cuffed hand while she worked the other with flicking strokes of her tongue, sending poor Brenda into shivers of unexpected delight.
"Do my cunt!" the young bride moaned. "Lift my gown and fuck me with your tongue ... please, Crystal-please!"
That was exactly what the older woman had in mind. She dug her head under Brenda's flowing skirt, teasing her thighs with soft mink as she inched forward into her crotch, flicking and darting with her wet tongue, convulsing the innocent girl with spasms of shocking joy.
"Ooooh, God! Pull down my panties. Do it with your mouth. Work your sweet lips on my clit!"
Brenda was not entirely the innocent she appeared to be. She'd long known the wild joy of twisting her own clit with a teasing finger, and often wished that she could bend sharply enough to do the same thing with her own tongue.
"Suck it!" she screamed. "Suck my clit ... oooh, make me cum. Please, Crystal! Your lips are so hot! Fuck me, suck me ... fuck me with your tongue!"
They twined together in grinding spasms of rumpled satin and silky soft mink. Brenda could hardly stand the sleek feel of fur gliding on her wide-spread thighs, and the hot lash of Crystal's probing tongue drove her wild. For brief moments of sensuous delight, Brenda forgot all about the cold steel that joined their wrists together, and she could only dimly remember Chuck, who was tied somewhere, unconscious in a ditch so many miles behind.
Crystal gasped when she first tasted the sweet flow of virgin cunt oil. It gushed warm and smooth from Brenda's pink-lipped pussy. The young bride's legs spread wide on the front seat of the lurching car ... neither of them had given thought to where they might be, or where they might be going.
"Sweet pussy!" Crystal said with a warm smack of her lips. She'd never tasted better, and she could hardly wait to do more. She dipped her tongue between virgin cunt lips and lapped up all the honey she could hold.
"Ooooh, Crystal! Suck me, suck me dry!"
Not dry, the older woman thought. I want you sleek and wet when my finger pops your cherry!
Brenda could feel her pressing harder between her wide-spread legs, twisting her tongue into her virgin cunt and teasing her thighs with the maddening, elegant softness of fur.
"OOOOHHH, FUCK! Ram my little cherry ... huungh! You can't reach it with your tongue. Stab it with your finger! Rip it! Break it ... tear it apart. OOOOH, GOD! CRYSTAL! Ungh! Oooooh, good-I'm not a virgin any more!"
Brenda's leathery little seal had finally parted under the steady pressure of Crystal's squirming first finger. It worked like a sharp-tipped lance and finally cut its way through.
"Huuunnngh!" the young bride sighed. Gleaming red virgin blood drops mixed and swirled with the warm oils oozing from her cunt.
"I want that too!" Crystal said, teasing her spread thighs with the softness of rich fur as she dove into her pussy with an eager tongue. "Yyyuuummm!"
Crystal had never tasted virgin cunt before. Something savage made her feel strangely sinister ... like a vampire draining the girl's life away. But she could not stop. The cloying sweetness drove her wild. She lapped and sucked and swirled her tongue around Brenda's exposed clit until the young bride writhed and kicked beneath her, wailing shrill cries of joy.
"I-I'm cuuummming!" Brenda cried, arching her back to push her delicious cunt deeper into Crystal's grinding lips. "Hhhaaa!"
Billows of sleek fur teased Brenda's thighs when she raised her legs with a wail of frantic delight. She hooked her knees over the other woman's shoulders, kicking and squeezing to hold Crystal's face in the steaming slit of her pussy.
Crystal sucked in one puffed lip of her cunt and then the other, mauling them gently with the fantastic working of her mouth. Then she shot out her tongue and rammed it deep in her tiny cunt slit. The walls of Brenda's fuck tunnel squirmed and seethed with dripping warmth. Crystal lapped pussy juice with her tongue. She hooked her tongue and flicked Brenda's clit, lifting it toward hungry lips curling with desire.
"Ooooooh," Brenda moaned. The sensation became too intense, far more thrilling than anything Brenda had ever been able to do with her finger.
Shrill cries warbled from her lips. Her body heaved, twisting and grinding itself toward the wet source of burning pleasure. Musky cunt oil flowed sleek and warm in the seething hollow of her pussy.
Crystal began tight, spiral strokes around the firm little button of her clit. Her hands twisted the same way on the nipples of her tits. The hand cuffed to Crystal's wrist jerked and flopped, clawing the empty air.
"OOOOHHH, GOD!" the young bride called. "AAAGGGHHH! UUUNGH!"
Frantic waves ran up the tube of her cunt, and Crystal met them with her wiggling finger. She wound it in deep, feeling wet spasms as the trembling walls of her pussy pulsed and squeezed to draw her in.
The frenzy of Brenda's cunt motions sent warm shivers into Crystal's fuck hole. It began heaving pulses in the same demanding rhythm.
"Get my cunt!" she grunted urgently. "You-UNGH!-can reach it with your free hand!"
Brenda's fingers pawed through sleek fur and found the clinging soft fabric of Crystal's dress. In a mad fury, she pulled and tugged at her skirt, jerking it up in front. She dipped her hand inside tight bikini panties, clawed through cunt hair as soft and rich to touch as mink, and then she found Crystal's clit.
It was longer, thicker and felt stronger than Brenda's own. It bulged hard between her fingers like a little prick afloat in a puddle of warm oil.
"Gruuungh! That's it!" Crystal said with a deep groan. "Now work it, grind it, twist it around! Yeah!"
Crystal's mink-draped hips began to move in slow, sensuous waves timed to meet the grasping finger strokes and work the wet mouth of her begging cunt into Brenda's uncertain hand.
"Harder, harder," she chanted. "Faster! Drive your finger in! Fuck me like I'm fucking you. Unnngh! More. That's not a tender little virgin hole. Really fuck it! Make me cuuummm!"
Brenda drove her finger into the juicy slit, curled it and drew back, imitating Crystal's movements ... but with more vigor and fury. It felt so warm and strange to have a part of her inside another woman's cunt, to feel how tense and smooth her excited contractions became.
The peak of their thrashing climax came with a twin howl of ecstasy, two voices meshed as one. Their senses blurred, their bodies weakened and fell limp, settling into the restful calm of complete release. Though still cruelly chained, for several minutes of dreamy peace, they both felt free and unafraid.
And, Crystal was thinking with a smile of satisfaction, at least in one way now, Brenda will not be a virgin when she meets the bastards that brought us here.
Then Crystal felt a nervous tremor of doubt. Perhaps by exciting the young bride and baring passions she had not known to exist ... perhaps she had only increased her desperate yearning, and the newly awakened Brenda would satisfy their vicious captors even more.
CHAPTER FOUR
"O.K., ladies ... this is it!" Ace yanked open the driver's door and gazed inside, his dark eyes bright with a glimmer of obscene desire. "I know it ain't as fancy as those places at Lost Lake-no big round beds with thick velvet spreads, no pretty gold-flecked mirrors all around. But it'll have to do. This here is where the two pretty brides spend their honeymoons."
Ace kept looking, puzzled by the smug little grins of satisfaction that curved their lips. Crystal had closed the front of her coat to cover a spreading damp spot in her lap. The sleek, warm oils from her cunt had seeped through the front of her dress.
Brenda sat smiling with her hands folded primly in her lap. That covered the tiny dot of red virgin blood that marked the front of her long, snowy gown.
"You two act like you know something I don't," Ace said. He kept watching them, eyes darting suspiciously from one to the other as he dug the tiny handcuff key from the pocket of his grimy jeans. "Now, who should I take first?"
Brenda responded with a shiver of fright. The smug little smile vanished as her lips pulled tight in a narrow line.
"Take me," Crystal said calmly. "You know I'm going to be the best."
Ace was tempted, but he said, "Ma always told me to save the best for last. I had to eat the mashed potatoes before I got ice cream." His eyes flicked uncertainly between them again, finally settling on Crystal. She looked serene in her elegant wrapping of silver mink.
"You're first," he said to Crystal, "because I don't think you're best at all. I'll bet this little bride's sweet young virgin cunt is better by far. All you've got better than her is experience ... and by the time Nate and me are through, she'll have plenty of that!"
Ace unlocked the cuff from Crystal's wrist, grip ping it hard in the clamp of his hand while he snapped the open jaw of the heavy steel band around the rim of the steering wheel.
"Come on, you furry bitch!" He pulled on her arm with both hands and dragged her out of the car, across Brenda's lap and out on the rough ground.
He yanked her up to her feet by the hair, grinning coldly when he heard her yelp of pain. Crystal could no longer maintain the illusion of calm. She felt chilling fear, and the look of it spread quickly across her face.
Ace pushed her forward toward a rundown cabin, its roof half caved in, two side walls tilted at crazy angles. It looked like a strong gust of wind would flatten the whole thing.
"My grandfather raised pigs in a better building than that," Crystal said.
He yanked her back by the hair and swung a vicious backhand slap across her face. Crystal yelped from the stinging pain and slumped to her knees at his feet.
"Don't smart off to me. You may be big stuff wherever you come from, but up here in these woods you're nuthin' but another fuckin' cunt!" He lashed back with his hand the other way and spun her head with a hard slap. "Cunt, that's all you are! You hear me, CUNT?" Then he laughed. "And only the second-best cunt at that!"
He yanked Crystal to her feet again and launched her toward the cabin with a powerful shove.
Crystal tripped, her feet unable to keep up. She stumbled and pitched forward, crashing into the rough plank door.
The point of a rusty nail ripped a long gash in the sleeve of her coat before the latch broke under her weight. The door swung wide and she tripped over the threshold, sprawling face-down on the dirty floor, ripping the front of her coat again.
"Oh, nooo!" She had waited all her life for that beautiful and luxurious fur.
Ace came in chuckling, amused by her discomfort. He kicked the door shut behind him and watched Crystal gather herself on her hands and knees. Then he stepped forward, put his foot on her ass, and shoved hard with all the strength in his leg.
"Aaaaccck!" The cracked, uneven flooring scraped her skin. Her arms crumpled beneath her, numb from the pain, and she pitched forward on her face against the far wall. As she went down, she heard another loud rip. "Ooooh, NO!"
He came up behind her, still chuckling deep in his throat. "The way you howl about that coat, you'd think it was your ass getting ripped!" The volume of his cruel laugh increased to a joyous roar. "Don't you worry though ... I'm gonna get to your ass real soon!"
Crystal bit her lip in anguish, then she felt another brutal tug at her scalp. Ace lifted her, laughing when she screamed in pain, and he pushed her face against the wall. Two heavy steel hooks loomed above her head, about arm's reach apart. Everything else she'd seen in the cabin was old, rusted and broken, but the two sharp hooks were bright and shiny new. Just the sight of their sinister gleam made her shiver.
Ace drew a pair of thick rawhide thongs from his hip pocket, looped at the end like a cowboy's lasso. Crystal glimpsed them over her shoulder, not daring to turn completely around.
"I like rawhide a lot better than rope," he explained. "You get it good and wet and you can stretch it almost like rubber."
She heard him splash something into a washbowl on a rickety stand in the corner of the room.
"It feels good when it's wet," he went on, "slick as cunt!"
Crystal tensed, wondering if she could make it to the door. She cast an anxious glance in that direction.
"You won't make it," he said coldly. "Not even halfway. I'll knock you down and kick the livin' shit out of you if you try."
She tried to still her gnawing fear enough to think. There must be something she could do ... some weapon, some means of escape. Her eyes anxiously swept the room, but she saw nothing that would be of help.
The only windows in the dingy room were small, high on the wall and screened with heavy wire mesh. There was a bunk beneath the one on her left, but that would do little to speed her escape. Its legs spraddled every which way, and it looked as though it would collapse under her weight.
"See how nice it stretches out?" Ace pulled with his powerful arms and drew one of the thongs to near double its original length. He swished the other one again in the bowl. "Of course, I've been soakin' 'em at home for a week ... this here is just the finishing touch!"
Crystal could read the evil gleam in his dark eyes. It wasn't hard to guess what he would do ... bind her wrists to the metal hooks, spreadeagle her against the wall. Anything she was going to do, she'd have to do fast. Once tied with her arms wide apart, she'd be completely at his mercy. Even worse than now.
Ace beamed a leering grin, sweeping his eyes up and down her trembling body as he tugged to stretch the second thong.
"I-I think I'm going to faint," she gasped in a weak voice. "Hhhooo!" Crystal sank in a furry heap with her head leaning against the wall. It fell limp and her eyes fluttered shut.
"Get up!" Ace shouted angrily.
He reached to grab her by the hair, but her apparently limp body became suddenly alive. She turned with a snarl and clawed for his balls with both hands.
Ace did get his hands into her soft, gray-streaked hair, but he had no time to tighten his grasp. She squeezed his nuts, stopping just short of mashing them to jelly. Ace let out a screeching howl of terrible pain and jerked his hands to grab her arm.
"Don't!" she hissed. "I'll smash your balls if you even touch me. I'll squeeze them into mush and feed it to you with a spoon!"
Crystal increased the pressure of her grip enough to convince him that she meant what she said. Smiling, she got slowly to her feet, never easing her grip.
"I want the key to those handcuffs," she said.
"You're-unnngh!-killing me," Ace said. His eyes flickered and his head rolled, weak from the crushing pain.
"Don't pass out," she warned. "Your head might hit the floor, but your balls are staying right here in my hand."
"I'll get your ass when I get loose!" His arms fluttered weakly at his sides and the words tumbled out with a groan.
Crystal's delicate, classic features hardened like a steel mask ... like it was when she was a tough young kid fighting to survive in the wrong part of town. "If you say anything else to me that isn't 'Yes, ma'm' ... 'Please,' or 'Thank you,' you're going to be saying it with a high voice! Now give me the key!"
"Yes, ma'm!" He dug for it, too racked by terrible pain and the threat of even worse to remember for sure where it was.
"Thank you." Mocking sweetness rang in her voice. Grim determination flashed in her narrowed eyes. "Now loop one of your precious thongs around each wrist!"
"NO!" The word came through clenched teeth with a dribble of spit.
"You want that to be the last word you say as a whole man?"
Ace whimpered, his eyes pleading, sickened by increasing pain. Crystal coldly tightened her grip until he yelped, then she began looping the thongs around his hairy wrists.
"Now reach up on the wall and tie your right hand to the right hook. And remember, if the knots don't look good to me, I'll hang what's left of your balls on the other side."
"Yes, ma'm...." He meekly did as he was told.
"Now, put your left hand behind your back, wrist flat against your belt."
He hesitated, eyes darting as he thought about making a grab for her throat. But she read his look as quickly as he had caught her glance at the door.
"Don't try it, fucker ... or you won't be a fucker any more!"
"Yes, ma'm!" Ace breathed a thankful sigh when his arm was bent behind his back. Crystal shifted to a one-hand grip and reached behind him to loop and knot the thong around his heavy studded belt.
"Now, you sadistic sonuvabitch, watch how that thong holding up your right arm stretches when I squeeze your balls till your knees buckle!"
" 'Nooo-yyyyaaaaah!"
Crystal left him screaming and walked casually toward the door, tossing the handcuff key up and down in her hand. "Let that be a lesson, you miserable sonuvabitch-not every woman who wears fur is a pampered little pansy-ass you can push around as you please."
Still smiling, she turned and reached for the door handle, but a solid whack came from the other side and the heavy plank door came flying in to meet her. Crystal's hand jerked back and the small brass key went flying. The sharp edge of the door hit her wrist and cracked like a rifle shot. Crystal staggered backward, clutching her right arm, stunned by pain so sharp that she felt sure the bones of her wrist had shattered.
Her feet tangled together and she tripped on the rough boards of the floor, pitching backward with a scream of pain to crash against the wall and slump to the feet of the man she had just left wailing garbled cries of agony.
Ace leered down on her stricken face, recovered enough to smile and roll his lips while he puddled a mass of spit in his mouth. "Phlaaap!" It splashed across the bridge of her nose and ran into both eyes, fogging vision already blurred by the red mist of pain.
"Let that be a lesson to you, you bitch! Not every smart-ass cunt with a mink coat is as smart ... or as tough as she thinks!"
Nate Morris, the lanky gas station attendant, sidled through the door with his lips pulled tight, straight and cold-looking as the cutting edge of a knife.
"You better get yourself together and get Ace loose from that hook. I can see he's real pissed right now ... and I can tell you, you aren't gonna like him at all if he gets worse!"
Crystal dragged herself up, wiping her face with the back of her left hand. She found she could move all the fingers of her right hand, so they probably weren't broken, but stabs of searing pain shot up her arm whenever she moved them.
"I don't think I can untie those knots. That rawhide stretches and pulls real tight," Crystal said.
"I know," Nate said with a menacing grin. The way he said it was twisted, like maybe there was more he wasn't saying.
Crystal reacted with a cold shiver of fear, knowing whatever it was, she would find out soon. Probably too soon....
"Cut it!" Nate told her. He opened a bone-handled pocket knife and threw it to her.
She pulled to the side and let it hit the wall, afraid to try a catch with the open blade. It skittered on the floor near her feet, the keen edge of it flashing with a cold sheen.
"Don't ever THINK about trying to cut anything else," Nate said. He had the heavy metal bar from the tow truck, thumping it into the palm of his left hand. "If you even nick his skin, I'll bust your head and use your brains to decorate the wall!"
Crystal stood for a moment, numb with shock. Her fiery eyes fluttered on the verge of tears, softening with the sad look of defeat. "All right," she said.
Ace flexed and rubbed his wrists the moment she cut him free. "That rawhide really hurts!" he said to his friend.
"Don't tell me. Tell her. Take the knife, and tie her up."
Crystal still held the knife in her hand. For an instant, her eyes flashed, wondering if she could stab it into Ace's gut and somehow get around Nate to the door. Too risky, she decided. The way her hand hurt, the way her knees trembled with fear, she wouldn't have a chance. And, she realized with a shudder, trying to resist so far had only made things worse. How much worse, she was afraid to think....
Ace took great delight in stretching the thongs. Crystal felt a creeping horror, watching his hands work, watching the way even heavy leather was forced to yield in his powerful grasp. She could only think of him mauling her body the same way.
A blinding stab of pain raced up her arm when he looped a damp thong around her right wrist and jerked it tight.
"AGGGH!" she cried, squinting her eyes into slits. "Unnngh!"
He snared the other wrist in a loop of cold, damp leather and laughed as he yanked it tight enough to chafe her skin.
"HHHAAAA!" she groaned. He hoisted her right arm and secured it to the hook, then the left. "Hhhuungh!"
"Pull her real tight," Nate said. "We don't want her jerking and flopping around." He bent down with an evil grin and retrieved the knife that had fallen from her trembling hand.
Ace tugged on the second thong, spreading her arms so wide it caused wrenching pain in her shoulders.
"Huungh," she groaned. She would not give them pleasure by screaming full voice as she wanted to do.
Crystal Vance had a haunting memory of bondage. It filled her not only with fear, but with feelings of loathing and disgust, pain and bitter humiliation.
* * *
She had been willful and strong even as a child. As she began to mature, her desire for freedom and independence became even more intense. That's what got her into trouble.
Now, she could not even remember what the quarrel was about, but she had clashed wills with her mother. Crystal began screaming in a stubborn rage ... demanding whatever it was that seemed so important to her then. A tantrum, her mother called it.
Her mother became furious and slapped her hard across the face, and when her pleading cries still would not stop, she tied the young girl in a straight-backed chair set out on the front porch, for every kid in the neighborhood to see.
Crystal could remember the sharp bite of the ropes on her wrists as clearly as if it had happened yesterday. Her arms were drawn back through the rungs of the chair and knotted together behind.
She remembered the awful frustration, tugging frantically and only making the knots pull tighter. And she remembered the humiliation, being put on display like one of her grandfather's prize hogs.
But what she remembered most of all was Jeff Tate.
He lived two doors up the street and was attracted by wailing screams of rage that turned slowly to bitter sobs. Jeff was older than Crystal. He had a dull, mean look in his eyes most of the time, and a strange, twisted way of smiling that made Crystal think he was a mental case.
"What's the matter, Crystal?" he asked in a taunting, sing-song voice. "Have you been a naughty little girl?" There was a sneer in the way he said "little."
Crystal's tits had begun to swell, proud, sharp little peaks-a strong hint of the lush, full tits that were to come.
Jeff drooled every time he walked by. He always made some cruel remark about her tits, and he pretended to bump into her when he could, trying to cop a feel.
"Go home and pound your cock," she told him with a look of scorn, "if you can even find the stupid little thing!"
Crystal shuddered as she recalled those words. Talking smart and acting tough had gotten her in worse trouble, even then.
His eyes glared a sullen and silent reply. Wetting his lips with his tongue, he walked up onto the porch where Crystal sat helpless, tied in the stiff chair.
"My cock ain't little, and it ain't stupid!" he said with an angry grunt. "You're stupid ... shooting off your fucking mouth when you can't hardly move anything else."
Crystal wanted to kick him in the nuts, but her mother had bound her ankles to the legs of the chair. She tugged and strained to wiggle free, but it was no use.
"I like the way your ma tied you with your tits hanging out," Jeff said.
With her arms roped behind the chair, her shoulders were bowed sharply back, jutting her young tits forward with a haughty thrust that he found irresistible.
"I've been trying a long time to get a real good feel from you," he said. Jeff looked exactly the way her cat did when it was toying with a helpless mouse. "But you always scratch or bite or try to knee me in the balls-"
"Because I think you're a piece of shit! I'd rather stick my tit in a wringer!"
Jeff edged closer, slowly opening and closing his big rough hands.
"If you touch me, I'll scream!"
"You've been screaming for half an hour, and your ma don't pay it no mind. It's like that kid with the sheep who cried wolf. Yell all you like. Nobody's gonna come help." He leaned forward and began undoing the buttons of her blouse.
"You sonuvabitch, leave me alone!" Crystal hissed. But at the same time, she felt a tingling wave of excitement as the buttons parted one by one.
Crystal didn't wear a bra. A waste of money, her mother said...."Your hard little knockers don't need no help." Even now with a full, lush figure, she felt proud of how firm and taut her tits were. But then she wished desperately that they had been covered.
Jeff grinned when he saw her half-ripe nipples, dark and hard, tense with the nervous excitement that she felt but would never admit to him. Crystal often fingered her own tits, working her soft little nipples in slow spirals until they stiffened with forbidden delight. She'd wondered how it would be the first time she let a guy do it, never dreaming or even wanting to think it might be Jeff Tate.
He pulled her blouse wide open, gazed hotly for a few seconds, and then clapped his rough hands on her tender tit mounds.
"Hhhunnngh!" Crystal groaned, repulsed by his touch. She hated his leering grin and the wild look that gleamed in his eyes. But her nipples tensed in his warm palms despite her disgust and squirming revulsion.
He drew his fingers together, tugging at her tender flesh until her nipples burned.
"Bastard!" she moaned. "You're a worthless, tit-sucking piece of shit!"
He laughed and continued the fevered mauling of her little girl tits. "That's what you really want, isn't it? You WANT me to suck your tits!"
"I'd rather feed them to a dog!" But the mention of sucking tits did excite her, and she had to wonder why it was her own quaking voice that first said the words.
"Hhhhmmm," he said as he bent down to tongue-lash a little nipple squeezed between his thumb and first finger. He rolled and twisted it while his wet tongue danced around.
"Oh, GOD!"
"You mean, oh good!" He drew his hand away and sucked in all of her creamy little cone, raking the hard nipple with quick, hungry strokes of his tongue.
Crystal couldn't help it; she let out a piercing squeal of glee. She hated what he was doing to her, but she loved the creeping suction of his lips. They raced up and down the slope of one tit, then the other. She gasped a startled cry and felt her pussy begin to stir.
Jeff quickly caught the scent of heated cunt.
You want that even more, don't you?" he asked. "You want me to suck your little cunt!"
"NO!"
Her voice was firm but Crystal wasn't sure. Maybe she did want his pulling lips on the firm wet button of her clit. She could feel it seething in its own warm juice, begging to be touched.
He dropped his hands and pulled up her skirt.
"Nooo!" she said again, but the force was gone from her voice. The word dribbled like fuck honey from her cunt.
She arched her back and lifted her butt so Jeff could pull her panties down.
"Aaaaggghhh!" she gasped as he put a hand on the dome of her cunt. It had just begun to sprout hair, a few downy strands, barely a hint of the dense, wide and silky smooth collar that was to come.
She could feel him bending down, gushing hot breath into her tiny wet pussy slit.
"Ooooh, shit! Do it, Jeff-suck my cunt!"
He hesitated. He'd never eaten pussy before. No girl would ever let him. Now Crystal was begging, jerking her hips as wildly as the tight ropes would allow. He panted with excitement, increasing the heat of her desire.
"Suck it, damn you! Eat my cunt! Roll my clit with your tongue! God damn it ... what's the matter? Don't you know how?"
That did it. Jeff dove into her wet crotch, spearing her pussy slit with a stab of his tongue. He jerked it back at once, stunned by the bitter-sweet taste and the heavy, musky scent that filled his lungs with each rasping breath.
"More!" she demanded. "Eat it! Chew my clit ... make it burn! Oooooh, yeah ... ooohhhh!"
He devoured her dripping cunt slit, digging and raking with his tongue until he jerked back with a startled gasp.
"Oh, God-you've got me so hot, I'm going to cum in my pants!"
"No! Oh, Jeff ... don't waste your hot cum. Fuck me ... ram your cock in my juicy pussy. It's ready. It's so hot I can hardly stand it! Fuck. Fuck! FUCK!"
He tried. He pulled down the zipper of his fly and whipped his long prick out. It was the first cock she had ever seen, long and hard, and it looked blazing hot. Jeff lunged at her and almost tipped over the chair.
"I can't get it in ... Christ, you're sitting on it!"
"Hhhunnngh!" she wailed, trying to tilt her hips to feel his beautiful big cock.
"OOOOHHH!" he groaned.
He could no longer control the heat of youthful lust. His twitching cock began to spurt cum while it was still an inch from her begging pussy mound.
She felt the thick hot cream hit the sleek dome of her young cunt, dripping down slowly into the slit. It felt like liquid fire, a totally new and totally insane sensation.
"I love it! Do it more ... oh, let it squirt. Spray it all over my little fuckhole!"
Jeff coiled a hand around his gushing cockrod and flogged it with long, powerful strokes, milking out shot after creamy shot, spraying her lap with a flood of silver cream.
"Now do my clit!" she commanded him. "Rub it with your fingers ... work that hot jism into my fuckhole!"
Neither of them now gave a thought to where they were-on the front porch of Crystal's house for the whole neighborhood to see. An old couple across the street peered curiously through a slit in their curtains. The mailman stood frozen halfway up the front walk, his jaw gaping. Two boys playing ball in the middle of the street stood watching, playing with their little cocks with hands thrust deep in their pockets.
When Crystal recovered from the sheer delight of an intense climax, she felt a crimson flush of embarrassment and humiliation so intense that her ears began to burn. Jeff scurried away, his head hanging down, avoiding curious stares and giggles, stuffing his still-dripping cock hurriedly back in his pants.
That evening, when Crystal knocked at his front door, primly dressed and looking very serious, his heart leaped.
"Is your mother home?" she asked.
He thought sure she was going to tell on him for what he'd done.
"No," he croaked with a lump in his throat. "No, she's working nights. She won't be home until morning."
"Good." Crystal pushed forward, inviting herself into the house. "We can fuck."
"What?" Jeff stepped back with his jaw hanging slack.
"We can fuck!" she said more strongly. "You can damn well finish what you started!"
"Uuungh, yeah-"
And he did. It was the first time for them both, and the memory lingered ... along with a feeling of shame and frustration.
* * *
"I never got around to telling you what's so special about wet rawhide," Ace said when the last biting knot was secure. "You know how it stretched out all greasy smooth ... did you know it shrinks again as it dries?"
"Oh, God!"
Her wrists burned now from the tightness of the loops. Her fingers felt cold and numb from loss of blood. She would not even let herself think of the tugging strain on her upraised arms getting worse.
The torn sleeve of her coat hung down on one cheek, a strip of the beautiful fur she loved hanging inside out, the leather of the pelt against her face. The front was badly torn as well. One of her heaving tits pressed through a jagged rip, bulging the satin lining from within.
"She don't look so damn fancy, hung like a side of beef with the hide still on," Nate said.
"She don't look so damn tough, either." Ace rubbed a hand on his aching nuts. "I'm gonna enjoy this! I'm gonna enjoy it a whole lot...."
"Thinking what she did, I guess you should go first," Nate said with a generous wave.
Ace smiled and nodded, quickly taking the bone-handled knife from his hand....
CHAPTER FIVE
"She's real fond of that fancy mink coat," Ace said with a vengeful flicker in his eyes. "You should have heard her yell when she tore it trying to break down the cabin door!" He laughed wickedly and tested the keen edge of the knife gingerly with a cross-stroke of his thumb.
Crystal shivered, her eyes glued on his. She glared and tried to maintain a steely look of calm, but she knew her real feelings must show. She wasn't just fond of the once lovely fur. She adored it. The shining silver mink was a symbol of her, a soft and visible sign that all her hard times were through. She treasured it and loved to stroke the downy fur whenever she thought back on a life of eating shit and having to say thank you for that.
* * *
She was driving a catering truck when she met Phil, a battered old pickup with sides that opened on racks of sandwiches ... usually stale, and soggy burritos that only a hungry dog would eat. Coffee urns hung under an overhang in the back, full of stuff that was rank and bitter by afternoon.
Big companies with better equipment had all the best areas sewed up. The small outfit Crystal worked for skimmed around the edges trying to pick up on what was left. Part of her route went by a rundown two-story office building where Phil Vance had a single room, home and office both. He slept on a cot in the corner and crapped in a dirty John down the hall. He bought coffee and doughnuts off the truck for breakfast, a ham and cheese sandwich for lunch. The same thing, every day.
Then when he'd gotten to know Crystal, to smile and say more than hello, he looked glum and just ordered coffee for lunch.
"No sandwich?" she asked.
He shrugged. "I'm tapped out. I haven't sold a damn word in weeks."
She knew he was a writer, and that fascinated her even though she'd never heard of Phil Vance or read anything he'd written.
"I guess I could let a good customer have a little credit," she said shyly. She knew he was a proud man and might not accept if she offered it as a gift.
"I'll pay you back when I get rich," he said.
That was a joke they shared. Phil was always talking about getting rich-when one of his paperback books became a best seller, or if anything good became of the TV script he'd written.
The producer was an unknown down-and-outer like Phil, but a much younger man still full of bright hopes and enthusiasm for his work. He couldn't afford to pay for a script, so he offered Phil a percentage of the show if the pilot sold.
But a week after he'd confessed to being broke and really discouraged, Phil greeted her with a beaming grin and a large handsomely wrapped box.
"What's that?" she asked.
"It's an autographed copy of that TV script I wrote ... and a week's worth of ham and cheese."
Crystal tore excitedly through the foil paper, knowing by the bright gleam in his eyes that it must be something more than that. How much more, she never would have guessed. The script was rolled up inside, and there was money for the sandwiches he'd eaten ... both tucked in the pockets of a shimmering full-length silver-blue mink.
"I can't believe it!" she gasped. She'd never seen or touched anything so exquisite. But her look darkened quickly and became serious. "I also accept it. It-it must have cost a fortune."
"I can afford it," Phil said quietly, "and I can give my beautiful young wife anything she wants."
"Your wife? I'm not your wife."
"I know ... but I want you to be."
* * *
To Crystal, it all seemed like a crazy dream-a wonderfully crazy dream come true-until that afternoon when their brand new car sputtered to a stop. Everything since had been a nightmare, and she felt now that it had only begun....
Ace turned his leering eyes on her tit that showed through the tear in her coat. He laughed and grabbed inside, lifting while he stuck the point of the knife through the tear. With a grunt and a swift downward stroke of his hand, he cut the fur and lining both all the way to the hem.
"Nnnooooo!" The word was out before she could even think of control. She knew that showing torment would only spur him on.
"Cut the other side so it matches," Nate urged his friend. "It's a shame to hide big ripe tits like hers!"
The knife stroked downward again, so close this time that it caught in the soft, clinging fabric of her dress. It hung open from just below her hip, exposing a long and smoothly tapered leg.
"Hack away some more of that shit," Nate called in a voice shrill with excitement. "I'm real anxious to see what she's got underneath!"
Ace took cruel delight in slashing with the razor-sharp knife. Crystal shivered more violently each time. She no longer cared about the expensive coat. Phil could easily afford another. But the cold tip of shiny steel came closer to her skin with every vicious swipe of his hand.
"I like this a whole lot better than skinning out a deer!" Ace said.
He worked the knife point up and under the shred of fabric that still clung to her tits. She felt the cold, hard back of the blade against warm skin deep in the soft cleft between her tits. Then his hand jerked and her heaving tits burst free.
The move was so sudden, the touch of the blade so chilling cold that Crystal thought she must have been cut, that part of a proud tit might be hanging like the shreds of satin and ruined fur.
She screamed despite her stubborn will to maintain control of her emotions. Fear overpowered her rational mind. Her body shivered and her knees went slack, dropping all her weight on her outstretched arms.
Nate and Ace both rushed in before Crystal had a moment to catch her breath. Her shrill scream had not ended when their four anxious hands began tearing at the remains of her clothes.
She dangled naked and trembling, eyes wide in horror when she raised her head enough to see their twisted grins of partial satisfaction.
"Will you look at that!" Nate said in pretended surprise. "There's a real live woman under all that rich-bitch bullshit!"
"She's got more cunt hair than I ever saw!" Ace chimed in. "You want I should skin that off her, too?"
Nate shrugged, completely unconcerned. "Just remember she's tough," he said as Ace stepped forward, brandishing the knife.
"Oooh, shit yes ... I remember!" Ace clutched his balls with his free hand and grimaced in pretended pain, flicking the knife back and forth under Crystal's nose.
She managed to get her feet beneath her again and eased the strain on her wrenched shoulders. But even when she stood, sagged back against the wall, the painful pressure was not completely relieved. She wondered if what they'd said about the rawhide thongs was true, that they would shrink as they dried and increase the torment and agony of her bondage.
Ace kept the knife swaying beneath her nose while he reached low with his right hand and gripped her crotch.
"I remember," he said grimly. "What about you?" He squeezed as hard as he could, grinding the heel of his hand on the bony ridge of her cunt mound while he wormed his middle finger into the wet mouth of her cunt.
"Uuunngh!" she groaned, forgetting about the pain in her arms and shoulders. Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.
Ace twisted his middle finger, wanting to make it hurt even more.
"Do you remember?" he demanded.
"I-I remember," she answered through clenched teeth. The finger in her cunt felt like a twisting drill. "And do you remember what happened when you got your nuts back in one piece?"
"What?" Ace seemed puzzled, surprised that she could speak at all.
"This!" She bared two rows of pearly teeth and spit in his face.
Nate let out a whoop of startled laughter. Ace let his hand drop from her throbbing pussy mound and stepped back, hissing angry breath like a steam vent. He shook his head and wiped his face with the back of his hand. Then he broke into a laugh ... a cold and vicious laugh.
"God damn, she is still tough!" he roared. "We're gonna have us a helluva good time taming her!"
Nate's laughter faded slowly and he began to nod his head, sweeping his hungry gaze up and down the lush curves of the woman they had tied spread-eagled against the wall. She had full tits, so firm they needed no support. Her dark nipples jutted proudly atop her rounded cones.
She narrowed at the waist, firm around the belly, too. Nate watched ribbons of muscle flex and pulse with her burning rage. Her hips flared into sweeping curves, their center boldly marked with a broad, dense muff of cunt hair.
Any other woman he knew would have been a sniveling wreck after what she'd been through, weak and submissive, whining for mercy. But the fire of disgust still blazed in Crystal's eyes, and her jaw worked up and down as if she might be loading her mouth, getting ready to spit again in fearless contempt.
Nate grinned and flicked a quick glance at his partner. "You know the way to handle tough meat?" he asked.
"Er, no-what should we do?" By the look on his face, Ace knew damn well, but they both enjoyed tormenting her, slowly working anguish into shivering fear.
"First, you gotta let it hang awhile ... so it ages a bit." Nate took a step forward as he spoke, hooked a leg behind hers and swept her off her feet.
"Grunnngh!"
Crystal's head rolled with the jerk at the end of her sudden fall. Fresh pain shot from both shoulders and ran the length of her arms, ending only when it reached curved fingers numb from the rawhide bands so tight around her wrists.
"Don't look like she needs to age any more," Ace said. "Shit, she must be thirty."
They both laughed at that.
"Once tough meat has aged, only one thing more you can do-" Nate said.
It all sounded like a routine they'd used before, stupid hick-town humor. Still, Crystal found herself tensely awaiting the reply.
"What's that?"
"Beat on it until it's tender!"
Crystal braced against the wall, knowing she might suffer, but determined that she would not suffer alone. Her two captors failed to notice the subtle change in her expression until she let out a shriek of rage and swung a looping kick around to catch Ace squarely in the balls.
"Gaaawwww!"
He dropped the knife and stumbled back, clutching his balls with both hands as a stricken look spread across his face, erasing his twisted grin and the look of lust that had been smoldering in his eyes.
"Shit, she got me again!" he groaned. Nate leaped back before she could kick again. "There's more where that came from," she warned.
He just laughed and retreated calmly to the far corner of the room.
He took a thick black coil off a peg on the wall and said, "The only way you're gonna kick me is if your leg grows longer than this here whip!"
"Gimme that!" Ace said with a grunt of tortured pain.
Nate shrugged, eyeing Crystal with a smug look on his gaunt face.
"Sure, Ace ... just leave her backside for me."
Ace struggled to straighten up, releasing his hold on his aching nuts with great care, as though he thought they might fall off.
"When I'm done, you won't know which side her backside is. I'm gonna whip her cunt until its as big as the crack of her ass." He flipped his thick, stubby arm and uncoiled the leather whip on the floor, twitching it with quick snaps of his wrist to make it act like a crawling snake.
She refused to cower, but could not keep the look of fear from widening her eyes. She pressed against the wall, instincts demanding that she get as far from the whip as she could. She stood on one leg and slowly raised the other, crossing it in front of her body far enough to protect her cunt.
"Ah, ain't that clever how she does that?" Ace said with open scorn.
Then he swung the whip sidearm and watched with a grin as the braided lash wound its way up the leg she was standing on. After three quick wraps, he jerked and left Crystal hanging by her tortured wrists. Her feet pawed the floor and the whip hissed again, this time striking in her dense thatch of exposed cunt hair. Crystal slumped again, grinding her teeth to choke back a scream.
She had lost her shoes sometime during her struggles. Now she couldn't remember when, but she found herself slipping barefoot in a tangle of silver mink. The soft touch of fur added to her anguish. It made the sting of the whiplash seem more intense. "HHHAAAA!"
Ace swung again and laid a blazing welt up the center of her chest. The heavy black braid parted her tits and nipped the tender flesh in between.
Nate stood watching and began to unbutton his shirt. Then he pulled off his pants, each move carefully timed so that his eyes focused on her intently each time the whip flew with its sinister hiss.
His cock had swollen hard before he could get it out of his dingy shorts. It didn't seem to match his body at all. Nate was tall and almost sickly thin. His cockshaft was more like the stump of a tree. It sprang from a bristle of tangled black hair, the heavy red prick-knob pulsing with surges of hot blood.
Ace had to undress one-handed, and he managed it without missing a stroke. He peeled his shirt off his wide, hairy chest and let it slide down the arm holding the whip. When he lashed at her again, the shirt fluttered like a flag in the howling wind and flew off the end of the whip.
As one raw welt criss-crossed another, Crystal could not help crying out. Pain mounted the same way, one sharp stab atop the one before, until her mind became a twisted jumble of searing agony. Then she screamed ... screamed as she never had before.
Nate gave the whip to Ace.
With too much weight on his short, stocky frame, Ace appeared to be clumsy, but he handled the long whip with a surgeon's skill. Ace could snap the forked tip and barely touch her skin. It left a stinging red dot and a stabbing pain-as though a hot needle had run in deep. He lashed both her nipples that way.
Sharp, ripping pain from that left her limp, too racked with pain to even cry out. She blubbered weak sounds of agony as her head rolled and pitched.
Crystal might have endured the actual pain, but the stress in her mind was even worse. She knew if the sharply cracking tip of the whip came even a fraction of an inch closer, her tender nipples would split in two ... slit as cleanly as the knife had slashed through her lovely coat. The thought of that brought heaving sobs up from deep inside.
But despite sharp pain and the horrible visions of even more vicious abuse, Crystal almost smiled. A wry look crossed her face when she thought how bitterly ironic it was ... a short time ago she sat snug and warm in a luxurious new car, wondering if the older man she'd married would be able to keep his cock hard long enough to please her ... now she stood naked, weak in the knees, cruelly bound to the wall of a rundown shack. And she faced two hard cocks about which she had no doubt.
The thrill of violence had given both Nate and Ace brutally hard throbbing cocks. She no longer had to worry about getting enough-only to fear that it might be more than she could stand.
Until now, Crystal had never doubted herself as a woman. What Crystal knew about being a woman she'd learned in the streets. As a young teen she'd joined a juvenile gang-that was how she survived in the part of town where she grew up. Jeff Tate got her in. He just didn't tell her the gang's leader and the whole ruling council had a thing about initiating every new female member.
Crystal learned the hard way that the strongest human emotions are somehow all tangled together-that love and hate, desire and fear are all braided one around the other, like the long black strands of the whip Ace was using now.
She had made the mistake one night of getting caught in the territory of a rival gang-a bunch that Jeff and her guys had just kicked the shit out of in a rumble. The losers were naturally bitter, and they took it all out on her. They tied her to an iron-framed bed in their clubhouse. They took turns with her, and they took all night.
She at least understood that rival gang. They'd just been stomped, and they had to strike back. It wasn't a personal hate they had for her. It was the frustration of losing the fight, and it all came down on her.
Now it was happening again, and she didn't even know why.
CHAPTER SIX
Nate Morris and his friend Ace had both worked at Lost Lake when the resort there was owned by a local family, an old couple who'd known them both for many years. The place was a fishing and hunting lodge then, rustic but comfortable.
Ace took care of the livestock and Nate worked as a fishing guide. Neither one of them made much money, but they lived the kind of life they enjoyed ... and they never lacked for women.
Fish widows, they called them. Men would bring their wives up from the city and leave them at the main lodge while they went off days at a time to fish or hunt in the back country. When those women got bored and restless, Nate or Ace was always there.
Then everything went to hell.
The old couple decided to retire, and they sold the property to some big corporation. They tore down the old lodge, the rustic cabins and the stable to put in this big fancy resort-everything plastic and chrome. Along the lake, they built a dozen secluded cottages with fireplaces, sunken tubs and mirrors all around. Honeymooners loved them. So did the big-shot executives and their fancy city girlfriends.
Nate and Ace both worked at the new resort for a while. Ace worked in maintenance and Nate tried being a porter, carrying bags for people who didn't give shit about the fishing. Neither lasted long at that.
The puny little bastard who ran the new place said at the end of their first week, "I'm sorry, but neither of you is polished enough to match the new aura at Lost Lake-"
"Polished?" Ace asked. "Since when does a God damn grease monkey have to be polished?"
"And I don't even know what an aura is," Nate said.
"You just don't fit in here any longer," the manager explained with a flick of his little pencil-thin mustache.
They talked about starting a guide service of their own, and wanted to buy the horses and mules the new owners at Lost Lake were anxious to sell off. They needed a loan for that and went to the bank in town.
"Do you have collateral?" the bank manager asked.
"What's that?" Nate wondered. "Real estate, stocks or bonds, something like that."
Ace said, "If we owned real estate or stocks and bonds, we wouldn't need a loan to buy a few God damn mules!" A guard who'd been watching them stepped in then and threw them both out.
A week later, Ace heard all the animals had been sold. "To a DOG FOOD company!" he said in a rage.
* * *
All Ace had left now was a long black whip and a burning hate. It satisfied him some to cut that fancy coat into shreds. It would satisfy him even more when he'd fucked the sexy bitch who wore it. Her fighting back made it even better. Whipping her like he would a stubborn mule had increased his lusty craving.
Crystal slumped against the wall with her head bowed, staring blankly at what was left of her slashed mink. Her whole weight hung on her arms and she felt too weak, too numb with pain to straighten her legs and try to stand.
"I think now she's tender enough to fuck," Ace said. His tongue curled in the gaping hollow of his mouth.
"Try a little taste and see if she's done," Nate suggested.
Ace dropped on his knees in the mound of torn satin and fur at her feet. He leaned close to her cunt and drew in a long breath, swelling his huge chest while he gazed longingly at the narrow, puffed slit of her pussy.
Blazing welts sprang from the dark-haired center of her cunt mound, reaching out in all directions like the petals of an obscene flower. Some were so bright and clear that Ace could see the pattern of the leather braid.
He spread his hands on the flat of her belly and dragged them down into the dense tangle of cunt hair that reached almost to the point of her hips. Crystal moaned when she felt the touch of his hands, and the soft tension of her weak voice increased as his fingers neared the lips of her cunt.
"AAAHHH!" she said. His hands felt cold as ice.
Ace slid his hands around her tapered thighs and worked them into the crack of her ass.
She gasped a shivering sound. Where the whip had not burned her skin, his hands felt blazing hot. The dark, rumpled lips of her shithole convulsed, instinctively clamping shut as one probing finger reached out to circle around them.
"Uuunnngh!" she said with a grunt, thrusting her hips forward almost enough to ram her densely furred cunt in his face.
Ace took another long breath and marveled at her musky scent. It came thick and strong from the mouth of her damp hollow, a natural and exciting woman smell.
"Haaagh ... ummph," he said, lapping at her pussy with his tongue.
Her hips jerked again. After the searing dry heat of the whip, there was something sleek and wet reaching for the soft lips of her cunt. She'd kept her legs pressed tightly together all through the brutal lashing in an effort to protect that tender pussy flesh. Now she struggled to part her legs. They'd become tangled beneath her and would not move.
Ace eased his hands down the backs of her thighs. Her skin there was smooth and white like new-fallen snow, untracked by the sting of his whip. He reached between her legs and spread them for her.
"Hhhhoooo?" she gasped anxiously. Her senses were slowly coming alive again.
He lifted her and rested one leg over each shoulder, with his head buried between her legs.
"Oooohhhh," she said in a sigh of relief.
With part of her weight resting on his broad shoulders, the awful stress on her arms and shoulders decreased. The slit of her cunt even moved as if it, too, sighed in thanks.
He knew that in a minute her cunt would be thrashing, begging to be sucked. And the fire of need would soon burn its way up to her mouth. She would cry and moan and plead for him to fuck her with his tongue.
Ace liked that. It was a sound he seldom heard. He had no illusions about himself. He wasn't attractive to most women. He wasn't ugly, but he wasn't handsome either. He wasn't anything at all. Except when he held a woman captive, most acted as if he wasn't even there. But this proud bitch with her big car and her fancy fur coat ... she'd soon be begging him to do what he wanted all along.
Smug with the knowledge of what was to come, he circled his finger on her rosy asshole again, harder this time, teasing the puckered ring.
"Gruuunnngh!" she said, bucking her hips again, tilting them to more fully expose the delicious wet gash of her cunt.
Ace opened wide as if he wanted to swallow her whole pussy mound. His upper teeth raked down through damp cunt-scented hair while the probing lance of his tongue wiggled up from the bottom of her narrow cunt mouth.
"HHHOOOO!" Crystal breathed as his jaw closed on her pussy lips like a vise. "OOOOH, GOD!"
His tongue hooked under her clit and lifted it to meet his teeth.
"Sssshhhhiiit!" she hissed, now fully aware and trembling with desire.
Crystal felt proud of her clit, the way a man likes having a big cock. It was larger than most, both longer and bigger around. She loved the way it swelled and bulged when a man excited her. It was a clit a guy could really work over with his mouth and Crystal couldn't help it; she went crazy when anyone did.
Ace seemed to know that-that a woman's clit is the center of pleasure and sexual desire, that teasing and twisting it just right can drive the poor bitch clear out of her mind. He knew, but he wanted to hear her beg. He slacked his jaw and opened up to take another big, delicious bite.
The one quick twist he'd given her clit between teeth and tongue brought a hot gasp of pleasure to her lips and a surge of heavily scented fuck oil up from the depths of her cunt. He closed on her slowly again, eager for what he knew would be an even wilder response.
"AAAGGGHHH!"
Crystal's body shook with joy. Her head banged against the wall and her muscles twitched so violently that she swayed by her wrists from the rawhide thongs.
"Again!" she gulped. "Eat it, you bastard-you know what to do, I can tell!"
Ace knew. He also knew that making her wait would make her want it all the more. Crystal gave a shrill, impatient cry and hooked her legs around his neck, wanting to lock and hold the steaming pressure of his wet mouth on her bulging clit.
"Oooh, damn!" she moaned.
He'd opened wide again. Only the panting of his hot breath fell on her swollen nub. She wanted, she needed, her body demanded more. She trembled like a junkie in need of a fix.
He clamped on her quickly this time, centering his attack on the indented head of her stiff clit. She threw her head back and slammed the wall again, mindless of the jarring shock as she wailed a joyous moan.
"Ooooh, you bastard!" she said, clamping her eyes shut as her body began to writhe. "OOOH, DO IT, DAMN YOU. DO IT ALL! YOU KNOW-"
Ace knew, all right, but he was past the point of holding back. As much as he wanted to drag on the torment, he had his own raging desire to think about ... the need that throbbed in the head of his aching cock. Exciting her had excited him.
"Sorry," he said with a grunt, lifting his head from her seething pussy.
"Ooooh, don't stop. Damn you, suck my cunt. Fuck it with your tongue!"
"I'd rather ram it with my cock," he growled, hunching his powerful shoulders to break the lock of her legs as he rose to his feet.
Crystal held on until she was hanging half upside down, arms tied high on the wall, legs hooked over his broad shoulders, feet drumming excitedly on his back.
Ace shrugged free of her leg hold, parting her creamy thighs with a wedge-like thrust of his arms from below.
"Hhhhaaagh!" she gulped.
She felt herself slip and she could not clamp hard enough to hold on. The wet lips of her cunt slid down his hairy chest, leaving a thin trail of her free-flowing oil.
Ace dropped a hand and raised his stiff cock to meet her. Crystal tensed, able to slow but not stop her fall. She knew she was sinking nearer and nearer his hips, and she knew the upraised head of his cock would be waiting.
She arched her back, tilting her cunt slightly away from his chest. She missed the raw tingle of his rough hair as her soft cunt lips slid down, closer and closer to the long cockshaft she'd watched swell while he delivered harsh lashes with the whip.
Crystal settled on his cock, spiraling around as her sleek cunt sank clear to the root of his cocklance.
"Uuunnnngh!" Ace grunted, half in delight, half in surprise. He'd expected more friction, perhaps even some pain, but the soft tube of her fuck tunnel spread willingly to take him in.
"Aaaahhh," she purred softly.
She ground her hips in a tight spiral, working herself down even more on the sharply upraised shaft of his cock. Her spread legs hooked and locked behind him again, around his waist this time, and by straining the bands of muscle across her gut she was able to draw Ace nearer to the wall.
"Gruuungh!" she said, breathing deep as she felt the warmth of piercing joy. The heat of his cock and the nerve-jangling tension of her own desire blocked all feeling and memory of pain from Crystal's mind.
Her wrists were still bound to the shiny hooks above her head, shoulders wrenched up and apart supporting half her weight. But, instead of pain or discomfort, she had a strange sense of freedom. Her lower body hung suspended, legs wrapped tightly around Ace's thick waist, her cunt speared by his rigid prick. She could roll or twist her cunt in any direction, as wildly as she wished.
No mattress below, no crushing weight of a man on top. She felt giddy with the freedom to move her cunt any way she wanted. Up and down, left and right, around and around in a tight spiral when she wanted that.
"OOOHHHH," she moaned, trying them all.
Ace ran his hands up her sides, reaching his stout, hairy arms for her beautiful tits. The twin mounds, still red with marks of the whip, jiggled and swayed in time with her wild gyrations below.
Looking at her, he first felt sorry that he had used the whip so hard and so long. The flaming marks it left distracted him from the thick, ripe swelling of her nipples. But when he touched her, Crystal's reaction was explosive. Nerves alerted by pain sparked violent signals to her mind, even when he touched her lightly. When he cupped his hands on her thick mounds of whipped cream, they felt to her like warm, protective shields.
Crystal tensed the muscles of her chest to thrust her tits more firmly into his mauling grasp. She giggled and rocked her upper body in response to milking contractions of his hands, blissful in the knowledge that her proud, tender tits were safe from the biting lash of the whip ... at least for now.
And now was all that mattered. Crystal's mind became too crowded with signals of shocking delight to think about either her past or her future.
With her legs locked tightly around Ace, she looked like a young child riding piggyback in reverse, bouncing and jarring on the root of his cock rod, squealing with glee each time the fury of her whirling motions brought the swollen nub of her clit to grate on the base of his cock.
"Fuck me," she pleaded softly. "Oh, Ace ... drive it in! Grind my cunt. UUUNGH! Do it harder. Faster. I can take it. I have to have it. I want your cock in me. I loooooove it!"
He began a rocking motion with his hips, slow but powerful strokes that reached deep into the seething cavern of her fuckhole while thick matted hair and the heavy bone of his loins thumped and slapped against hers.
The sound first sent a shiver up her spine. It sounded so much like the snap of cold leather on tender flesh. But his body felt warm, hard like the whip, but bursting with inner fire.
She felt it deep in her cunt, she felt it blaze on her bulging clit and seep inward from the tips of swollen nipples being rolled and twisted by his clutching hands.
The heat and fury of his desire brought her a sense of triumph. Her lush body had attracted him, the grasp of her demanding legs held him, and the seething waves of her willing cunt would soon completely control him. Crystal felt that she had captured him ... and now she would use him for her own pleasure.
"Come on!" she said, rocking faster with her suspended hips. "You wanted to fuck ... let's FUCK!"
Ace had never had a woman who was so turned on, never felt one move the way Crystal could, tightening the spiral muscles of her cunt like a screw thread, winding her lush body on to his, locking it tight with the wrenching motions of her hips.
He answered with more powerful thrusts and bumped her swaying head against the wall. Pressure mounted in his aching nuts. He could feel the swell as his balls flopped back and forth in their heavy sac, slapping against her ass.
That part of her hadn't felt the sting of leather, but now it felt like her ass was being whipped too.
"AAAGGHHH!" he said as the heated pressure became too intense. "I'm going to cuuuummm!"
She knew. She could feel it in the speed and force of his driving fuck-thrusts, feel it in the faster twitching of his thick cockhead.
Later, it might seem perverted and disgusting, being bound to the wall, stripped naked, whipped first with black leather and then with a raging cock ... but now Crystal could only concentrate on her own mounting joy and the searing tension of her approaching climax.
"I'm cummming toooo," she said with a sharp grunt.
"YYYYEEEEAAAAHHHHH!" they both roared together.
She felt a spasm deeply rooted in her cunt, the first heave of his giant cockhead. He felt her respond with clinging waves, sucking strokes of cunt muscles demanding more.
Crystal pitched forward, wishing now that she could free her arms and double herself toward him to milk his nuts. She knew they must be throbbing, squirting out the splatters of thick cum she felt swirling inside. She wanted to wring his balls with soft finger strokes and draw out more of his boiling jism ... enough slick wet cum to smother the fire of need in her pussy.
"Again!" she gasped, even before Ace had fired his last dribbling shot. "Fuck me again!" She writhed against his groin, begging with the wet motions of her slick cunt.
"Jeeeezzzuuuus!" Ace said with a gasp of delight. "I'm not sure I can!"
"You can!" she insisted. "And you want to. I can feel it. Your big cock hasn't softened at all. Fuck me again! Ram in that big fucker and stir its own cream!"
It wasn't just her own pleasure that Crystal thought about now. In a brief moment of serene calm between intense joy of orgasm and intense desire to do it again, Crystal had thought of Brenda, still handcuffed out in the car.
She felt real affection for the young bride, and desire as well. Crystal had loved sucking her cunt and she wanted more. She didn't want Nate and Ace to hurt her. They might be too much for an inexperienced woman still uncertain of her own needs.
Crystal could not think of any way Phil or Chuck could save her-they were probably still unconscious, bound together back-to-back, lying in a deep gulch somehwere miles away.
Nate and Ace would want Brenda as soon as they tired of her; Crystal knew that. She'd seen the way they both looked at her, drooling and dreaming of virgin cunt.
Nate stood by the window, gazing out while the fucking couple he'd watched so intently caught their breath. "It's getting dark outside," he said. "Sun's going down, and it's clouding up. Might mean rain-"
Ace groaned impatiently, annoyed by the distraction. "Just what I need, a fucking weather report!" Then he tensed uncomfortably.
Crystal felt a strange twitching from the head of his cock.
"Oooooh-" His eyes flickered as though lights in his mind had just switched on. "-them two I left tied in the gulch!" he said. He burst out laughing and began to fuck again, howling at what must have been an obscenely funny joke.
"What is it?" Crystal asked with a grunt. She waited, curious for his reply, still working her cunt muscles to revive the full power of his cock.
Ace grinned and said, "It's that gulch I left your husband and that other guy in-UUUNNNGH!" He felt his strength coming back, hot surges of fresh blood that swelled and strained his spearing cock.
"What about it?" Crystal had begun to wonder if it really mattered any more. Ace was hot again, and so was she.
"Unnnnngh-it's just that when it rains hard in the moutains-aaaahhhhhhh!"
"Yeeeeessssssss?"
"Well, when it rains, that dry gulch becomes sort of a-aaaarrrgggh-sort of a river."
CHAPTER SEVEN
The spatter of raindrops hit Chuck's face and puddled in the corners of his closed eyes. His eyelids flicked to sweep the annoying moisture away. He blinked then, and became dimly aware of dark clouds in a menacing swirl overhead.
He moaned and tried to rub his head. It felt like his skull had been split in two. He felt chilly fear when he found he could not move either hand. A sound like thunder boomed inside his head.
Chuck panted weakly, trying to clear his scrambled brain. It was thunder he heard, a distant boom. Jagged streaks of lightning flashed across the sky above the narrow gulch. He curled his legs, got them beneath him and tried to stand. It was no use. He felt himself being dragged backward by a heavy weight.
"Uuuunnngh," Phil groaned, awakened by the sharp pull on his wrists. "What the hell?"
"We're tied together," Chuck said. He had turned his head enough to see that. Fresh throbbing began in his brain. It ached when he tried to move his head, hurt even worse when he strained to free his arms. A thick rope chafed his wrists, and the falling rain began to soak through his clothes.
"Crystal!" Phil called in a booming voice of alarm. "Crystal ... can you hear me?"
The answer was another distant thunderclap.
"Brrreeennnnda!" Chuck cried. He got no answer at all. It was so deathly still he could hear the raindrops filtering through the pines.
Phil's eyes swept up the side of the steep gulch and he squirmed his tightly bound wrists. "I don't think we can climb out of here tied together," he said. "And I can't reach the damn knot ... can you?"
Chuck struggled and then fell limp with a sigh of frustration. "No. I can't do anything." Then his hand touched something sleek and cold. "Wait-" It was a beer bottle he felt, but could not quite get his hand around. "Move down. There's a bottle. If we can break it, maybe we can cut the rope."
"God, I hope so!" Phil said, scrunching himself in the direction Chuck's hands needed to go. "Hear that?"
"What?" Chuck listened intently. "Sounds like thunder, far away."
"Not far enough," Phil said. "Not thunder either. It's water. A lot of water. I think our muddy gulch is about to become a riverbed!"
Chuck got his hand on the bottleneck and tried to smash it on a rock. The bottle didn't break. Working together, they swung again. Amber glass shattered and Chuck began working the jagged end back and forth across a heavy strand of rope.
"I think I can do it!" he said.
Phil said, "I hope so," with a wry twist in his voice. "If not, we'll both know how a turd feels when the toilet is flushed!"
Chuck groaned from the strain of reaching awkwardly to hack at the rope. He even thought of giving up.
"I've been thinking about Brenda with those men," he said, "and I feel like shit already!"
* * *
"Now it's my turn!" Nate said impatiently. He didn't wait for Ace to even finish his second searing climax with the lush, full-figured woman they had bound to the wall.
Trembling aftershocks of joyous release still shook Ace's powerful frame. Crystal's legs were still clamped tightly around his waist with feet crossed and heels pressed hard against the cheeks of his ass, pulling him toward her, still hungry for more from his spurting cock.
"All right," Ace groaned when his last shot oozed from the head of his cock," but I think we oughta bring our other little bride inside to watch. Seeing how this bitch can fuck might give her some good ideas!"
"Yeah, and besides ... the rain is really coming down. We don't want her little virgin cunt to get wet. Not before we get to it!"
Nate threw an old yellow slicker over his naked body, picked up the handcuff key from the floor and turned up his collar against the pouring rain.
"Good!" Ace said with a leering grin as soon as his friend had gone out the door. "My cock is still hot! While he's out there, I'll have time to give it to you in the ass!"
"Huuuuuhhhh?" Crystal moaned.
The mention of the dry gulch becoming a river had all but made Crystal forget her desire to protect Brenda if she could. Phil might drown! He might be dead already-and the heartless bastard who did that was now grinning and laughing as he talked about fucking her ass.
"NO!" she said sharply.
Ace laughed in mocking amazement. "What do you mean ... NO?"
"Don't touch me!" she cried. She unlocked her legs with a groan of total disgust and let her quaking body slide off his weakened prick.
"How are you going to stop me?" he asked with a crackle of vicious superiority.
Crystal slumped back against the wall, her full weight dangling on her arms while she struggled to get her feet beneath her.
"I can still kick!" she warned.
"Hey, heh, heh ... why don't you try? I'd like to see if I can still throw a rope."
Ace stepped over by the door and took a stiff coil off another peg near where the whip had hung. His softened, still dripping cock swung back and forth between his legs like an obscene pendulum counting the seconds before some new lewd torment began.
"This here's a lariat," he explained, fondly stroking a length of rope that looked as stiff and hard as steel wire. "I used to tend livestock, you know ... before them fuckers turned Lost Lake into a God damn cathouse for rich cunts like you!"
Crystal watched intently through narrowed eyes. Anger and hate had turned her blood to ice. Her heart beat wildly, but her whole body felt tense and cold.
Ace walked back smiling calmly as he uncoiled the stiff rope, twirling a noose at one end.
I'll kill him if I can, she thought grimly, wishing now that she had mashed his balls when she had the chance.
He stepped within range of her foot and Crystal snapped up a vicious kick, hissing like a cat.
"Hen, heh, heh...." Ace turned slightly to the side and back half a step.
Her foot lashed out at the empty air. Before she could even blink, he'd snared her extended ankle in the twirling loop of rope and jerked it tight enough to scrape her flesh raw.
"Huuuugh!" she said with a grunt of surprise.
"You were lucky the first time," Ace said. "I was too damn hot to act careful." He chuckled merrily and flipped a half-loop of rope over the hook above her head. "When he's got his wits about him, a man who's been kicked at by a mule has nothin' to fear from a bitch like you."
He pulled down on the loose end of the rope and jerked Crystal's kicking foot high above her head.
"AAAAHHH!" she gasped, teetering on one foot.
Ace went on chuckling, ignoring the look of savage frustration that twisted her face in a knot of rage. He ran the lariat across to the hook on the other side, and then down to the leg she was standing on. He knotted the loose end around her ankle with three quick moves of his hand and then reached up and pulled down hard, taking up all the slack between the two hooks.
"Huuuuhhh?" Crystal said.
She felt the knot bind and begin to pull on her leg.
Her foot flew off the floor, and Ace kept pulling on the rope until he'd yanked her foot above her head.
She dangled now, more helpless than before, doubled sharply at the waist with both arms and both feet tied above her head. Her back scraped hard against the rough wall, and she flared out angrily between her legs. At the bottom of the long V of her tapered legs, her dark little asshole was laid bare, fully exposed and at just the right height for Ace to ram in his swelling cock.
The excitement of subduing her filled his cock-ram with throbbing power. He stroked his prick with his hand, speeding the flow of hot blood, and he laughed.
"Gonna be damn hard for you to kick, with both feet strung above your head!"
"Bastard!" she growled back. It was hard for her to speak. Bent double, with her thighs pressed against her chest, it was even hard for her to breathe.
"I don't think there's a damn thing you can do," he said. He reached out and pinched one creamy ass cheek and then stepped closer to massage her shithole with slow, circular strokes of his heated cockhead.
"One thing," she said in a weak voice, gasping for air.
"What's that?" He leaned down, cupping his hand to his ear. "I can hardly hear you."
"Hear this...."
Crystal relaxed the clamp of her ass and blew a long, foul-smelling fart. Being bent in two made it easy. There was awful pressure in her gut. She let it all fly, just wishing his face was a little closer to her flapping asshole.
"God damn!" Ace stepped back coughing, holding his nose and pretending to choke. It wasn't much of an act. He was laughing too hard. "I love your spunk, bitch-and I'm gonna love your ass even more!"
"AAACK!"
She felt him ran in his cock without any move to prepare her. His cum-drenched prick knifed into her, spreading the dry walls of her shithole.
"Hhhaaa, now that's what I call TIGHT! I guess it ain't been over-used like your fancy cunt."
Crystal gave a low moan and then clenched her teeth, squeezing and grunting, trying to work out a thick brown piece of shit to meet and smother his invading cock. But the spreading pressure of his thick prickhead somehow set all the wave-like motions of her insides working the wrong way, pulling and sucking and drawing him farther in.
"Uuunnnngh," she groaned in defeat. "Don't ... it hurts! Damn you, STOP!"
Ace gave a shrill victory cry as he bottomed in her, grinding his rough mat of hair on her ass. "You lying bitch-you love it. I can see it in your eyes!"
"I'd rather fuck the handle of a broom!"
He retorted quickly. "If you don't do right by this cock of mine, we just might try that next." And he punctuated the remark with a fast series of cock-stabs, twisting each time he felt the soft kiss of her creamy ass cheeks.
"Damn you, Ace ... I'm supposed to be next!" Nate said as he pushed through the door, dragging Brenda behind him.
She gasped in horror when she saw her friend Crystal bent like a pretzel and tied to the wall.
Brenda's long veil hung over one shoulder. The little crown of artificial pearls that held it was tilted sharply to one side. The hem of her angelic white gown was caked with mud. One of her white satin, spike-heeled shoes had fallen off along the way and she held it in her free hand, dripping with mud ... a mockery of the bouquet usually carried by a young bride.
"Crystal ... my God, what have they done to you?" she moaned.
Crystal could hardly hear, and had no breath to answer when she did. Ace kept slapping and grinding his hairy loins on her, a steady and persistent beat like the pouring rain that drummed on the roof.
"Cryyyyysssstal!"
Brenda couldn't watch. She raised the hand clutching the muddy shoe and covered her eyes. All the time she'd sat alone, handcuffed and helpless in the car, she'd tried to prepare herself mentally for the awful things this wild pair might do. But seeing Crystal tied as she was, having her ass fucked so brutally that she could hardly breathe ... Brenda almost fainted. She swayed unsteadily, off balance because of the one shoe she had on with its long, slim heel.
"Oooooh," she moaned, sucking and holding a cold breath of fear. She'd been thinking of sex all day, but nothing so bizarre and disgusting as this.
Sucking Chuck's prick in the car had thrilled her. It seemed a wildly exciting thing to do, a delicious and forbidden treat. Tongue-fucking with Crystal added to that excitement, releasing a powerful sense of desire that had been building ever since she was a young girl.
It had not been easy for her to remain a virgin. She was tempted many times, especially when Chuck first spoke of love, and even more when they became engaged. But at the same time, she'd dreamed so long of her wedding night. Even before she met Chuck, she knew that night would be special. And the dream was always the same....
A warm fire, chilled champagne, murmured words of love. She wanted to be wearing her long gown, wanted him to slowly undress her while whispering soft words of love and reassurance. That's why she'd worn the long gown on the trip, when it would have been far more convenient to change into ordinary clothes.
Having waited so long, she did not want anything to be ordinary when at last she surrendered herself to a man for the first time. But not even in a nightmare could she have imagined a scene like this....
Nate shrugged off the wet slicker. Drops of rain had come through the open front to dampen his cock hair and gleam on the thick-knobbed head of his cock. The beads of water looked as bright as the jeweled crown holding her veil. When he lit a kerosene lantern, they took on a reddish glow ... like bright drops of virgin blood. It made Brenda sick. Nate hadn't really done anything yet, but seeing his cock like that seemed worse than looking at a knife just pulled from a terrible wound.
He pushed her forward and to the side. "I want you to get a real good look!" he said.
Brenda stubbornly turned her head away. Watching Ace slam his long cock into Crystal's ass was even worse. She could see its bulging blue veins, almost feel the hammering pulse beat of his long prickshaft.
She could see how the tight, dark lips of Crystal's ass were forced in by each stabbing thrust, then drawn back ... pulled and stretched as he withdrew. Ace grinned and slowed the speed of his thrusting so her frightened eyes had to witness every detail.
"I'll bet she can hardly wait!" Ace said, amused by her stunned look of complete shock.
"We know she's hot," Nate said. "She had cum still dripping from her chin when they pulled into the station for gas. She couldn't even wait to get to Lost Lake ... she was sucking cock on the God damned interstate!"
"At least we know there's one thing she knows how to do," Ace said, smiling and winking at her while he continued the slow, gliding motion of his hips.
Crystal felt worse than before. The bastard was casually fucking her ass and carrying on a conversation at the same time, as composed and relaxed as a man reading the paper while sipping his morning coffee.
At least when she had him wildly excited, she felt like a woman. A real woman. Now she felt like a worthless piece of shit. She wrenched the long tube of her ass with waves of contempt.
"You bastard!" she groaned.
"Aaaggghhh!" Ace felt his eyes open wide when clinging muscles worked their way up the shaft of his cock.
"Your friend fucks like a vibrator with a dead battery," Crystal said with a yawn. "I hope I can stay awake until it's your turn-"
"Damn you! A dead battery?" Ace flushed, stung by the insult as though she'd slapped him across the face. "I'll show you who has a dead battery! UUUNGH! AAAGH! MUUUPH!"
Crystal yawned again, still looking at Nate. "Have you got jumper cables in that tow truck?"
Ace was ramming his cock in and out like a piledriver. Nate could hardly keep from laughing. Brenda's stunned look of disbelief grew wider and more dazed. She couldn't believe that Crystal would taunt them like that. And she didn't know that Crystal was doing it to spare her pain and humiliation.
It didn't work exactly as Crystal had planned.
Ace could not ignore the tight, demanding spasms of her ass. He drove into her asshole with a grunt and followed with a flurry of quick fuck-thrusts.
"Uuungh!" Crystal moaned. "Hhhooooo!"
But Nate wasn't watching them. As she rocked back and forth, ripped by the frenzy of brutal assfucking, she caught glimpses of him between her legs. He kept eyeing Brenda in her long white gown.
Ace got angry when he noticed her glancing off to the side. He was whipping his cock in and out of her shitter as fast and hard as he possibly could. "Damn you, pay attention. Hhhaaargh! Hhhnnngh!"
Crystal thought, good. Now you know how it feels. But as the heat of burning friction increased, she quit thinking or caring about what might happen to the young bride. Right now it was happening to her!
Ace ran his hands down the slope of her thighs and into the V of her crotch, glaring ... locking his beady stare on her widening eyes.
"Dead battery, grunnnngh, my ass! Does that feel-hurrrungh-dead to you now?" He rammed in his cock and slid his hands inward, fingers pawing at the wet lips of her raised cunt slit.
"Nooooo!" she moaned. "God, NO!"
He circled her clit and twisted his thick cockshaft in the depths of her ass.
"Oooooh, nooooo!"
Brenda watched, swaying in a trance-like state, her eyes and the gaping O of her mouth growing wider with each powerful fuck-thrust. She saw Ace twist and squirm, grinding his rough mat of cock hair on the cheeks of Crystal's shapely ass, and the sight of their fucking brought up a writhing motion from deep inside her.
She watched Ace tense, his stout body shivering with delight. She heard his powerful grunt, then a long, hissing sigh. She could almost feel hot jism gushing from his cock. She knew it was. Brenda could count the urgent pulses of his balls.
White satin and lace rustled as she swayed more and more, dizzy from what she'd been forced to witness. Ace pumped cum up Crystal's ass, shot after burning shot. Brenda lost count of how many. The lusty gleam of satisfaction in his eyes held her attention now, the look of wild delight spreading across his face.
Brenda shivered in nervous anticipation, trying not to think how much it must hurt ... how degrading and disgusting it must feel to be bound and helpless and viciously raped in the ass. She remembered the size of his cock, the pulsing web of blue veins, and her own tiny fuck hole clamped and squirmed with rippled motions of disgust.
Ace let out a long, piercing wail as he fired his last shot, screwing his hand down on the juicy nub of Crystal's clit. Brenda watched her friend convulse, and could only think of the awful pain.
She watched Crystal's eyes glaze as though she'd suddenly gone blind, and she saw her lips part in a long, thin slit ... about to howl a terrible cry. Brenda's hands fluttered, jerking toward her face.
"I'm going to faint...." she gasped, and she slumped into Nate's waiting arms.
Unconscious in a nightmare world of pain and suffering, Brenda could not hear Crystal's wild scream of ecstatic joy.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Eeeeyyyyah! That's it!" Chuck cried. He felt the last stubborn strand of rope give way to the sharp-edged shard of amber glass. "We're free!"
"And not a second too soon!" Phil said. They could both hear the growling roar of an approaching flood. Both men scrambled up the steep bank on all fours, slipping and sliding back a foot for every two they were able to gain.
Being younger and stronger, Chuck reached the lip first. He drew himself up, pitched forward and rolled. He could see the water now, a white-frothed muddy brown wall.
Phil clung to an exposed root at the rim of the gulch. His other hand pawed in slick mud, frantically seeking something to grasp. Chuck grabbed his hand and pulled, dragging him up over the edge while snarling flood waters tore at his feet, trying to drag him back.
"That was close," Chuck agreed.
They both sat for a moment, rain dripping off their tortured faces while they tried to catch their breath.
"What do we do now?" Chuck asked.
Phil gave a long sigh. "Now that I can breathe, maybe I can think. The tow truck was right over there-"
"Maybe we can follow its tracks."
The older man gazed down at the deep mud all around. "In this? I doubt it. The rain must have washed all the tracks away."
It had. Under the trees where the truck had stopped they could see one faint, water-filled tire track, but two feet away it vanished in a sea of mud.
"There must be other signs ... broken limbs, rocks or bark that was scraped."
"That shit only works in western movies," Phil said bleakly. "Maybe a frontier scout could follow a trail like that, but we're both city people. I couldn't track a buffalo herd across a field of virgin snow-" He stopped abruptly, realizing that was exactly the wrong word to use. Virgin....
"Brenda...." Chuck said with a mixture of sadness and rage. "I've got to find her!"
"We should be able to find our way back to the road and follow that to the gas station."
"You don't think they'd go there, do you?"
"No, but somebody there might know where they went."
"Might ... that isn't much."
"I know, but right now, it's all we've got."
* * *
Nate caught Brenda beneath the arms and kept her from falling. His hard, bony hands spread over the firm mounds of tit encased in sleek white satin. His rigid cock pressed against the crack of her ass, throbbing with excitement after watching Ace fire his wet load into the other woman's shitter.
Brenda's eyes fluttered, dimly aware of long fingers curved around her tits, roughly squeezing tender flesh toward her nipples. She drifted out of the nightmare world and gazed dizzily at a scene worse than anything she'd imagined.
Ace stood before her, leering as he calmly wiped his cockshaft with a soft strip of silver fur cut from Crystal's beautiful coat. Finished, he threw it back into the heap beneath her. A sneer on his lips said, there, lady ... that's what I think of you and your fancy clothes. You're only fit for wiping my cock! Then he turned his leaden eyes on Brenda with a look that said the same or worse about her.
Nate kept one arm locked across Brenda's chest, milking the firm young tit on the far side while his other hand slid down the front of her dress to the satin covered canyon between her trembling legs.
"We gotta decide who goes first with her," he said, speaking the words almost in her ear.
She felt the rush of his hot breath, felt his fingers digging and probing the damp mound of her cunt.
"We could flip a coin," Ace said, intrigued by what he saw.
"Or we could let our little bride choose," Nate suggested. "It's her wedding night, and that young dude she married ain't here-"
"Yeah, ain't that a shame?" Ace looked at her with eyes that were like two holes. Dark, deep, empty holes.
"Since the groom ain't here, she'll go with the best man," Nate laughed. "She can suck both our cocks and decide which she likes best."
"Neither one is worth a shit!" Crystal said.
Ace and Note both glared.
"You never learn, do you, bitch?" Ace said. His eyes scanned the room for the whip.
"Don't let her bug you," Nate said. "She's jealous, that's all. Our little virgin bride had her choice of two nice cocks, and that hunk of bologna hanging on the wall won't have any."
"Who needs a shrunken prick like yours? I'm surprised you can even find it when you need to piss...."
Ace found the whip and swirled it around his feet.
"Go ahead!" Nate said. "Whip her ass and see if you can make it as big as her fucking mouth!"
Crystal tensed, her eyes darting, trying to follow the writhing long braid of the whip, smiling because she'd distracted them both again.
"Oh, Crystal ... don't," Brenda said. "You'll only make things worse!"
"She's right," Nate said, and he gave Brenda's heaving pussy mound a friendly squeeze.
Ace snapped his arm and sent the lash hissing toward Crystal's naked ass. She winced, clenching her muscles as it struck.
"Yyyyaaaah!" she howled, blinded by the pain.
"That's the choice you got," Nate said to the young bride locked in his snake-like grip. "You can have us ... or you can have your ass whipped."
"I want you," Brenda said with a sorrowful moan. "I mean, I want you both ... oh, I can hardly wait to choose!"
"And you," Nate said to Crystal, "you shut your fucking mouth, or we won't even let you watch!"
"Let her!" Brenda said in a suddenly strong voice. She'd sensed what Crystal was trying to do, draw all their lusty rage down on her. "I want her to see ... she thinks she's so much better than me!"
Nate's taut face eased into a grin. He knew the two women were trying to help each other, and he decided it would make them both better for what he and Ace had in mind for the long night ahead.
"I think our young bride is right. That other bitch should watch ... maybe learn to do something with her mouth besides snap like a fucking bitch."
"She can't see much with her head between her knees," Brenda said. "Why don't you let her feet down so she can get a real good look?"
Ace and Nate exchanged curious glances. They were both wise to Brenda's game, but thought it would be better for them if they played along.
"Why not?" Ace said with a shrug of his broad shoulders. He gave a sly grin that Brenda couldn't see while he untied the ropes binding Crystal's feet above her head.
Her feet hit the floor with a lifeless thump. Brenda pulled out of Nate's grasp and rushed to comfort her.
"You don't know what you're doing!" Crystal said in an urgent whisper.
"Yes, I do-I've sucked cock before. I like it. I like it a lot. And I know I can keep them both busy until Chuck and Phil can find us and bring help."
Crystal shuddered in despair. They hadn't told Brenda about the gulch flooding when it rained. She didn't know she might never see her young husband again.
"Come on," Nate said, grabbing her satin sleeve. "It's time you showed us all how good you can suck prick...."
* * *
Chuck saw it first, the rain-slicked ribbon of asphalt and the pair of muddy ruts where the tow truck had turned off to vanish in the woods.
"The gas station is that way," he said, pointing off into the gloom.
Heading down the last slope, they slanted toward the distant glow of the gas station's neon lights. They passed the little red sports car parked by the edge of the road, its top down, rain pouring in on the empty seats. Chuck tried the key, but it still wouldn't start.
"At least we can get some dry clothes!" he said brightly. They were both soaked to the skin and caked with mud.
He opened the trunk and the one suitcase in back. Because the car was small, he and Brenda had packed all their things in the one bag. When Chuck snapped it open, he saw her long, filmy white robe neatly folded on top. Wet drops of rain spattered the virgin white cloth, leaving ugly, slowspreading stains of dampness. It reminded him of cum ... it reminded him of Brenda, and of things he'd rather not think about.
"Bring the whole bag," Phil said. "We can change when we get to the station."
Connie Morris began to tally the day's receipts, anxious to close the station, go home and forget the whole damn mess. It had been a worse day than usual. She could tell that just by looking in the cash drawer.
Everybody who bought gas bitched about the price, like they thought she and her brother Nate might be getting rich. A dark look crossed her pretty face.
She thought somberly, we're going to have to let the place go. The month was almost over and they hadn't cleared enough to pay the rent.
"It's the shits!" Connie grumbled to herself as she slammed the cashbox lid. There wasn't enough in it to count. "No wonder Nate is so damn pissed all the time. First he gets fucked out of his job at Lost Lake, and now this!"
Connie was tall and slender like her brother, but better proportioned. Her lithe body had soft, feminine lines-jutting breasts, a narrow waist and flaring hips that showed even through the baggy coveralls she wore. She hated her greasy clothes and hated slopping around under the hoods of fancy cars, listening to people bitch at her like she was a bandit.
Maybe it's just as well, she thought. I can move to the city, get some nice clothes for a change, and a job where I can look and act like a woman ... a real woman! Her somber look brightened as she began snapping off the lights. A look of hope flashed in her eyes.
She went out the front door humming a little tune and turned to lock the door with her key. It was then she felt something thin and hard dig between her ribs.
"Back inside, mister!" a rough male voice said.
Mister! That does it. The sonuvabitch doesn't even know I'm a woman! Her long, gleaming black hair was all bunched under a greasy cap.
"The money is in a metal box in the top drawer," she said, letting the door swing open again.
"We don't want your damn money!" the rough voice said. "Just get your ass inside!" He prodded her with what she had to think was the barrel of a gun.
"What do you want then?" she asked nervously.
"Christ, it's a woman!" Chuck said. He had his first finger jammed in her ribs, pretending he had a gun.
"I thought sure it was him," Phil said in disgust. He reached up and jerked off Connie's cap, letting her shining hair spill free in long dark waves.
"Where is he?" Chuck wanted to know.
"Where's who?" she asked in a voice half choked with fear.
"The tall, skinny bastard who was pumping gas a few hours ago," Phil said.
"What ... what do you want him for?"
She thought she knew. When things started going bad, Nate and Ace worked out a way to run up the towing and repair business ... something Nate did to clog up the fuel line.
"I think he and his tow truck driver took our wives," Chuck said.
"Ooooh, God!" no
"Where is he?" Phil asked. "I-I don't know."
"Think real hard!" Chuck said. He pressed and twisted his finger in her ear. He was cold and hard enough to feel like gun metal.
"I told you-I don't know!"
But she had an idea-the old trapper's cabin on the ridge. She'd heard them talking and laughing in hushed tones about some other women they'd taken there. But she wasn't going to send two angry men after her own brother with a gun, no matter what he'd done. Besides, Connie thought the snotty bitch deserved it....
"She's lying," Phil said flatly.
His writer's instincts were at work, his eyes locked hard on hers. He could see it in the way her gaze shifted nervously.
"That's a damn fool thing to do," he told her. "That young man is supposed to be enjoying his wedding night. His cock is hard enough to pound nails. If you don't tell us where those bastards went, he just might start in on you-"
"Fuck off!" she hissed. She'd had enough shit from pompous old bastards like him to last the rest of her life.
"Oh, that was the wrong thing to say," Chuck told her. "This is my wedding night, remember, and I really want to fuck. I'm so horny I can't think of anything else!" He grabbed her shoulders and whirled her around to face him.
Her long, straight hair swirled like the black ill clouds raging overhead. Connie could see now that he didn't have a gun. He had both hands resting on her shoulders like heavy weights. But both men looked man enough to kill, and she wasn't about to tell them where Nate might have gone.
"He did it, didn't he? That skinny bastard fucked up our cars."
"Maybe," she said without thinking. It hadn't seemed wrong before. Everybody took from them, and when they got sick of it, they just started taking back. But the looks these two gave her sent shivers up her spine. "No!" I mean, I don't think so-"
"Bullshit!" Phil said. Then he studied her face. "You look a lot like him."
She nodded, trying to swallow a hard lump of fear swelling in her throat. "He's my brother," she admitted.
"She's some better-looking than the creep," Chuck said. "At least she's got tits." He grabbed the front of her coveralls, one hand on each side, and he pulled apart, popping open the snaps one by one.
"Damn you!" she growled, and she swung a looping right hand for the side of Chuck's jaw. It was thrust out in rage and made a nice target. But he jerked up his arm and deflected the blow. She countered by driving a left like a piston into his gut.
"Unnnngh...." Chuck slumped back and doubled both hands into fists.
"Don't mess up her face," Phil cautioned him.
"I like to see a woman smile when we fuck!"
"I'll fuck your head with this if you take one step!" she warned. Connie had grabbed a heavy steel wrench off the top of the desk.
Chuck just laughed. "I like the way her tits jiggle when she talks."
"Think what they'll do when she screams," Phil said. He began edging around, trying to get behind her.
Connie's head swayed, trying to watch both of them at once. Phil grabbed a truck tire leaning against the wall and rolled it toward her. She leaped aside and crashed into Chuck's outstretched arms.
"Huunngh!" he said, squeezing her hard in a bear hug, pinning both arms to her sides.
Phil came up from behind and plucked the wrench from her hand.
"Bastards!" she hissed. "Both of you!"
Holding her against him and feeling her ripe young body squirm brought a sudden, throbbing stiffness to Chuck's cock. It lanced up hard between them, shivering under his wet clothes, bulging the mud-smeared fly of his tuxedo pants.
He ran his hands up the front of her coveralls and pulled again, popping snaps all the way down to her crotch. Taut, sharply pointed tits bulged in a tight-fitting T-shirt underneath. She wasn't wearing a bra, and they could see the wide, dotted rings of dark flesh around her nipples.
Connie jerked a hand around and scratched for Chuck's eyes. He swatted the claw of her hand away and pulled the coveralls down to her waist, binding her tangled arms to her sides.
Phil stepped in then and grabbed her arms from behind. "I'll hold her, you strip her clean!" he said.
Chuck answered with a grunt. His hands slid down the flat of her heaving midsection. Her hips pitched violently back and forth, tense with the cold energy of fear.
"Looks like fuck motions to me," he said.
He pulled open the side zipper on a snug-fitting pair of slacks and peeled them off her hips. She wasn't wearing panties either. The dense bush of black hair above her cunt burst suddenly into view, already damp and gleaming with the sweat from her struggles.
Chuck could feel his heart beat in the head of his cock. If Brenda hadn't sucked him off on the road, he'd be spurting already. Connie's struggles excited him wildly, and his anger brought a burning strain to his long prickshaft. He left her clothes bunched around her feet, figuring that would slow her down if she decided to try anything cute.
"We'd better tie her up," Phil said. "I'm not sure how much longer I can hold her!"
"Good idea ... but with what?" Chuck looked around the small office cubicle and saw nothing they could use. "Wait...."
There were inner tubes neatly boxed on the accessory shelves. He opened the carton and took one out, shaking the black rubber into a wide O.
Chuck doubled it into twin, overlapping loops and slid them over her head. He had to tug it down over her shoulders. The girl strained and thrashed, almost breaking free of Phil's grasp.
"It won't hold her," Phil warned. "Too loose around her waist!"
"Wait!"
Chuck ducked out the door and came back dragging the air hose from the pump island. He found the valve behind her back and capped it, thumbing the button to jet a hissing blast of air into the slack tube. It swelled like an enormous black snake tightening its flexible coils around her.
"Oooooh, shit!" she cried. The swelling rubber chafed her skin, pulling tighter and tighter until her arms were rigidly pinned.
Phil released his grasp as the black bands puffed and clamped on her sleek white skin. He stepped back laughing, amused by the young man's imagination. But his laughter suddenly turned brittle and cold.
"Let's ram that air hose up her ass and blow shit out of her ears!" he said. "Noooo!" she pleaded.
They looked mad enough to do it. Her tits bulged above the top band on the inflated tube. Her glossy cunt mound trembled below.
"I'll tell you where I think they are. There's an older trapper's cabin on the ridge ... a dirt road goes to it up the back-"
Connie Morris went on with detailed directions, but it was as if Chuck couldn't hear her. He stepped back with his wet lips wide in a lewd grin. He shrugged off the ruined jacket of his tux and then slowly began unbuttoning his ruffled shirt.
Phil mirrored his grin and nodded approval. The girl stared, eyes wide when she saw the heated swelling of Chuck's cock. He stood before her, stroking his prick with fluid motions of his hand.
"Whhh-what are you going to do?"
"You don't know?" His mouth became a slit, his laugh a bitter cackle. "This is my wedding night. Remember?"
CHAPTER NINE
Nate got the handcuffs from the pocket of the yellow slicker, smiling as he clicked open their gleaming steel jaws. Ace grabbed Brenda's elbows and clamped them together with one hairy hand behind her back.
"No!" she said with a shrill cry, fearful of restraint. It had been horrible, chained in the car. She thought frantically. "I-I want to use my hands. I want to stroke your beautiful cocks and milk your balls when you cum in my mouth."
"Bullshit!" Ace replied. "You might try to mash them like your bitch friend did over there."
He kept his grasp tight, and his strong fingers dug into sleek white satin until Nate snapped the handcuffs on her wrists. One of the sharpedged handcuffs nicked her skin and drew a gleaming drop of blood as it clicked shut.
"Hhhmmm, look at that!" Ace said, wetting his lips with snake-like flicks of his tongue. "One ruby drop of sweet virgin blood. Think what'll come when we pop her cherry!" He bowed down and hungrily licked her wrist, savoring the salty taste.
Crystal laughed in bitter scorn. "Sorry, shithead ... I popped her in the car, and I licked her clean!"
She tried to wiggle the long first finger of her right hand where it was tied above her head. To her surprise, she found it would hardly move. Ace hadn't been shitting her, the rawhide bands had pulled tighter already.
"You scheming bitch!"
Ace thrust the trembling young bride sideways so violently that she almost fell. His eyes narrowed, glaring coldly at the woman bound to the wall.
"I'm gonna-"
"Ace, just cool it. Can't you see? She's trying to rile you again," Nate said. He caught Brenda by the arm and steadied her. "Even if she did get in with her skinny finger, what's it matter? If our little bride ain't felt a real cock, she's still a virgin in every way that counts. "I guess so...."
But the smoldering anger hadn't faded from his gaze.
"You just better hope the little lady in all that white picks me," he said to Crystal. "If she don't, I'm gonna turn your face to the wall and whip your ass until both sides match!"
"No fair!" Nate complained. "You're trying to influence her decision. "If you don't pick me, I'll whip her even worse!" he said to Brenda.
She cowered, trembling in his steely grasp. It all seemed so horrible now. She didn't want to suck either one of them, but she had no choice. She could only choose between bad and worse. But poor Crystal, the way she was tied, she had no choice at all....
"Down on your knees, baby!"
Nate jerked on her arm, tilting her to one side. Ace pulled down on the other, forcing her to her knees. Her long white gown rustled and settled on the floor like waves of drifted snow.
Brenda thought bleakly of her wedding ceremony only a few short hours before. She and Chuck had both knelt and prayed for a long and happy life together, a life of blessed joy. A life-sized statue of Jesus Christ had smiled down on her, arms outstretched in welcome.
Everything now was an obscene mockery of that treasured memory. She knelt the same way, but she was praying anxiously for strength and courage.
Two figures loomed above her, both with arms outstretched-a kind of lewd double-vision nightmare view. Their outstretched arms ripped and clawed at the front of her dress, popping off buttons as they laid her tits bare.
Their two cocks poked and prodded at her blushing cheeks, both eager to be first inside her quivering lips. Nate cupped his hands on her tits and worked his thumbs in rough, demanding spirals of lust. Ace tore at her elaborate crown of auburn hair, pulling out pins and tugging to let long, gleaming curls spill free.
That added to the horror. She had imagined Chuck doing that ... gently and tenderly removing her dress, toying softly with her hair and caressing the sleek copper waves. She felt like damaged merchandise being pawed on a bargain table the first day of a big sale.
Crystal let out an anguished moan of sympathy, but none of them could hear. Then she sighed. It didn't matter what she felt; there was nothing she could do. Nothing at all ... except watch and wish they were doing it to her.
Nate kept up his insistent mauling of Brenda's tits, twisting his thumbs until her nipples burned, drawing her body strongly toward him. Ace tangled his hands in her cascade of auburn hair and tugged her head toward him. Brenda began to feel like the rope in a lewd and vicious tug-of-war.
The two stood side-by-side like obscene Siamese twins, both cocks throbbing, aching with desire.
She could feel the heat of their swollen prick heads when they thrust and stabbed at her cheeks, both maneuvering to get nearer her mouth. Brenda began to think if she sucked either one she would puke.
Timidly, she stuck out her tongue, flicking it back and forth so fast that neither of them could tell for sure who she touched first. A rank taste filled her mouth. Her head reeled back, her eyes clamped shut.
"Yuunnngh!" she groaned.
"If she can't make up her mind, we'll stuff them both in her mouth at once!" Nate said.
Brenda gulped. The only thing she could think of worse than sucking one of their foul, stinking cocks was being forced to suck both of them at once. With her eyes still clamped tightly shut and her soft lips spread wide, she swayed back and forth rapidly between them and then dove forward, searching blindly with her gaping mouth.
"Huuuhhh!"
It was Nate's startled cry she heard, his thick, hairy cock she felt pulse between her lips. But before the sound of his delighted voice had filled the room, she slurped her lips and darted to the other side.
Seeing Brenda on her knees in that ruffle of pearly white, Ace couldn't help thinking of his mother. The only picture he had of her was in her wedding gown, standing beside his father, both of them smiling and holding hands. Shit, he couldn't remember a time in real life when he'd seen the two of them smile at the same time.
His dad punched cattle twelve hours a day on the Rocking R Ranch, all the time saving his money and dreaming of the time when he could buy a little spread of his own. Ma did nothing but bitch about wanting fancy clothes, eating dinner out and a shiny new car. Then one day she ran off with a slick salesman who came through town twice a month selling tools to the local hardware store. She left his dad a two-line note ... and she took every dime he'd saved in all those years.
The old man pined away for a week, drinking himself sick, hoping she'd come back. Then one night he leaned his head over the barrel of a shotgun and blew his brains through the ceiling of their bedroom.
It happened years ago, when Ace was just a kid, but he couldn't forget the sight. Nor would he forget what he'd vowed then ... that no damn woman would ever get the best of him.
Brenda hated the thought of sucking their cocks, but she knew whatever else they had in mind would be worse. She took a deep breath and tensed her nerves, forcing her mouth to open in a soft O.
Ace felt it first, clinging and pulling at the heavy red knob of his cock.
Then she turned quickly to Nate and swallowed his whole stump-like prickshaft, gulping and churning her lips until his cockhair twitched and scraped beneath her nose. Nate hardly had time to utter a gasp of joy. She spread her lips, letting his cock go.
Then she turned back to Ace again, flicking at the slit of his cock with swift, darting strokes of her tongue."
"Huuuuunngh!" she groaned.
The taste seemed less bitter now. It still burned in her mouth, but it was like brandy-after the first sharp sting, Brenda began to feel a warming glow. It seeped deep inside and made her pussy squirm.
Crystal's probing finger had only awakened the savage desire she had fought so long to control. If things had gone as they planned, she and Chuck would be at Lost Lake by now, naked and locked in each other's arms. Her cunt wouldn't feel the empty sorrow it did now.
Nate jerked his hips when she turned back to him, jamming her soft lips full. He was tense, straining already, the way she had always imagined Chuck's cock would be when it first touched the damp, restless slit of her cunt.
Ace seemed to have more control. That was how she'd thought Phil might be. And she had thought of him. He was so devilishly handsome and distinguished. Brenda liked Crystal, loved the way that woman sucked cunt, and drooled when she thought of that elegant silver mink coat. She'd wanted so much to wear it while she was fucking Phil ... just to see what that side of life might be like.
Brenda felt nagging waves of guilt when the thought first crossed her mind ... fucking another man on her honeymoon. The idea was outrageous ... and sinfully delicious. She knew the beautiful fur lay in shreds at Crystal's feet, but maybe-just maybe, Brenda thought, I'll still have a chance at that silver-haired husband of hers.
The way her thoughts strayed made sucking the two strange cocks easier for her. If her arms had been free, she'd have taken one set of balls in each hand and teased them lightly with her fingertips. Her arms jerked toward their swaying balls, and Brenda felt the unyielding bite of cold stainless steel. A chilling shock of pain snapped her mind back to reality.
Her head rolled, her eyes gazed up and the long veil pitched off on to the dirty floor. Both of them glared down, their eyes ablaze, wanting ... no demanding more. Her eyes flashed between them and soon, Brenda knew, she would have to choose between them. She would have to pick which raging cock would be first to sink deep and spurt in her soft virgin cunt....
* * *
Chuck gave Connie a shove and tumbled her backward across the desk. Her legs spread as wide as the clothes bunched around her ankles would allow as she struggled to maintain some kind of balance, rocking back and forth in the strangling embrace of the inflated tube. Her black-furred cunt bounced up and down, almost like it was begging to be fucked.
Chuck's first instinct was to turn away. Shit, this was his wedding night. He'd held his God damned boiling cum all this time, thinking about Brenda. Now he stared into another wet pussy slit and all his long-restrained desires came surging up.
It wasn't the first time. He'd felt the same thing when he saw-what was her name?-Crystal, at the gas station. A mature, serene, smiling older woman. She was so poised, so confident ... so fucking sexy-looking, smothered in all that shining silver fur.
He'd have fucked her right there in the front seat of her car if he could. He still might ... he still wanted to, if the four of them ever got to Lost Lake. He'd seen a look in her eyes, a restless yearning. She'd tried to hold it back, but Chuck still knew it was there.
He saw the same thing in the eyes of this raven-haired bitch whose pussy was bobbing up and down before his eyes.
"Go ahead," Phil urged. He wanted her, too. He thought that watching the young man fuck her would make his cock swell harder than it was now.
"I've-I've never done it before," Chuck said sheepishly. "I've been waiting for Brenda."
"Well, you can be God damned sure that Brenda isn't waiting for YOU! Go on, fuck her! Fuck her good!"
"Yes," Connie moaned, still writhing in the tube. "Do...."
* * *
"I want you!" Brenda purred. She'd just drawn her lips back from the thick, hairy root of Nate's cock. The pungent smell of his prick, the raging power she felt each time her lips closed and writhed snake-like toward the knobby cocktip excited her.
Ace cried, "You cheating whore!"
The soft pull of her lips had made his long cockrod burn as it never had before. He wanted her virgin pussy. He'd teased and coaxed her with soft, loving strokes, easing himself in and out of her trembling mouth ... and the cocksucking cunt went for a prick that slammed into her like a battering ram!
Nate leered in triumph, lifted her and guided her toward the bunk. The spraddled legs of it creaked when Nate stretched out on his back, his enormously thick cocklance jutting up from a tangle of coarse black hair.
"Sit on it," he commanded her. "You can reach behind you even with your hands cuffed and guide that big fucker in...."
Brenda moved cautiously, fearful that she might lose her balance and fall off the creaking old bunk. She felt awkward and unsteady with her hands cuffed behind her back. But in a way, she was grateful for the biting metal bands. Being in bondage eased her nagging conscience.
Sucking two cocks at the same time had really turned her on. The stubborn, prudish part of her mind still rebelled at the thought of what she had done, and was about to do. But with her wrists tightly locked in chiseling steel, Brenda could honestly tell herself, There is nothing else I can do. Actually, there was nothing else that she wanted to do.
She straddled Nate's long, thin legs below his knees and began inching forward. Her whole body tingled with nervous energy. Fear had started her heart racing, and the rapid beat continued, but now it filled her with a lusty glow. The burning warmth of desire spread quickly. She'd waited too long as it was, and could not wait any longer.
Her cunt had become a seething pit. It started when she sucked Chuck's cock in the car. The restless yearning grew stronger when she had felt Crystal's finger digging inside her cunt. Now a wild, raw hunger blazed in the depths of her pussy. It pulsed and squeezed and silently coughed up heated oils of anticipation.
"I want it," she groaned in complete submission. "I want your big, thick cock!"
She had crawled near it by then, near enough to feel radiating heat on the sensitive puff of her drooling cunt lips.
She inched forward again, pressing his thick root flat against his loins, holding it and smothering it with the sultry wetness of her eager cunt.
"Hhhuuunnnngh," Nate moaned expectantly.
Brenda's green eyes twinkled with delight. She beamed him a sly grin. She'd been mischievous ever since she was a child. A prankster. Never involved in anything serious, but always up to something sly.
Her favorite stunt was changing the signs on the rest rooms the first day of school. Kids who'd been going to the school went to the right one out of habit; they didn't even read the signs. New kids went by the signs and walked into the wrong John.
One new guy she remembered walked into a girls' can, not realizing where he was. He had his cock whipped out before he even glanced around. She remembered how all the other girls screamed and blushed and turned their heads ... after they'd taken a good long look. Brenda knew she was different right then. She didn't scream or turn her head, and the warm blush she felt was raging desire.
She ground herself down on the massive cock flattened beneath her, pulsing her thick soft cunt lips and then relaxing, sighing, absorbing his deliciouls warmth.
"Bitch!" Ace growled. He glared in envy and scanned the floor for the whip.
Unaware, Brenda inched forward again and Nate's cock leaped up behind her back. She could feel it hot and wet with cunt oil, pressed into the sleek crack of her ass.
She had to dig through waves of white satin to find it. Her long gown was bunched around her knees, pulled up in front and trailing out far behind. The smooth satin rustled and slid beneath her probing fingers.
"HHHAAA!" Nate said, impatient with the delay.
He wished now he'd ripped her damn dress off, but there was something wildly exciting about having this bitch so hot to fuck while she was still in her wedding gown.
He reached up and grabbed her tits while she dug frantically for his cock. He felt the glowing warmth of her firm young tits, and he felt the slithering softness of sleek white satin. The sharp contrast made him squirm with delight.
Brenda's nipples tensed and swelled in Nate's excited hands. She had to arch herself backward to grip his cock with her cuffed hands. That gave her tits a haughty thrust. Her nipples lunged like lance points, and he ground on them with fast, revolving strokes of his thumbs.
"Hhhhooo!" she gasped, pitching back and forth with each sweeping spiral of his hands. She gripped his cock and held it for support, hoping the sudden violence of his thrashing body would not buck her off on the floor.
Crystal watched with a bemused grin, wondering if Nate could keep his huge cannon from firing until the anxious young bride could get it inside her cunt. Then she caught a glimpse of Ace from the corner of her eye, a darting sweep of his strong right arm. He found the whip and snatched it up.
"Brenda!" She screeched a warning cry, "No...." She knew it was too late.
To the fumbling young bride, it sounded like her mother's nagging voice. She was always telling her, "Brenda ... no!" In fact, when she was very small, she'd told a new neighbor that her name was Brendano. It all sounded like one word to her. Well, she didn't have to listen any more Brenda raised Nate's cock, aiming it like a missile at the tight, silky wet slit of her cunt. She reared up, tensing and holding her breath, then she threw herself down on him with one swift, decisive move. The long whip hissed behind her at the same instant.
Nate's cock parted the dampened lips of her pussy like a hot knife cutting through butter. Her creamy fluids gushed and slithered down his cockshaft. The narrow, tightly clamped walls of her cunt strained with delightful tension as she felt the hot prick sink in-bulling its way through the remains of her cherry.
Brenda felt something tear ... a deep, sharp and thrilling moment of pain, Nate's huge prick had just demolished the last trace of her leathery little virgin's seal. Then the whip struck from behind and she yelped a piercing cry.
Nate thought the sound all came from the ripping power of his thick cock. His chest swelled with pride and joy. He bucked and rammed in deeper still, grunting as he arched beneath her and twisted his hairy loins against her rudely parted pussy lips.
She screamed, stabbed from below and ripped up the back with double shocks of burning pain. The heavy black lash went straight up her back like another spine, splitting the sheer back of her gown.
Brenda writhed from the sting of the whip, grinding herself down on Nate's eager prick. She could feel its thick, vein-ridged side grate on the tattered fringes of her broken cherry. The pain of that was exquisite! She trembled with aching joy until the sharp lash struck again.
"YYYYAAAAACK!" She pitched forward, arms thrashing and clanking in the steel cuffs. More of the sheer cloth split and a blazing red welt appeared to mark where it had been. "Oooh, God!"
The shoulders of her white gown slumped as the back was ripped away. Her long sleeves slid down her arms with a soft rustle like a sigh of regret. But Brenda whooped from the heat of forbidden delight and quickly shook her arms, bunching the cloth around her chained wrists.
For Nate, it was the wildest fuck he'd ever had. He had wondered about letting her get on top, wondered if she'd be able to spear her own virgin cunt and fuck like she really knew how. He didn't have to wonder any more.
Brenda had her doubts too. As much as she had thought and dreamed about fucking at last, she wondered if she could really turn it on. The snapping whip left her no choice. Each time it struck, her entire body shivered with wincing pain.
The men both knew-and Brenda would soon learn-the outward signs of intense pain and extreme pleasure are almost exactly the same, difficult to tell apart.
The sting of the whip sent Brenda's body into writhing torment. It tightened the wild constrictions in her cunt, and that increased her pleasure. Her tender skin tingled with joy ... and that made the next lash of the whip sting even more.
Her mind whipsawed back and forth, reeling from one sharp extreme to the other. But in torment or in delight, her shrill cries all sounded alike. Soon, not even she could tell them apart. Her emotions boiled, her breath came in steaming gasps. Her cunt seethed with tremors of joyous delight, while the spreading pattern of welts up her back blazed like a fire burning out of control.
"Hhhhooo, God!" she moaned. "I'm going to cum!"
That would do it. A climax sparked by a deeply rooted cock would make her a real woman at last.
* * *
Chuck rammed into Connie Morris with the wild excitement that can only come with a first-time fuck. It didn't matter now that it wasn't Brenda who gasped from the searing pain. In fact, it was better. He had no reason to hold anything back.
He threw all his weight on her, thrusting savagely with his hips, compressing the twin inflated bands around her, binding her arms to her sides. Her tense fingers clawed her own thighs. She could reach nothing else, and she felt an overpowering need to scratch like a cat.
"Hunnngh!" she groaned.
She could feel her pussy mound bounce, driven down by each demanding fuck-thrust, then bounced back up by the elastic inner tube. It was crazy! Like a waterbed, but better.
Her cunt became a slithering vise of wet friction. It didn't matter that she hated the sonuvabitch; she loved his cock. It was thick and hard, and hotter than any she had ever felt. And why not? It was his wedding night.
She grinned up at him and said, "Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Pretend I'm your-uhgh!-pretty young bride!"
Then her smile grew wider and the rocking violence of her responses increased. She knew her cunt could do things no timid little virgin would ever think of.
Connie began tight, wavering pulses deep inside, slow tremors that strangled the head of his cock and crawled up the prickshaft like a coiled snake.
"HHHAAA!" Chuck gasped.
Even though Brenda had sucked him off in the car not long ago, he felt boiling tension in his balls again. They swelled and slapped against the inside of Connie's thighs, jarred up and down by the rocking motion of the inflated tube.
"More!" she begged him. "Drive your cock in before it spurts! Harrrgh! Uuunk! Hhhhhooo, YEAH!"
She felt his whole body stiffen from the force of exploding joy. Her own muscles all flexed at the same moment, and the hands bound to her sides left four burning claw marks on each of her thighs.
"Oooooh, good!" she moaned. "I can feel hot cum! God, it's like a burning flood. I-I never knew two balls could hold so much! Wwwwhhhoo! AAAGGGGHHH!"
The gushing flood came faster, like the one that nearly swept Chuck and Phil to their deaths. The fear and excitement of that had given his body strength, charged it full of raging emotions.
Chuck pumped with his hips, driving and twisting, wanting to hurt. But she responded with even more furious spasms of mad desire. The frenzy of insane lust had gripped them both. They screamed and wailed and locked their bodies in writhing spasms of delight.
Though separated from Chuck by several miles, a raging storm and the dark of the night, Brenda cried almost exactly the same sounds at precisely the same moment. Neither of them knew it yet, but they had managed to climax together on the first night of their disrupted honeymoon.
CHAPTER TEN
Brenda gave a long sigh when the writhing motions in her cunt had wrung the last drop of cum from Nate's balls.
He took a long breath and settled back, and a look of dreamy contentment spread across his face.
Ace hardly gave her a moment to catch her breath. He dropped the long whip and barged forward, arms reaching, hands clawing at the tatters of her long white gown.
"You sure as shit don't need this any more!" he said. "You ain't a virgin or a bride any more, baby ... you are a fucking woman!"
"I know...." That impish grin from her childhood days crept across her face again.
"And I'm ready to see how fucking good you are," he said, grabbing her by the arm, lifting her, pulling her away from Nate, who was now too tired to care.
"Wha-what are you doing?"
Brenda had assumed they would use the bed, but Ace was dragging her across the room. He pushed her forward until she crashed into a study table and bent over it at the waist, baring her ass just below her handcuffed wrists.
"Ooooh, nooooo!"
"Honey, I Figure that's the only virgin fuck hole you've got left."
"Yes, but-" She didn't even want to think about having his big cock rammed up her ass. A doctor had once taken her temperature that way, and even the tiny little thermometer had hurt.
She gazed back, with shivers running up her spine. Her long white dress was scattered in shreds, ruined like Crystal's beautiful mink coat. Brenda stood naked, bent at the waist and quaking with fear all over again.
Ace stood behind her, his hairy chest heaving with gasps of delight. "You got the prettiest little shithole I ever saw!"
Brenda squirmed uncomfortably, feeling him draw near. She didn't have the courage to turn her head. She knew his cock was flaming hot. She'd seen it when he pushed her across the room, lunging and bouncing as hard, thick and dark as the handle of the whip.
"Your little ass is so pretty, I just might kiss it!" Ace said. "Rich bastards been making me kiss ass all my life ... but this is the first time I really wanted to!"
"Hhhoooo?"
The thought of that was deliciously exciting. Brenda felt her mouth begin to water and the tight clamp of her shapely ass begin to squirm in anticipation.
He dropped on his knees behind her, reached out with a heavy tongue and gave her ass a quick swipe. His wet tongue ran up the crack of her ass.
"Hhhmmmmm-HMMMMM! It even tastes good!" he said in surprise.
It should, she thought. It was wet with fuck oil sloshed back from the slit of her cunt by the furious pounding of Nate's thick cock. Ace dove back, stroking harder this time, thrusting with the wet rasp of his tongue as it swept over her darkly puckered asshole.
"Wwwwhhhaaaaa?"
Brenda's mind now reeled with a new kind of delightful confusion. First, Ace had whipped her with a fierce lash of braided leather. Now, his gentle tongue was softly caressing her ass. None of it made sense ... but all of it felt so extremely good!
She began to sway her hips in time with his rhythmic tongue-strokes. She found her ass to be even more excitable than her cunt. Brenda could feel seething spasms of desire in her asshole. Even more surprising, the urgent heat of yearning began to spread.
Her cunt had just been fucked to a searing climax. It overflowed with creamy hot jism. She could feel cum dribbling down her leg. But she could feel demanding pulses of need begin to work again.
"Oooh?" It was a delightful kind of torture.
It worked on Crystal the same way ... but distantly, like one of those model airplanes flown by remote control. She'd watched Brenda ride Nate's burly cock, joyously bouncing up and down, and her whipped pussy began to ache with deep-reaching desire. Now she watched her squirm, bent over the table, wild with the discovery of new pleasure. Crystal couldn't stand being just a spectator any more. She strained at the rawhide binding her outstretched arms to the wall.
"Nate ... get off your ass and give me a good fuck!" Crystal screamed.
He gaped at her, his look of satisfaction fading quickly. "When did you start giving orders?"
"When did you stop wanting to fuck?"
"God damn!" He rolled off the creaking bunk, shaking his head while a twisted grin formed on his lips. "I swear, you damn women just never learn. A man don't like to be told what to do."
"Ooooh," she said in mocking sympathy.
His cock began to swell. The drying thongs had pulled tighter, stretching the supple bands of muscle that supported her tits. They jutted more proudly than ever, with nipples thick, hard and ripe for sucking.
"You're supposed to ask, not give orders," he said.
"Fuck me!" she wailed. Crystal could feel the increased tension as the rawhide thongs pulled tighter. "Pleeeease fuck meeeee?" Her voice had a pleading quiver.
To ease the terrible, constant and increasing pressure on her bound wrists, Crystal would have said or done anything he wanted.
"Women have always made me crawl," he told her. "Had to play their silly games ... take them places, spend my money, tell them that I loved them."
Crystal nodded, swirling waves of her dark, silver-streaked hair. "Weeks on end, I'd have to settle for nothing but a puny kiss ... a little peck no better'n what I'd get from my own sister."
"I've never been like that," she said defensively.
"Shit, no! I'll bet you haven't. You and your fucking fancy fur coat ... you wouldn't even talk to me if you weren't strung up there, stretching like the hide of a fox drying in the sun."
With a shudder, Crystal realized that he was right. Nate was tall, gaunt and thin. Nothing about him would have excited her. When they filled up with gas, she'd hardly noticed him ... wouldn't have noticed him at all if he hadn't made a grab for her, pretending to be so polite.
Nate bent down, slowly extending his lanky arm, and picked up the whip Ace had discarded.
"You fine, rich ladies are all alike," he said in a sneering voice.
"I'm no fine lady!" she cried in bitter torment. "A week ago I was driving a damn catering truck, selling sandwiches and hot coffee on the street-"
"Sure!" He laughed in total disbelief. Stepping forward, Nate kicked the tattered remains of her luxurious mink aside. "You didn't get that selling sandwiches-if you were selling anything on the street, baby, I know what it was." His cold leer settled on the whipped dome of her cunt mound.
"I'm not a fine lady, and I'm not a whore either ... I'm a woman that's all. Why don't you treat me like one?"
"I'm gonna treat you like I've been treated," he said, with cold, narrow eyes locked hard on hers. "I'm gonna make you beg and crawl-" He whirled the whip around suddenly, without even a blink of concern, and rammed the knobbed handle into the pit of her stomach.
"HHHAAAGGGH!" she gushed, twisted with pain, drawing her knees up until all her weight hung on her tortured wrists.
Nate backed off, letting the long black whip trail across the rough floor.
Ace ignored it all. With his face buried in the musky crack of Brenda's ass, he could think of nothing else, even though Nate backed right by him ... even when the swishing lash of the whip brushed his leg.
He darted forward, spearing the young girl's asshole with his tongue, driving and hooking it inside until he could feel her squirm.
"Huuuunnnnngh!" Brenda said.
"HHHAAAYYYYEEEE!" Crystal screamed.
Ace looked up then, his ears still ringing from the harsh crack of the whip. Nate wasn't so skilled with it. He'd hit her harder than he really meant to and left a long, raw, blood-seeping wound up the middle of her chest. Ace shrugged and went back to attacking Brenda's bare ass.
Brenda gave soft cries, some in response to the pain she knew Crystal must feel, some to answer the tingling waves of joy rising from the taut sleeve of her shithole. She could feel Ace digging in, hooking and twisting his tongue until the sensation of squirming delight was almost more than she could stand. But she spread the fingers of her cuffed hands and caressed his cheeks, silently pleading for more.
Crystal cowered against the wall, knees trembling, lips moving in breathless pleas. Tears streaked her cheeks like ribbons of silver, and Brenda knew by the look in her eyes that she had been tamed at last. She wished she could go and comfort her, but the power of Ace's demanding tongue kept her glued to the tabletop, unable to speak.
"Let me hear how much you love me," Nate said.
"I-I love you." Crystal's voice was hardly more than a whisper.
"Shit ... I can't hear you!"
He flicked the long braided lash along the floor toward her feet, letting it just nip at her toes as a reminder of what it could do.
"I LOVE YOU!"
It took all her breath. With the words out, her head fell limp and silvered hair spilled across her shoulders.
"And you don't want me just for my body-" Nate went on taunting her, feeling now like the puppet-master who pulled all the strings.
"No," she said earnestly. Her mind reeled, unable to believe what it heard. "You're so much fun to be with ... so witty and charming...." Her voice trailed off. If she went on, she thought she might choke.
"That's better," Nate said grimly. "But not good enough."
Crystal answered with a shiver and a moan. Over Nate's shoulder she could see Ace rising to his feet, positioning his enormous cockhead in the slit of Brenda's ass, working it up and down to enrage her sense of tingling desire.
"FUUUUUUCK MEEEEEE!" both women screamed at once.
Crystal went on, whimpering in a soft voice of total submission. "Don't tease any more, pleeeeease!"
The cold, sinister look in Nate's eyes softened as his cock swelled harder. He and Ace exchanged brief glances, both beaming in triumph. Then they both stepped forward and rammed in their cocks.
"HHHHOOOOOO!" Crystal said with a gasp of joy.
"HHHEEEEEY!" Brenda's cry was more one of shock. It wasn't the pain she felt. It was surprise-surprise that what she had feared felt so good.
Their chorus of grunts and moans completely drowned out the sound of pouring rain. It excited Brenda to hear Crystal's delighted cries, excited her even more when she managed to turn her head and watch her friend writhe, weightless and free.
Crystal lost all sense of bondage. The tight thongs still bound her wrists to the wall, but with her weight suspended as it was, her lower body began to move in ways that even she never could have imagined before.
Tense, quivering motions began deep in her cunt. She wanted to match the feeling of slow, mounting stress that came with the pull of shrinking leather. It was a delightful agony she felt compelled to share. After all, it was her wedding night. After her searing climax, she had only one thing left to wonder ... could the older man she'd married keep up the almost insane level of wild delight that Nate and Ace had begun?
* * *
When Phil Vance felt the first urgent throb of his cock, he cracked a wary grin. It seemed almost too good to be true. But the feeling came again, the surging press of warmth and swelling power. Watching the young couple fuck, the two of them twined and wailing cries of joy, brought all the strength of youthful lust rushing to stiffen his long cockshaft.
But, shit ... he'd watched other people fuck before, and it never affected him like this. It was the excitement of the whole experience, a raging snarl of intense emotions. First, anger when his wife and Chuck's young bride were taken captive. The frustration when he found himself bound and helpless in the bottom of the dry gulch, and chilling fear when he heard the roar of an approaching flood.
His heart had never beaten faster than when scrambling up that steep, muddy slope. The gushing breath of relief he felt left him panting when he finally pitched over the edge only seconds before the flash flood. Thinking back now, he realized his cock had started to swell then!
Tension mounted as they picked their way down the muddy mountainside, their tempers flaring, hearts thundering louder than the storm. The shiver of nervous excitement he felt when they thought they'd caught one of those men-the shock and the lewd delight of discovering it was his sister, instead. It was all so wildly exciting. And now all those intense feelings had concentrated themselves in his aching cock. His prick felt like a ticking bomb, just waiting to explode.
His whole life before that had been a stupid bore. A lot of people he'd met, especially women, thought that being a writer must be exciting-a life of glamour packed with one thrill after another. BULLSHIT!
The only excitement was in his mind, the imaginary adventures tapped out on an old typewriter, fingers drumming as steadily and as monotonously as rain on the gas station roof.
No wonder his cock had begun to shrivel. He never really DID anything. He'd lived inside his imagination. Well, fuck that! From now on, I'm going to live!
These thoughts helped him understand the two men who'd captured his wife Crystal and Brenda.
Brenda ... Phil still wanted to fuck her sweet young cunt. The difference was, now he knew he was going to do it, not just daydream and try to imagine what her tight little pussy slit would be like.
"Let's go," Phil said when Chuck rolled off the girl bound in the tightly inflated inner tube. "I'll drive. There's an old pickup back of the station."
"Don't you want a crack at this little bitch?"
"No, I'd rather find my wife ... and yours," he added.
Phil grinned. Chuck didn't yet know how he meant that.
The road Nate's sister had pointed out to them was a pair of muddy ruts winding up a steep hill, twisting through the trees.
Phil kept his foot down hard on the gas while his hands fought the wheel, lurching and skidding, trying to keep the truck under some control. On one sharp curve, the rear end skidded around and slammed into a tree.
"Jeeezus Christ, slow down!" Chuck gasped as Phil hit the gas again, mindless of the crash.
"Never again!" he said. The truck swayed and skidded into another turn.
"Ooooh, GOD!" Chuck moaned. He couldn't look. Thick, dark trees blurred by on both sides, some only inches away.
"What's the most exciting thing you ever did in your life?" Phil asked him.
"Hell, I don't know."
"Sure you do. Shit, you just got finished."
"You mean fucking that girl?" He grinned. "It was pretty wild ... I mean just grabbing her like that."
"Yeah, and before that?"
"Oooooh...." Chuck had to think. There hadn't been much really exciting in his life ... graduating, getting a job, getting married. But shit, everybody did that. "I don't know."
"What about when Brenda was sucking your cock in a speeding car?"
"Yeah...." Chuck laughed uneasily. "That could have gotten us both killed."
"And maybe us too," Phil agreed. "But maybe that's part of it. You should have seen how it turned Crystal on just watching ... knowing what Brenda was doing."
Phil was getting the feel of the pickup and the muddy road now, going faster, cutting sharper on the curves.
"When I got out of high school," he said, "I wanted to buy a motorcycle and travel around the country for a couple of years. My parents wanted me to go to college ... study to be an English teacher. That was the sensible thing to do ... right?"
"Right."
"Bullshit! I should have bought the motorcycle. I should have fucked my way across the country and back. Instead I went to school, got my degree and married a frigid bitch. I was too dumb to know the difference."
"But now you're a successful writer. That must be exciting-"
"More bullshit! I'm sixty fucking years old, and I didn't start to live until tonight. You're ... what? In your twenties? Take my advice-don't piss your life away. Most people do. They trap themselves in boring marriages and boring jobs, and they all go fucking crazy because they don't know what to do ... or they're afraid to try. They worry about what people will think."
The truck swerved, spraying mud and careened off the side of a boulder by the edge of the road. Chuck clutched the door handle, his knuckles white.
"Fuck what other people think!" Phil went on as though nothing had happened. "You get a wild idea ... something you really want to do. DO IT!"
The young groom smiled, intrigued by the idea. But he was still skeptical. "There is one thing I've been thinking about," he said nervously.
"Do it," Phil said again. "Don't wait forty fucking years like I did. Do it while you're young."
Chuck said very slowly. "I've been thinking about fucking your wife Crystal. I-I've heard an older woman can teach a young guy a lot."
"You heard right. And I'm sure there are some things your pretty little bride has yet to learn-" The way Phil smiled finished the sentence.
"Ooooh, holy shit!" Chuck said. He couldn't believe it. His cock had swollen hard again and was throbbing urgently.
"I hear a truck," Nate said.
Ace heard it too, gears grinding, coming on fast. "Those two guys must have gotten loose."
"It's time to split," Nate said. He was already scooping up his clothes.
Ace dressed quickly and took the handcuffs off Brenda's wrists, pocketing them along with the key.
"For next time," he said with a sly grin. "There's a knife around here somewhere ... you find it and you can cut your friend loose."
They were both outside, unhooking Phil's car from the tow truck by the time Brenda found the knife. She cut the tight thongs around Crystal's wrists.
Still limp and trembling with the aftershocks of an intense orgasm, Crystal took one feeble step and sprawled on her back in a soft tangle of silver fur. She squirmed, moaning joyously, and beckoned for Brenda to join her.
They were twisted together, both thrashing as they sucked each other's cunts, when Chuck and Phil came through the cabin door. The younger man stopped and stared.
"Jeeezus Christ!" That was the last thing he'd expected to see.
Phil just sighed and said, "It looks like Brenda has discovered in her own way what I was trying to tell you-"
"You mean, DO IT?" Chuck grinned anxiously. "At least, now I've got a better idea how to do it."
"And obviously, so does she," Phil observed.
Brenda's darting tongue had Crystal on the verge of another climax.
Chuck kept watching the two women embraced and lost in wild rapture. "It looks like our honeymoon is going to be a lot more exciting than I ever thought."
Phil nodded. "And also the rest of your life." Crystal let out a shrill cry. Brenda's excited gasping began a second later. Their two bodies tensed, shivering in the ecstasy of a tender embrace. A grinding climax gripped them both.
"They've finished," Chuck said, watching his young wife smile and try to catch her breath.
"No, I'd say we've all just started!" Phil said. He could hardly wait for Crystal to see and feel the surging hardness of his cock.
