There is nothing that makes a man seethe more than the thought of being rejected by a woman, particularly when she leaves him for another man.
Even though Jason Bogart was by no means a rich man, he was indeed a proud man, and when he recognized that the woman he had thought so much of had cast her lot in the direction of another man, largely because of that other man's superior economic situation, he felt as if he had really been ruthlessly betrayed.
The rugged construction worker thought about inflicting physical harm on the man for whom his love had rejected him, and then considered beating up the woman herself in frustration, but ultimately decided to forgo those two extreme measures. He instead brooded, wondering just what he was going to do in the wake of sustaining heartbreak.
It was not until he discovered that his two drinking and bowling buddies, Charley Wicker and Darrell Oglesby, had been in similar circumstances that a plan began to take shape. The more that they ruminated on and lengthily discussed their unique but, in the final analysis, common dilemmas, the more infuriated they became.
"Something just has to be done!" became the united phrase that shaped their embittered course of action. Letting their emotions be their dictatorial guide, these three men threw caution to the winds and embarked on a plan as dangerously bold as it was dangerously unwise.
Revenge is a negative emotion, and its angry, devil-may-care application is likely to bring about frustration and suffering for all concerned in the final analysis. Had Jason Bogart and his friends analyzed their projected course of action with less heated emotion and more reason then it is highly unlikely that they would ever have taken such an unwise path. But a man who feels he has been unjustly scorned can often reject reason in favor of an unwise and unsafe course of action, which was what ultimately happened in the case of Jason Bogart and his friends, a course from which they were ultimately to inflict such costly revenge.
The Publisher
Chapter One
As Jason Bogart sat behind the wheel of his faded yellow pickup truck, he whistled a merry tune while anticipating the moment that was immediately at hand.
He was on the way to his girlfriend Ellen Stacy's apartment, the only woman the dark-haired construction worker had met in the last three years who really meant anything to him. Bogart curled his shaggy black mustache, wrinkled his almost perpetually furrowed brow, and started to lick his lips with salacious anticipation. He had just put in a long day under the broiling Arizona dessert sun on a condominium project in nearby Glendale, and off and on his concentration had been interrupted by thoughts of the voluptuous blonde beauty with the firm jutting breasts and long, well-tapered legs. Every time that her threshing delectably nude alabaster body loomed in his lust-craving mind, his always ready cock immediately stiffened inside the tight-fitting faded blue jeans that he always wore to work. By the middle of the afternoon it was all Bogart could do to keep his mind on his work. All he could think of was the welcome mellifluous sound of his foreman announcing that it was five o'clock and time to knock off for another day.
When that long-anticipated moment ultimately arrived, Jason Bogart had removed his handkerchief from his pocket, mopped the profuse beads of sweat from his brow, then made a quick move toward his truck which was parked a little over a hundred yards away.
"Hey, Jason, how about joining us for a few pitchers of beer and a few games of pool?" a short, stocky fellow worker named Joe called out as Jason's long, powerful legs made quick strides like those of an ambling antelope toward his truck.
"Sorry, Joe, but I've got something to do," Jason stopped quickly in his tracks, turning to face Joe.
"Considering the way you're moving," another man standing next to Joe, a tall, slender, bald-headed man named Lou laughed, "you've got something real important on tap."
"Damned important," Bogart emphatically nodded.
"Seeing as how it's even more important than playing pool and drinking beer with Joe and me, it's almost got to be a piece of ass," Lou laughed a little louder than before, quickly being joined by Joe.
"Best piece of ass in Phoenix," Bogart vigorously declared, walking several steps toward his truck, reaching inside and yanking his still perspiration-laden white T-shirt that he had worn in the morning and discarded after it became heavily drenched with sweat. He hoisted the shirt over his sinewy, bronzed torso, then turned to face Joe and Lou once more. "I'll amend that a little," he winked boyishly. "Hell, she's the best piece of ass in Arizona."
"If she's that good then at least put in a good word for your two friends," Lou said.
"That'll be the day," Jason Bogart laughed, opening the door of his truck and stepping inside, easing his well-muscled body into the front seat behind the steering wheel. "You're both nice guys to work with, drink with, play pool with, trade some dirty jokes with, but I ain't steering you or anybody else to my prize choice pussy."
"Up yours, fair weather friend," Joe said, flipping his friend Jason the bone.
Joe went through his brief procedure with a straight face, then burst into loud, uncontrollable laughter, as did Jason and Lou. Hell, Jason thought, he could take a good joke as well as the next guy.
Jason started up his truck, cupping hit hands over his mouth and calling out one last parting message to Joe before departing.
"Go out and pick yourself up a fresh piece of ass or beat your meat, Joe old buddy, but don't expect me to do you no favors like that." Jason teased his buddy, after which he gunned the engine of hit truck and was off in a flash, leaving Joe and Lou to watch the trail of dust that he generated.
Jason had no formal date scheduled with Ellen that night but should that matter? Hell no, he thought, as he drove his truck speedily toward the tiny bachelor apartment where he lived in Phoenix. Lately he had been showing up just about whenever he pleased at sexy blonde Ellen's place, specifically whenever he needed a good piece of ass, and those occasions were becoming increasingly more frequent the better that he got to know her. The tough construction worker liked the fact that she was not a fickle little pussy like so many he had known. Here was one woman, he smiled joyfully, who knew what it was like to cater to a man's needs as well as her own. If he needed a piece of ass and his balls were agitating with mounting incessant fire, Jason liked the feeling of knowing that he could call on Ellen to put it out.
Once that he swung his truck into his garage space and stepped quickly into his small steaming bachelor apartment, immediately opening a window to let in some air he knew it would be only a matter of minutes before he took a cool refreshing shower, then stepped into a sport shirt and slacks, after which he would be on his way to Ellen's. As he stood under the refreshing shower spray whose profusely spurting droplets infused him with new life in his tingly, freshly alive body, Jason thought about giving Ellen a quick call before leaving to let her know that he was on his way, but he finally discarded the idea, preferring to surprise her instead. Just thinking about her caused his responsive cock to instantly thicken, its meatiness standing out as it dangled between his hairy legs. He examined the purplish head of his spongy inflated rod and recognized just how acutely he needed some satisfying sex from his blonde lover.
As he stepped out of the shower and dried his hairy muscular body with a fresh clean black towel, he thought about the fact that Ellen would be arriving home somewhere in that vicinity. She started work a little later than Jason and got home slightly later as well, being employed as a receptionist at a small Phoenix hospital. The now clean and dry Bogart stepped into his bedroom, putting on a fresh pair of briefs as he thought back to the day that he first met Ellen. He had been working on an addition to an office building when a piece of lumber was accidentally dropped from a raised platform by a fellow worker, landing with a thud on the side of Jason's head. He felt dizzy and his head erupted with blood at the spot where the lumber had hit him. The man who had dropped the piece of lumber apologized profusely, then begged Jason to drive him to the closest, hospital, which happened to be the one where Ellen was employed. Even though his head hurt like hell and ached worse than most hangovers he had experienced, Jason was still compelled to sit up and take notice when his alert eyes caught their first glimpse of the dazzling blonde in the white outfit seated behind the desk. He kept thinking about her during the time that the doctor was sewing stitches in his head, quickly closing his wound, and while tests were later administered to determine if he had sustained a concussion. Before he left he knew he just had to at least make a move to find out if the blonde was anywhere near as interested in him as he was in her.
Following a brief period of small talk to get acquainted, Jason had leaned over her desk and asked her for a date. To his overwhelming joy, Ellen Stacey accepted. His good luck continued a few days later when he received his test results and learned that he had sustained no concussion. As far as Jason was concerned, it was worth it to get clobbered by a piece of lumber to get to meet somebody like Ellen. Hell, for one thing he knew that his head was as hard as a brick to begin with, a piece of information he consoled his frustrated fellow worker with in the anxious moments following the accident.
So now he was driving down the road, a few miles over the allowable speed limit, and he had to caution himself to slow down. After all, with his cock anxiety-ridden and just dying to stab and slash with overriding zeal into the tight crevices of Ellen's elastic pussy, he just could not possibly risk getting stopped for a ticket.
Jason peered up at the sky overhead and observed the sun beginning to slip behind the mountains in the distance. In not all that long a period of time it would be slipping behind the mountains altogether and disappearing in one last florid red and gold design as sunset would eventually give way to evening.
He could feel his hard resolute cock beginning to tug with sturdy insistence inside Jason's trousers and shorts as he moved ever closer to his destination, his blonde lover's apartment. The scalding emotional floodtide tugging at Jason Bogart's loins began to stirringly increase as he thought back to the last time he had seen Ellen Stacey. It was two evenings earlier and as he began to recall the events of that highly enjoyable encounter his heart started to pound with unswerving acute need. Damn, he thought, there was just no way that he could get too much of Ellen. She had it all as far as sexual magnetism was concerned, the kind of purring female panther who could incessantly keep him burning on all cylinders and cause his bulging prick to be maintained in a perpetual state of hungry burning hardness. He thought about all the female relationships that he had summarily ended because they were not fulfilling enough for him. He was a hot-blooded, virile male and he expected a woman who was not the least bit afraid to put out. About the time he got complaints that he was a sex crazy animal, or about the time that he became bored with a woman's sex style, he would abruptly end things. With Ellen things were markedly different. He just couldn't get enough and every lusty sex interlude would conclude with him counting down the days of hours before the next would take place.
And so his thoughts shifted back to two nights earlier at mid-evening in Ellen's apartment...
Chapter Two
The more wine that Ellen poured for Jason, who was comfortably stretched out on the edge of the sofa in her dimly lit living room, the more reckless he began to feel.
He took another rousing prodigious gulp, then eased his body over closer to hers. Ellen was clad in a wispy light green dress that was appropriate for the intensely hot season in Phoenix, as well as being perfectly appropriate from Jason's standpoint for another reason, the fact that he could see plenty of her firmly curvaceous alabaster skin. She wore no brassiere beneath her dress and every time that Jason cast his eyes toward the top of it his heart skipped several more beats as he examined the firm protruding cleavage that extended itself partially out of the confining material of her dress. His nervous eyes would then swoop dramatically downward toward her long, sinuous, firmly tapered legs, exquisite perfection from her creamy thighs down to her trimly petite ankles.
Once that Jason finished gulping down the final few drops of his wine he reached out with his right arm, letting it quickly encircle his lover's body. Jason wanted to grab a quick feel of Ellen's firm warm buttocks, which protruded sensuously out of her dress. Even though the material stood between him and complete freedom of movement and ultimate sensation, Jason was not about to let that prevent him from experiencing some satisfying thrills, and so he plodded ahead, clutching sharply with both hands as his pressing fingers indented with urgency against her instinctively twisting ass cheeks.
"Damn, but I love to squeeze these cheeks," Jason laughed.
"You're getting pretty fresh," a squirming Ellen Stacey sighed breathily, bouncing against the springs of the sofa.
"Damned right, and who's got a better right?" he smiled lewdly, squeezing and pressing more sharply than before.
"Seeing as how you're my man, I guess nobody."
"You're fucking right," Jason determinedly declared.
"Please. You don't need to talk dirty like that honey."
"Talk dirty?" Jason teasingly ridiculed her with loud laughter. "That's the most beautiful word that ain't in the dictionary. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I just love to say it."
"So I gather."
"Well, why not? It's got a beautiful ring, but better yet, I like the message behind it. I see you all naked and imagine that wiggling naked blonde butt. Oh yeah, you've got it all."
As he looked at her with fire-filled eyes that immediately conveyed to Ellen just how badly he hungered for her, Jason swiftly released his fingers from her firm twisting buttocks and sank them against the warm, invitingly silky strands of her dazzling blonde hair. He held on just tightly enough to convey the point to Ellen that he was firmly in charge, then pushed his lips forward, allowing them to slam sharply against hers in a reeling floodtide of wild emotion.
Jason's heart pounded thunderously and his fingers trembled as they remained firmly locked against Ellen's hair. When he finally removed his lips from hers, Jason whipped his tongue scorchingly forward letting it snake in way with speedy conviction inside her mouth. Their seething tongues buried themselves against each other in a swirling whirlpool of naked lust. Their warmly invigorating saliva intermeshed as Jason's stiffly plunging tongue took complete charge of things as it whipped and slashed against hers.
Following several devastating moments of resplendent tongue ecstasy in which their sweeping stabs became perfectly attuned to each other's throbbing pace, Jason promptly withdrew his hot tongue. Already heads of perspiration were forming on his heavily-lined forehead and under his arms. He had to have her and was determined to undress her right here and now. Preliminaries had gone far enough, he concluded, recognizing the hungry urgency that was stored within him in the form of his aching balls and rigid prick.
Jason jumped up quickly from the sofa, reaching out with his strong, authoritative hands and grabbing with quick decisiveness as he pressed his fingers firmly against Ellen's.
"Get up, let's go into the bedroom," he said firmly.
"I've never met a man more sure of himself of what he wanted."
"I know I've got what it takes to back it up right there between my legs," he smiled lewdly. "Just look at that message. There's no mistaking something like that."
His trousers took on the appearance of a vast encircling tent as Jason's eminently stiff meatiness stood out with prepossessing splendor. The moment that Ellen's eyes froze on the stimulating sight, she jumped up from the sofa and they began to walk arm-in-arm toward the bedroom.
She listened to the sounds of Jason's heavy breathing, another clue as to just how powerful his flaming desires were at that moment, and before she knew it his strong hands were encircling her again. He took hold of Ellen and pulled her toward him, his firm chest locking resolutely against her penetrating firm breasts for several moments of delirious delight, after which he threw himself and his lover downward into the bed below, where they landed together with a resounding lurid plop.
Jason's busy hands went to work once more, this time to pry Ellen's dress from her as quickly as he could. With blinding desire his fingers kept pushing, driving solidly against the buttons of her dress, which he quickly undid, after which he pulled and tugged with one sweeping upward thrust, determined to remove her dress as soon as possible. His enthusiasm was heightened by the knowledge that she wore no brassiere beneath her dress, meaning that soon her sparkling white boobs would be bouncing freely and unrestrainedly before his eyes. He liked the way that her body twisted responsively from side to side as he pulled off her dress.
Jason's eyes mushroomed with ever rising need as he looked down and observed Ellen's firm ripe breasts jutting forward in all their lusty glory. His eyes then swooped downward to take in the appealing sight of Ellen's undulating hips and thighs, which told him unmistakably that the same rising naked urges that were dominating his searing loins were also present in Ellen. The only thing that stood between the sensuous blonde and total nudity was the wispy wafer-thin black bikini panties that she wore, and so Jason's immediate goal became that of separating the beauteous Ellen from them.
His resolute fingers reached down with quivering zeal, grabbing hold of the crotchband of her lace panties as her hips twisted in a circuitous arc while the rising crescendo of lustful desire reached dazzling new heights. Jason never wanted her more than at that moment, nor had she ever looked more appealing to him.
Jason took crisp command of her panties as her scalding buttocks danced and twisted in an accelerating symphony of movement against the white sheets of the bed as Jason began shoving her panties downward, tugging with restless waves of ecstatic energy while he looked forward to the prospect of removing her wispy black panties.
When he finally pulled them loose from her, tossing them quickly to the floor, he reached down and let his fingers take commanding hold of her smooth trim thighs. Jason squeezed and kneaded the flesh for several dramatic moments, then parted her trembling thighs, after which he examined the enticing sight of her pink pussy between her nakedly splayed legs. He microscopically examined her glistening pubic curls and the dazzling pink cleft resting beneath them. The fingers of his right hand swooped downward as Jason once more took charge of things, this time by meticulously sliding his fingers against her pubic hair, causing her responsive body to twitch from every well-timed stroke that he dramatically delivered.
His fingers worked with slow precision for several strokes as they slithered against a rising floodtide of ecstasy in Ellen's golden pubic locks. He smiled knowingly as he felt the pleasant sensation of wetness that formed from his stirring finger activity combined with the rising whirlpool of ecstasy that began raging in her searing loins. The more pussy moisture that he felt in his quickly gliding fingers, the greater the amount that the dominant Jason sought to feel.
Ellen whimpered and extended her legs even wider than before as Jason's rapidly twisting fingers kept grinding resourcefully against her matted shiny pubic curls. Moments later he dramatically switched his target to her sizzling pink cleft. When he touched the ripe moistness of her inner folds of pink pussy flesh Ellen's buttocks contracted sharply, after which her sloping ass cheeks glided in an upward fashion as she encouraged her prodding lover to provide her with more of the same of that kind of spirited action.
His driving fingers pushed against the slightly moist lips of Ellen's pussy for a few more well-timed strokes. He then eased his fingers against the tiny bud of his lover's quiveringly erect clitoris, causing her to immediately issue a throaty moan.
"Oh do you know how to please me," she gasped loudly as her buttocks slapped resoundingly against the sheets. "Jason baby, please my pussy, it means so much to me."
Every time that Jason's urgently pressing fingers made contact with the sensitive budding node of Ellen's scorching clitoris she would gasp louder and twist her buttocks with increased writhing need, and suddenly it dawned on Jason that the time had arrived to turn his attention from linger activity to swiftly dominant tongue thrusts.
His heart pounded in a steadily rising crescendo of impassioned excitement as Jason dropped his head down quickly between his blonde lover's quivering nakedly splayed legs. His eyes were fixed gluttonously on the fetching moist target of her dilating pink pussy, surrounded by her smoothly resilient wet pubic hairs.
Jason's nostrils flared with raging desire as he picked up the inviting scent of Ellen's moist pink cunt. His fingers reached down and stroked her softly resilient vanilla-colored pubic tresses several more times, and as he released them Jason was ready to press onward with his infatuated tongue, which was seething with lustful desire to drive in a swirling sea of unmitigated passion into the moist portals of her inflamed womb.
Ellen did her best to show Jason just how much she wanted his sweeping tongue movements as she swung her hips sturdily upward several more times, begging him to go to work with his quickly charging tongue.
Eventually Jason reached down and glided his fingers against her snowy white ass cheeks, which spun pendulously in a rising floodtide of torrid sensuality. He allowed his scarlet wet tongue to slither ever so slowly against the enwreathing triangle of Ellen's silky pubic curls, and as he made his first probing contact with his tongue he let his encircling fingers clamp down with vigorous solidity against her wriggling ass cheeks. The tighter that he squeezed and pressed with his stiff fingers, the quicker that his tongue commenced charging against her soft resilient pubic hairs.
The driving fires of acute sexual need flooded both Jason and Ellen as he pushed his throbbing tongue against Ellen's wetly palpitating cuntal channel for the first times as her hips flared in wildly lewd accompaniment. The sensuous curves of her writhing asscheeks spasmed salaciously and her loins simmered with compelling lust while Jason kept driving his steadily attacking tongue as it teasingly snaked its way inside the tight elastic opening of her smoldering wet pink pussy.
Inflamed with gluttonous desire, Jason began making loud slurping sounds as his tempo dramatically increased and he continued to solidly grind his determined crimson twisting salient like a tiny sword, forging it with insistent zeal as it made steady contact with her insatiable pussy as her legs kicked with great urgency.
His tongue kept spasming with sweeping desire as Jason kept twisting and snaking it against the raw nerve ends of Ellen's pulsating cunt as her nostrils flared open and her breath burned in her lungs.
"I want it, I want it," she gasped loudly. "Oh, your burning tongue is turning me on. You know you can do it. You know how responsive I am. Keep turning on the coal, Jason. Keep it up until you get me off. You can do it with your fiery tongue. Just keep planting it in my hot pussy."
His gluttonous tongue kept driving sweepingly into the intimate depths of her dilating cuntal valley. As her pendulous scorching white buttocks and her flailing hips started moving with increased blazing anxiety, he pressed surgingly onward, sensing the imperative need rapidly arising in his beautiful quivering lover's womb.
While he kept his tongue slashing against Ellen's warmly flushing pussy lips Jason removed his fingers from her quivering silky white ass globes and manipulated them against the crinkly flesh of her warm creamy boobs.
Jason's urgent fingers clasped sharply against her firm chunks of resilient breast flesh. The quicker that he kneaded the marshmallow-like surface of her now sensitively rising melons, the greater the urgency that swelled within her torrid dilating cunt.
"Eat me, oh, damnit, keep sucking, oh, keep your tongue moving, let it press and twist, sweetheart, suck me," she heaved a deep sigh as her resilient ass cheeks twisted lewdly under the steady dominance of his fiery scarlet tongue blasts. "Get me off, damn, I'm burning up. My pussy is on fire. Put out the blaze, baby, yes, you can do it with your charging tongue."
As he moved dramatically into the final phases of the act, his fingers made a rapid move for her ruby-tipped nipples, which pushed forward with dramatic recognition in all their taut glory, responding sensitively to his every vigorous touch. Jason loved the way that Ellen's entire body responded to his searing finger contact with the hard pebbles of her nipple-flesh, and as his twisting tongue pushed inexorably forward she knew only too well that the moment was looming ever nearer at hand when the scalding droplets of her spewing pussy fluid would splash with relentless desire from her seething inner folds of hot pink flesh.
Her pink cuntal valley had been turned into a seething mass of burning sensuality by her lover's steadily pistoning tongue intrusions, and as her buttocks bounced relentlessly a few more times against the bed beneath them Jason anticipated the release of her stored-up orgasmic cuntal floodtide.
A few devastating tongue thrusts later the end dramatically came. Ellen's hips and thighs dramatically contracted as she let out one last seething gasp while her lover toyed with her taut, hardened nipples.
She shoved her aroused white buttocks up to meet his tongue, accommodating him in his efforts to extract the steaming droplets of hot fluid from her agitated cunt.
He reached down and slapped at her dramatically flailing buttocks as the viscous liquid spilled salaciously and dramatically from her fiery pink vagina.
His scalding tongue kept crisply gliding inside her devastated cuntal channel as the juices poured profusely from her streaming pussy, her flushed cunt lips ablaze with ecstasy as Jason's swirling tongue gobbled up every available droplet of searing fluid from her organ, after which all became still.
Chapter Three
Jason grinned as he sat behind the wheel of his truck and let his memory unravel some more about what had transpired two evenings earlier.
Once that he had drained the final few droplets of pussy fluid from Ellen's fiery organ, Jason had propelled his body sharply upward from the bed. For the next few moments the only thing that could be heard in the otherwise silent room was the sound of Ellen's heavy breathing as she lay on her back, looking up at Jason with curiosity, wondering what he would do next.
The determined Jason had been so dominated with seething sensual desire when he had removed his lover's clothes and performed orally on her that he had not taken the trouble to remove his own clothes. Now he desired the peel off everything, to be recklessly and deliciously naked in the same manner as Ellen. Her eyes began to widen as she watched him quickly remove his shirt and trousers. Ellen's entire sensitive body quivered with restless desire as she got a good look at the huge swollen bulge in his crotch, so visible against the tight outline of his white briefs, and as Jason observed her staring with open-eyed lust at his crotch he grinned broadly. Within seconds his eagerly tugging fingers were pressing against his shorts as he pulled swiftly downward against them, eventually removing them and tossing them aside.
His stiff aroused cock stood proudly, extending like a huge slab of concrete in its proud hardness. All he could think of was the quickest and most effective way of slashing his sharp, energetic cock into the seething inner depths of Ellen's pussy, the same smooth moist pink channel of sensation that his twisting tongue had driven resoundingly against only a few moments earlier.
Even though his heart pounded restlessly and his ever steaming staff overflowed with acute immediate need, Jason silently cautioned himself to slow down a little so that he might better enjoy some wild foreplay before settling into the nitty-gritty aspects of their lascivious sex adventure, the prospect of which left his whole body twitching in a state of aching desire.
He let his gripping fingers reach down and take charge of her warm captivating breasts as he stared wantonly at the colorful crests pointing teasingly at him. His fingers began to conscientiously knead the mounds of her hard-tipped nipples with ever increasing speed and force. Jason had started by easing his flesh against the taut, hardened pebbles of aroused flesh, but the longer that his electricity-filled fingers pushed and kneaded against the firm warmth of Ellen's resilient skin, the more sharply that he pushed them and the faster that she hurled her body in sweeping upward movements in sharp reaction to what he was doing.
"You really know how to dominate me," she gasped, her buttocks spinning in volleys of wild delicious fascination.
"Damned right I do, I'm a dominating guy," Jason heaved a deep sigh. "I know what a woman needs and that's just what. I'm gonna give her."
"Yes, tiger," she swooned "Oh, squeeze even harder. Press your fingers against my flesh. This I really like."
After Jason's hard, firm fingers had twisted sharply against the taut flesh of Ellen's strawberry -colored nipples for a little while longer, he then focused his attention on her firm fleshy breasts, voluptuously thrusting upwardly toward him. He drove his fingers with solid desire against the resilient chunks of ripe skin, kneading them as if they were large chunks of dough, prompting Ellen to respond with loud hissing sounds. Jason knew that his searing action was having an effect and it was just a question of how much longer he could contain himself before it would be necessary to move on to more intimate phases of lovemaking.
When he abruptly turned his fingers loose from Ellen's warm breasts, Jason pushed his tongue ardently forward and let it speedily lick her vigorously responsive folds of tit flesh, her ripe melons flouncing eagerly from side to side as his quickly pistoning tongue charged ahead, whipping against her marshmallow-like flesh.
Before he ceased his rapid tongue action, Ellen's entire body was writhing in a sea of delirious ecstasy as she moaned throatily and began to beg for more.
"Stick it in me," she shouted with rising desperation. "Baby, I want it so bad. Oh Jason, you know how bad I need it. You teased me with all those movements. So drive that big cock of yours into me, honey, because I really need it."
Ellen's loud begging request served only to turn Jason on that much more eagerly. It had been his initial desire to bring the beautiful blonde out as much as possible, to inflame her with scalding need before he slammed his long bulging prick into her wet, wildly palpitating pussy. He looked down momentarily at the exciting sight of the naked plane of Ellen's hungry vagina, realizing that the moment was indeed at hand to supply her with the kind of uncompromising penis domination for which she was loudly begging.
His thick, heavily-veined cudgel shoved its mammoth surface forward, stone hard with commanding desire as it made its initial intrusion into the throbbing wetness of Ellen's steadily wiggling broiling pink slit.
"Damned, oh, you're in me," she cried out with seething need.
Jason's hands reached down and grabbed the warm flesh of Ellen's flouncing buttocks, which danced with delight as his hands held her in a vise-like grip. All the while his stiffened cock slithered in and out of her ragingly stuffed vagina.
Ellen's cunt lips swiftly became a raging furnace of lust as Jason continued to commandingly grip his fingers against the resilience of her swollen breasts as his thick blood-engorged member kept tearing and slashing with vigorous impunity into her hair-fringed fissure.
His savage, knife-like thrusts continued, plunging Ellen into a seething cauldron in which pleasure became freely intermingled with pain. Jason's lust-bloated balls, swollen with painful stored-up desire, kept slapping against Ellen's twisting, steadily uplifting buttocks in a torrent of mutual sweltering need.
Ellen's broiling body began spasming with greater urgency than ever as she let out a loud animalish mewl while Jason kept tearing into her pouting pussy lips. After a few more rapidly charging stabs Ellen reached out with trembling fingers and began to eagerly scratch her steadily charging lover's back while his racing cock continued to slam sharply into her puffy cunt lips. Her fire-filled vagina could withstand no more, and a searing cuntal explosion was inevitable as she tensed her long, beautifully-tapered legs and let out a prolonged hissing gasp.
"Oooohhhhh, aaaaaahhhhh, what a fuck, what a fucker you are, the way you plunge your cock, baby, Jason, oh, keep charging, keep driving your stiff prick," she gulped. "Yes, oh yes, it's shooting out of me, what a feeling, how great, what a beautiful feeling."
Ellen let her spasming body contract and slide sharply as she met Jason's cannonading forward thrusts as the spewing droplets of her volcanic pussy explosion shot with profuse passion from her, rolling down both of her trembling thighs in a gushing torrent of exotic ecstasy.
The rising floodtide of passionate need continued to accumulate in Jason's surging cock and balls as his pistoning blade of steel kept sharply plunging into Ellen's exploding pussy, aroused to new heights by his lover's devastating cuntal explosion.
The final few drops of spraying wetness oozed from Ellen's steadily ravaged pussy as she squirmed salaciously and prepared for the moment when the anticipated tidal wave of spurting thick white cum would gush from the end of his flaming, blood engorged member.
The nearer that Jason proceeded to the end, the harder that his stiff, steadily probing prick thundered into the resilient portals of her wet salacious cunt.
Suddenly Jason's body dramatically tensed as he kept pumping up and down like a thrashing sex machine, driving non-stop with zealous need as he heaved deep gasps and kept driving his salacious cock into the fires of Ellen's hotly clasping pussy hole.
The scalding heat in his intensely swollen testicles provided Jason with irrefutable evidence that the end had arrived and the torrent of white volcanic semen would splash voluminously from the spongy tip of his driving penis.
His fingers reached down once more and gripped solidly against Ellen's satiny white ass cheeks as the first few spraying droplets of Jason's exploding cock fluid started to splash from the end of his stiff scarlet rod as his hips and ass cheeks contracted with vigorous spasms of inflamed lust.
He watched the stream of viscous white fluid ravage Ellen's aroused pussy as her buttocks slapped resoundingly against the sheets beneath her as she heaved loud throating moans and hissed, feeling devastating waves of pain from his brutally charging assaults but enjoying each charging volley of sensation with a lewd unswerving ecstasy.
As his sperm-bloated testicles unloaded and the seething floodtide of gushing penis liquid shot from the end of Jason's battering ram tool, he listened to the exciting sounds of sloshing cum as the cream detonated her ravaged vagina.
He recalled slowly releasing his then satisfied cock from his devastated lover's cunt channel, and after that he had wrapped his arms around her warm body and kissed her lips breathlessly.
Just remembering the wild invigorating episode of two nights earlier caused Jason's pulse to rise dramatically higher as he moved nearer to his destination. His heart began beating more thunderously than ever when he spotted the familiar cul-de-sac on which Ellen lived. He swung a sharp left turn, then abruptly applied the brakes a few seconds later as he pulled to a step in front of the gray two story apartment building where Ellen lived.
Jason climbed out of his truck quickly, then strode in long, easy strides as he made his way to the back unit on the bottom floor which Ellen occupied. While his long legs quickly negotiated the distance Jason looked down once more at his trousers, observing the huge bulge in his crotch. A wry smile surfaced on his lips. He wanted it to be there for his lover the moment that she opened the door. That way she would most obviously get the point.
Once more his thoughts flashed back to two nights earlier. He envisioned that beautiful twisting blonde butt, which he handled so admirably as his racing fingers twisted sharply against the shapely contours of flesh. Yes, he thought, it just had to he the best ass he'd ever seen, so curvaceous, so firm, so inspiring to touch and squeeze.
Then there had been her always resilient breasts, so firm yet pliable, and every time that he touched them his scorching testicles would become a little more excited.
Anyway that he sliced it, Jason Bogart thought as he pulled even with the front door of Ellen's apartment, he was a damned lucky guy to have Ellen Stacey as his woman. Right then he wouldn't have traded places with any man. He remembered calling his two friends at work that Ellen was the best piece of ass in Arizona. Now he was ready to amend his remark. As far as he was concerned she was the best piece of ass anywhere.
With that thought firmly in mind, Jason reached out and rapped on Ellen's door.
Chapter Four
When Jason failed to receive an answer following his first rappings at Ellen's door, he began rapping again, this time a little louder.
Had it not been for the lights that were shining brightly from the living room, Jason might have concluded that Ellen was out. After several more seconds of rapping he heard the sound of approaching footsteps inside the apartment, causing his heart to pulsate with rising joy. His lover was there and seconds later he would be inside her apartment and driving his excited cock into her warmly compliant vagina.
When Ellen opened the door her mouth flew open with surprise, which caused immediate concern for Jason. Even though he had driven to her apartment without providing her with advance warning, she was used to that type of thing, since he was following the custom with greater regularity as he got to know her better. Something else also seemed strange to him as he peered at Ellen. She was wearing her bright blue dress, the one she normally reserved for special occasions.
"Aren't you gonna ask me in, sweetheart?" Jason finally asked grinningly after a long pause.
Even though he did his best to act relaxed, Jason instantly sensed that something was wrong, even though he had no way of detecting just what it might be. For one thing, he could not help wondering just what Ellen was doing wearing her best dress and giving every outward appearance by so doing of being ready to go out.
"You caught me by surprise, Jason," she replied in a tense, uncomfortable tone. "I don't have long to talk, but there is something I do have to talk to you about. I suppose it's just as well to get it over with now as later."
Ellen held the door open for Jason, letting him proceed inside and into the living room, where he sat down on the sofa and wrinkled his brow with ever mounting concern, hoping that Ellen's ominous tone did not portend anything drastic.
Ellen eased her beautifully proportioned body into a chair across from the sofa, causing the fearful concern within Jason to mount even more. It was her general custom to sit on the sofa with him, usually beginning with a slight difference separating them, which would swiftly and decisively be closed by Jason.
"You look like you're ready to go out," Jason said.
"Yes. I was just applying the last touches of make-up when I heard you knocking on the door."
"Where were you going?"
"That's the very thing that I have to talk to you about," Ellen began uncomfortably shifting in her chair, her eyes darting nervously about from one part of the room to another.
"Yeah, go ahead," Jason braced himself, recognizing by then that things were very serious indeed.
"Jason, before I met you I was going with one of the doctors at the hospital," Ellen let the words move swiftly from her mouth, fearing that they might not come out at all unless she let it all happen rapidly.
"Well, we had a little bit of a fight at the time that I met you. We split up and, well, you asked me out and I started going with you."
"So now the doctor is back on the scene?" Jason leaned forward and exploded, his voice rising sharply.
"Please, Jason, the one thing I don't want is a scene," Ellen shook her head, grimacing uncomfortably.
"How the hell do you expect me to take something like this?" he snarled, lowering his voice slightly. "You are my woman, you know."
"Don't talk to me in that possessive manner," Ellen quickly struck back. "You don't own me."
"But I can dominate you and you know it and furthermore you want it. You know damned well you do."
"So much for emotional displays," Ellen shook her head disgustedly. "At any rate, we were going with each before and, well, in the last several weeks he has shown a renewed interest in me. I've been seeing him for lunch on a few occasions and now he's willing to make the kind of commitment that I was looking for."
"Meaning you're gonna shack up with the son of a bitch," Jason fumed, his veins standing out in tense prominence against his temples.
"You've got a foul mouth, Jason Bogart," Ellen snapped.
"No, I've just got a way of smelling the truth, no matter how damned bad it happens to smell."
"You always put things in such a crude way."
"The way I put things was good enough for you for a long time. Until some smooth talking doctor bastard moves in and hands you a big line of silly bullshit."
"You're talking about the man I'm gonna marry," she seethed angrily, her fists dramatically clenching and shaking.
"So that's the commitment you were talking about."
Even though Jason tried not to show it, the words had cut through him like a knife.
"Yes, that's right. I always wanted him to marry me and that's why we split up before. He was married-"
"And wanted you for a tidy little piece on the side," Jason sharply cut her off, his words laced with heavy sarcasm.
"You can get out of here, you crude son of a bitch," Ellen pointed angrily toward the door.
Jason Bogart had shattered Ellen's composure, and now tears were streaming down both sides of her face. Seeing the tears in her eyes and her hands shaking gave Jason the first measure of satisfaction he had obtained since entering her apartment. Since she had crushed him by her revelation it made him happy to be able to at least partially repay her by shattering her composure. He closed his huge, rock hard right hand and slammed it nervously into his open palm several times, aching for Ellen's doctor friend to show up so he could show him a few things that smooth talk could not possibly deter or prevent.
"You don't understand a woman's feelings at all," she sobbed. "You have no sensitivity."
"What you need, Ellen, is a good stiff prick and I've always been able to supply you with plenty of that."
"What about my future?"
"Hell, if we kept getting on as good as we were I was thinking of asking you to marry me. I didn't wanna act too fast, though, because I have had one divorce."
Suddenly Ellen's crying ceased as she burst into loud, unrestrained laughter, which surprised Jason Bogart greatly.
"Did I say something funny?" he asked in bewilderment.
"Uproariously funny," she nodded, continuing to laugh for several seconds more before finally stopping. "What would you have to give a woman besides sex? Big deal, dinner every now and then at some sleazy little pizza parlor with a couple of beers, or maybe a night at the drive-in in your battered old pickup truck with you spending more time feeling me up than anything else. You're some kind of swell prize. My doctor friend is one of the top heart specialists in the West, has a beautiful mountain top home, a condominium in Lake Tahoe, and has a Mercedes sedan and a sports car. What have you got to compare to that?"
By the time that she finished, Ellen was standing directly in front of Jason, staring down at him goadingly in the manner of a cat teasing a mouse.
Jason's heart sank as she reproached him unmercifully for alleged insignificance. His face turned white and he began to clench both hands tightly. He finally jumped to his feet, then unclenched his right hand, getting set to deliver a stinging slap with it.
"Yeah, go ahead, big man," she goaded him even further. "Prove just how big and bold you are by slapping me. Real men don't have to resort to that kind of violence."
He dropped his right hand limply to his side, deciding not to slap her. Jason eyed her coldly as she began to speak once more.
"You got yourself some good sex from a woman with a damned good body, so I've got no apologies to make to you," she sneered.
"I can see it all so clearly now," Jason nodded as a sudden calmness came over him, one which enabled him to evaluate things in perspective. "I was good for drawing the other guy out. Wasn't that it?"
"Think anything you want," she shrugged.
"Sure, that was it. I know damned well that was it. Even though I wasn't good enough to think about seriously in marriage I was good enough to keep your hot body satisfied and to create competition for the doctor. I'll bet you played me up big to him, no doubt padding a little here or there when you figured you needed to, and so finally you got the son of a bitch to agree to leave his wife so you could move right into the center of the picture."
"Jason, you're pathetic," she ridiculed him with more laughter. "For all your huffing and puffing and your big bad man act you're really pathetic and I pity you. But you will have to excuse me. I have to get ready to go out."
"I feel like sticking around long enough to meet this guy," Jason smiled fiendishly, his mustache twitching at the edges. "That's the least you owe me after all those beautiful screws I gave you. And maybe we can compare notes. Does he ride your pussy with as much clout as I gave you?"
A nervous expression surfaced on Ellen's face the moment that Jason suggested waiting for the doctor to arrive. It made Jason feel a little less uncomfortable to see her arrogant self-confidence shattered for at least a little while.
"Listen, Jason, I'm sorry if I sounded harsh," Ellen finally said in a conciliatory tone, "but you know what happens when people start arguing. I want badly to part friends with you. I really mean that. But please, don't stay and cause a scene. I beg of you."
"Okay. I won't stay and cause a scene, but you know damned well we ain't parting as friends," Jason said calmly, turning and beginning to walk toward the door. "For one thing, I can see that we never were friends. I was madly in love with you and I was just being used to serve a purpose and goad the guy you wanted back into your life on your own terms."
Ellen said nothing as Jason opened the door and left the apartment. He looked at her one last time before shutting the door behind him. Jason observed Ellen heaving a sigh of relief. He had scared her by suggesting remaining behind to talk to her doctor friend.
Jason walked in a half-daze back to his truck. He climbed inside and sat behind the wheel in restless silence for a few minutes. At first he thought about staying where he was until Ellen's presumed husband-to-be arrived. Then he could show the son of a bitch just what he thought about him and gain at least a partial measure of satisfaction by slamming his rugged, mallet-like hands against his face. But after thinking about that possible course of action for a few moments the anger subsided enough for Jason to start analyzing things a little more calmly. He knew he had a terrible temper. That coupled with his powerful body was enough to get him into a lot of trouble when one triggered the other into violent action. He had even done time a few years back for assault and battery as a result of a drunken brawl he had gotten into one night in a Phoenix bar and he would only be asking for big trouble if he lit into Ellen's doctor friend when his past record was taken in to consideration. On top of that, he reflected further, if he was gonna beat somebody up the logical party against whom to extract revenge was Ellen rather than the doctor. He could plainly see that the doctor was a manipulated tool of Ellen's feminine wiles and selfish desires in the same manner that he had been. No, he decided, if the doctor stuck around her long enough, and most particularly if he married Ellen, he would end up taking a much worse pasting than his own iron fists could ever mete out.
Just as Jason had decided that it would be better not to take on Ellen's doctor friend he saw the approaching lights of a black Mercedes 450 SEL approaching. His body tensed and for a moment he thought about sticking around long enough to at least get a good look at the man for whom Ellen had turned him out. But he decided against satisfying his curiosity even to that extent. Jason did not trust himself that much. No, he concluded, if he stuck around long enough to just get a look at the doctor he might be tempted to get out of his truck and at least have a few words with him. One thing could very easily lead to another, eventually terminating in violence.
Jason made certain not to turn his head in the direction of the Mercedes as it passed his own truck, then pulled to a stop across the street from the apartment building where Ellen lived.
He wasn't taking any chances since things were bleak enough as is. Jason recalled the lawyer who defended him at his criminal trial warning him that he had the kind of temper that could, if not properly checked, caused him to kill or at least seriously wound somebody sometime. He had taken the lawyer's warning seriously enough to where, up until this very night he had not even been tempted to resort to violence.
Even when some obnoxious drunks had tried to goad him into fighting several times in bars subsequent to his scrape with the law Jason had been able to say no.
So Jason gunned his engine and drove away from Ellen's as fast as he could, never once looking back, his heart filled with despair.
Chapter Five
A bitterly distraught Jason, feeling like his life was at an end, decided to drive to the cocktail lounge connected to the bowling alley where he did a good deal of his drinking, particularly after he finished bowling. But this was not an occasion where he decided to bowl. All he wanted to do was get damned drunk, so sloppy stinking drunk that maybe it would at least partially ease the piercing pain he felt as a result of Ellen turning him out of her life.
Sam, the jovial, heavy set bartender was working when Jason strode into the almost empty bar, an angry scowl on his face. Usually Sam joked with Jason, but when he saw the scowl and the terse manner with which he ordered a double scotch on the rocks, the astute bartender correctly concluded that Jason wanted to be left alone. He had waited on enough customers to be able to quickly sense the mood of a customer and whether he wanted to talk or not and he could easily see that Jason most definitely did not want to talk.
Jason continued ordering double scotches on the rocks until reaching the point where his eyes became bloodshot and he had grown groggy enough to where he could ease off a little and switch to singles, but the thing that angered him the most was his inability to divorce his thoughts from Ellen even for a second. The hurts and frustrations continued to plague his troubled mind.
He had been drinking a little over an hour when he heard the sound of familiar voices. Even before looking up from the half empty glass before him, Jason Bogart knew that the two familiar voices belonged to his bowling and drinking buddies Darrell Oglesby and Charlie Wicker. He no sooner looked up before the two smiling men descended on him. Jason's expression completely gave away his feelings and the smiles quickly vanished from the faces of Jason's friends, being replaced by expressions of concern.
"Jason, you look like something's definitely bothering you," Charlie said, stopping a few feet away from Jason.
"Whatever's troubling you, maybe we can help," Darrell said.
"Damned right. That's what friends are for," Charlie said.
"Naw, there's nothing anybody can do about this," Jason replied sadly. "You guys just finish bowling?"
"Just finished two good games," Darrell nodded. "How'd you like to join us for one or two more?"
"Sure," Charlie quickly concurred. "Might be just the thing to get your mind off your troubles."
"No thanks. The only thing I feel like doing is getting drunk and forgetting and so far I can't even seem to get drunk, much less forget."
"Okay, so at least you can ease your troubled mind by talking things over with us," Darrell said. "Get it off your chest before friends."
"Good advice, Darrell," Charlie said. "I'll order a round of drinks and we can sit down at a booth over there. It'll be more private."
Even though Jason hated the idea of having to reveal anything to his two friends, and was wishing that they would just leave him alone, he was not about to express such a desire to them. After all, they were genuinely trying to help, and just maybe talking to them would, as they suggested, ease his crushed inner being at least a little.
Jason took two quick stiff gulps of Scotch before launching into an account of what happened that night. Several times he became emotional and began to raise his voice. Darrell, attired in his customary white cowboy hat, white long-sleeved shirt and clean blue jeans with his shiny belt buckle with the glittering longhorn, did his best to calm Jason down, ultimately succeeding by telling him that none of what had happened was worth getting that upset about.
During Jason's revelations Darrell would occasionally ask a question for elaboration's sake while Charlie was satisfied to sit with his arms folded and listen. Charlie wore a short-sleeved sport shirt and heavy shades of perspiration splotched the armpits of it.
As soon as Jason finished, the theretofore largely silent Charlie curled his lips in a snarl, clenched his fists, and launched into a bitter account of his own relating to his treatment at the hands of women.
"I know just how you feel, Jason old buddy, believe me I do," he declared. "You know, I've been married and divorced twice. Bet you didn't know that, did you?"
"No. You never mentioned it before around me," an astonished Jason Bogart replied.
"I didn't know it either," Darrell said.
"Of course you guys didn't, because I've hardly told anybody. But since poor old Jason feels like he's been stepped on I'll tell you about my experiences. The first one, hell, I could hardly even get her to go to bed. She was always putting me off and telling me she didn't like this or that, and she was always accusing me of being a sex fiend if I asked for it at all. That was in Tucson. So you know what finally happened?"
"What?" an interested Darrell asked.
"She sued me for divorce. Told me there was no way we could make a go of it. By then I was all for getting away from her, and so I agreed. But then she got up before the judge and told him that I was a wild sex crazy freak who was trying to get her to fuck all the time and that it was making her a damned nervous wreck. Hell, I saw red then. My lawyer told me to keep my cool but nobody was gonna stop me then from having my say. I just up and said that she was telling a damned bald-faced lie and that this claim about me being a sex maniac was just a weak attempt to cover up the fact that she was frigid, so damned frigid she'd cause a ruckus anytime I wanted to go to bed with her, no matter how long it had been since I got my rocks off. The thing finally turned into a three ring circus. The attorneys got into one shouting match after another, this damned little snippy bitch I was married to kept breaking down and sobbing, and the papers had a real field day, along with the television people. They had to clean a lot of it up, but they still had enough left that they could tell to entertain everybody. The whole thing left me feeling so embarrassed that I up and quit my job and went to Albuquerque and tried to make a fresh start."
"So what happened then?" Jason asked, his mind diverted from his own misfortunes for the first time that night.
"I worked hard at this restaurant job I had, hard enough to save me some money so I could buy me a place of my own. Small place, but nice, with potential. There was this cute little redhead, soft spoken, the kind of sweet kid you dream about taking home and showing off to mother."
"Only, that's not the way she really was, I bet," Darrell speculated.
"I was getting to all that," Charlie said. "Anyhow, I finally married her and even though I said she didn't have to work a shift as a waitress anymore she insisted on working, telling me that she wanted to do her part to get the restaurant off to a big start. She said that once it was going big that she'd quit then if I wanted her to."
"Was she a good waitress?" Jason asked.
"Too damned good," Charlie frowned. "She had quite a personality, that one did. So one night after we closed the place and were getting ready to leave she told me that she was gonna divorce me and marry this guy, this steady customer that I'd known even longer than I'd known her, a manager of a trucking company. Well, after she left me I couldn't stand being around that restaurant anymore, even though it was bringing me in good steady money. It was like she was still there and I was always seeing her, so I sold it and moved here. I can sure sympathize with you, Jason, because I had it stuck to me twice."
Darrell had listened patiently to both Jason and Charley unraveling their stories. He mopped some sweat from his red, leathery face, then began talking.
"Hearing you guys makes me think of this snotty little bitch that I just can't get to first base with," he began, speaking in a slow drawl.
"Maybe you're lucky you've never gotten to first base," Charley said, "because it would cost you too damned much in the end."
"You've got a point there," Jason said.
"But I tell you, she has my cock and balls in an uproar anytime I see her. Her name's Dawn Gerald and she's got the smoothest coal black hair you ever saw, the sexiest thick dark lashes, big beautiful eyes and a body that just won't quit. She works at a restaurant across the street from the ranch where I work as a riding instructor. She's just a young gal in her early twenties or so and one day I worked up enough nerve to ask her out. The damned little bitch, some young little waitress in a restaurant mind you, started acting like she was queen of the whole frigging universe. Damn was she nasty."
"What did she say?" Charlie asked.
"She told me I was a dumb, shiftless cowboy with horseshit on my boots. Can you imagine such a damned nasty thing to say? She told me that there was no way she was ever gonna go out with somebody like me, that she wanted somebody with plenty of dough or at least the prospects for making plenty of it so that she wouldn't have to wait tables anymore. That one crack really got me about my boots and all. Hell, I keep them clean all the time."
"Bitches like Ellen and this Dawn need to be taught a lesson," Jason Bogart snarled, finishing his drink.
Jason ordered a fresh round, and as the drinks were being served, Charlie Wicker became immersed in thought. When he finally spoke, Jason and Darrell both sat up and took immediate notice.
"I was just thinking about what Jason said," he began.
"Said about what?" Jason asked
"About these bitches needing to be taught a lesson. I've got an idea, a damn good one, if you guys are daring enough to go along with it."
"I'm daring enough to go along with anything right now," Jason said.
"Me too," Darrell nodded.
"Okay, here's the pitch, Charlie said, leaning over and beginning to speak considerably lower than before. "You remember me telling you about that old ranch I inherited from my Uncle Herman when he died a few months back?" The other two men nodded. "It's located up in the mountains off the beaten path, outside of Scottsdale. Herman was a damned strange guy, a real hermit, and he wanted to be away from everyone and everything, which this place definitely is"
"Are you about to suggest what I think you are?" the long, lean cowboy asked as the construction worker listened with rapt attention.
"If you guys are game we can fix up the barn of that place and turn it into a regular pain palace and pleasure palace at the same time, and we can get plenty of satisfaction by disciplining snotty bitches who deserve it at the same time."
"As long as you'll include that damned cunt Ellen then count me in," Jason laughed, wondering if Charlie was simply letting off steam or if he was serious.
Seeing as how your misfortune spurred all this talk and got us thinking in this vein I think it would be only proper to start by kidnapping this Ellen and taking turns on her. Now how does that sound to you?"
"You really are serious about it," Jason exclaimed.
"I am if you guys are," the muscular, soft spoken Charlie said in a determined tone. "Here's what I'm thinking. If we're clever about this we can kidnap these dames so that nobody will know what happened and then we can keep them as prisoners at this place. Wait'll you see it. I mean, it's hidden amidst those mountains so it's just about impossible to find unless you know where you're going. So I'm figuring we get a stable of girls together and then, real discreet you know, solicit some customers. Guys who wanna bang the girls."
"And meanwhile we're getting all we want," Jason said, his eyes widening with interest.
"Absolutely right," Charlie said. "As a matter of fact, we can run a unique whore house. We can give guys a chance to get even with women who have done them dirt at least vicariously by giving these bitches all kinds of hell."
"I like it. I absolutely love it," Darrell threw his head back and laughed. "I just hope that we can include this fucking little bitch waitress Dawn Gerald in our plans."
"Why not go after her after we've broken in Ellen the right way," Jason said.
"Good, it sounds great," Charlie said. "Hell, I don't give a damn about this machine operator's job I've got anyway. I'd give anything to get out of the rat race. Damn, I never thought I'd ever find a use for that old ranch out in the middle of nowhere. It'd never bring any kind of a price being as remote as it is."
"But its remoteness is just the thing that makes it so damned useful to us." Darrell grinned, warming up to the idea with each passing minute.
The trio finished off its drinks, after which Charlie ordered a fresh round and they talked quietly but with great interest about their future plans and the exquisite use they would make of the ranch that Charlie inherited from his uncle. They didn't leave the bar until a few minutes past twelve and agreed to drive out to the ranch on Saturday morning.
Chapter Six
The three men met and drove in Jason's pickup truck to the small ranch that Charley Wicker inherited from his hermit uncle.
They immediately agreed that the place had possibilities as far as their objectives were concerned. When they examined the spacious barn, which was larger than the relatively small house, they agreed that it was ideal for their purpose. Darrell agreed to furnish a set of whips that he owned and used in his work as a cowboy, while Jason volunteered to lead a building project to get the barn up to their inner specifications and to enlarge the size of the main living quarters, which they all agreed was not of sufficient size of house for all three men and their female prisoners. And so they worked on weekends for the next month, rigging up a cell-like dwelling for their captives, complete with barred windows and heavy, padlocked doors so they would not be able to escape. The men agreed that nothing should be left to chance.
When the building had been completed, the men sprawled out in front of a mountain behind the converted barn late on a Sunday afternoon and opened a fresh six pack of beer, with which they would celebrate their triumph in stage one of the operation.
As Jason took a long cold swig of beer, his lips tensed as he contemplated getting revenge against Ellen Stacey at long last. He had spent many sleepless nights the last month smarting with turbulent anger, impatiently awaiting the moment when he would be able to exact his revenge. The words rang in his ears one by one with devastating impact, the words of the smug and bitingly sarcastic Ellen a, she read him the riot act and told him that the doctor she was planning to marry was worth a lot more money than Jason. He was a proud man and hated to be put down in such a nasty fashion. Now he would achieve revenge
"Let's get right down to brass tacks," Jason said. "Let's kidnap that little bitch Ellen right off and give her what's coming to her. The only privileged treatment that I ask for is that I get first dibs. I've got a score to settle with her."
"That's okay by me," Darrell said. "Just as long as we all get to break her in just right. Sooner the better, far as I'm concerned."
After a moment's pause Charlie Wicker spoke his piece.
"I think Jason oughta get first crack, he's sure as hells entitled to it," Charlie agreed, "but I think we oughta wait about two weeks before pulling off the kidnapping. You see, we've all gotta make our independent plans to leave town, or at least make everybody we know think we're leaving town, and that has to be done independently. As badly as we wanna get this rolling, we don't want to trip ourselves up by acting hastily."
"You've got a point there, Charlie," Darrell nodded. "Everything you said is okay by me."
"Same here," Jason grinned. "Just as long as I'm on that kidnapping team."
"I was thinking that maybe Darrell and I oughta handle that alone," Charlie said.
"Why in hell you wanna do that?" Jason asked with surprise.
"For one thing she doesn't know us," Charlie explained. "There'll be more chances of a sticky emotional scene if you're there on the scene, and I wouldn't really blame you the way the lousy little twat treated you. Then I've got another reason as well for thinking that way."
"Go ahead." Jason listened with interest.
"I'm figuring that you can be back at the place all ready to go. Then when we get her out here and drag her into the barn, untie her, take off her blindfold and all, then what have we got? We've got horny and angry Jason all set to jump on her, and will she ever be shocked to hell when she sees you."
Charlie no sooner finished speaking than Jason slapped his knee, then burst into rollicking laughter. A few seconds later Darrell Oglesby did the same. All the while Charlie sat watching them with a grin.
"You're a genius, Charlie, a damned genius, Jason said. "I like it, I like the sound of the whole thing."
"And you're just the stud who's gonna break her in right when we deliver her to you," Charlie winked.
It was almost three weeks later that Charley and Darrell waited in Charlie's red Volkswagen across the street from Ellen Stacey's apartment. Even though Jason's pickup truck would have given them more room, they knew that Ellen was intimately familiar with it. They had observed the beautiful blonde walk hand-in-hand toward her apartment with the slender, bespectacled doctor after they exited his Mercedes sedan some three hours before. With Jason's help they had a working diagram in their heads of Ellen's apartment, and he had told them that she often left the back door open, locking it just before turning in. But wait! they thought. Perhaps that would not be needed. Maybe there would be an easier way!
"Do you see what I see?" Darrell grinned, watching as Ellen and the doctor walked arm-in-arm in the darkness toward his Mercedes
"I sure do," Charlie smiled. "Two lovebirds."
"Very touching."
"I'd like to clobber old smart ass. He really thinks he's something."
"Only it increases our risk," Charlie reminded.
"I know. Just wishing."
"I think this is gonna work out just beautifully."
Darrell and Charlie watched as Ellen and the doctor exchanged one last passionate evening lip kiss in front of his car, after which he opened the door and stepped inside. Ellen watched him drive off, waving until the sedan turned the corner and passed out of sight.
"Time to do your stuff, Darrell," Charlie said.
"Damned right."
Charlie watched as Darrell picked up the long, shiny, steel-bladed knife that he had brought along for the occasion. He moved stealthily but swiftly toward Ellen, who was beginning to walk back across the street and toward her apartment building. Darrell reached out and threw his right hand over her mouth, thrusting the edge of the knife just barely against the edge of her back so that she would know what was there.
"One sound and I carve you up like a Thanksgiving turkey," the rugged cowboy whispered with contempt. "This way, blonde bitch. We're gonna take a nice little ride together."
Once that they got the terrified, steadily trembling Ellen Stacey into the back seat of Charlie's Volkswagen they tied her up, blindfolded her, and gagged her mouth so that she could do very little other than breathe.
"Now we're gonna have some fun," Charlie looked at Darrell and winked as he started up the car.
"Yeah, we can't keep our old friend Jason waiting any longer than necessary," Darrell replied.
Jason Bogart sat on a stool gulping down his third nervous beer in a row. It had taken a lot longer than he had hoped, and he feared that maybe something had gone wrong. He wore nothing but a robe and slippers, and everything was in place in the converted barn that would now serve as a pleasure-pain palace. The mats were all in place in the middle of the vast room, and the contraption that Jason had thought up and built was also in place, a swing-like contraption connected to the ceiling complete with straps so that a victim could be subdued and fucked in any way that the attacker or attackers desired. And then there were the trusty whips donated by Darrell which hung from nails in a special corner of the vast room.
Just when Jason was becoming increasingly worried about his two friends and the whole kidnapping enterprise he observed the door fling open. His heart began pulsating and his cock immediately stiffened as he jumped up from his stool and watched Charlie and Darrell dragging a totally helpless Ellen in to the room. She was still wearing the glittering golden dress that the doctor had recently bought for her, and that she had worn on her date that evening. They had, had quick sex shortly after returning home from dinner at a restaurant, after which they had talked in the living room.
"Here she is," Darrell said as the cowboy and Charlie threw her crudely downward onto the white mats that had been rolled onto the floor.
Jason said nothing, but the triumphant smile which spread across his entire face told the whole story. While Darrell and Charlie were untying their victim, an aroused Jason kicked off his slippers and removed his robe. He walked quickly over to the corner of the room where the whips hung, picking up a shiny black model and holding it firmly, restlessly, in his right hand.
As had been planned, Darrell and Charlie waited until the end to remove Ellen's blindfold and gag. When they did, she was staring directly up at Jason's hairy naked body, his cock throbbing with agitating stiffness, his right hand holding the black whip. The cold mean stare he gave her was the equivalent of a thousand words as far as expressing his inner feelings was concerned.
"Jason, oh honey, what are you doing here?" Ellen asked fearfully, her jaw hanging and lips quivering as she kept staring at Jason.
"I'm ready to give you the lesson you deserve," he barked.
"I... I really didn't mean what I said that night," Ellen's face turned white and she began sobbing unrestrainedly, her terror-filled blue eyes focused on the black whip that Jason held menacingly in his right hand. "You know I love you, Jason, I always have. Please turn me loose. I'll never say anything to anybody."
"Like hell," Jason snarled.
"No, honey, honestly, darling, honestly. I'd never think of turning you or your friends in."
"What a load of crap," Darrell Oglesby laughed sarcastically. "Now that you've got the bitch cornered, Jason, she's sounding a whole lot different than last time."
"You're damned right," Jason said, beginning to move closer to Ellen, his cock firm and rock hard with desire.
"We had to wait a long time for her," Charlie said. "I guess the old doctor was fucking her."
"I'll just bet," Jason nodded slowly, stopping inches away from Ellen.
"You want us to tear everything off of her and make things easier for you, Jason?" Darrell asked, his eyes beaming with enthusiasm over the prospect of stripping every bit of clothing from the voluptuous blonde as his own member swelled with wanton lust.
"Yeah, right now, no time better'n the present," Jason said.
Jason watched, growing more aroused with each passing second as he saw Darrell and Charlie throw themselves down on the mat on top of the pleading, tearful Ellen, who shrieked loudly as they savagely ripped her dress from her body.
"Please, oh no, please don't hurt me, we can be friends," she sobbed and shrieked, but all to no avail as her pursuers completely ignored her pleading gasps.
Once that they finished ripping her dress from her trembling alabaster body she lay vulnerably on the mats wearing nothing other than a crisp while brassiere and matching bikini panties as both Darrell and Charlie eyed her hungrily. Noticeable bulges surfaced in their crotches that she observed, causing her to become more fearful than ever.
"She's built every bit as good as you say she is," Charlie gulped. "No wonder you were doing so much bragging, Jason, when you were going with her."
"That's right," Jason said, "and we're all gonna get all the kicks we want out of that body and we don't even have to ask. No, this bitch is gonna do exactly as we tell her."
"Let's finish stripping her," Darrell panted, his eyes flashing lewdly as they took in every curvaceous inch of her creamy flesh.
Jason's cock hardened more noticeably than ever as he watched his two partners in crime reach down and complete the job of stripping Ellen completely naked. Charlie's fingers moved quickly toward her brassiere, quivering with urgency as they ripped at the back of it, promptly removing it as he watched her firm ivory tits pop free in all their salacious jutting glory.
While Charlie accomplished his objective of removing Ellen's brassiere and letting her tits fall free, Darrell reached down and made a swift grab for her crisp white panties. His fingers clasped tightly against the waistband of them, after which he tugged sharply and pulled them down her legs and off of her.
When Darrell got his first glimpse of Ellen's thick furry forest of dazzling white pubic hair and her captivating pink vagina his heart began to pound and he started to wonder just how long he could possibly wait before he would have to plunge his torrid meaty spear into action against his captive target. His eyes scrutinized her fleecy pubic vee and he immediately detected drippings of thick white sperm in her matted pubic hairs which indicated emphatically that she had recently engaged in sex.
"Oh my, now what have we here?" Darrell burst into loud sarcastic laughter. "Our little captive here had sex earlier tonight."
"That ain't gonna bother me none," Jason Bogart spat contemptuously, "because I wasn't figuring on fucking her pussy anyway."
"Now that we've taken all her clothes off you want us to tie her up or anything, Jason?" Charlie asked.
"Nah, I'll take her on just like she is," Jason's eyes rolled with lusty excitement as he peered down at the naked form of the one and only woman who had ever carnally driven him out of his mind. He recalled those many sleepless nights in the torturing aftermath of the break-up with him, when he had seen that same sleek ivory form rolling on a bed, just waiting to be fucked. Now he had her right where he wanted her, and he knew one thing for sure. He would not play things like a gentleman and consult her before engaging in a particular sex act. Instead he would do precisely what he felt like whether she liked it or not and, hopefully, she would bitterly dislike much of what he would do so that she would have to suffer that much more. Yes, Jason was hell-bent on revenge, and was determined to prove to Ellen that he was fully in charge.
"Then we'd better get the hell away from here and clear out for Jason," Charlie told Darrell. "He gets the first shot on this one."
"Sure thing," Darrell said.
Even though Jason's two partners wanted to tie into Ellen's beautiful body so badly that they could taste it, they knew that they would have their chances later, and in the interim they could watch the vengeful Jason get back at the woman who had left him.
A look of terror filled Ellen's expressive blue eyes as Charlie and Darrell backed away, gesturing to their friend Jason that it was his game to play anyway that he desired.
Even though she hated Charlie and Darrell, Ellen had felt a little safer knowing that they were standing around talking rather than forcibly attacking her. They had been prolonging her fate, and as Jason began to stealthily advance her heart pounded with increasing terror as she began to recognize what was in store for her. There was the shiny black whip in his quivering hand, and she was only too well aware of the probability of his using it.
Ellen could hear his heavy breathing as he stood within inches of her. Jason reached back, then delivered it with bristling impact as it landed on her left ass cheek with a crisp, ringing thud. Ellen began to sob and her body trembled as she desperately pleaded with Jason while the tears rolled profusely down both sides of her face.
"Please, oh please," she begged. "Jason. Don't hurt me. I always did like you better than my fianc�. I was getting ready to break up with him and go back to you. Honest I was."
"You're not only a treacherous bitch, but you're a liar too," Jason shouted bitterly.
Just hearing Ellen make such a statement in desperation to him caused Jason to fume with greater hatred. Once more he used the whip on her left buttock, allowing it to crash against her skin with even more bruising impact than before. This time her buttock began to noticeably swell and redden, which caused him to drive onward with even greater desire and anger. Several times in rapid succession the black whip made sharp, crackling impact against her stinging flesh, and after he got through with her left asscheeks he went to work with the same degree of smoldering hatred as the whip cut sharply against her right asscheeks over and over.
At first Ellen shrieked at the top of her lungs, begging Jason to please stop, telling him that she had not meant to say anything nasty to him, but Jason remained unappeased as the whip kept thrashing against her, tearing her skin several times as trickles of blood surfaced.
"How can you do this to me?" she sobbed in desperation at one point. "You said that you had feeling, genuine feeling for me, and now you're beating me savagely."
Eventually Jason tossed the whip aside. Once he discarded it, he threw himself down on top of his cringing victim, who continued to sob in painful desperation.
"Just open that mouth of yours," he shouted as his body landed on top of the mat. "I'm gonna throatfuck you like you wouldn't believe."
As Jason extended his legs on both sides of Ellen's head and reached down and began stroking the firm fleshy length of his hard, resolute cock, he thought back to the times that Ellen had managed to sweet talk him out of having to give him blow jobs. A few times she had reluctantly gone through with the process, but Jason recalled that blow jobs had always been a sore point with him because they had been a sore point with her. Now she had no choice and he would do exactly as he saw fit. It made Jason feel good to know that she was totally helpless.
"Just keep that big mouth of yours open," he snarled, "because I'm gonna ram my prick down your throat."
Jason's breathing began to come in short puffy gasps as he pushed his stiff, blood-engorged member forward, aiming it for the wet salacious opening of her mouth. He wanted to engulf her with his solid, dominating manliness and watch her squirm helplessly under the steadily driving assaults of his steaming cudgel.
Before his hard aroused prick made its initial penetration into the helpless confines of Ellen's gullet, he reached down with surging anxiety and guided his fingers crisply against Ellen's crinkly breasts. He wanted to hurt her with his pinching efforts and did so, grinding flesh against flesh as she moaned painfully. He loved hearing the moans, recognizing that his finger efforts were bearing fruit and that he was hurting this beautiful but unfaithful blonde who had left him and crushed him. Now he was repaying her, giving her an idea through his aggressive physical contact just how much pain he had felt in a different sense when she had left him.
While his fingers kept pinching against the soft but firm warmth of her ripe ivory melons, which were beginning to redden under his painful onslaught, he kept plunging his spasming cock forward. She closed her eyes and grimaced as he ramrodded his blazing cock into the outer edges of her mouth, recognizing that he would be plunging in much deeper as time elapsed.
"Naw, you never liked giving head," he snarled bitterly. "Well, you're gonna find out what it's like to give head. I m gonna rip your mouth with my stiff prick."
Darrell and Charlie watched the action with mounting interest from a few feet away, recognizing all the while how much it meant to their good friend Jason to obtain revenge from Ellen.
His stiff, torrid cock began to slash and charge with unrestrained zeal as Jason began throwing caution to the winds, sliding his determined sword into her dominated mouth, stuffing his thick, bloated member into the cavernous depth of her throat. As he pushed his steaming vehicle all the way to the base of her throat, the helpless Ellen could scarcely breathe. Several times she thought she would choke on his devastating dagger, and all the while his steaming fingers continued to solidly and restlessly press against her firm warm mounds of breast flesh.
Sweat began to stream down both sides of Jason's face as he kept tensely grinding his rigid member into the piercing depths of her helpless throat, and as he kept on driving his dominating spear into her stuffed mouth, he quickly removed his fingers from her breasts and plunged them against her pink nipples. He let his fingers twist against her nipples as he exercised enough force to precipitate pain, all the while filling her helpless mouth with his engulfing manmeat.
Jason's body tightened and his ass cheeks swung in a rapid circuitous movement while he kept driving his sturdy flinging pole into Ellen's helpless mouth as her body reeled drunkenly while the pummeling attack continued. A few flaming cock blasts later he began to feel a nervous twitching at his torrid, bloated testicles, informing him just how close he was to the point of a scalding orgasm.
He dramatically began to slow up his movements, desiring to prolong his wild throatfuck as long as possible, to batter Ellen with his slashing prick attack until the spewing droplets of his prolific white cream gushed from the end of his thundering spear.
His helpless victim's jaw began to ache from the scorching attack to which she was being subjected by Jason. Ellen's head began to spin in a semi-drunken daze, and in her acute pain she could not help but hate the savage Jason with every ounce of breath in her. She recalled how she had always thought him a little on the crude side, and now she could not help but think of him as anything other than a terrible beast.
Jason's battering-ram prick continued to drive and twist as it penetrated once more to the base of his victim's throat. He swelled with pride and his face broke into a triumphant smile as he once more stepped up his pace, plunging his stiff soaring cock deep into Ellen's mouth. She closed her eyes and grimaced once more, coming close to gagging on his attacking cock once again.
Even though she hated him for subjecting her to such pain and humiliation, there was something exciting about the way that Jason was taking charge and severely pummeling her with his sharp, lancing movements, and as he drove himself that much nearer to that irresistible moment when the broiling penis fluid would have to prolifically dart from the searing end of the spongy tip of his elongated organ, Ellen actually began to anticipate his unswerving blasts, painful as they were, with a certain measure of enjoyment. She wondered if something was happening to her mind since she would have to alternately open and close her eyes to more easily endure the seemingly interminable pain. Yet through it all there remained tremendous thrills that she also derived from his sharp and steady intrusions into the cavernous depths of her mouth.
"You're really giving her a wild workout, Jason," Darrell called out excitedly. "I hope there'll still be a little left over for Charlie and me."
"Don't worry," Jason laughed. "This bitch can bounce back. All she needs is somebody like me to break her in."
"While you're breaking her in, just see that you don't break her period," Charlie laughed.
Darrell and Charlie could barely stand to watch the appealing sight of their friend Jason totally taking charge of and dominating the reeling blonde, whose battered mouth continued feeling the brunt of Jason's incessantly plunging staff. As the rugged construction worker neared the point of climax, he removed his busy fingers from his victim's prickly nipples and let them sink against the sore mounds of her previously white but now crimson ass cheeks. He noticed the unsightly scratches and the splotches of dried blood emanating from his wild whip assault, which had gotten things underway a few minutes earlier with a tumultuous thud.
The moment that his fingers sharply grabbed hold of the firm ass globes his victim let out a painful gasp, which did not surprise Jason one bit, since he knew how swollen her buttocks must have been following his whip attack.
It thrilled Jason to know that he was hurting Ellen since he believed firmly with everything in him that she definitely deserved it. He let his fingernails dig into her sensitive assflesh, causing her buttocks to squirm more rapidly than ever as he put the finishing touches on his throatfuck, burying his overpowering erect cock as deeply as he knew how in her mouth.
"Oh damn, you've got her now," an excited Darrell said as his erect penis rolled around inside his trousers. "Just keep ramming her with your dick, Jason. Damn, you're really giving her a fuck."
Jason's body rocked with increasing exhilaration and his heart started pounding more pulsatingly than before as he grunted and gasped, driving his stiff blood-engorged tool deep inside her until he could stand it no more. The first clue as to how close he was to exploding his large deposit of thick white juice came when a few tiny droplets of fluid oozed out of the end of his thundering instrument.
A few quick, jolting stabs later he felt the scalding juices in his mushrooming balls and knew that the spurting phallic floodtide within him just had to be released from the end of his charging cock. There was no looking back, nor could he ease off on his pace as he had done once before. No, he knew, there was no easing off when a person had come this far.
His wiggling buttocks glided back and forth and he heaved a loud gasp as Jason felt the first few droplets of flowing white semen begin to spurt from the end of his steaming pole, which continued to collide with the back of Ellen's throat.
Ellen realized she was getting a terrible headache, but hardly had time to even think about it as the torrential spurting droplets of Jason's escaping jissum thundered wildly from the nub end of his inflamed prick as a raging genital heat enveloped him and his balls remained bloated with helpless naked lust.
The first few jetting blasts of semen were almost enough to convince Ellen that she was going to drown in Jason's sperm. She wanted to cry out but could not, since he had her mouth stuffed with his scorching prick and the splashing prick fluid was gushing voluminously from the end of his fleshy pole.
"I'm off, oh damned, it feels so good," he gasped, smiling as he watched the gobs of hot fluid escaping from the end of his turgid member.
Chapter Seven
The headache magnified and her throat felt both sore and parched after Jason had put through her the painful ordeal of the throatfuck, but Ellen remained perplexed over the fact that she had felt thrilled as well by what was happening, right up to the point where the last few blazing drops of jissum had spurted from Jason's savage prick.
She hoped that it was all over, at least for that night, after the pounding she tad taken from Jason but next thing she knew he was reaching down once more with his strong, heavily calloused hands and clutching sharply against her sore buttocks.
"Get over on your knees," he commanded, "and do it fast."
Feeling the flinching pain, Ellen hoped to convince Jason to let her go by cooperating with his desire. She quickly turned her body around, perching herself on her knees, holding her breath in hopes that Jason would not subject her to a great deal of pain. She thought about trying to persuade him not to hurt her, but quickly abandoned the idea, recognizing that her strategy would probably work in reverse and cause Jason to become vindictive.
Once that she assumed her position on her knees, Ellen's body tensed nervously as she began wondering just what Jason would do next. She did not have to wait for long. No sooner did she assume her position than he reached out with his right hand and plunged the first two fingers of it into her asshole. Her asscheeks flounced quickly back and forth as Jason hammered with unrelenting desire, pushing his fingers with driving force deep into her twisting anus.
"What an ass," Jason gulped. "It's so nice and tight. How does it feel, bitch, to have me fucking my fingers inside it?"
"It's fine," she decided to say, even though her asshole was wracked with pain. Ellen hoped that she could somehow placate this incredible madman who seemed hell-bent on destroying her while in the midst of enjoying himself sexually.
His fingers kept pummeling her, driving stiffly into the tight flesh of her anus as her hips twisted instinctively inner the torrid, whipping finger thrusts. Just watching Ellen's shapely buttocks nervously swaying under the driving finger stabs of Jason caused Darrell and Charlie to experience wilder desires than ever to get into the swing of things and put their torrid cocks to rest with pulsating orgasms.
While Jason's stern fingers kept pushing determinedly all the way into Ellen's ravaged asshole, his steaming rock continued to progressively harden as he anticipated driving it steadfastly into her anal passage. He kept thinking about how grand that moment would be when he sank his hurling vehicle up between her quivering buns and allowed it to rip and slash with impunity.
He kept stinging her with his driving finger stabs, enjoying every provocative thrust as he watched the tension build constantly in his stormy, ever swelling balls, which were beginning to quake with mounting sensation. Jason could feel his balls starting to ache as he got set to launch into some determined sodomy.
When Jason pried his fingers suddenly loose from Ellen's anal passage, she let out a gasp and relaxed momentarily, hoping once again that he would not be hurting her anymore but feeling down deep that he would.
"Now that I loosened your asshole up with some finger-fucking I'm gonna push my cock into it," he laughed, slapping her buttocks with considerable gusto.
Ellen's whole body stiffened and she began to sob with the same kind of desperation she had evidenced earlier before Jason had slashed his cock inside her mouth.
"No, no, oh please Jason darling, anything but that," she cried, her whole body trembling.
"I don't go for this damned stupid childish crying," he grumbled.
"But don't hurt me that way."
"I do as I please. There won't be any more of this telling me what to do stuff. None of that at all. I'm calling the shots and I want that understood."
"Yes, yes, anything, but please don't torture me that way," she said, her head still throbbing from the headache that had developed during the painful ordeal of the throatfuck.
"Maybe you'll like to learn it," Jason grinned fiendishly. "You know, lots of times when women start off by screaming about an act, they end up loving it."
"But I've never had it that way before."
"That's all the more reason why you need it," he laughed. "Isn't that right, men?"
Jason looked over at his friends Darrell and Charlie, grinning happily. They promptly grinned back.
"The only way to treat a bitch like that is by doing just what you damned well please," Charlie said bitterly. "I know that after two lousy marriages."
"Go get her, Jason," Darrell called out. "That makes it real exciting, her never having it up the ass before."
"It sure does," Jason nodded.
Jason reached down with both hands and allowed them to move smoothly up and down the smooth rubbery base of his fleshy cock, which was now every bit as stiff and excited as it had been before Jason's first orgasm. Once again Ellen's voluptuous body and gorgeous face had captivated him, but this time his flaming lust was accompanied by a strong desire to hurt her. Ellen turned her head back and watched Jason's diligent finger pumping with a sense of foreboding, recognizing what lay in store for her. By then she had resigned herself to the painful state of being assfucked, even though she knew how painful it would be. There was just no way of talking the carnally hungry Jason out of getting what he wanted.
He manipulated his fingers steadily against his savage member for a few more moments, then promptly withdrew them. His hands reached out and took her still sore buttocks captive once more, this time inflicting more pain than at any time since his whip attack. His stiffly clenching fingers dug ever so deeply against her assflesh, imbedding themselves with a steady conviction as he gritted his teeth and prepared to launch his hammering cock forward.
"I'm gonna have myself inside that tight ass right now," he gasped, preparing to make his initial onslaught up between her captive, pain-ridden asscheeks and into the forbidden inner portals of her previously unassailed asshole.
His breath became increasingly heavier as he felt the tugging waves of sensation multiplying in his stern, sturdy dagger. Jason shoved it forward like a cutlass, his eyes transfixed on the delicious sight of her sore, twisting buttocks and the tight opening to her anal channel, which he would soon be filled with his torrid fleshy pole.
She heard him heave a heavy sigh, then felt his seething fingers clamped down even harder against her wriggling assflesh as he hurled his sturdy, blood-engorged member forward.
Jason's ravaging cock bruised and defiled her with its first savage inward penetration. He deliberately had disdained using any kind of lubricant to soften his intrusions, desiring to make her pay in every way for having left him and ridiculed him.
When Jason's stiff dagger dug like a sword into the intimate depths of her rubbery rectum, Ellen's body tightened and she burst into a spontaneous delirious reaction, screaming loudly while the tears once more began to gush down both sides of her face.
"Cry all you want," Jason laughed, "because it ain't gonna do you one solitary bit of good. You're out in the wide open spaces and there's nobody gonna hear you but us, so eat out your heart, bitch, yeah, just go on and eat it out."
His rampaging meatiness kept devouring her as he sank his skewering prick forcibly into her anal lips, precipitating heavy surges of pain throughout her ravaged behind as Jason's lewdly ravenous penis kept exploring the tight inner confines of her asshole.
An agonizing grimace of total surrender twisted Ellen's features into a contorted mask, and appraising the graphic example of her forced submission spurred Jason on that much more. His swollen, lust-bloated testicles sharply brushed mid scraped against her buttocks as he pumped with wanton ferocity, driving his steadily pistoning blade of steel ever so sharply into the piercing depths of her helpless anus.
Ellen's nostrils flared open at her breath burned in her lungs while Jason pumped and slashed with steaming rapidity, his hips and buttocks spasming with every driving plunge that his forceful cock made into the fiery inner depths of her anus.
His stiff meaty cock continued pumping in and out of her anus as he blasted her with rhythmic consistency in her anal ring. A time bomb of steadily accelerating passion was immersed within the fiery cock and seething balls of Jason as he wielded his meaty staff with unabated fury, disdaining any show of sympathy, concentrating solely on deriving every inch of wild pleasure from his blasting thrusts as he moved inexorably toward a wild orgasm.
"What an ass, ah, what an ass," he sighed, looking over at Darrell and Charlie as he pumped his way ever nearer to that ultimate moment when the juices would splash from the end of his inflated spear.
Ellen mewled animalishly and sobbed some more as Jason's all-consuming cock buried itself with mounting heat into the puckered ring of his helpless victim's sore anus, which throbbed with acute pain. A raging genital heat enveloped Jason's every movement, and instinctively his trembling, sweaty hands reached out and began slapping against Ellen's sore, earlier bloodied asscheeks as she cried out with pain once more.
But soon Ellen's strength began to wane and her moans degenerated into hoarse muffled gasps as his electrified balls kept scraping against her twisting buttocks and his unyielding penis continued to ram into the tight intimate depths of her ravaged asshole. Ellen choked back a scream that hung in her parched throat, recognizing that another outburst of that type would serve only to make Jason more angrily determined to hurt her in every way that he knew how.
His virile, trembling body was almost completely sweat-soaked as tiny rivulets of perspiration dripped from the hollows and crevices of his legs and torso and oozed onto her quivering flesh.
Several stampeding penis strokes later, Jason knew that the volcanic tremor that had been rapidly building within his blazing cock and bloated balls was set to arrive. He heard Ellen let out a painful hiss as he sent his thundering instrument sinking rapaciously into her pained bottom-hole. For the first time he could see trickles of blood oozing from her anal channel as he drilled uncompromisingly.
Once more he let his stinging hands land with sturdy impact as they landed crisply against Ellen's asscheeks while his driving manmeat moved ever nearer to the ultimate sensation of quivering, tremulous orgasm.
His balls ached and seethed with stored-up volcanic lust as he pumped and pushed his sturdy tool into her one more time.
"Ooooohhhhh, aaaaahhhhh, can't take it anymore," he finally gasped, his body spasming back and forth.
Darrell and Charlie watched, looking at each other for a moment and nodding knowingly, then turning their attention back to the captivating sight of Jason's escaping penis fluid splashing in all its warm thickness from the end of his glistering, devastating staff and into her asshole.
Chapter Eight
Darrell and Charlie became hornier than ever as they watched Ellen's squirming ass spasm and the thick steady stream of blazing cock juice shoot from the end of Jason's prick.
The irrepressible Jason kept plunging his long steady penis into Ellen's sore, bloodied anus until the final few droplets of surging jissum bolted from the end of his penis, after which he quickly withdrew it.
Ellen let out a gasp of relief, beginning to sob once more as she contemplated her fate. One man to whom she had once been very close had completely humiliated her by shoving his long savage cock into her mouth until it exploded, after which he had then brutally assaulted her anal passage until every droplet of flaming sperm had splashed from the end of his rampaging cock and into her asshole. Her headache was even worse than before and intense pain in her anal channel was more acute than it had been when he had his charging phallus driving unmercifully inside her.
If only this were just a nightmare and she would awaken, Ellen thought with desperation, but she knew that, that was certainly not the case. No, it was for real, and the question now was what they would do with her after they got through receiving their thrills.
"You can go next, Darrell," she heard one of the other two men say.
Ellen looked up, shook her groggy head, then observed the man called Darrell swiftly moving toward her. Her eyes widened with fear as he quickly squirmed out of his trousers, then slid his shorts down his thick, hairy legs and off of him. His long stiff cock was now on full display, and Ellen could see how prideful Darrell was concerning his elongated organ as he let his fingers slowly and soothingly reach down for it, after which they clasped his swollen instrument with great firmness. His fingers torridly pumped up and down the firm, length of his bulging erect member, and all the while Ellen lay there in silence, fearing the worst, hoping that Darrell would not ruthlessly assault her asshole in the way that Jason had earlier.
Jason had put his robe back on and was sitting on the ground, his back stretched out against the wall as he grinned fiendishly, having received his thrills for the evening and happy that Ellen was about to be subjected to more involuntary sex by another man.
As Darrell kept gliding his fingers up and down his sturdy hunk of manmeat, he started wondering just how to get his rocks off. Several times during the course of watching Jason hammer his blistering prick into Ellen's asshole he had been within an inch of an orgasm, and he had craved some more of the same kind of devastating action, but now he saw the rapidly drying droplets of blood at the edge of Ellen's anal passage and decided that it would be a good idea to reject an intrusion of that type for the time being. He would rather wait until the next day, since Jason had already broken her in that evening with a slashing attack.
But Darrell was still smoldering with wild passion, and he wanted to make Ellen capitulate under his forceful demands. While his fingers kept jerking against his bloated penis, he extended his legs slightly and moved his body a few feet closer to Ellen, whose heart started pounding with greater urgency than at anytime since Jason had pummeled her with his plunging cock.
"You're gonna suck my big dick," Darrell told her menacingly. "You're gonna push that tongue of yours toward it, and then you're gonna blast away with your tongue. Yeah, I know your type. You think you're too damned good to suck cock. I'll bet you love to have your pussy sucked, though. Sure, your kind always does. You're used to having guys worship you, worshipping at the shrine of the cunt. Well, there's no way that I'm gonna worship your cunt. No as a matter of fact, the three of us hold one treasured belief. And that's that our cocks are meant to be worshipped by the likes of snotty little cunts like you."
"That's telling her Darrell," Charlie let out an immediate howl of delight as he began removing his clothes. He could tell that it would take little time for Darrell to get his rocks off, and once that occurred he would get a shot at the captivating blonde prisoner to do as he saw fit.
"Reach down there and start playing with my cock and balls," Darrell commanded in a loud, assertive tone.
To show his victim just how much he meant business, Darrell reached down with both hands and let his surging fingers grab hold of his victim's hair, causing her to feel great tugging pain and prompting her to let out a loud, painful howl.
"Go ahead, eat your heart out," Darrell laughed with cruelty, "that is, if you've got a heart."
His fingers tugged with even greater force, and as he held on tightly he thought about the nasty Dawn Gerald, and how some day he hopefully would have her in the same subservient position in which he currently had Ellen.
Feeling the smoldering force of Darrell's insistent fingers tugging sharply at her hair, Ellen reached down and allowed her fingers to begin sliding along the bloated smooth surface of his flaming testicles.
Immediately Darrell's breath began coming in short, puffy gasps as he felt the steady pressure of Ellen's fingers twisting and tugging at the resilient folds of flesh.
"That's the way to do it," he nodded, beginning to let up slightly in the pressure that he applied to her hair. "If you act like a good girl then we can get along much better. Now start moving them a little faster. C'mon, keep those fingers pressing, keep on driving them against my balls."
At first Ellen hated the whole process of grinding her fingers with quick precision against Darrell's balls so much that she wanted to cry. She hated the indignity of a crude man pulling her hair and forcing her to yield to his sexual demands. But as the activity continued Ellen actually began to feel a measure of excitement looming within her as her fingers pushed solidly against his bulging testicles. She wondered just what was coming over her and even began to hate herself for feeling any excitement at all wherein Darrell was concerned.
The rugged cowboy's thick, hairy, tree trunk legs began to rock with ever greater excitement as he anticipated the next act that would afford him great pleasure.
"Okay, you've been fingering my balls, so now you can suck them," he heaved a loud gasp. "Suck my balls and play with my big long prick. Just move your fingers up and down the base of my cock. Let's really move, bitch, because I expect the best. My cock is on fire and I want it to explode."
Ellen released her fingers from Darrell's fiery nuts, then allowed them to grip firmly against the smooth hardened base of his blood-engorged member. His short, gasping breath along with the steady nervous trembling of his legs informed Ellen as to how excited Darrell was and how quickly he was likely to explode his hot droplets of spewing white cream into her mouth.
Her fingers moved in swift, sweeping strokes up and down the full length of Darrell's sturdy phallus. He let his fingers tug sharply at her hair several times as he let out a seething gasp.
"C'mon and start working your tongue against my balls," he said. "I'm not gonna be satisfied with a handjob. You're gonna suck me off and every drop of my hot shaft juice is gonna splash in your mouth. So c'mon and suck."
He continued to press tightly against her hair as Ellen's tongue began to slide against his inflated testicles, which itched with mounting sensation. She began cautiously enough, her tongue moving with extra slow precision, but soon Ellen once again started to feel throbbing waves of excitement by being forced to perform in a subservient capacity for the crude but strangely exciting Darrell.
When her tongue efforts started to generate steam as Ellen brushed her wet scarlet flesh busily against his twisting, lust-bloated balls, Darrell's hips and legs started to rock back and forth with spirited zest as he enjoyed every enthusiastic stroke that she generated.
"Now that's a little more like it," he gulped. "Okay, my balls are itching damned bad now and I need to get off. Your tongue can do it. Start sucking my prick. I want some good wild sucking. Nice and fast. Oh, just bring me off."
Searing passion scalded his firm resolute cock, which quivered ever so slightly with mounting waves of ecstatic anxiety as Ellen began pressing her tongue against the fiery tip of his thick sturdy staff. The moment that her tongue sank against the hardened ripe flesh for the first time Darrell let out a loud hiss and his legs jerked back and forth, looking for several seconds as if they were going to catapult beneath him.
"That's the way I like it," he gulped. "Now you're getting the idea. C'mon, suck, suck me off. Get every drop of that man-stuff out of me. C'mon, you're gonna suck it, damn right, you're gonna suck it."
Her tongue began pistoning like lightning up and down the firm, fleshy base of Darrell's sensitive cock. He listened to the loud slurping sounds emanating from Ellen as she kept up her pumping rhythm, her fiery scarlet tongue seething with energy as it worked steadfastly up and down the full length of his scalding firehose, which was being propelled ever closer with each driving tongue stab to the point wherein the juices would gush from the end of his organ.
The scalding liquid cum seethed within Darrell's torrid testicles as Ellen's scraping tongue kept devastating him with its sharply insistent, steadily probing thrusts. Her heart started to pulsate with savage lust as her head bobbed with unrestrained joy. Meanwhile she became more acclimated to what was happening to her. Even though Darrell's fingers were still gliding sharply against her head, he was no longer applying the same degree of force as he had earlier. Darrell was clearly pleased that things were going so well.
"That's it, keep digging with your tongue, just grind it against my long hard cock," he sighed. "Ah, do I ever love it. Suck it, oh, ah, suck it."
The unceasing tongue sensations brought his desire-hardened cock that much closer to the moment when the thick white sauce would profusely splash from the end of his towering tool. His blazing dagger skewered with raging genital lust as he felt her furiously lapping tongue slurp and twist against the full length of his sturdy staff.
He rocked back on his heels several times, his loins burning with lust and his bloated balls savoring the tremulous penis explosion that would soon be resulting.
"Get it, go get it," he grunted.
His hotly spasming body pushed ever closer to the precipice of orgasm as Darrell's breath came in short, puffy, staccato gasps. His searing balls unleashed their first appetizing sample to the now smoldering Ellen's open mouth as several droplets of salty white semen oozed into it. Her heart pounded with relentless determination as Ellen kept up her sweeping tongue movements, and as she restlessly pushed onward. Ellen remained aghast at the mystery of it all, bewildered over the fact that this crude, tough man was bringing her to such great heights of ecstasy, and particularly mystified over her anxiety to swallow the hot gobs of his steaming white cum, which would soon commence pouring from the end of his stiff cock.
Darrell's sturdy tool bulged with excitement as he let both hands clamp sharply against her head. He was bracing Ellen and himself as well for the imminent tremor that would inevitably follow. He hissed several times in rapid succession, and the inner fires which swelled inside him propelled him onward with even greater urgency.
Soon the thick white liquid began to stream from the rubbery tip of Darrell's exploding phallus. His hips wildly rocked as he happily observed the streaming gobs of cum inundate Ellen's mouth while her swirling tongue continued to connect with the tip of his hot shaft.
"I'm shooting it, so now you can swallow it all, oh damn, eat every delicious drop," he sighed.
Overcome with ecstatic zeal, Ellen's slurping tongue flailed from side to side as she sought to devour every captivating droplet of Darrell's steaming prick sauce. He watched several drops roll off and down the left side of Ellen's mouth.
"Hang in there," he said. "Swallow every drop of the stuff."
To show his displeasure over the penis droplets that got away, Darrell pulled at his victim's hair several times, but Ellen was doing her best to swallow the steaming floodtide that was spilling her way. Her gurgling mouth opened widely as she sought to hang on to his steaming fluid, and after losing the aforementioned droplets she managed to hang on to the rest of his searing load.
When she finally removed her tongue from Darrell's cock, he begrudgingly nodded to her.
"That's a little more like it," he said. "I had to force you to do what I wanted, but I managed to get the job done."
Ellen was more confused than ever by then. Just how could she feel waves of excitement over being attacked by a beast and being made to perform a sex act she never would have agreed to under other circumstances? The whole thing perplexed her.
Chapter Nine
Propelled to dizzying heights by surging sexual attacks at the hands of Jason and Darrell, the exhausted blonde beauty was now confronted with the inevitable prospect of sex with Charlie, the only member of the triumvirate who remained to be satisfied.
Charlie had watched the action between Darrell and Ellen in a state of wild-eyed agitation, eagerly anticipating some action of his own. Now he stood only a scant few inches away from her, totally nude, his hard irrepressible penis thrusting out solidly in front of him as a message of what would soon follow.
Ellen remained perplexed over why she had become so titillated at the prospect of having Darrell's spewing white sperm invade the provinces of her open mouth, and she tried to tell herself that the excitement stemmed from nothing more than confusion and her distraught feelings over all that had happened to her, particularly the brutal manner in which Jason had proceeded commencing with a sharp whip attack. She looked over momentarily at Jason, who wore a smirk on his face as he sat sprawled out on the ground, his back still resting against the wall. She could see that Jason was feeling a measure of triumphant satisfaction anytime that her body was forcibly defiled. Little could Ellen have realized until this fateful evening just how angry Jason had become over her leaving him for another man. She had anticipated some temporary frustration, but nothing on the order of what actually happened. The question she could not answer was why these other two men, Darrell and Charlie, people she had never met before, were joining him in the assault. What was this crude, sick trio going to eventually do with her, she asked herself, hoping that they were not planning on getting rid of her once that they had received their share of thrills.
But still, as she looked up at the naked Charlie, his large menacing penis staring at her, she started to feel a strange sort of contentment, like everything was going to be all right, and with this curious feeling came another that was in every way just as strange. Just staring at Charlie's hard restless cock brought back those same restless tuggings of anxiety at her stomach that had appeared earlier in the cases of the two other men. Her loins simmered as she tried to anticipate just what this quivering man was going to do to her.
"Take her, Charlie old boy, she's yours," Jason said with just a measure of impatience.
"I know, I just wanna take some time to look her over," Charlie grinned. "A pretty fine hunk of woman."
His complimentary remark caused thrills to surface within Ellen, combining with the already swelling excitement and sexual curiosity that dwelled within her.
Eventually Charlie began to stir, ever so easily sliding her body downward onto the mat on which Ellen was sprawled and lying on her back. He reached down with his right hand, letting his fingers slide slowly but surely up and down her supple silky white thighs. Although his first few movements were slow and exploratory, his fingers eventually began to generate steam as his pace dramatically picked up and his sturdy fingers ground firmly against her warmly resilient flesh, causing her to feel dazzling sensations of titillation in her pussy.
He immediately noticed the manner in which her thighs began to quiver under his stirring finger probes. Charlie continued grinding his fingers on her thigh for a few more strokes, upon which he then suddenly removed them.
"I'm gonna explore that beautiful cunt," he winked.
"Explore anything you want," Darrell called out laughingly. "She belongs to us. How does that feel?"
"Darned good," Charlie laughed.
His appraising eyes examined Ellen's glistening blonde-white pubic hairs, and suddenly he pushed his spirited fingers forward and let them toy with the silky curls of her fleecy pubic vee. His fingers rifled quickly through the strands of hair, and every time that his fingers made sturdy contact with her warm pubic nest Charlie noticed the manner in which Ellen's shapely white asscheeks glided sharply from side to side. He regarded her sensitivity to be an excellent sign and his heart surged with restless anxiety as he anticipated moving onward to the next stage of the action.
Charlie promptly withdrew his spirited fingers from Ellen's blonde curly pubic hair, then allowed them to move rapidly toward the sensitive budding node of her pink clitoris. As his fingers pressed against the warm pliant skin, Ellen reacted promptly, her hips and buttocks spasming and she hissed and gasped, her silky ass cheeks plopping luridly against the mat.
"I'm softening you up," Charlie laughed, "getting you ready for a hot fuck. You're gonna be getting real used to us, you gorgeous little bitch. Yes, we're gonna get real well acquainted."
Ellen immediately noticed the statement about getting acquainted. She took it as a good sign that maybe they weren't planning on doing away with her, at least not in the beginning, and as long as she had some time then maybe there was hope.
The blistering friction of Charlie's stirring finger-stabs continued to devastate the scalding surface of Ellen's clitoris, and soon moisture started to surface in her flaming and restless bud of quiveringly erect sensation.
Now that Charlie had pushed her ever so closely to the precipice of climax, he released his charging fingers from her quivering clitoris and sank them into the restless pit of her warm vagina. As his fingers danced with searing precision, he inhaled the appetizing scent of her femaleness, which drove him to ever greater heights of wanton lust.
His fingers quickly glided against her hair-fringed fissure, sweeping with wild delight as he pushed her to the brink of an ecstatic orgasm. Her searing asscheeks kept bumping against the mat as she heaved loud, wild gasps, enjoying each and every intrusion into her seething pink vaginal walls, despite the fact that she was desperately trying to convince herself that these men were all animals and that she hated them with every ounce of strength in her.
Her nakedly splayed legs kicked with mounting ecstasy as she enjoyed every sweeping finger thrust that plunged into the intimate portals of her puffy wet cunt lips. No, she realized, there was no way of conning herself, she very definitely enjoyed every stirring stroke that she received as his gliding fingers dazzled her with every twisting, insistent intrusion into her skewering cunt.
Ellen's cheeks became flushed with redness as Charlie drove her that much closer to climax with his piercing, pressing fingers. As his fingers scraped against the smooth surface of Ellen's fire-filled vagina one more time, Ellen felt thousands of tiny rockets explode within her as her buttocks slashed luridly against the mat and she heaved a loud, lascivious gasp.
"Oooooohhhh, I'm juicing," she gulped as a grinning Charlie pridefully watched the escaping droplets of seething pussy fluids splash from Ellen's smoldering vagina and into his hand. It made him feel good to know that he had brought her to this level of wild impassioned frenzy, and now that he had brought her off, he could think of only one thing, receiving the satisfaction to which his sturdy aching cock was entitled. Charlie withdrew his stirring fingers from Ellen's still blazing cunt, then started to concentrate exclusively on his long erect penis and its craving need for release.
He knelt between Ellen's quivering supple legs and resolutely pushed her simmering thighs up and back until her knees crushed the soft peaks of her firm breasts. Once more Ellen tried to convince herself that she felt restless waves of passionate ecstasy in her quivering cunt only because she was confused and had been forced to do so many things against her will during this bizarre evening, the strangest she had ever experienced in her life. But still, when all was said and done, she could not begin to believe herself.
Charlie's restless eyes took in every curvaceous inch of superbly proportioned snowy white flesh of the slightly trembling beauty who looked up at him with her limpid blue eyes. Yes, he thought, he would dominate this amazing blonde female specimen every bit as thoroughly as had his two predecessors, but he desired to explore the ravenous inner reaches of his victim's cunt, an enticing part of her anatomy that his two friends had seen fit to ignore in search of other sensations.
His eyes remained transfixed with hungry desire against the moist, lightly-fringed slit of Ellen's pussy, her quivering, pink lips palpitating with excitement even as she tried desperately to deny that any excitement existed. Tiny beads of moisture lined the small, hair-rimmed furrow, and further yet beneath it loomed the tightly puckered ring of her battered anus, the oozing droplets of blood from which were now dried and caked.
Charlie reached up with his trembling right hand and quickly mopped some perspiration from his wrinkled brow onto the back of his hand as he prepared to thrust his long, surging cock into the intimate confines of her puffy pink pussy lips.
She turned her head away, seeking not to look directly into Charlie's eyes as a feeling of shame began to overtake the dazzling Ellen in her confusing dual state of desire and rejection, even though down deep she knew which emotion would ultimately win out. Ellen hoped that she would do nothing to encourage these three animals in their disgusting behavior by making them feel that she was actually deriving enjoyment from their kind of lewd action.
Her eyes became little more than tear-stained slits from all the earlier crying that she had done and suddenly the exhaustion she felt over the prolonged ordeal to which she had been subjected during this unforgettable evening seized total possession of her. Ellen felt an aching stiffness in her muscles as Charlie's fingers began to determinedly encircle her voluptuous white breasts. Even though she was silently cursing Charlie under her breath for humiliating her in this manner in front of his two grinning animalistic friends, her distended nipples hardened with involuntary tautness all the same.
"Damn, what a set of knockers," Charlie gasped. "You told me that this woman had a fantastic set of bazooms on her, Jason, and you sure as hell were right."
The next sensation that Ellen felt was that of Charlie's teeth grating lightly over the crinkly budding hardness of her resolute, pebble-like pink nipples. She squirmed under Charlie and could not suppress a whimper of frenzied lustful excitement, which indicated unmistakably just how she felt.
"Am I ever gonna fuck you," he told her, making it sound like more of a threat than a promise.
Charlie let out a prolonged grunt, then began to guide his pelvis eagerly forward while Ellen's loins ground arousedly against the upturned alabaster softness of her crotch.
His cock drove with energetic stiffness, squirming its way with reckless enthusiasm into the forbidden depths of her pink, hair-fringed cuntal slit as she whimpered excitedly while the lust-bloated head of his spongy erection rubbed over the budding hardness of her sensitive clitoris.
Ellen bit into the flesh of her lower lip to stifle the cry of shame and bewilderment that filled her anguished soul as her head spun in a sea of swirling uncertainty, the answers to which she had not the vaguest idea.
Her mind staggered under the intensity of her feelings, recognizing that she should be feeling nothing but contempt for this beast who was breathing hotly above her, desiring just one thing, as much in the way of satisfying penis fulfillment as he could possibly desire.
Soon the throbbing member of her rapidly pursuing lover forged its way forward into her sweltering vaginal orifice as her hips contracted and her flaming white buttocks spun under the commanding onslaught being generated by Charlie's cannonading prick.
His thick staff pulsed with seething energy as it pushed with spearing impact into the inner dominions of her ravaged pink pussy. It was obvious from his initial movements that Charlie did not mind hurting his beautiful victim while in the process of enjoying his fuck. His bruising, determined pole kept slashing with quick anxiety as it shoved its way ever deeper into the torrid reaches of the searing pink valley that he desired with uncompromising lust.
Ever so steadily he kept battering her fire-filled vagina, growling and hissing as he made his commanding presence felt with every forward thrust that he inflicted into her puffy cunt lips.
"Oh damn, I don't know how often it's been fucked, but it sure is nice and tight," he moaned erotically, as his piercing pole of steaming flesh continued to drive against the twisting pinkness of Ellen's resilient cuntal womb.
He grunted with ever increasing volume as his cock slithered hotly into the incredibly tight velvety sheath of Ellen's pussy. She was dripping wet already with her lascivious cuntal liquid and her juices had lubricated Charlie's merciless entry so that he was able to enter her with a single vicious thrust, letting out a wild lusty gasp as he did so.
Charlie's sturdy, determined prick was between her legs and ramming into her with ecstatic, wild force. He was steadfastedly committed to the one objective of driving his thundering instrument into the quivering inner fibers of her throbbing pussy until the flaming fires of his swollen phallus were silenced.
His thrusts were deep and vicious, and with every backward movement of his desire-stiffened erection, Charlie pulled his drilling dagger almost entirely out of her dripping cuntal sheath, stretching the fleshy lips of her palpitating pussy and leaving just the thick, bulbous head of his driving penis inside her moist cuntal slit.
He began grunting with renewed energy, pushing onward with incredible strength forward, skewering wetly into the tightly-gripping depths of her fiery vagina, pushing the delicate pink flesh aside in huge rippling waves until his blazing pelvis collided with a wet-smoldering smack against the frail softness of her upturned crotch. Charlie's bloated, cum-infested balls slapped resoundingly into the smooth hairless crevice of her nether cheeks with a loud, blood-curdling noise that made Ellen's shameful humiliation only that much more intense.
Great sally tears obliterated the beautiful blonde's vision and she appeared to Charlie only an amorphous shape, grunting and moaning with unleashed passion. Her pain from his steadily insistent thrusts was made worse with the knowledge that her smoldering cunt was preparing to unleash a lewd streaming liquid avalanche of its own that was looming more inevitably with every plunging salacious entry into the tight, moist confines of her hair-fringed fissure.
He explored her pink cuntal valley several more times, rocking her with his jolting high voltage stabs. A few crunching thrusts later her wiggling ass cheeks rocked and she moaned throatily, being pushed to the heights of pleasure-pain as the searing droplets of cuntal fluid spurted involuntarily from her glowing furnace of pink lust, splashing and rolling down her thighs.
Recognizing that his victim had exploded a load of cunt-juice, the heavily sweating loudly panting Charlie's face became contorted with a lustful grin as his sword-like plunges became more intense than ever, his blazing scabbard driving and digging into the tightness of her pink fleshy portals, which were begging him to unload his virile white jissum inside of her, no matter how hard that Ellen resisted on another level.
"What a cunt, oh damn, what a cunt," he gasped.
While his thundering penis kept rocking steadily forward and into her moist twat, he reached down and let his fingers submerge themselves against the crinkly flesh of her soft breasts, which felt like two large, comfortable pillows as he squeezed and kneaded the firm folds of silky flesh.
Charlie kept pinching and squeezing against her fleshy swollen orbs, and as he did his devastating cock kept finding the mark while he drove that much closer to the inevitable phallic floodtide toward which he was inevitably leading.
His hips rocked with authoritative swiftness as the supremely confident Charlie kept gilding his soaring semen-filled instrument into the searing fibers of her twisting pussy flesh.
A few hard, grinding penis stabs later the flowing droplet, of his seismic floodtide splashed with volcanic ecstasy from the nub end of his elongated pole and into his victim's cunt.
"Now we both made it," he grunted, pushing his fingers against the crinkly flesh of her hot boobs one more time. "That was a sweet fuck and if you'd hated it as much as you'd like all of us to think then you couldn't have juiced girl-cum like that. You know damned well you couldn't've. "
Charlie's supercilious grin as he withdrew his cock from Ellen's pussy told her that he knew exactly where things stood.
Chapter Ten
Evening was just beginning to descend as Jason and Charlie waited pensively in Jason's pickup truck.
As Jason sat behind the wheel of the truck, his fingers thumped nervously several times against the steering wheel. They had walked into the small restaurant almost two hours earlier and ordered coffee from the stunning brunette with the shimmering coal black hair and the thick, sexy eyelashes. Their cocks had hardened with noticeable excitement as they examined every perfectly-sculptured line of her curvaceous figure. She wore a plain white waitress's outfit, but Jason and Charlie instantly noticed what wonders a figure like hers could do for any outfit no matter how plain it might be otherwise, as she fitted into it with just the degree of exquisitely tight precision. Every time that they got a look at her from the rear their thundering pricks stiffened and their bodies became filled with tension as they watched her perfectly rounded ass globes bounce like two magnificent balls with white covering as they danced back and forth within the tantalizingly tight confines of her outfit. When they observed her from the front their alert eye, became focused on the protruding bulges of her magnificently-endowed breasts, which jutted enticingly out of the front of her white outfit.
Despite the fact that Jason and Charlie both felt like talking to the sexually alluring brunette in intimate tones, they decided to conduct themselves with the utmost in formal decorum when they ordered coffee. They were seeking to educate themselves as much as possible under the circumstances with how this young woman acted. On top of that they did not want to call additional attention to themselves by creating anything that approximated a scene.
Jason smoldered with anger when he discovered just how conceited and spoiled this pampered beauty could act. Even though the two of them were not giving her any kind of trouble she gave them the idea that she scarcely cared about waiting on them or anyone else.
"Could we have refills, please?" Charlie asked at one point as the brunette walked past them carrying a plate of scrambled eggs and toast, which she was dropping off at a nearby table.
"Keep your shirt on, Mac, I'll be back in a little bit," she told him with a begrudging grunt.
Jason's eyes widened with rage as he watched the waitress nonchalantly set the plate down at another table.
"A sassy little bitch," Jason snarled.
"She sure is."
"I can see why Darrell got so pissed at her. If she treats you like this if you ask her for a refill on the coffee, I'd hate to think of what she'd say to a guy who makes a pass at her or asks her out on a date."
"We already know," Charlie nodded ruefully. "Our friend Darrell told us all about it."
They stopped talking as the brunette suddenly emerged with a piping hot coffee percolator, pouring some of the contents into their respective cups, eyeing them momentarily with an expression that seemed to merge boredom and disdain, then walking away.
"Does she ever give me a pain in the ass," Jason fumed. "That girl deserves a lesson."
"And we're just the guys who can give it to her."
"You're fucking right."
Yes, Jason realized. Dawn Gerald was just the way that Darrell had described her, except for being perhaps a shade nastier than he had anticipated. He hoped that she would get off work soon, and that they would be able to make their move as planned. An anxious Darrell was back home in the barn just waiting for a crack at her, no doubt feeling the same kind of restless air of impatience that he, Jason had when Darrell and Charlie had kidnapped Ellen from in front of the apartment building where she lived.
Darrell had been able to fill Jason and Charlie in on the approximate time schedule that Dawn Gerald worked in the restaurant, but he was unsure as to which days she was off since her schedule constantly rotated along with those of the other waitress' at the restaurant. So they had proceeded inside the restaurant to determine whether Dawn was at work that particular day. The moment that they laid eyes on her they were sure that she was the girl, and when one of the short order cooks referred to her as Dawn that supplied them with the only clincher that they needed.
So now they waited in the parking lot behind the restaurant, Darrell had told them that Dawn drove a light blue Volkswagen with a battered front right fender and such a car was parked near the rear of the lot. All they had to do was wait her out.
Suddenly Charlie nudged Jason on the shoulder.
Here she comes," he said excitedly.
"That's the little bitch all right," Jason spat the words out with contempt. "She sure walks like she thinks she's somebody."
"Yeah, little Miss Queen Bitch herself. She's got a face and body that'd stop traffic anywhere and she knows it. Sure does seem damned conceited. Am I ever gonna enjoy roughing this one up."
"Just see that your enthusiasm don't run away with you here," Jason cautioned. "Let's just hold off till we get her to the place."
"Don't worry. Well, looks like the coast is clear. Don't see anybody else around."
"Looks good," Jason nodded, "and she's going right to her car."
"Time to make my move," Charlie said as he opened the door and started to climb out of the car.
"Good luck," Jason said. "Make it short and sweet."
"Don't worry."
Charlie's stomach swam with butterflies as he picked up his trusty knife and walked stealthily toward Dawn. He kept hoping that she would not turn around. Even though he was concealing the knife by pressing it tightly against the side of his body, Charlie realized that she could still be suspicious if she spotted him walking apparently toward her.
Dawn never once turned around to look back, walking straight to her Volkswagen, then quickly opening the door. When she pried her door open Charlie quickened his steps, catching up with the beautiful brunette, shoving his left hand over her mouth to prevent her from screaming while he simultaneously slipped the edge of his shiny knife against her back.
"You'd just better not make even one sound, you little bitch, if you wanna breathe again," he whispered contemptuously.
Jason quickly started up his pickup truck and drove it over to where a trembling, thoroughly shocked Dawn was standing with Charlie. Once they whisked her inside the backseat of Charlie's pickup truck they quickly bound and gagged her, slipping a blindfold over her eyes for good measure.
"We're making good time," Charlie said after they finished tying and gagging their victim. "That's good. Now let's get the hell out of here as fast as we can."
"Without arousing suspicion, of course," Jason replied as he moved his pickup truck out of the parking lot and down the main street several hundred yards from the restaurant.
"We're on our way," Charlie clapped his hands exultantly.
"We don't wanna keep old Darrell waiting any longer than we have to," Jason nodded. "I sure know how uptight I got waiting for Ellen. Damn, but I was eager to show that bitch who was boss!"
"You did a good job of it," Charlie laughed. "I'm anxious to tie into this brunette."
"Yes, there are possibilities there, most definitely," Jason winked lewdly, "and we're just the guys to explore them."
Chapter Eleven
The longer that Ellen was forced to lie on the mat completely naked, her hands and legs thoroughly bound, the more helpless she felt.
The last ten days had been totally unreal, she thought, the whole idea of being kidnapped seconds after waving your fianc� goodnight, then brutally raped several times once taken to your destination. She had gotten more of the same forced on her body since that first unforgettable night, and now the befuddled blonde was in the position where she was uncertain as to what she liked and disliked. All she knew was that amidst the pain she felt when one of her bestial captors would force his rock hard cock down her throat, up her ass or into her pussy, that she felt titillating thrills sweep through her along with the pain that perpetually reeled through her like a knife. They had given her a room and had been feeding her well. About the time that she was willing to give them credit for being humane at least to that end, Jason explained to her as he served her an appetizing steak that they wanted to keep her well fed so she would have more energy to burn off in sex. Practically every time that she saw Jason he had a hateful stare reserved for her, indicating that he was not one to quickly forget all that had happened in their association.
That afternoon as she had been reading a paperback romance book that Charlie had brought to her as a means of relieving the boredom she felt at being cooped up in a room with nothing to do between the sex acts, the men had suddenly entered the room and, without answering any questions, told her to accompany them to the big room where they performed the sex acts with her. Once she got there she had been ordered to strip, after which Jason tied her up as she lay helplessly on the mats.
Darrell remained with her while the other two left, and as she heard the sound of an engine starting up she knew that they were going somewhere. Occasionally she would look over at Darrell, who alternately paced the floor and sat down in a small white folding chair. Even without the pacing Ellen could detect the restlessness that he felt by the way that he blinked and rolled his eyes. He looked like a man waiting for something to happen, but she could not figure out what that something might be.
Several times she thought about asking Darrell what was disturbing him, but she decided against it, realizing that normally when she asked a question about anything she ended up getting slapped in the face.
"If there are any questions to be asked we'll ask them, bitch," Jason had bellowed at her sharply on one occasion, implanting his message even more firmly into her by slapping her in the face.
For a few minutes Darrell had remained fully clothed, but suddenly he jumped up from his chair and began stripping, stopping only when he got down to his white briefs, after which he had sat down again.
After a long period of time had passed Ellen heard the sound of Jason's approaching truck. Darrell jumped up from the chair, his eyes widening with sudden excitement. Something was due to break and Ellen kept wondering what it was.
Moments later she heard approaching footsteps and voices, and finally the door opened and she saw Jason and Charlie escorting a beautiful brunette in a white waitress' uniform against her wishes into the premises. They gave her a crude shove and she landed on the mats a few feet away from Ellen.
"Now you're gonna have some female company," Jason snarled at Ellen, after which he went immediately to work removing the ropes which were tightly binding Dawn Gerald's hands and legs.
Darrell immediately slid his briefs down his legs and off of him, his clenched fists and tight muscles unmistakably indicating how excited he was at the prospect of meting out revenge to the sarcastic waitress who had nastily put him down. Her derisive words reverberated in his ears as he looked down at her, waiting for Jason to finish removing her blindfold.
"Get it off, Jason," he gulped, "I wanna see the bitch's eyes and give her a chance to stare at me."
"A few seconds more, Darrell," Jason grinned.
While Jason kept eagerly removing the ropes which had tightly bound Dawn's hands and feet, Charlie walked over and started removing the ropes from Ellen. Her hands and ankles had gone to sleep and turned white from the pressure that had been generated by the ropes. She heaved a sigh of relief as he removed the binding from her hands, all the while wondering just what would happen to her next. Her eyes were focused on the activity going on next to her, where Jason was now tugging off the blindfold which had previously covered Dawn Gerald's eyes.
Her lips and chin quivered and her face turned white as she found herself staring at a menacing Darrell, who stood before her with a red-eyed expression of revenge dominating his face. Dawn blinked nervously several times, turned her eyes away from Darrell's insistent stare twice, then finally managed to muster enough courage to look him squarely in the eyes, hoping to prevail upon his lenient side, which looked at that moment as if it did not exist.
"Darrell, hello Darrell," Dawn began in a stammering voice as Charlie worked the ropes off of Ellen's wiggling hands.
"Hello yourself," he replied coldly. "You don't have that Miss Know-it-all expression on your face now, you snooty little bitch. Whatever happened?"
"You have me pegged all wrong, Darrell," she continued to stammer as warm salty tears began splashing prolifically down both sides of her face. She just couldn't believe the kind of nightmare that had overtaken her like an unexpected bolt from the blue.
"Like hell," he snarled. "I'll never forget those words about me being a dumb, shiftless cowboy with horseshit on my boots. Never will either. And don't try and hand me any horseshit of your own by saying that you didn't mean it. I've heard all that crap before."
"But I didn't," she insisted sobbingly in the manner of a very young girl who anticipated an imminent spanking. "You took it all wrong. I was kidding, honest I was. I never meant any of it."
"Argue all you want, bitch, because it ain't gonna do you no good," Darrell steadfastly declared.
It made him feel extra good to just watch the sight of the cringing Dawn Gerald trembling helplessly beneath him. For the first time that expression of cocksure certainty was missing.
Tm gonna rip that fucking waitress' uniform clean off of your body, you lousy cunt," he growled, moving ever closer, his eyes widening as he assumed an even more menacing expression than before.
"Please, don't do it," she shrieked.
"Shut up or you'll make me even madder. I'm not here to listen to a lot of childish crying."
Darrell's rock hard body landed with solid suddenness on the mat as he reached out with his strong, heavily-calloused hands and started to rip against the material of her uniform as she sobbed and begged him to reconsider his action. He never slowed down for an instant, his sharply gripping fingers ripping the material until it hung loosely from Dawn's voluptuous trembling body.
"Shut up and you'll be better off," he shouted
At that same time Charlie was removing the ropes from Ellen's ankles. Even though she was relieved that the blood would be able to circulate once more in her hands and ankles, Ellen's immediate attention was focused on the tearfully sobbing, thoroughly petrified Dawn Gerald as she was subjected to a shocking ordeal at the hands of Darrell, who was every bit as hell-bent on revenge toward Dawn as Jason had been only just ten days earlier. She was beginning to see the picture now. Apparently Darrell felt that he had been badly mistreated by Dawn just as Jason had felt mistreated by her.
"I like to watch you tremble, Dawn," Darrell laughed, pulling the tattered material off of Dawn, then examining her semi-nude form as her trembling body lay next to him. It was the first time that he had ever seen her in anything other than her waitress' outfit, and examining her in her bright red bikini panties and matching brassiere caused his breath to come in short puffs and his already erect penis to harden with even greater desire.
"You've got a great body, bitch, I can say that." Darrell said.
His next move was to reach down with both hands and let his fingers quickly curl against the back of her brassiere. Darrell pinched and squeezed, undoing the brassiere straps and prying the material from her body, staring at her firm, captivating white breasts as they pointed in their emphatic smooth glory toward him, prompting him to immediately reach out and explore their silky confines.
Darrell's fingers solidly pressed against the crinkly mounds of melon-like flesh. His probing fingers dug and squeezed against the smoothness of her vast globes, and every time that he let them press and push he applied a little more force than before.
"That I like," he laughed. "You wouldn't give me the time of day before, but now I'm able to fool with your tits all I want and you're not about to do anything about it."
His fingers pressed against her warm boobs a few more times, then went to work with forceful precision against the ever hardening pebble-like surface of her pink nipples. It made Darrell feel good to notice the manner in which both her breasts and nipples were hardening under the insistent pressure that his fingers applied. He recognized that even though Dawn was petrified and totally unsure of herself in alien surroundings that she was still feeling a certain measure of excitement from his dominant finger thrusts.
After squeezing his fingers several more times against Dawn's nipples he shifted his action downward toward her firm, wiggling asscheeks, which were reacting under the pressure-filled excitement of the moment. His fingers solidly grabbed hold of the waistband of Dawn's panties. Darrell's heart pulsated with accelerating excitement as he listened to the erotically exciting sounds of the material of her panties scraping against her firm trembling white thighs as he lowered her panties more and more while his two partners and the naked Ellen watched.
Dawn felt humiliated over having the horny, heavily panting Darrell assertively removing her panties in front of three strangers, but through it all thousands of volts of strange electricity danced unexplainably in her stomach as Darrell kept pulling her panties ever lower. Finally he tugged them off her ankles with one sweeping wrist movement and off of her altogether as he looked between her nakedly splayed legs and got his first extended look at the shadowy ringlets of her black pubic curls which shrouded the enticing pink surface of her cunt.
So now Dawn is completely naked just like our blonde friend Ellen over there," Darrell laughed sadistically.
Dawn's expressive dark eyes glanced fearfully at Ellen for a fleeting instant. Ellen conveyed a sympathetic expression, knowing fully well what it was like to be in the unenviable position that Dawn occupied at that tense moment. A panting, hungry Darrell realized that his fantasies were now becoming reality. The woman who had caused him to toss and turn restlessly for so many nights, in which he had been forced ultimately to reach down and pump up and down his long aching cock until it was stilled by orgasm, was now his.
His fingers reached down and began to toy with her striking black pubic curls, teasing her with slow, exploratory movements as her body reacted by twisting and turning on the mat.
"You can get excited pretty damned easy," he laughed. "Sure thing. This old cowboy that you loved putting down is gonna give you a better fuck than you ever got from any other guys. My friends are gonna give you better screws than you ever got before. You and Ellen just don't realize how lucky you two are to be with three wild studs like us. We know how to take care of broads like you."
Eventually Darrell let his fingers proceed downward toward the puffy lips of Dawn's quivering pussy. One side of her was dominated by terror while the other afforded a mixture of strange lustful excitement and a curiosity in which she wondered just what Darrell was planning to do to her.
Once he withdrew his fingers from her cunt, Darrell looked over at Jason, who was standing just a few feet away from where the whips were kept.
"Hand me that brown whip over there, Jason, if you don't mind," his friend told him.
Jason nodded and grinned, walking over toward the whips and removing a brown-colored one from the wall just as Darrell had requested. Jason began to laugh as he watched Dawn break down once more in tears, covering her face with her hands several times
"Oh my, I guess our little girl is having a long cry," he said, looking over at Darrell and winking as he handed him the whip. "Teach her the lesson she deserves."
"Don't worry," Darrell quickly replied. "I can still hear that bitch putting me down, and nothing she could say would convince me that she didn't mean it."
"They'll say anything once you've got them where you want them and they've got no power," Jason said as he walked away.
Chapter Twelve
"Please, oh please, not that," Dawn Gerald sobbed unrestrainedly as a cold-eyed, stonily determined Darrell drew his brown whip back.
"Roll over on your stomach," Darrell sharply commanded.
A trembling Dawn did what she was told, rolling on her stomach, then cringing as she wondered whether Darrell would whip her or not, or if so when it would happen.
"So I was the dumb, shiftless cowboy," he snarled bitterly. "Well, you're gonna get it. And I mean right now."
Once more Darrell drew his whip back, gritting his teeth as he did. The whip landed with a loud popping sound as it made contact with Dawn's vulnerable, exposed left buttock. The decisive crackling sound was like music to Darrell's ears as he immediately broke into a wide grin. He observed her assflesh redden and heard the whimper that she gave out with after the contact had been made.
"Now you're finding out who's in charge," he laughed.
Again Darrell brought his trusty whip into play, this time allowing it to land with stinging impact against Dawn's right buttock, causing her whole body to quiver with pain as she let out a painful shriek which she had tried to suppress but could not.
"Please, please, please, don't hurt me anymore," she begged.
Ellen felt uncomfortable over having to watch the degrading spectacle in progress. She vividly recalled how painful the ordeal had been when she had been whipped by Jason, and she knew that the humiliation to which the distraught Dawn was being exposed was as great as the physical pain with which she was being inflicted. Several times she turned her head away, not wanting to have to look at a spectacle which sickened her. Ellen sympathized totally with the trembling, tearful, humiliated Dawn.
Darrel grinned crookedly, then commenced lashing his trembling, sobbing victim's buttocks several more times, stopping just short of producing blood but leaving her ass cheeks with red welts.
"Okay, if you'll stop bawling the whipping is over," Darrell said laughing amusedly.
Jason walked over to Darrell and took the whip, hanging it back up as he got set to watch more of the unfolding activities.
Darrell's stone hard cock stood out with great prominence as he took several menacing steps toward Dawn, whose body trembled from a combination of pain and fear as she lay on her stomach.
He reached down and summarily grabbed Dawn by her coal black hair, holding on tightly as he broke into another grin. It made him feel happy to derive revenge from the previously sharp-tongued Dawn, who was now in a position of total subservience.
"Roll over on your back," he commanded.
Dawn immediately rolled over, then looked up at Darrell with glassy eyes, wondering what he would force her to do next. He surveyed her for several seconds, then let his eyes shift over to Ellen. The knowing manner in which he grinned at Ellen caused her to feel discomfort. She had been wondering all along why she had been forced to watch this escapade, which she found sickening and revolting. Finally Darrell's eyes shifted back to Ellen.
"Ellen's a beautiful woman, Dawn, don't you agree?" Darrell asked ever so suddenly.
"Yes, she is," Dawn replied, wondering just what Darrell was doing bringing Ellen into the picture.
"We could have really punished you by forcing you to make it with some old hag, but you're going get to go down on a beautiful blonde," Darrell said "You're very lucky indeed."
Dawn flinched, after which Ellen did the same. Now Ellen knew why she had been brought into the picture. These three men seemingly never stopped thinking of ways to humiliate her and make her feel uncomfortable, and now she had company in the person of Dawn.
"C'mon, Dawn, just crawl over to your baby on your knees and start sucking her pussy," Darrell laughed. "Better yet, I wanna see you play with her boobs and suck them first."
"I... I've never had sex with a woman before," Dawn told him in a voice rendered almost to silence, projecting almost totally abject defeat.
"Now ain't that just too damned bad," Darrell exploded. "You keep your mouth shut, Ellen, or you'll get that cute blonde butt of yours whipped and whipped hard. As for you, Dawn, I've heard as much of this damned schoolgirl bickering as I'm gonna listen to. I've had it, baby, I've really had it. Now you're gonna do just what I tell you and that's it. Isn't that right men?"
"You bet," Charlie said. "If you know what's good for you, gal, you're gonna do exactly as Darrell says. That is, if you want to end up all in one piece."
"That's pretty good advice." Darrell nodded "Now get over there, bi ten. Crawl to the beautiful blonde and start playing with her boobs. I'm giving you a break. I'm giving you a chance to get into it gradually. You oughta be more grateful for the favors I'm willing to do for you."
"That's right, you oughta be more grateful," Jason chimed in.
Fear dominated Dawn's eyes as she accepted the inevitable, realizing that if she failed to yield to Darrell's wishes that she would be beaten far worse than she already had been. Darrell smiled broadly as he watched her slowly crawl toward Ellen, who looked at her sympathetically, disliking having to be a party to such forced activity.
Dawn's trembling hands moved slowly toward Ellen's firm ivory breasts. Her head swirled in a rising sea of confusion. Never in her life had she been forced to perform sex with anyone against her will. Not only that, but now she was compelled to have sex with a woman, making that a first time proposition as well.
And there was Darrell, grinning sadistically as his even white teeth glistened, enjoying the prospect of watching her engage in something demeaning. She had considered him dehumanized right from the beginning, but now Dawn resented deeply having come on that strong when he had asked her out in what she construed to be a crude manner. Maybe if she had not leveled such insulting comments at him he would have left her alone and would not have involved himself in a kidnapping plot against her to extract revenge.
As Dawn's fingers began to press with uncertainty against the crinkly white flesh of Ellen's bosoms her eyes met those of Ellen. Theirs was an expression of mutual sympathy and understanding. Neither of them had ever been involved in a lesbian act previously, but now they were being forced to endure anything that the three depraved men asked of them, recognizing that if they failed to do so that it might cost them their lives.
"C'mon now, you can do better than that. Dawn you bitch," an unsympathetic Darrell called out with rising impatience. "We all expect, to be treated to a damned good show, and if we don't get it then there'll be all kinds of hell to pay by both of you."
"You can just bet your damned tits on that one!" Jason said. "We're not the kind of guys who'll put up with any crap from spoiled broads like you two. You'd just better do any damned thing that we tell you to do, and when you do it you do it just like we say."
"Very well put," Charlie said. "Snap to it, you lousy little whores. We expect to be entertained."
As Dawn continued to look into Ellen's eyes, the blonde leaned over slightly toward her and whispered, "You'd better do what they say, honey. I can tell you from past experience that they mean business."
"We'd better make it look real," Dawn whispered back.
"We've got to."
Dawn realized that her scruples had to be surrendered in the interests of safety as her fingers curled and pressed with greater speed and intensity than before as they shoved against the alabaster warmth of Ellen's dramatically hardening breasts.
As her fingers began to move with greater speed and smoothness against their taut target, Dawn's heart started to dramatically pulsate while she discerned a definite change coming over her. All of a sudden she started to experience those same nervous sensations in her stomach that always accompanied sex with someone she found appealing. One other familiar sign surfaced as well, Dawn felt tingling waves of titillating warmth generating between her nakedly splayed, now trembling legs and inside her restless, invigorated pink pussy.
She looked over at Ellen once more and observed a reddening in her cheeks and a breathless condition emerging. Could it actually be that they were getting excited in each other's presence, Dawn asked? She had to admit, even as she sought to deny that there was any relevance to such a viewpoint, that Ellen was about as stunning a blonde as she had ever laid eyes on. Not only did she possess a beautiful face and flawless smooth skin, but her voluptuous body was tapered to perfection, her skin possessing a firmness as well as smoothness.
The fires continued to build within Dawn's steadily intensifying body as she allowed her fingers to dig in even more tightly as they pressed against Ellen's ripe tits. The quicker and more resolutely that she applied her stirring fingers, the more eagerly that Ellen in turn reacted as her hips and ass cheeks circulated in a circular fashion with rippling enthusiasm and her warm, captivating breasts pushed forward as they responded to the timely, spirited finger stabs being sent forth by Dawn.
"Now that's a little more like what we wanted," Darrell nodded. "C'mon now, Dawn, and start pushing your fingers against her nipples. Squeeze them real nice. They oughta be good and hard by now, so give it all you've got. Move your fingers real crisp. Yeah, oh, I'm really getting hard just watching this. Do I ever love it. What wild action, damned wild action, I love the way things are happening."
Dawn's warm, pistoning fingers withdrew themselves from her lover's warm twisting breasts and went solidly to work against the prickly hard pink pebbles of her nipples, causing Ellen's writhing body to twist more resoundingly than before. Dawn heard her let out a loud, seething sigh as her fingers rapidly and decisively pierced the firm folds of taut accommodating flesh.
"Get down there and start sucking her tits and nipples," Darrell called out. "Really get into it. I wanna see results. I wanna see you two really go to it."
Dawn reached out and let her fingers clutch against Ellen's breasts in a vise-like grip. The longer that her probing fingers twisted against the silky white cones, the louder Ellen's gasps and sighs grew until Dawn realized that it would be foolish to even try and con herself anymore. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, there were joys to be derived by fingering the lovely blonde's ripe breasts and hard nipples, and it was equally obvious judging by the response her efforts received that Ellen was enjoying the brisk activity as well.
Reacting quickly to Darrell's latest demand, Dawn reached down and let her scarlet tongue slither forward and make initial contact with Ellen's quivering ripe mounds of flesh, which stuck up prominently like a pair of tent poles. Although her first few movements were slow and meticulous, the breathless gasps that Ellen uttered coupled with the manner in which her asscheeks reeled prompted Dawn to eagerly step up her gyrating tongue pace as her wet pistoning digit splashed with speedy authority against the silky white globes of trembling flesh.
"They're really going at it now," Charlie said. "You got them going, Darrell, and you can be damned proud of yourself."
"They sure are putting on one hell of a show now," Darrell laughed robustly. "Looks like I'm gonna have to keep directing things just like I am. Yes indeed, this is great."
Without even having to be told, Dawn started alternating her spearing tongue efforts from Ellen's inflamed boobs to her taut pink nipples, her pace spiritedly increasing with each succeeding tongue blast.
Darrell watched the action for a few minutes longer, then decided it was time to push Dawn into another phase of activity.
"Okay, so you've got Ellen loosened up," he said, "so now I want you to get busy down there in her twat. Just tickle her clit a few times with your tongue and you'll drive her wild. If that won't get her off then nothing will."
Suddenly the full realization of what was expected of her dawned resoundingly on Dawn's consciousness. Of course, she realized, the preliminary actions were designed to get herself and Ellen warmed up, and now she was expected to finish things off beautifully with a wild tongue attack on Ellen's pussy.
She looked up at Darrell with pleading eyes that were suddenly misting with tears.
"Please don't make me go that far," she said in a soft, subservient tone of voice.
"I said before and I'll say just one more time that I don't want to hear anymore crap out of you," Darrell exploded, his face reddening with rage. "Now when I tell you to do something you just go ahead and do it without handing me any static. Now get down there and start sucking Ellen's box before I start slapping the hell out of you, and don't think for one second that I won't do it."
Fear once more intensified within Dawn as she recognized that Darrell would not compromise one inch where it came to his pleasures.
Chapter Thirteen
Dawn slid her head downward slowly between Ellen's long, well-tapered, nakedly splayed white legs. The closer that her tongue moved toward Ellen's palpitating, desire-ridden cunt, the more pronounced the fragrance of the blonde's muff became as Dawn eyed the golden tresses of her pubic vee, then the pink warmth of her now electrified velvety vagina, which had been pushed to a state of invigorating excitement by Dawn's earlier finger and tongue efforts directed toward her jutting breasts and aroused nipples.
"Start sucking before I whip your ass," Darrell commanded, his voice taking on an added edge of impatience.
Although fear and embarrassment dominated Dawn's inner being, those same seething flames of lusty desire that had characterized her earlier actions with Ellen were still present. She now knew that anything short of perfect blind obedience on her part toward placating Darrell's demands would be met with harsh reprisal.
Her tongue suddenly lurched forward, brushing against the matted silky pubic hairs of an already infatuated Ellen, whose swirling hips danced with merriment. She had felt those name early waves of misgiving that had been an inherent part of Dawn, but as the activity continued to evolve she grew to like what was happening to her, particularly the way that Dawn's spellbinding tongue would surge with blazing anxiety against her warm, responsive breasts. The slithering movements of Dawn's tongue brushing against her pubic locks caused Ellen's heart to pound with surging waves of pulsating desire.
"Start sucking her faster," Darrell crisply ordered, delighted at the results he was achieving and basking in voyeuristic delight over the manner in which he was being entertained. "Start pushing your tongue against her snatch. Show her you really mean business, you little bitch. Go after her cunt. Eat out every drop of her pussy juice. I expect you to show a lot of enthusiasm so let's really get into it. Do it, c'mon, really suck out her cunt."
While Ellen's taut, widely spread ass cheeks maneuvered back and forth in a sea of turbulent anxiety, Dawn's tongue moved dramatically from the blonde's curly pubic hairs and into the salacious confines of her wet pink vaginal flesh.
The brunette's wet scarlet tongue pushed its way into the fiery depths of Ellen's puffy cuntlips, her tongue laving her devastated vaginal walls with lascivious ecstasy. No, Dawn realized down deep, it was more than the insistent demands of Darrell to which she was reacting. There was a certain chemistry that had developed between her and the panting, palpitating blonde that she was sucking with speedy enthusiasm that could neither be explained nor denied. The only thing she was certain about was its existence.
Remembering what Darrell had said earlier, and recalling how she had reacted on those occasions when men had sucked her twat, Dawn decided that it was time to let her tongue ravenously explore the forbidden reaches of Ellen's clitoris, and so her scalding red tongue began to push against the tiny bud of her wet, quiveringly erect love button, causing her seething white buttocks to spasm in nervous reaction to the piercing tongue thrusts.
Even though Ellen was doing her best to suppress her feelings at least outwardly, ashamed to let the men know just how much she was enjoying the bristling action that a woman was providing for her, she was unable to hold back a loud gasp that emanated when Dawn's stiffly probing tongue flung against the sensitive confines of her erect clitoris.
"Keep sucking, go faster," Darrell shouted. "You're gonna have her off with just a few more quick strokes. Oh damn, this is something, I'm about to go off just watching you two."
Dawn's sweeping tongue pushed against Ellen's throbbing clitoris for a few more strokes, then abruptly switched her tingly tongue contact to Ellen's slickened cunt. Beads of perspiration rolled down the excited blonde's armpits as Dawn blaster away with her piercing tongue, driving it with unswerving swiftness as it speared her twat.
Ellen's nostrils flared with seething zeal as Dawn pushed her ever nearer the precipice of a seismic cunt-blast. The imminent explosion smoldered relentlessly within her, the cuntal shock waves magnifying with each vigorous, spearing thrust that Dawn delivered.
While Dawn's steadily determined tongue kept driving into the wet, sweltering depths of Ellen s blazing vagina, the brunette reached up with her zealous fingers and let them press and push against the firm, ripe melons of Ellen's jiggling breasts, which twisted from side to side while her ravenous tongue salaciously attacked her forbidden orifice.
"Oh, Dawn honey, I'm almost off," Ellen sighed, her hips gyrating with wild desire. "Get me off, I'm on fire, my pussy is on fire, keep sucking me."
Spurred on with even greater intensity by the sound of Ellen's urgent tones, Dawn's twisting tongue sensitively collided with the wet petals of Ellen's tingly pink pussy a few more times, after which the blonde could hold back no more and the spewing droplets of salacious pussy sauce sprayed voluminously from her twat as she hissed loudly, her flouncing buttocks plopping luridly against the mat as she listened to the slurping sounds of Dawn gobbling up the droplets of pussy juice.
Dawn kept telling herself as she went after every escaping drop of juice just how important it was to please Darrell. She kept trying to convince herself that, that was the only reason for her enthusiasm, but she was having difficulty making herself believe it as she kept gulping down the fiery cunt liquid.
When the stream ceased and Dawn released her tongue from Ellen's pussy, she immediately observed a wild-eyed Darrell moving menacingly toward her, his fingers whipping with lusty anticipation as they drove up and down the thick meaty surface of his long, hard cock, which bulged with rippling desire.
"Now I'm really gonna get mine," he smiled sadistically.
Dawn braced herself, her body tensing spontaneously as she tried to anticipate what was coming. She was reasonably certain of one thing, a conviction that was reinforced by the way that Darrell was staring at her, and that was Darrell's strong revenge motivation, which was interspersed with lust. She feared that he not only wanted to get his rocks off, but that he desired to hurt her as well.
Removing his fingers from his hard sturdy cock, Darrell threw himself down on his knees, landing inches from the trembling Dawn. Anticipation welled up within him as he got ready to achieve something that he had dreamed of for so long without success, the opportunity to not only have sex with Dawn, but to get it on his own terms in any way that he saw fit. The barriers of restraint were removed and he had the opportunity to proceed as he saw fit.
A raging genital heat enveloped his surging loins as Darrell reached out and let his fingers sharply grab Dawn's firm milky white breasts. He pinched and squeezed the ripe melons, eventually letting his fingernails dig in solidly against her breasts. Dawn grimaced and gasped painfully as Darrell dug in some more, exercising force as a broad smile swept across his face. His vengeance campaign was reaching another milestone at the stunning brunette's expense.
Once that he finished digging his fingernails resolutely against Dawn's breasts, Darrell allowed his fingers to push firmly against her pink nipples. He kneaded the flesh ever so swiftly, then once more brought his fingernails into play, letting them twist and thrust, against the pebble-like surface as Dawn moaned throatily.
"Sure, I'm hurting you some," he laughed as he withdrew his fingernails from her nipples, "and I figure to be hurting you some more. But I'm gonna get my share of thrills, that's for sure."
Darrell listened to Dawn whimper, then reached down with both hands and allowed his grinding fingers to explore the firm fleshy ridges of his victim's superbly-contoured ass cheeks. The deeper that his intense fingers dug into the resilient folds of silky flesh, the more noticeable Dawn's painful moans became. It was obvious to Darrell that she was the kind of spoiled woman who was used to getting her way in sex, as well as in other things, and it made him feel extra good to know that he was in a position to teach her a lesson.
Her fingernails continued to sharply indent against Dawn's quivering buttocks, which had already been reddened by Darrell's earlier vigorous whip assault. She let out a sigh of relief when he finally turned loose of her ass cheeks, allowing his stiffly probing fingers to shove downward and make jolting contact against her creamy thighs. The moment that his searing fingers made contact with the white flesh his heart started pulsating more rapidly than ever. The raging genital heat within him accelerated in his highly sensitive lust-bloated balls as he moved ever nearer the point when he would have to directly satisfy his electrified cock as thousands of volts seemed to he gushing through his vitally alive body. He realized that even though he was eager to hurt Dawn and was desirous of gaining revenge against her that he also had strong urges toward her as a sex partner, and now that he was fulfilling them Darrell felt like he had been projected into the clouds.
While his fingers stirringly pushed up and down Dawn's trembling thighs and ankles Darrell shoved his tremulous, rock hard body forward, looking down all the while at his huge swollen cock. He heaved a loud sigh, jerked his hips back and forth with nervous anxiety, then drove his sharply devastating cock into the previously forbidden portals of Dawn's hair-fringed fissure.
His first blistering stab was administered with lightning precision and razor sharp impact, stinging Dawn's sensitive cuntal channel as his cock roared savagely, pummeling her between her quivering, nakedly splayed thighs as Darrell let out a grunt.
"What a tight ass," he exclaimed, looking over at his friends Jason and Charlie and grinning. "What a fucking ass! Do I ever love sticking my prick into this!"
Darrell's fingers fastened against Dawn's shapely thighs with sharper ridgity and impact as he warmed up to the experience of hammering his flaming penis spear into the tight inner depths of Dawn's pink-slitted cunt.
While Dawn's sleek hips contracted under the tempestuous fury of her pursuer's thundering cock attack, she uplifted her twisting alabaster buttocks as she let out an animalish mewl. As much as she had hated this beast who was imposing his will physically upon her, and who had earlier thrashed her ass with a whip, there was something impressive about his unmitigated lustful intrusions into tightly clinging cuntal walls. The faster that he pumped his unyielding phallic hose into the intimate confines of her scalding cunt, which was wrought with searing passion, the closer that she found herself moving toward the seemingly unexplainable act of orgasm, unexplainable in view of the contempt in which she held the panting bully who was taking her by force. .
Darrell began sucking air in short surges as his cock dramatically poled in its foreskinned excitement into her wetly seeping cuntal sheath. Once more she hissed and mewled animalishly as Darrell looked down at Dawn's hair-enshadowed loins and delivered his stinging penis with great gusto. His throbbing balls beat a steady tattoo against her naked, upturned ass cheeks as Darrell's lust inciting cock secretions continued, projecting him ever closer to the state of a captivating climax.
The delicate lips of Dawn's pink pussy started experiencing sensations that were more torrid than ever as she pushed that much nearer to the tingly precipice of a cuntal explosion. Her belly seethed with wanton lust. Even though she still hated Darrell, Dawn could not help responding to the intensity of his stiffly driving cock, which kept hammering with meaty impact inside the slickened confines of her throbbing cunt.
His twisting fingers clung sharply to Dawn's shapely thighs while her hips flung with blistering zeal from side to side. The searing juices started to pour like bolts of wild volcanic lava from Dawn's searing, wetly palpitating cuntal channel as she heaved a low, lust-inspired moan.
All the while Darrell kept driving the coned length of his surging cock with reckless zeal, shoving his impaling vehicle crisply into the fiery inner depths of her tight furry triangle, overjoyed that the juices were splashing from her slit. He knew that it would take very little time to sufficiently ignite the building blockbuster of wild sensation within his loins until the thick droplets of his spewing white penis juice would gush from the tip of his throbbing cock.
His body careened forward with greater urgency than ever as Darrell sharply jabbed his grinding dagger-like prick into Dawn's still pulsating pussy. His pelvis shoved dramatically against hers as the salacious sensations that dominated his stone hard penis accelerated to the point where he knew that the end was inevitably near. Darrell looked down at his quivering, lust-bloated balls and gasped.
The heavily pulsing head of his sturdy dagger implanted itself into the wet warmth of Dawn's moist cuntal sheath a few more times, after which he could hold back the onrushing floodtide of thick white penis-juice no longer.
The scalding liquid cum began to spurt with flame-like impact from the resolute tip of Darrell's steadily onrushing cock in the form of an atomic explosion, his hips and buttocks gliding with unswerving desire as he heaved a series of short, puffy gasps.
Dawn's fiery ass cheeks flared with burning ecstasy, twisting with great rapidity back and forth as the steaming droplets of thick gushing fluid kept spraying from the end of Darrell's devouring cock.
He watched the hotly gushing sperm splash into the fiery tightness of Dawn's twisting pink slit until the final few droplets had inundated her, following which he then released his organ.
It was not until Darrell removed his cock from Dawn's pussy that she began to feel the burning acute waves of pain. Her vagina had been ravaged by his ravenous non-stop cock efforts, and it wasn't until the action came to a halt chat she felt the great waves of tugging pain. Darrell had been determined to hurt her and had managed to do so in a number of ways.
"Do you still feel high and mighty now?" a grinning Darrell asked when it was all over.
"No," she said in a soft, barely audible tone.
"I would hope not. You needed to be taught a lesson and you got it. At least your very first lesson."
Dawn cringed when the words "first lesson" were uttered. They told her a great deal. What she had experienced was perhaps only the first of many such experiences at the hands of these brutal, barbaric captors. She wondered how long poor Ellen had been held by them, and the extent to which she had been dehumanized and debauched by these unsympathetic, hard-nosed bastards. Then too there was another nagging doubt which persisted in her mind-just how could she actually experience titillations with this dreadful beast Darrell? Try and deny it as she might, the fact remained that she had become excited during his wild and unmerciful cock attack.
Chapter Fourteen
Moments after Darrell stepped off the mats, Jason suddenly appeared wearing the same kind of lewd leering grin that Darrell had before he had physically assaulted her.
"So this is the same little uppity bitch who could hardly give my partner and me the time of day when we had coffee in the restaurant," Darrel said with a heavy trace of bitterness. "We've brought you down quite a bit already, and we're gonna bring you down some more. Take our good little blonde friend Ellen here. She had to learn some valuable lessons about how to act the right way and we've been teaching her plenty over the last ten days. Ain't that right, Ellen?"
"Yes, Jason," she stiffly and nervously replied.
"You see this is what you would call one of them finishing schools that you hear so much about," Jason's grin widened.
Jason's remark brought laughter from Darrell and Charlie while producing a grimace from Ellen.
"At most of these finishing schools you hear about it takes quite a bit of money to get into them," Jason continued. "Yeah, these real ritzy families send their young girls there so that they can get clued in on all the proper ways of acting. You're lucky that you got accepted at this school because my friends and I pride ourselves on maintaining real high standards. We'll teach a little bitch like you just how to act, behave in the presence of men, really turn you into something a lot different than you were when you came to us."
Jason turned his head and let his eyes focus on the contraption that he had so proudly rigged up, the swing-tike apparatus that extended down from the ceiling. During the past ten days he had considered experimenting with it when Ellen was being broken in, but for one reason or another none of them had gotten around to using it. He wanted to put Dawn in a subservient position, to make her pay for what he considered to be her insulting attitude when he had seen her in the restaurant.
"Men, I think it's time to use the swing," Jason turned and faced his partners.
"Great idea," Charlie nodded. "I was thinking of that the other day. Funny how sometimes you're afraid to experiment with something new. Yeah, I'm completely with you."
Charlie walked over toward Dawn, who continued to lay sprawled out on the mats, while Darrell followed a few steps behind, grinning knowingly. A helpless Dawn looked up at them with wide-eyed fear, her body immediately stiffening as each of them grabbed an arm, they picked her up, forcibly leading her to the swing-like apparatus, sitting her down inside of it. Ellen watched with sorrow, feeling great compassion and sympathy for Dawn as the men strapped in her hands and feet, making certain that her firm ripe buttocks bore no restraints. Finishing binding her, a chuckling Charlie pushed his fingers against Dawn's firm ripe ass cheeks, then gave her a shove. As she swung back and forth she looked like a young girl on a swing, with two basic exceptions; Dawn was strapped in and she wore an expression of fear.
"Thanks for the help, men," Jason said. "I'm gonna really break this baby's ass in."
"Oh no," Dawn shrieked. "Please. I've never had it that way before. You'll kill me."
"Now calm down," Jason bristled impatiently. "Just relax and you're gonna make it a whole lot easier on yourself."
"But can't you do something other than that?"
"We make all the decisions and give all the orders around here," Jason told her emphatically.
Jason looked over at Charlie.
"Say Charlie," his eyes sparkled with unabated joy and determination, "you haven't been off yet."
"I know, and I'm getting pretty damned horny watching all this action. Well, I'll get off after you."
"I was just thinking of something. We could take her both at the same time. Give her some wild two-way sensations."
"You mean, while you're stuffing your cock up between her buns I can shove it down her mouth."
"That's exactly what I've got in mind."
"You're a genius, Jason," Charlie laughed. "By the time we get through this little bitch will never smirk at anybody again."
Dawn's body shook with terror as she sat helplessly in the swing, strapped in and unable to do anything to prevent the men from carrying out the crude plot that Jason had hatched. Eventually the swinging movements which had been propelling her through the air came to an abrupt halt as Jason reached out and grabbed her sore buttocks, squeezing them with such force that her eyes eventually welled up with tears.
"What an ass," Jason exclaimed. "To think it ain't ever been fucked before. Now it's gonna get a wild workout. I'm gonna push this hard restless stick of mine up between those legs and really ram until the juices pop."
While Jason prepared to launch into his ass fuck, Charlie occupied a position directly in front of the helpless Dawn, moving his fingers with brisk anxiety up and down the full length of his hard, rangy cock as he prepared for immediate action of his own.
"I'm pushing this big proud prick right down your throat," Charlie told her emphatically. "You're gonna swallow a big load of cream, and while you're getting it in the mouth you're gonna be getting it up the ass at the same time. Yes, you're gonna be a busy gal."
"She sure is," Jason laughed, "and we're gonna be pretty darned busy ourselves."
Jason's fingers pushed with steely steadiness against Dawn's ripe but reddened asscheeks. Once more tears began to stream down her eyes, and this time she could not prevent a painful mewl from escaping from her lips.
"Cut it out, crybaby," Jason sizzled impatiently.
As his fingers continued to firmly press against her firm orbs of assflesh, Jason's cock and balls became inflamed with aching desire at the prospect of a sharp, rambling intrusion up between Dawn's buttocks and into the tight inner depths of her rectum.
He let out an impatient hiss, then sharply projected his sturdy penis forward toward her writhing ass, which squirmed as best it could within the imprisoned confines of the swing apparatus in which she was strapped down. His nostrils flared as hot breath escaped while he pushed his thick thundering instrument forward.
The realization that Dawn had never previously had her asshole entered made the sadistic Jason only more determined to enter her that much more savagely. While his fingers remained firmly curled around her white ass cheeks he knifed his broiling phallus into the tight inner confines of Dawn's anal channel for the first time.
The moment that he made his initial impact, Dawn's face reddened, her eyes squinted, and tears streamed down both sides of her face as she let out a bloodcurdling scream of abject pain.
"You're killing me, oh, you're killing me," she shrieked with loud desperation.
"The hell I am," the determined Jason grunted laughing. "I'm just breaking that beautifully tight asshole of yours, in for screwing, that's all. And if you're gonna spend a lot of time bawling it'll only get worse for you."
He gripped her asscheeks in a painfully tight manner, locking his fingers in a vise-like grip around them as his stiff, swollen rock slashed forward once more, driving with burning impact as it once more punctured the tight flesh of her anal passage, causing her to involuntarily cry out a second time. Dawn cursed herself for crying out at all, but felt helpless under the battering intrusions of Jason's angry bulbous cock, which had revenge as much as pleasure in its motivations.
His stone hard cock kept grinding into her, and after several more knifing stabs Jason observed trickles of blood oozing from Dawn's ravaged anal channel as the blistering ass attack continued. The sensitized flesh of her excruciatingly stretched channel burned and pained from every vigorous assault as Jason pressed surgingly onward, his vicious organ pumping resolutely into her like a sex machine as his fingers kept tightly gripping her ass cheeks.
"I think maybe it's time for me to get in there and take my little pound of flesh," a laughing Charlie said, staring into Dawn's terror-stricken, tear-filled eyes, then tugging several times at his hard, lengthy cock.
"Go ahead," Jason gasped. "Oh, what a fucking ass."
Ellen was forced to turn her head away time and again, unable to bear watching the cruel spectacle taking place only a few feet away from her. Not only could she readily sympathize with the poor distraught girl on the receiving end of Jason's crunching commando cock stabs; it also brought back memories of the time that her anal passage had been savagely entered for the first, time by Jason, who had worn the same kind of lewd, self-righteous smirk that contorted his features at that moment.
"What an ass, oh, what an ass," he sighed, his hips threshing with unabated energy as his grinding vehicle kept driving up between her buttocks and into her seethingly painful asshole.
While his roaring penis kept tearing deep inside the tortured, steadily sobbing Dawn's asshole, a spirited Charlie moved his body forward with a quick impulsive step. He reached down and clutched sharply at his steely member as he pushed it toward Dawn's mouth.
"Just open your mouth," he panted, "because I'm gonna fuck hell out of it with my big stiff prick."
The savagely assaulted Dawn realized that she was helpless to turn back the surging onslaught which was already engulfing her, but would soon be engulfing her two ways.
With determined swiftness, Charlie let his savage penis plunge its way sharply inside Dawn's mouth. Ever so stiffly he allowed his bulbous cock to hammer with impassioned zeal into the cavernous depths of her mouth until her jaw began to ache. Dawn kept hoping that Charlie would let up in his efforts, but he was not about to do so, instead extending his salient thrusts and letting his bulging, erect member drive with slashing impunity into her sensitized channel.
In addition to the great pain Dawn felt in her mouth from the wild, surging penis sieges of Charlie, her anus ached from the bristling, piston-like stabs of Jason as he relentlessly pushed toward the state of orgasm.
She felt his lust-bloated testicles lewdly brush against her helpless asscheeks as Jason's cannonading cock devastated her time and again as he pushed his way ever closer to the moment when the seminal floodtide would explode like an earthquake from the spongy tip of his resolute, anxiety-filled staff.
The stirring apex of his salacious prick kept driving sharply up between Dawn's firm asscheeks as Jason reached out and firmly clutched at the nether cheeks of Dawn's ass.
Ellen was sorry that she could not afford any assistance or even verbal comfort to the stoutly impaled Dawn as Jason's rock hard fleshy member kept driving spiritedly into the elastic nether cheeks of her asshole. All the while the equally brutal Charlie kept pushing his drubbing penis into the solid wet depths of Dawn's mouth, impaling his steely shaft into her as he moved ever nearer to the moment of great joy when the splashing prick fluids would spray from the end of his steadily torpedoing missile.
A few blasting stabs later the inevitable time bomb had to be released from the end of Charlie's rippling cock and into Dawn's mouth. His ass cheeks quivered and his leathery ball sacs continued to swell and itch until he could stand it no more.
"Here we go," he sputtered loudly. "Damn, oh, ah, it's all gonna shoot out of me. Take it, every fucking drop. It'll all spray into you bitch. Ooooooohhhh, catch it, there it goes. A bull's-eye in your cunt."
Jason watched the orgasmic activity closely, observing Charlie's hips rocking with nervous anxiety as the splashing droplets of spewing white cream gushed prolifically from the end of his steadfast tool.
As the juices entered her mouth with scalding impact like boiling water raging into a small culvert, the helpless Dawn's eyes rolled and she began to wonder just how much of his seismic semen floodtide she could withstand. The juices continued to soar, causing the besieged and thoroughly dominated Dawn to wonder if there would be any end to the wild procession. The onrushing stream continued until every salty white droplet had spilled down Dawn's throat, and it was not until then that he removed his cock from her mouth.
But Dawn was not destined to experience any meaningful relief until the sadistic ravaging of her sore, devastated behind had been completed. She felt Jason's leathery testicles slapping lewdly against her asscheeks once more and she kept hoping that the juices would finally tumble from the end of his skewering shaft and into her anal channel.
"Is this ever an ass," Jason laughed sadistically. "It's a real pleasure blasting away inside her asshole, ah, how tight, how deliciously tight, ah, I could fuck this asshole forever."
While his insistent stabs kept ravaging her pain-ridden asshole, Dawn listened to the ever rising gasps and grunts that Jason emitted as he pushed his way to climax, punishing her as he shoved his piercing spear into the hot rubbery depths of her elastically yielding rectum. Even though she was tightly bound, Dawn's buttocks were able to contract back and forth to a limited degree as she sensed that the end was finally near when the semen explosion would occur.
Even though she hated this man and despised the pain that she was forced to endure, there was something about the persuasive manner that he gunned his blood-engorged tool into the elastic nether ring of her abused anus that impressed her in a strange way, actually causing her to feel a few rippling waves of sensation in her body, particularly in her tingly pussy. It just didn't make sense to her, but then, after thinking about things in depth, she recognized that none of it truly made any sense, starting with the ominous moment in the parking lot behind the restaurant when she was abducted at knife-point.
Jason heaved a loud series of sighs, simultaneously increasing the flow of his torpedo-like, stinging cock assaults. His trembling hands reached out and slapped sturdily at Dawn's sore ass cheeks, causing her to let out a painful hiss.
Several moments later she mewled animalishly as Jason's stone hard erection dug sadistically into her excruciatingly stretched channel of sensitized flesh. She wanted to cry out and beg him not to hurt her anymore, but knew that if she did he would only make certain to punish her that much more painfully.
As her heart pounded pulsatingly, Dawn realized that she still felt a blazing wave of erotic sensation gushing through her body, despite the acute pain that she was simultaneously experiencing.
His virile pumping pole landed savagely between her contracting asscheeks several more times, until finally he heaved a deep sigh and she began to feel the thick spraying droplets of exploding cream splashing profusely from the end of his itchy, aroused cock.
"Oh, the best is always saved for last," he sighed. "It's just too bad it can't last forever, but it sure was beautiful while it lasted. It's great, oh, ah, just to make those buns wriggle and quiver a few more times. Yeah, that's the kind of action I love to watch."
"Did you ever get a fuck," Darrell said as he watched Jason remove his penis from Dawn's asshole.
"Do you wanna fuck it?" Jason asked.
"I think maybe I'd like to drive my prick into Ellen's asshole," Charlie grinned lewdly as he looked over at the voluptuous blonde who continued to recline on the far edge of the mats. "In fact, it would be a good idea to put her in the swing."
Ellen was not at all that surprised to realize that she was now being recruited directly onto the scene. She knew from past experience that the sexual appetites of the three men were almost insatiable, and that they were not about to stop until they had orgasmed to the point where their juices had dried up.
She watched as Jason undid Dawn, who rose slowly from the swing, then collapsed in weary pain on another part of the mats. Darrell moved forward, looked into Ellen's eyes, then nodded. It was his way of letting her know that he wanted her in the swing immediately.
As Ellen's hands and feet were bound and she anticipated another ringing assfuck, she wondered just what the future would hold for herself and her new partner in misfortune, the lovely brunette they called Dawn. Furthermore, she began, wondering if she might be getting more acclimated to their brutal idea of sex. As Darrell finished binding her feet her body began quivering with sensual anxiety over the prospect of some immediate brutal anal penetration.
Soon Darrell's strong fingers were sharply gripping her firm ass flesh as he prepared to launch into his vigorous sodomy attack.
Chapter Fifteen
The three men felt as if they had truly arrived when Jason located their first opportunity to make a big cash score.
He met a muscular, bull-necked man in a leather jacket at a beer bar in Phoenix who proclaimed that he was leader of the horniest band of ball-busting motor-cyclists in the entire West. After the men had had several pitchers of beer and were getting wilder in their conversation, Jason decided that he would do a little leveling. The head of the motorcycle gang, who introduced himself as Steve, bemoaned the fact that he just couldn't seem to find women tough enough to withstand the kind of uncompromising sex that Steve and the other members of the gang liked to mete out.
"Especially when it comes to ass fucking," he whispered, then let out a loud, booming laugh.
"Well I've got something in mind, Steve old friend, that you and your cycle buddies oughta really go for," Jason grinned.
Jason suggested that the two girls start off by turning the gang on through making it with each other, after which the members could launch into any kind of action that they saw fit to pay for. An elated Steve grinned approval, after which a price was agreed upon and a time stipulated.
The afternoon in question Jason and his partners were beaming happy smiles as they anticipated in enriching financial score, one they viewed as only the first of many. The petrified girls lay naked on the mats, their hands and feet tightly bound, wondering if their bodies were tough enough and resilient enough to withstand the savage assaults of a rugged motorcycle gang.
Several minutes after the appointed hour the door flung open and a team of advancing policemen moved swiftly into view, guns in their hands, which they alertly pointed in the direction of the three men.
"Freeze, don't anybody try anything," the first officer said.
"What's this all about?" Jason shouted, but the fear in his voice was only too evident.
"What's this all about?" the officer asked as he advanced toward Jason. "Don't tell me that these are your girl friends and they enjoy being tied up like this."
"We're just having some kicks. Maybe our tastes are a little different from yours. That don't give you no right to invade our privacy like this."
"When we've got a warrant for your arrest, Jason Bogart, and the arrest of your friends Wicker and Oglesby it sure does."
"I don't know you," Jason cringed as a cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
"No, but we all know you," the officer said, stopping a few feet away from Jason. "We knew about two young women turning up suddenly missing and we had to suspect some foul play there. We also did a little checking and found out that you split up with one of the girls, Ellen Stacey, and that you left town a few weeks ago. We figured there might be a connection between you and the missing girl."
"That's me, officer," Ellen said.
"I figured as much," the officer nodded. "So we checked and found out that you associated with a couple of drinking buddies named Oglesby and Wicker, and that they suddenly turned up missing too. Well, we figured you were hiding out somewhere, and you picked out a good hiding spot. I've got to credit you with that. But you were pretty stupid to think you could pull something like this off. You had to come out of hiding sometimes. I suppose by now you've figured out who you were talking to in that bar, the guy named Steve."
"An undercover officer?" Jason asked in a whisper, his face turning chalk white as the cold sweat continued to roll down both sides of his face.
"You guessed it," the officer confirmed.
"You dumb son of a bitch," Oglesby exploded, "I've got a good mind to beat your ass till you're half dead, Jason."
"You're not beating anybody's ass," the officer said calmly. "We're taking the three of you in and taking the girls back to freedom."
Ellen and Dawn exchanged smiles of relief. The long ordeal was now over and the grand plans of the three men thwarted.
