Who can judge a person's reactions during stress situations? The prisoner of war who gives in to his captors' demands, the kidnapped heiress who joins forces with her abductors-both must act without past experience to guide them. The end result can be either a very negative or a positive experience.
In CHAINED UP DAUGHTER, Jacki Williams finds herself in just such a situation. Held captive, then degraded and forced to perform abnormal sexual acts, she nonetheless finds within herself hidden resources, a strength of character she never realized she had.
Jacki Williams suffers through an unspeakably horrible experience, but she comes through with her sensibilities intact, knowing she is more of a woman.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Ohhhhh, Brad, Brad, don't ... don't do this to me," Betty Williams pleaded, twisting on the large king-sized bed. Her long blonde hair tangled around her throat as she lay stretched out on the mattress, her right heel dangling over one edge.
"You wanted this, right? Come on, baby, you want this rope real bad," the tall, dark-haired stud said, swinging several lengths of half-inch line in front of Betty's face.
"No, no, that ... that's not true!"
But she was lying through her teeth. This is what she'd been waiting for, the moment she'd both struggled against and prayed would happen. Bondage! Just thinking of the word sent shivery chills rushing up and down her flesh.
Never in her marriage had she thought of doing something as daring, as ... as twisted as this. But after all those long years of raising her daughter, Jacki, the world had started to close in on her. Sex-just regular, old fucking sex-just didn't seem to hold the key to free her mind any longer. She had to go further, explore what men like Brad Jackson could do to her.
"Oh no, no, please," she whimpered, drawing back on the bed.
Betty dragged her body up until she felt her spine touching the headboard. Her eyes widened, focusing first on the ropes that were still swinging from his fingers, then dropping down to the fat, eight-inch prick jerking from his groin. He was hung like a donkey! The woman had guessed that from the moment she'd met him. Already she could see that his balls were tightening, rising up against his fat cockroot while a drop of pre-cum oozed from his piss-slit. The black, wiry cockhairs bristled with excitement as he knelt there between her legs, glaring at her.
"The more you beg the hotter you get, you Goddamned bitch!" he growled, wiping the back of his lips with one hand.
The ropes were trembling in his fingers as he stared at her. There was no doubt that Betty Williams was an attractive woman not only for her age, but any age-large, firm, high-riding tits topped with long red nipples, a waspish waist bottomed out by narrowed hips and long, lithe legs. He smacked his lips, jerking his cock with one hand. "Oh no, no..."
"You sent your fuckin' daughter outta the way so we could be alone. Hell, she don't even know I exist," he said, laughing softly.
With that Brad threw himself on top of the woman, grabbing her tits, squeezing them until Betty thought she would faint from the pain. Throwing back her head and beating her fists against the mattress, the attractive woman let out a cry of agony.
His fingers crawled over her, the tips bruising her white, shivering flesh. She felt his hands moving up to her throat, the fingers circling the base of her neck. He was squeezing, squeezing his hand around her windpipe while hunching his cock all along her furry cuntslit. Thoughts of men who enjoyed killing women while fucking them shot into her mind. She had wanted some bondage, some light S & M, but had never bargained for more!
"No, no..."
Her words were becoming choked. Stars began to explode in front of her eyes. Brad was getting more and more excited, breathing with shallow gasps while hunching his cock harder and faster against her pussy slot.
"Ohhhh, baby, baby," he gasped, slowing down, easing the grip around her throat.
Betty sighed with relief, relaxing a little and enjoying that sexy sliding feel of his cock rubbing fresh life in her clit. Oh, it had been a long time-too long-since she'd done something like this with a man. She had spent all those years with her daughter, raising the girl, trying to be both mother and father while she ignored her own life. Only recently had her cunt begun to itch and ache violently, and her mind begun to focus on men-any man-as she walked down the street or shopped at the market.
"Touch my cock, bitch. Come on, bring that fuckin' hand down there and touch it, feel it up and down. You want it so Goddamned bad, then touch it!"
Betty bit her lower lip. This was the first time, she had gotten fucked since her husband had died nearly seven years ago. And she was lying with this animal, an animal she'd nearly bought and paid for to "give her the works."
"Squeeze it, baby, squeeze it up good. Feel the cum that I'm gonna dump in your fuckin' body," Brad growled through his teeth.
Betty moved her hand between their bellies, feeling her fingertips touching the long, hard prick. The woman moaned, her scalp crawling with delight. She was breathing hard, harder and more shallowly than Brad as she wrapped her fingers around his thick prick and started jerking the outer covering of his cockskin over the core.
How he groaned! How the big man shivered on top of her, banging his hips against hers while pressing his knees against her thighs. Brad was opening her up, splitting her apart before fucking her. Yes, yes, she wanted him to do everything to her all at once! It had been so long, so very long, since a man had touched her like this! Betty needed the roughness, the overpowering masculinity.
Betty felt his hand pressing against her cuntal mound once more. She cried out again and again, feeling him massage her pussy with sure, fast strokes.
"Cunt, baby, come on say it, cunt. That's what I'm gonna be fuckin' soon, your ... cunt!"
"Cunt," she gasped back, feeling Brad rubbing her pussylips together.
As the sensitive flesh was rubbed and heated, Betty started to rock her body back and forth. Her hands edged around his neck, pulling Brad more tightly down on top of her. Oh yes, yes, she was a whore, a rutting whore who couldn't say no to her attacker. He could do anything he wanted to her. But she wanted his cock, needed his prick up her cunt!
"Cunt, Betty, yeah, good hot cunt. You got it, man, got it real good..."
Brad was flicking his tongue in one ear while he let one finger slip into her cunthole. Betty responded by clamping her legs hard together, rocking her body hard against his while filling the room with a series of sharp cries. It was a miracle, she thought, that the neighbors didn't call the police.
Two fingers were in her cunt, twisting around! It made Betty cry out again. She could feel her pussy muscles tightening, then spasming hard against Brad's invading digits. Her cunt was tugging at the fingers, milking them as if they were a cock. Oh yes, yes, she wanted that cock. Again the woman thought of his prick, of that fat, long cock hanging from his hairy crotch! In! In! Betty wanted that thing shoved all the way up her cunt!
"Fuck ... fuck me, fuck me," she whispered daringly.
"Oh yeah, yeah gonna do just that. Knew it'd drive you nuts, that you'd be beggin' me for cock soon. Most chicks do."
Betty could feel his hairy, muscular legs shoving between her thighs. She threw her head from side to side, long strings of drool oozing from the corners of her lips. This was it! After seven long, dreary years she was going to have what she wanted. And it would be wonderful, so very, very good! She could feel his fingers tightening around her slender shoulders, his body pressing down hard against hers, his cock sliding up against her cunt lips. Betty sucked in a deep breath and held it, her eyes nearly popping from her head.
The fat, spongy head of his prick was pressing up against her cunt lips, forcing the sticky outer labia apart. Just at that point, just at that critical moment when Betty felt the world swirling about her, Brad stopped, still holding her down to the bed.
"Wh-what are you doing?"
She felt him retreating, heard him laughing over her.
"No, no ... want fuck ... want ... want fuck," she panted madly, scratching at him like a wild woman.
She was half-crazed with arousal. He had been teasing her all along, probing at her cunt with his cock only to pull it away at a critical moment. But this time Betty was sure he was about to fuck her. His control had seemed to melt under her wild thrashing and writhing. Oh God, she was so hot, so hot! Juice streamed from her cunt lips, dribbling down her thighs and oozing into her tight little ass-hole. Betty drew her knees up, rubbing her bare feet against the bed, listening to the squeaky groans of the mattress as her body rocked desperately for a fuck, for a wild, hot fuck!
"Nice, respectable housewife like you and you're ruttin' right there in your own sack like some kinda Hollywood slut," Brad said, his cockhead growing purple from the excitement.
"Fuck, fuck!"
Betty didn't care what he called her. In fact, all the dirty names increased her excitement. She just wanted him back on top of her, holding her down, fucking her.
"Slut!" He reached down and picked up the ropes next to the woman.
"Fuck, oh God, what've you done to me? Oh God, what've I done to myself?" Betty whispered, twisting on the bed, feeling the sweat-stained sheets gathering up under her plump, firm ass.
All the heat in the world seemed concentrated in the fuzzy bundle between her legs. Hot chills flashed up and down her thighs while her clit sputtered and sparked like a live electric wire. Her muscles tensed up and cramped as she waited for that cock, that wonderful, wonderful cock that would end seven long years' abstinence.
"Yeah, you'll get your cock-but not till I've worked this over a little," he said, brushing his knuckles over her cunt-hairs.
That touch, that light brush of his hand over her pussy, triggered off mini spasms. Betty threw back her head, crying out through her teeth while she closed her eyes tight and clenched her fingers into fists. Fucking. She needed fucking! The cords stood out against her neck while the backs of her legs rubbed against the mattress.
"Gimme your hands, bitch."
Betty calmed herself down as much as she could, raising her arms and holding them up high. Brad took one length of rope and wrapped it around her wrists, tying them together tightly with a double slipknot.
"Ohhh, tight ... tight," she gasped, feeling the rough hemp biting into her flesh.
But Brad didn't seem to hear her. He examined the knot, grunted with satisfaction, then rolled her over onto her right side. Peering over one shoulder, Betty could see him taking another length of rope, this one longer than the first, and drawing it over. Quickly the big stud bound her ankles together with another double slipknot, drawing the rope across her flesh slowly. He smiled as Betty grimaced at the rough touch.
Was he chafing her flesh badly? It felt as if someone were drawing a knife over her skin. The rope burned, especially the way Brad slid it over her ankles and then tied it so tight she thought he'd cut the circulation off to her toes. A third rope was fastened to her bound ankles, then drawn back, back, stretching her legs around and the free end attached to her wrists. She was bound head to foot, her ankles bound to her wrists. The soles of her bare feet touched one another.
She couldn't possibly close her knees or roll away. Brad edged between her open thighs, his mouth literally drooling with excitement. Betty shivered. It was hideous-but it was exciting at the same time. What, oh what, was she doing? And with whom?
"Man, baby, you're all tied up now. You can't do a fuckin' thing without me lettin' you."
His words sent more chills rushing up and down her flesh. Helpless, yes, yes, that's what she needed to be. She felt she had to have this man making her helpless, overwhelming her with his masculinity, his brutality. She wallowed there on the bed making soft grunting animal sounds while the ropes dug into her flesh. The headboard began slapping noisily against the back wall while Brad rubbed his fingers up and down his fat prick.
He was touching her cunt now, rubbing his calloused fingertips up and down her wet, fuzzy slit. Oh yes, yes, she had plenty of juice oozing from her now, dribbling down into her asscrack. Jerking her head up, Betty saw the big man painting his cock with her juices, rubbing his fingers back and forth until his cock glistened with that musky smelling liquor. "Oh God!"
The fuck-frantic woman dropped her head back on the pillow and thrashed from side to side. Her muscles cramped from that awkward, spread-back position. But oh how she loved the hurt, loved the feeling of those ropes rubbing against her flesh, biting into her skin! Betty thrashed again, tensing her muscles, pulling at the rough hemp that refused to give!
"Ugh ... ooohhhh!"
She was whimpering with lust, with the desire to cum, cum with a man's cock in her. All those nights she had fantasized, drawn her fingers across her pussy while thinking of her late husband, then of any man who would bring her satisfaction.
"God!"
She strained against those ropes bindings again, thrashing around wildly while Brad knelt there fingering his fat cock. How the ropes cut so deliciously into the flesh of her wrists and ankles! She felt the tingly thrill of being helpless, of being tied up naked in front of his stranger. Her heart pounded so hard she thought it would tear right through her rib-cage! Her pulse raced madly through her bound body while the room was filled with their mutual panting.
Fucking. Fucking this way! Oh God, God, she had been right in answering that ad in that awful paper, been right in calling this man to come over and ... and do this to her! It had been a daring thing to do. But now Betty was overjoyed that she had done it!
"Fuck it out, baby, throw that fuckin' ass up and fuck it out!" Brad whispered, fingering his balls, then moving his hand back up to his cock.
"Ohhhhhhhh..."
He leaned forward, sticking out his tongue. In a moment the woman felt him wetting down her nipples, barely touching them with the tip of his tongue. Oh God, God, that light touch was too much to bear! Arching her back and letting out a strangled cry of despair, Betty wallowed her shoulder blades against the mattress. Her ass muscles tensed while more hot juice dribbled from her pussy-hole. The mattress squeaked and groaned while the woman screamed more and more for a fuck.
"Oh God, God, what are you doing to me? Fuck, fuck, fuck me," she whimpered.
"Wild, baby, real wild," Brad commented, opening his mouth fully and sucking in her right nipple between the gap in his front teeth.
Betty thought she would pass out. Opening her mouth, the woman let out a stream of obscenities, snapping back her head again and again while pinwheels exploded in her brain. She felt his tongue lashing against the itchy, rubbery tip while his teeth nibbled all along the areola. And his hands, oh, they were squeezing her fleshy tits, squeezing them so hard pain mixed with the agonizing pleasure sparking from her tit tips.
"Ooohoohhhh!"
Betty wallowed up against the biting, licking wonder of his touch. She felt hot spit dribbling down her side, heard him smacking hungrily, sucking with a passion she dreamed only some men had. Fucking. And this stranger was making her feel things she hadn't believed could be felt by anyone! Again the frantic woman threw up her hips, hoping he would take the hint and fuck her, fuck the shit out of her!
"Oh, oh, ooooohhhhhh!"
Betty could feel his cock slipping back. It was sliding toward her swollen cuntal mouth. He centered his cockhead, then lunged fast into her pussy. Betty cried out, her eyes wide with surprise and delight, her mouth opened, cries of ecstasy babbling from her throat.
The woman bit blood from her lip, whining like a kicked puppy. She felt wanted, beautiful, helplessly tied in front of this animal. Pulling even more desperately at the binding ropes, Betty felt them chafing her wrists and ankles even more. Oh yes, yes, this was a piece of heaven! The way she was tied made it hard to move her ass. But those small, restricted movements were as exciting as being free!
"Fuck it out, baby, fuck it out," Brad whispered, tonguing her ear once more.
"Fuck ... fuck it out," Betty echoed mindlessly, tossing her hips up again, fanning out her toes until they cramped.
"Oh shit, yeah, yeah, that cunt of yours feels real good against my cock," Brad gasped, tonguing her neck.
Betty tensed her ass, finding now that the thrilling rub of Brad's cock was amplified by that move. It was like a mad, gouging animal raping her. That animal was Brad Jackson on top of her, fucking her mind out.
The stud had her other tit in his mouth now. As he roughed the tender nipple, Betty felt her body respond fast to the friction. Her clit was pulled tightly down each time he fucked into her cunt. And then as her belly filled with his heavy hunk of cockmeat, Brad bit around her areola and nipple again.
"Ughhhhhh..."
Betty was flying out of control. The woman babbled and jerked her wrists and ankles until the pain made more excitement rush along every nerve of her body. She let her toes tickle one another while she groaned out Brad's name. He was pile driving his prick into her, working his thick-muscled hips with a rushing tempo. More juice spouted from her cunt, slicking down her ankles, wetting the sheet under her ass.
"Ohhhhhhh fuck, fuck, fuck," the woman wailed, about to have the cum of her life.
Never would she have guessed herself capable of this, of bondage, of sex with a stranger! Ohhh, that thought made her gasp with wild excitement!
CHAPTER TWO
"Come on, Betty, move that ass, move it!" he shouted, slapping his hands hard against her jiggling ass-cheeks.
The woman squealed, jerking her ass up high, bringing it down, then jerking it back up again. Brad snapped out his command again and again, slapping her ass harder, leaving long red marks where his fingers had been. That hot, stinging spanking added yet more heat to her cunt. Betty ground her hips around wildly, straining as far as possible against the cutting bonds of the rope. She was going to cum. She could feel it in her bones. She was going to cum!
"Oh God, you're ... you're so good, so very good," she whispered, hardly able to speak at all.
The only thing Betty could think of now was cumming, that wonderful, erupting sensation when the world crashed down all around her.
She concentrated on the hot itchy ache that pulsed harder and harder between her thighs. Cumming. Cumming. Oh God, it was going to kill her! Surely the climax she felt rushing over her head would kill her!
She dug her fingernails against her palms, opening her mouth for him to kiss her. Brad shouted out something, then dropped completely down onto the woman and drove his tongue into her throat. Betty sucked ravenously at his tongue, swallowing his spit while his fingers kneaded roughly at her tits. Oh yes, yes, she wanted it, wanted it all!
"Mmmmmmmmm...."
She was moaning into his mouth, clutching him desperately with her body. Brad held his cock just inside the convulsing folds of her cunt right now. Betty felt her body trembling in a way that was strange to her, or at least long ago forgotten. Her ass was trembling, waiting for that fat cockhead to be speared back into her cunt. Again Betty cried out, tearing her mouth from Brad's and twisting her hips from one side to the other. The ropes burned her flesh while her shivering muscles bucked helplessly.
"Ughhhh ... ooohhh!"
More brilliant lights were popping in front of her. Her breath was coming in shorter and more shallow pants. For a moment the woman thought she was going to strangle on her own excitement. Oh, how swollen and hot her clit was. It pulsed and raged with a tickle that drew more cries of delicious joy from her.
Betty's thighs were smeared with her own juice. She had drawn blood from her lips, and her wrists and ankles had welts where the ropes had cut them. But as each wild storm took her body further along toward climax, the pain seemed somehow confused with all the pleasure. And soon it became the pleasure.
This was it! Betty couldn't hold back any longer. She knew she was only a second away from insanity. And then ... yes then she was on it, gone crazy with yelping fits of wild delight. She thrashed from side to side, her long blonde hair whipping across her face. And all the while that wonderful cock was inside her, stirring around inside her cunt, touching all the sensitive spots while her cuntal muscles bucked and spasmed against Brad's cunt-splitting cock.
When it was over, Betty lay there exhausted, sagging against the mattress, feeling the ropes still chafing her wrists and ankles. She had caught her breath and was now wondering about just how wise she'd been in inviting this stranger into her house. Now that the edge was off her sexuality, Betty began to feel something like anxiety seep over her. If he'd only go. Yes, then she'd call him again ... perhaps in a week or so when she felt that rising itch creep over her once more.
"Ohhhh, that hurts a little."
The woman was still on her side. Brad bent over the knot he'd made at her wrists. She felt him roughly undo the tangle of rope, sliding it over the red welts. The pain made her wince. At least he could be a little more gentle now, Betty thought as she rubbed her injured wrists together. She'd have to wear long-sleeved robes and blouses to hide the chafed flesh from her daughter.
"That's what happens when you're roped up," Brad muttered.
Next came the ropes around her ankles. Betty lay there quietly for a moment, wondering what she should do. Then, turning around, the woman looked up at Brad, realizing instantly that he hadn't cum!
"You ... you didn't..."
She was ready to call it quits, and apparently Brad was only starting.
He smiled cruelly.
"Don't believe in that slam, bam, thank-you-ma'am kinda shit. That's for teeny bops. I got plans for you, sister. You said you wanted it hard and heavy, right?"
Betty felt panic starting to rise in her throat.
"Y-yes, but ... but I didn't think ... I mean, I didn't know you were going to ... to drag this out and..."
She sounded so stupid. What had she expected from him anyway? That sleazy sex newspaper she'd purchased from a coin vending machine didn't promise her an educated, sensitive sex partner. It didn't promise anything. She had been lucky, she thought, to have spotted Brad's ad asking for women who enjoyed bondage and S & M to give him a call.
How her fingers had trembled the day she phoned him. It had taken her nearly a week to get up the courage to do something like that. It had felt so dirty, so excitingly perverted to finally dial his number, listen to the rings, and then at last hear his voice at the other end.
"I don't give a fuck what the hell you thought. You're gonna finish me off in the way I like!"
Betty stared up at him quizzically.
"Don't be so fuckin' stupid," he growled, reaching out and grabbing a fistful of her hair.
Betty screamed, her eyelids flickering while her head snapped forward. He was hurting her, really hurting her! Her hands shot out, the fingers curling, trying to claw at the big man. He kept tugging at her hair, pulling at the strands until shooting jolts of pain made her scalp ache. Betty pitched forward as he dragged her across the bed.
"No ... ughhh ... no, no, lemme go! Lemme go!" she screamed.
Desperately she clawed at the sheets, pulling them from the mattress as Brad edged off the bed. She could see things were getting out of hand. She was helpless, and now that terrified her more than excited her.
"Bitch, dumb bitch! Thought I'd get off just fuckin' the piss outta you like that?"
Betty screamed again, tumbling off the bed and onto the floor. She lay in a crumpled heap, sobbing with a growing hysterical fear. He let her lay like that for a while, then reached down and grabbed her by the hair. The woman squealed as he jerked her against the side of his legs, growling obscenities all the while.
"Oh stop, stop..." she pleaded.
Tears rolled down her flushed cheeks as she struggled helplessly against Brad and his merciless fingers. Oh God! He kept tugging up at the strands, tearing at them while laughing at her distress.
Then suddenly the fingers were gone! Betty shrank away from the big man, scrambling on her hands and feet like some frightened animal. But Brad was following her, his fat prick still jerking and twitching with excitement. He was enjoying this. Betty could tell he loved watching her try to scramble away from him in her own bedroom. When she tried to rush toward the door, the big man jumped in front of her, spreading his arms to block her way. Betty stopped, drawing back, whimpering like a frightened puppy while her tits hung sexily from her chest. She eyed that big fat cock, wondering what he was going to do with it now.
"Can't get away from me, babe ... can't do a fuckin' thing till I'm through with you."
"Oh don't ... don't hurt me. Please, don't ... Just let me go ... just go home," she pleaded, drawing back, putting one hand over her mouth to fight back the scream rising in her throat.
"I'll go home-in a while."
As she trembled, filled with terror, Brad smiled more broadly. It was an awful smile, more of a hellish grin, as he towered over her. He was raising a hand, spreading the fingers apart. Yes, he was going to beat her! She could read it in those awful eyes of his! He was going to attack her, beat her into a helpless pulp, and then do God only knows what with his cock! Again the woman screamed, scooting back on her bare ass until she felt her spine hitting the dresser. There was no escape now! She had run herself into a corner!
"No!"
The hand came down, slicing across the shadows. Betty screamed out again, hearing the air whistling between his outstretched fingers. Then there was the blow, the force of his fingers against the right side of her face making her head snap to the left. Her neck was pulled nearly out of joint while her body half-twisted around. Stars popped in front of her eyes While another cry ripped from her throat.
"Ughhhhh..."
"Come on, baby, come on, open up. You're gonna gimme some good head, some real good head."
What was he talking about? Her head? Betty couldn't understand him. She was still dazed from that terrible slapping blow. She shook her head, staring up dumbly at the big stud. He was straddling her now, both hands on either side of his cockmeat. That fat, purplish head was wagging in front of her face and the woman could smell the odor of his unwashed crotch.
"Wh-what?"
"You heard me, bitch! You're gonna wrap them lips around this mother and ... suck!"
When Betty hesitated, Brad moved his hands around to the sides of her head, threatening to crush her skull. The woman whimpered, drawing back as much as she could. But Brad had her where he wanted her.
"Come on, suck me off, you stupid slut!"
"I ... I don't like this. I just don't like it," she whimpered.
Even during her marriage she hadn't enjoyed giving head to her husband. There was that terrible sensation of a cock in her mouth. And then if she wasn't careful Betty wound up with cum spurting down her throat. How she nearly vomited when that happened, choking and gagging while her husband held her lips down hard against his groin! God, he had nearly drowned her with his spunk twice! And now it was happening again!
"No!"
But Brad would have his way. She felt him drawing closer to her, felt his fingers pressing harder against the sides of her skull. She could smell the hair and the sweat of his crotch. Was there something responding in her? Could she feel her cuntmuscles starting to tense, feel her labia beginning to swell with blood? Betty wasn't sure. She had just climaxed and her cunt was still sensitive. Was she feeling aftershocks, or was this a new arousal?
"Suck it!"
Betty had no choice. Opening her mouth she let out a soft moan as her head bent forward. Her lips pulled back while those hands pressed yet harder against her head. Slowly she drew forward, holding her breath while opening her mouth wider.
"Ughhhhfffffff..."
His hot cockhead rested on her lower lip for a second. She could feel his fingers fanning out against her skull, the tips still pressing down hard. And then, then he was shoving forward, pumping his hips back and forth, fucking her mouth.
"Unnnngnnfnffffff!"
Betty felt the bleachy-tasting flesh brushing over her tongue. His big cock soon filled her mouth, thick, salty cum bubbled from his piss-slit, coating her mouth and throat. The salty taste made the woman swallow until her belly seemed coated with the stuff.
"Ohhhh yeah, bitch, gimme that head. Yeah, man, that's gonna feel real good. Oh shit, baby, could fuck you in the mouth all fuckin' night!" Brad growled, his head thrown back, his eyes closed in ecstasy.
Betty felt him twisting his hips back and forth, making his cock revolve around in her mouth. Her knees hurt against the hard wood floor while her cunt began to burn-from excitement? Could it be she was turning on to this as she'd turned on to the ropes? Was this a whole new dimension for her?
"Ohhhh shit, baby, you got one hell of a tongue! Come on, move it around ... ughhh ... yeah, like that. Yeah! Come on, slide it under the ... ughh ... the head like that, rub it back and forth around the base ... fuck yeah, mama, you give head like a fuckin' pro!"
Betty felt his cock brush over the insides of her cheeks, making them puff out whenever he fucked her mouth hard and fast. Her tongue washed down over the sensitive underside of his prick as he'd instructed her, working over the tight scar where his foreskin had been cut away.
"Lick that mother ... ughhhhhh, suck it. Get it good, bitch. Get my prick! Man ... ohhhhh yeahhhhhh ... take it down your Goddamned throat!"
Brad was instructing her what to do, telling her exactly how to suck him off while he centered his cock in her mouth and slowly pulled her head forward and down.
"Ummmmmmfffffff!"
Betty felt the fat, fleshy cockhead shoving back, back over her tongue. It went farther and deeper toward the back of her mouth. She took a deep breath and let the big stud push his cock into her throat! Oh God, yes, it was going down into her throat! The woman gasped, holding her breath and feeling Brad dive deeper. It was almost like swimming under water. She was taking his prick all the way until her face was tight against his crotch.
"Fuckin' A, bitch, fuckin' A!" he gasped out, his muscular body shivering with delight. "Ain't too many sluts can take me all the way like that."
Betty felt the wiry cockhairs brushing against the insides of her nostrils. Fucking him with her mouth, oh yes, yes, that was what she was doing, and that was what was turning her on. As strange as it was the woman felt her cunt tightening again, getting ready for another climax! From nothing to all of this! It was too wonderful to believe!
Brad was groaning more loudly, rotating his hips so his cock would twist around in her throat. His hands still held her skull tight against his crotch while he kept hunching his prick into her.
"Ohhhh baby, baby, move that fuckin' tongue around like that! Goddamned stupid bitch, you got talent for something, baby. Yeah, yeah, good head-givin', Ohhh fuck, yeah, gimme that head!"
Betty had gone mad with sex again. She liked the feel of that fat-headed prick inside her mouth, the sensation of his groin hunching against her face. She wrapped both her hands around his hips now and pulled herself tightly against him. She let him fuck her in the mouth. Betty loved the feel of his strong leg muscles catching her in their grip.
The two of them rocked back and forth as each climbed higher and higher toward climax. Betty dropped one hand down into her lap, slipped three fingers into her cunt, and spread apart her itchy, sticky cunt lips. As she caressed her aroused clit she felt his prick jerking hard between her lips. He was going to cum! Oh God yes, he was going to cum in her face!
"Ooooohhhhhh, baby, take it!" he cried in a strangled voice, his hips jerking frantically against her skull.
"Oooooffffff!"
The woman sucked in air through her nostrils, feeling and tasting more and more cum oozing onto her tongue. And then....
"Aahhhhhhhhh yeah ... mouth-fuckin' slut ... ohhhhh bitch, take it, take it!" he howled, slamming his groin hard against her nose.
Betty could feel something spattering against the insides of her cheeks. Cum! Spunk! Jizz! It was spraying out of his cockhead, filling her up, frothing out from the corners of her mouth. She coughed and gagged, trying to swallow as much as she could of the salty-tasting stuff while dragging in oxygen through her nose. More and more cum shot out from his prickhead. The two of them wrestled with one another, Brad finally emptying his balls and staggering away from the choking woman.
"Good head, baby, good everything," he said, rubbing his fingers over his still-twitching prick.
"Oooohhhhhhhhh..."
Betty cried out, feeling her cunt convulse around her probing, penetrating fingers. She buckled, doubling over and falling onto one side. Her knees jerked up into a fetal position and she twisted on the floor, bouncing her ass against the hard wood. She had cum, cum like a shameless slut in front of this man on her own fingers.
"Nice, real nice, baby. Nice finish," he said, searching around for his clothes.
Betty lay still, her head against one leg of the bed, her knees still curled up against her chest in a fetal position. Brad dressed quickly, not saying another word. When he slipped on his black leather boots and tucked his shirt back into his Levi's, Brad turned around, one hand on the bedroom door.
"Call me again, baby. Or better still, I'll call you."
With that the door slammed shut and she was alone. Still not moving an inch, Betty listened to his footsteps growing fainter and fainter. There was a slamming of the front door and then the sound of a car starting up and driving away.
Oh, what had she done? And he was talking about a second time! A second time? No, no, this was good, very, very good, but no more would she risk her reputation and possibly her life on this kind of freaky nature of hers. No, no, she wouldn't. Clenching her teeth together hard, Betty silently vowed she wouldn't see Brad-or anyone like him ever again.
CHAPTER THREE
"Hey baby, sweet lips, whatcha doin' out here all alone?"
Jacki wheeled around, holding her half-finished coke in one hand, staring at the three young men leaning against the front door to the burger stand.
"Are ... are you talking to me?" she stammered, her eyes looking around for her girlfriend Patty. Patty had said she was going to go back inside to talk to the cute guy working behind the counter but now it was getting late and Jacki wanted to get back home.
"Ain't nobody else around, is there?" the tall, dark-headed stud said, hooking his thumbs around his Levi pant loops and rocking back and forth on his heels.
There were a few kids still inside the stand, but nowhere could she find her girlfriend. Jacki took another sip, backing away from the threesome. She had seen them around the schoolyard-hard cases, dropouts who were constantly being chased away by several of the faculty. There were stories around school that they'd even attacked some of the male teachers who confronted them!
"Seen you around school," the second stud said.
He was a little shorter than the first man, blonde, his hair slicked down close to his skull. He sported a pair of those hideous wraparound punk sunglasses. He was smiling strangely at Jacki, a smile that made her shudder and want to take a bath. She knew what these animals were thinking about.
"I ... I don't know what you want, but please just leave me alone," she said, starting to turn around and walk from the stand. She'd just have to go home without Patty then, she just had to get away from these men!
"Hey, man, you ain't gonna leave us without sayin' nothing-no good by, nothin' like that?" the third man piped up.
"Shaddup, Jack. Man, the cunt thinks we're sacks of shit, right, baby?"
Couldn't anyone hear what was going on? Jacki quickened her pace, walking toward the parking lot where she saw several people. In a crowd she'd be safe.
"Come on, Bobby, let's teach 'er some respect. Show her how she's gotta treat us from now on," Jack said, running up to her.
Jacki had started to run, dropping her coke to the asphalt. She tried screaming, but the first boy, Rick, slipped one hand around her mouth and dragged her back from the burger stand and theater to a poorly lit part of the parking lot. Jacki struggled, jerking her hands up and clawing the fingers with her nails as she felt her heels pulled over the surface of the lot.
"Let's take 'er down by the old dump ... you know, the one by the paint factory," Rick suggested as they pulled the helpless girl away from the fast food restaurant.
"Jacki? Jacki, where are you?"
It was Patty's voice! Oh God, God, why couldn't she have come out sooner? Now the boys were shoving her into the back of some old car. For a second Rick's hand slipped from her mouth and she managed to shriek out a cry. But the hand was back in a flash.
Bobby and Jack tumbled into the front and slammed the doors shut, rolling up the windows. Slowly they pulled from the lot, Rick making sure Jacki was pinned tightly against his body, his hands tightly wrapped around her mouth. Peering over the back of the front seat, she could see her friend peering around for her. Oh Patty, Patty why don't you look in this direction? If only she could break loose again for a second? If only....
But the boys were so strong, too strong for her to fight. Why had her mother insisted on her going out? She didn't want to ass around that evening. But her mother had said something about friends coming over and that she really wanted the home to herself. Jacki began to suspect something odd was happening at home, but she didn't question her mother. Instead she had phoned up Patty and the two of them had met and chatted endlessly for hours at the stand where Patty had flirted with that guy behind the counter. Bored, Jacki had insisted they leave, and was waiting outside for her friend to come out when the boys accosted her.
"Man, she's gonna be real good ... good 'cause she don't want it ... yet," Bobby said, his voice trembling with excitement.
Jacki knew what "it" was and struggled once more to break free. She was a virgin, untouched by a man. Her mother had made sure of that by constant surveillance. And yet these past few months her mother had been less strict, seeming to have something else on her mind.
"Ughhhhfffff Rick punched her hard in the belly, knocking the wind from her when she tried twisting away too hard. The blow stunned her into silence. Jacki went limp against the big stud, not daring to move even when she felt his fingers crawling over her thighs.
"We're here," Bobby said.
Jacki felt the car slowing. They were turning left, then bouncing along an uneven road.
Through the dirty window she saw tall wooden walls pass by. That must be the paint factory. There were only one or two dim lights illuminating the place. They kept rumbling down the dirt road, turning now right, now left until finally they came to a halt.
"Drag 'er inside, and she's mine first," Rick said, opening the back door and shoving the dazed teen out.
Jacki felt Bobby and Jack grab either arm, pulling her from the car toward a large, dark warehouse.
"Help, oh somebody help me!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.
But there was nothing around there. In the distance the blonde teenager heard the humming of machinery.
"Oh stop it ... ughhh ... stop it!"
Jacki begged and pleaded with her captors, twisting in Bobby's and Jack's grip. She stumbled several times, pitching forward, saved from falling on her face only by the boys' tight grip on her arms.
"Fucked up bitch," Jack growled, gripping her by the wrist so hard she thought he'd break the small bones.
"Yeah, fucked up in her head. But she's gonna really get fucked up between her legs," Bobby said, twisting her arm around.
"Ohhhhhhh..."
Jacki half-twisted around, her head dropping to her chest as the tearing pain in her arm increased. Oh God! She thought he was trying to snap her arm out of its socket! Stopping, the girl struggled helplessly against the big stud, her knees buckling from the increased pain.
"Hey, man, get 'er inside fast! Don't want the cops spottin' nothin', " Rick warned, locking up his car.
They dragged the moaning girl past the piled-up boxes and empty paint cans to an old rusty door out back.
"Ain't nobody comes here. They even let the fuckin' night watchman go last month. Ain't nothin' to steal," Rick said, grinning down at the cringing girl.
"Oh don't ... don't hurt me," Jacki pleaded, tears glistening in her eyes.
"We ain't gonna hurt you-too much," Jack said, pulling her through the doorway.
Jacki stumbled across into a large empty space. There was the smell of paint hanging in the air like an old musky perfume, but nothing else except a few old broken crates was in the large loading area. Rick was the last one to enter, shutting the rusty metal door hard behind him.
"Okay, man, let's see her stuff."
"Go away," Jacki pleaded.
"Ain't nowhere to go 'cept right there, between your legs," Jack said, dropping his grip and swatting her hard on the ass.
Bobby dropped his hold on her as well, stepping back and reaching down to rub his crotch. They were watching her the way a cat watches a cornered mouse. Slowly, the girl backed away from them, her arms raised and crossed tightly over her tits. She shook the loose blonde hair from her eyes, first looking at Rick, then moving toward Jack and Bobby. Jacki felt a shiver rush up and down her spine. Trapped! She was trapped! There was nothing in the world she could do to get away!
"Oh no, no, no," she muttered, shaking her head from side to side.
"Yeah, baby, we're gonna fuck you-all three of us!"
"You're ... you're all crazy. This can't be happening ... it just can't be!"
Jacki blinked away the tears, her eyes widening as she looked around wildly for escape. There was nowhere to go. Behind her there was nothing but blackness. She'd kill herself tripping over something if she tried rushing in that direction. In front of her were those three boys. And between their legs-oh God-she could see those tell-tale bulges, signs of their cocks getting good and hard! "No!"
Rick was the first to jump toward her. She shrieked, dropping her hands to her sides. Closing her eyes, Jacki kept on screaming, praying to God someone would be walking by and hear her desperate cries.
"Shaddup!"
He was behind her again, sliding one hand over her mouth and wrapping the other tightly around her waist. He was dragging her back to the others. Jacki felt panic rising in her. Desperately she tried wheeling around, finally jabbing the young punk in the belly.
"Fuck!" he cried, nearly doubling over.
Jacki took advantage of his pain and wrestled free, bolting right for the door. Jack and Bobby were taken off-guard by her sudden will. If only she could get past them, she'd be on the street, shrieking and waving her arms! Surely someone would notice her before the boys got to her.
"Bitch!"
Jack grabbed hold of her wrist and wheeled her around with such force the girl thought she heard something pop in her right shoulder. She tripped, falling onto her knees and skinning them. Jacki was still screaming mindlessly, her mind whirling around in a torrent of terror. The big stud twisted her wrist completely around. The pain shot up like a hot arrow, making her elbow and shoulder socket throb with agony. Jacki gasped, the room blackening in front of her. Oh God, she was going to faint! And if she passed out God only knows what these beasts would do to her!
He let her go, raising his hand and clipping the side of her head with his right fist. The force of that swing knocked the teen to the floor. She sprawled forward, her legs kicking out to either side while one arm tucked under her belly.
"Oh no, no, no," she moaned, clawing futilely at the concrete floor.
"Bitch! Man, she's gonna pay for this, really fuckin' pay! Strip that little bitch," Rick howled from behind, his words accented by a spray of spittle.
"Yeah, strip the little slut," Bobby echoed, reaching down and starting to unbutton her blouse.
"Careful we don't rip nothin', man. We don't want the cunt to look like she's been fucked over when we drop 'er off," Jack advised.
Bobby agreed. The two young men worked quickly while Rick watched, sliding the belt from his pant loops and wrapping the buckled end around his knuckles. When she tried getting up from the floor after Jack had unbuckled her bra and slid it from her shoulders Bobby put the heel of his boot against her head, shoving her face back into the dirt.
"Yeah, bitch, you're gonna eat that shit, eat dirt baby," he growled.
Jacki groaned, terror-stricken, still only half-believing this was happening to her. There had been no warning, no indication her life was going to fall into this horrible sewer. One moment she was standing outside a hamburger stand impatiently waiting for her girlfriend, and the next she was being bundled off into a car by three strangers, them telling her all the terrible things they were going to do to her.
Someone was tugging at her skirt while another set of hands was unbuttoning the top button. She felt the material sliding over her thighs. They had taken everything off her except her panties. She shivered, hugging her arms against her sides, modestly trying to cover her tits from the boys' prying eyes.
"Look at that ass, man," Rick said, smacking his lips.
Jacki shuddered. She could feel their eyes tearing off the last piece of clothing she had.
And then she could feel them fondling her, feel their hands crawling all over her body, pinching and slapping her until one of them finally crawled between her legs and fucked her! Fucking! Just thinking of it made the attractive blonde teen shiver with terror. She drew her elbows in more tightly against her body and waited for the inevitable. "Oooooooofffffff!"
Fingers gripped the elastic waistband of her panties, tugging the briefs down, down over her plump ass. Jacki cried out again, drawing her knees together, trying to keep those awful boys from stripping her completely. But Rick drew one leg up and pressed the toe of his boot against the backs of her knees, kicking them apart.
"Oh God!"
She felt the smooth nylon slide over her thighs, then over her ankles and toes. Naked! She was stripped completely naked!
"Turn 'er over," Bobby said, taking the damp panties from Rick and smelling the narrow crotch panel. "Mmmmm, man, smell of pussy. I dig it," he muttered, licking his tongue over the smooth material.
"Ohhhhhh!"
Jack slipped the toe of his right boot under her shoulder and shoved up, rolling the terrified blonde girl onto her ass. Instinctively Jacki drew her upper arms over her tits while fanning the fingers of both hands over her pussy. She looked up through her curtaining hair and saw them all staring at her, staring like wolves about to devour their meal. Jacki felt a shiver of fear rush through her body, its icy fingers gripping her heart. It was getting harder and harder for her to breathe while she lay there on the hard, cold concrete floor.
"Man, oh man, can't take it, man, can't..."
Bobby threw the panties down and dropped down next to her. Jacki let out a small cry, shrinking away from the big man.
"Ohhhhh baby, you got smooth skin, know that? Real nice," he said, tracing his fingers over her boyish hips.
Jacki was too terrified to answer. She lay there, hating his touch, yet unable to knock it away. His fingers were going up, up the soft curves of her thighs, across her navel, then down the other side. She tensed her finger around her cuntal mound. Oh God, God, was he going to touch her there? Yes. She felt those horrible fingers moving across her thighs, then up toward her pussy. He stopped for a moment, then pushed on up, knocking her hand away.
"Ohhhhh yeah, man, nice hot cunt." Jacki threw back her head, cinching her eyes shut while letting out a short, sharp cry of horror. A man was touching her cunt! Her mother had told her that only a husband could do things like that. Of course she had heard plenty of stories from the kids at school, and Jacki wasn't really sure if her mother was wrong or not. In any case, something like this was wrong-a man forcing himself on her! "No, no, no..."
Bobby ignored her pleas, moving his fingers back and forth along the fuzzy crack, then cupping them, massaging the soft flesh gently.
"She's gettin' hot, I'll bet. Man, I'll bet she can't wait till I stick my cock into her," he growled, reaching around with his other hand and unzipping his pants.
"Hey, remember, man, I get first crack at that pussy," Rick warned.
Bobby finished unzipping his Levi's, straightening a bit to reach in and pull out his cock. "Yeah, yeah, I remember," he muttered, sinking one finger into her pussy-hole up to the second joint.
Jacki gagged, her knees jerking up while her head snapped from side to side. Her face was a mask of pure torment, the eyes still cinched shut, her mouth a tight scar, the forehead wrinkled while the cheeks blushed red. Twice the frantic girl tried knocking that offensive hand from her cunt but Bobby held on firm, milking the rubbery cunt lips together, then sticking his finger in again and fucking her with it.
"Oh, oh, ohhhhhhh..."
It was like nothing she had ever felt before! Oh, once or twice she had dared do something like that to herself. But then it was her finger, her fucking rhythm, and certainly she had never driven it in that deep before! He was almost touching her cherry! Instinctively Jacki knew that and tried edging her ass back to keep him from popping it!
"Ughhhh..."
"Maybe she'd like it in the fuckin' mouth."
"Wh-what?"
Before she could think, Bobby was straddling her body, his knees on her upper arms. Oh, the weight and resulting pain was terrible! Jacki's mouth twisted open and she let out a loud howl of agony, sobbing and begging the man to get off her. She jerked her ass from side to side, raising her knees, then letting them flop back down to the concrete floor.
Her back and shoulders ached from the pressure while her arms felt as if they were going to break. And when she looked up again Jacki saw a fat prick-a long, thick cock dangling in front of her face. That cockhead-that big, purple thing-was pulsing like something out of a science fiction flick.
And Bobby was moving his fingers up and down, saying something about her taking it in her mouth! He was leaning forward more and more, his voice becoming shaky while the smell of his crotch became worse and worse. Oh God, God, he was going to shove that cock in her mouth!
CHAPTER FOUR
"No!"
She shouted out again, clenching her teeth shut and twisting her head away from the big man. He was leaning forward a bit more now while the others grinned and watched.
"You gonna take it, or am I gonna have to get rough?"
Jacki shook her head from side to side, staring up with unbridled hatred at the young stud. He leaned forward still more, pressing the tip of his bulbous cockhead against her lips. Something wet had oozed from that thing and was smeared on her mouth!
"Mmmmmmmm...."
Never! Never would she take something like that between her lips and do what he asked. Sucking! A friend of Patty's had told her she'd tried doing that with her boyfriend. She said the only thing that bothered her was all that white stuff that came shooting out afterward.
The girl said something about nearly choking on it, and her boyfriend kept his prick in her all the way, forcing her to swallow it! Jacki had little doubt Bobby would do the same thing if he had his chance.
"Come on, take it, bitch!"
"Mmmmmm..." Again Jacki shook her head from side to side, turning her face away from the hairy groin in front of her.
"Okay, have it your way."
Bobby raised one hand and spread the fingers far apart, bringing it down hard against her face. Somehow the girl still managed to keep her teeth together, letting out a muffled cry from the stinging blow. Her head snapped to one side, the hair splashing over her face. Quickly he backhanded the terrified teen, his knuckles striking her just below the nose. When Jacki still refused to open her mouth, Bobby repeated the process, slapping her again and again, the sound of his fingers hitting her flesh echoing like tiny gunshots in the room.
"Oooooohhh!" The girl finally cried out, tears blurring her eyes.
It was the opening the boy needed. Reaching down, Bobby pressed the fingers of either hand against a point just behind her jaws. The pain was nearly excruciating. She opened her mouth wider, her cries turning into shrieks of agony. Jacki thought she was going to pass out for a moment while Bobby kept pressing his fingers against the pressure point. And then, oh God, and then she felt something sliding in, something bumping over her lower lip and brushing against the insides of her cheek. His cock! And there was nothing she could do!
"You try doin' something stupid like biting down, baby, and I'll knock that fuckin' head of yours off those shoulders!" Bobby threatened.
Jacki groaned in defeat, closing her eyes. Tears oozed from under her long blonde lashes as she felt that awful thing sliding down, down into her mouth toward the back of her throat. She opened her mouth wider, sucking in air around the sinking cock. Already she could feel his hairy balls against her chin. Spit oozed back down her mouth and threatened to drown her as Bobby sank the last few inches of his prick into her mouth. Jacki could feel that fat cock head touching her tonsils, then sliding back until it bumped against her windpipe! He was all the way in! Dear God, he had fucked his prick all the way into her mouth!
"Oh man, man, she's good and hot and fine," Bobby groaned, shutting his eyes and taking in a long, shuddering breath.
"Yeah? Man, she's gonna give you head fast, 'cause my cock's achin' to get into her fuckin' cunt," Rick said, watching the mouth-fucking with wide, excited eyes.
"Go for it, man," Jack encouraged, rubbing his fingers around his fat cockhead. "Then I'm gonna ram her ass. Oh yeah, baby, you're gonna have my cock goin' in and outta that tight little ass-hole of yours."
Jacki couldn't hear the others talking. Her concentration was taken up completely with the prick that was in her mouth. Bobby wasn't moving for the time, relishing the sensation of the helpless girl's cheeks and tongue touching the sides of his cock. Jacki lay there breathless, her muscles cramping from her downed position. The chill from the floor was making her body ache. And all the while Bobby was still kneeling on her upper arms, leaning forward, breathing heavily while keeping his fat, seven-inch cock trapped in her mouth.
"Ohhh baby, gonna drown you with my jizz," he gasped, opening his eyes and looking down at the terrified girl. "Yeah, gonna fill that sweet little mouth of yours up with good, hot cum."
His eyes widened, becoming hard and glittering like those of a sewer rat. She felt him tensing his thigh and ass muscles, and then he slowly, steadily, started to fuck his cock in and out of her mouth. At first he went slowly, rocking his hips from side to side so his prick would brush first against her right cheek, then her left. All the while his balls dragged over her lower lip and chin, the cockhairs tickling the insides of her nostrils.
Jacki was gulping in lungfuls of air around the plunging cock, swallowing as much spittle as she could. And there was something new in her mouth, a new taste. It was kind of salty, kind of bleachy. It matched the odor wafting into her nose. Cum! Yes, he was oozing cum. She had heard about that in sex education class. Guys leaked cum while fucking, something about helping a woman lubricate her cunt. But he wasn't fucking her cunt and still it came, mixing with her spit and washing down her throat. Jacki let out another shuddering groan, wishing indeed she could pass out, faint, black out and not face the humiliation, the degradation of this act!
In and out, in and out, faster and faster Bobby pistoned his cock, his hips working faster and faster. More tears leaked from Jacki's eyes, staining her flushed cheeks. How her jaws and mouth hurt from being pried open so long by that hot, hard cock! And now his groin was hitting her face more and more like a soft fist, knocking the wind from her with the force of his blows.
Bobby groaned, his head thrown back, sweat staining his face and throat while his hips worked frantically against Jacki's face. "Unnfnnfnfffff!"
The young blonde teen panicked. She could taste more and more of that jizz in her mouth and was sure he was going to pop off, explode in her mouth. She remembered Patty's friend and cried out again against that pounding cock. Twice the girl tried jerking her hands up, doing something to keep him from cumming in her mouth. But Bobby's weight was too much against her upper arms. He had her pinned helplessly to the hard floor and there was nothing she could do but wait for the awful moment when his cum would spatter out.
"Yeah, oh man, yeah," he cried, stopping for one second.
His body trembled mightily as if someone were passing an electric current through it. Then the young stud started making strange noises through his nose and the mouth-fucking picked up again with a terrible fury. Jacki choked and gagged, coughing and spitting as his prickhead kept pounding against the back of her throat. She heard Bobby crying out above her and someone in the background was telling him to go for it. Jacki swallowed again, feeling his balls slap hard against her chin.
"Ohhhh, fuck, fuck, Goddamned bitch, take it, you fuckin' slut!"
Bobby stopped his fucking, snapping his head from side to side while dropping his hand and pressing the fingers hard against the sides of her skull. Jacki's eyes widened as she felt that cock jerking around like crazy between her lips. And then there was a rush of something very warm and hot and sticky in her mouth. She gagged, feeling the sour, bitter bile rising in her throat. Cum! He was cumming in her mouth!
The girl cried out, her screams choked off by the prick and the spraying jizz. Jacki coughed again, trying to spit out the slimy cum. But it was impossible. She had to swallow it! Crying, feeling a mixture of terror, horror and rage, the young teen had no choice but to swallow the horrible spunk.
"Yeah, that's a good bitch, that's a good bitch," Bobby crooned, smoothing his fingers over her forehead and cheeks. "Take it all, take it all."
Jacki groaned, working her throat muscles and doing as he instructed. God, if she could have bitten off that awful prick she would have. But then God only knows what those animals would have done to her. Again and again the girl swallowed Bobby's cum, working her tongue and cheeks against the firing cock until finally all that twitching and jerking stopped. Bobby pumped his hips a few more times, working the flaccid cock against the in-sides of her mouth. Then he withdrew, letting out a long shuddering sigh of relief while wiping the back of one hand over his forehead.
"Man, I needed that, really needed it. This chick's okay, but she's got no spirit, know what I mean?" Bobby said, grinning sheepishly at the others.
"Yeah, she just kinda lays there and lets you fuck 'er," Jack said.
"That ain't no fun. Could fuck a Goddamned mattress and get the same kinda thrill," Rick added, working his fingers over his cock.
Jacki turned her head around and spat out a mixture of spit and cum. She felt her belly tightening, threatening to buck and turn over. No, no, she wouldn't give them the satisfaction of retching in front of them. She'd take it, take anything they threw at her. But by God, she'd do everything she could when this was over to hunt them up and bring them to justice!
The girl drew one leg over the other to hide her pussy, holding her right hand over her belly while she drew the other over her mouth. She spat out again. God! She could still taste Bobby's cock in her mouth, could still feel it ramming down harder and faster while more and more cum spattered against the insides of her cheeks! Horrible, awful! Closing her eyes, Jacki tried to blot out that memory of being fucked in the mouth. Surely she couldn't blame herself for what was happening. They had kidnapped her, and now were busily raping her. She turned her head away from the threesome, wishing she had a knife, anything to hurt them as they were hurting her.
"Man, remember that bitch down in Culver City? We picked 'er up and then she didn't wanna fuck around. We fixed that up fast, remember?" Jack said, narrowing his eyes and winking knowingly at his buddy Rick.
"Yeah. Let's see if the same thing'll work on this piece of shit."
Jacki felt herself lifted from the floor. She groaned shivering at Jack's touch. What was he going to do to her? What were they going to do to her?
"Look around this fuckin' place. Bound to be something we can use," Rick said to Bobby.
Jacki rested on Jack's arms, breathing more regularly now as she heard the sounds of rummaging going on behind her in the dark. There was a metallic rattling suddenly, then the sound of something like chains being dragged across the floor.
"Looks like it was used for lifting crates or something," Rick said.
Turning her head around and peering over Jack's right shoulder, Jacki saw Bobby and Rick both carrying what appeared to be armloads of chain and rope. From the rust on the metal and the frayed ends of the rope Jacki could see that they'd been lying around for a long time.
"We can still use 'em, though," Jack commented, examining the chains, then looking at the walls surrounding them.
"Right there, man. Some kinda hook," Rick said, pointing up at several C-clamps driven into the timbers some six feet above the floor.
"Yeah, it'll work out fine."
"Put 'er down here," Rick instructed.
Jacki felt the cold floor touch her feet. For a moment she wanted only to collapse. But then one of the boys pinched her ass, warning her to stand straight while they looped one long length of chain around the right C-clamp.
"Okay, tie her wrists together."
Jack took out the quarter-inch-thick line and bound one piece tightly around her wrists, drawing it so tight that Jacki let out a squeal and began to sob in fear.
"Shaddup. If you're cryin' now, you're gonna be sobbin' like a fuckin' crazy lady when we get through with you," Jack threatened.
Jacki choked down her fear, looking up at the chain rattling above her. Rick was pulling down the chain, holding it in front of the terrified girl. No, no, this couldn't be happening. Again the unreality of the situation hit her. She was a good girl, a decent girl, nothing like this had ever happened to her before! She didn't hang around with the wrong crowd, didn't smoke dope, didn't fool around with boys in the backs of cars. And yet she was being punished for something.
"Ooooohhh..."
Rick was tying the rope to the free end of the chain, making a double square knot to assure its strength.
"Okay, let's string 'er up," he said.
Bobby moved behind the two others, gripping the chain tightly and pulling. Jacki shivered, feeling the metal rope clanking against her bonds. Dust filtered down from the old beams, settling itchily on her naked shoulders and tits. Slowly her arms rose in front of her, pulled up by the clattering moving chain. The links slipped over the C-clamp easily at first, then more slowly as Jacki's arms were stretched high over her head.
She felt the tension increase along the length of her arms as her elbows straightened. The muscles around her neck stretched and began to hurt while the rope tightened around her wrists. She was being pulled up, up from the floor! Twisting her head around and grunting like a wounded animal, the girl cried out as the muscles along her arms were pulled. She felt the tension in her shoulder sockets as her toes gradually left the concrete warehouse floor. "Ohhhhhhh God!"
Finally they had her where they wanted her! Her toes swung several inches over the floor.
"Okay, man, secure the fuckin' chain," Rick ordered.
Bobby found another C-clamp behind him and wrapped the links tightly around it.
"Yeahhhhh," Rick said, rubbing his hands together in front of the girl.
Jacki peered down, her body swinging slightly from left to right. She couldn't fathom at first what they were going to do to her. This was something out of a medieval horror story-chains, dungeons, whips. Yes, the girl wouldn't have been surprised if Rick or Jack had come out with a cat-o-nine-tails and started in on her.
"Gotta tenderize this little mother-fucker up before we fuck 'er, right Rick?"
With that Jack reached down and pulled the belt completely from his trousers, snapping it hard against his thighs. Rick followed suit and the two of them faced the girl, grinning hellishly at her.
"Man, beat her ass. Yeah, I dig watchin' some cunt get her ass beat," Bobby whispered from behind.
Jacki saw their cocks sticking straight out from between their opened Levi's. They were hot for her, but hot for her humiliation as well. She fanned out her fingers, twisting around in the ropes, trying to find some position that would ease the tearing ache in her shoulders. How it hurt her to be trussed up like this!
"Unnhhh..."
Rick muttered something under his breath and stepped forward. Jacki flinched, feeling the flesh crawling between her tits and around her cunt. She was completely horrified now, filled with the fear of being hurt, really hurt. Her eyes rounded, focusing in on the leather belts hanging from Jack's and Rick's hands.
"I'll go first, man," Rick said, snapping his belt like a whip against the floor.
Jacki shook her head, her arms aching. She tried folding one leg over the other to protect her cunt. But the weight of her own body was its own torture, pulling and tugging at her shoulder sockets. Why were they doing this to her? Why were they tormenting her? She had done absolutely nothing to them. Again and again she asked herself these questions as she hung helplessly in front of the young sadists.
"You wanna get fucked by me, baby? See this cock?" Rick taunted, reaching down with his free hand and rubbing the fingers up and down the shaft. "You wanna get somethin' in you like that?"
"No!"
Jacki was horrified by the question. But immediately she realized she should have answered yes. Without cocking his arm, Rick stepped forward and lashed his belt across her belly, dropping back, then slashing it across her right cheek.
"Ahhhhhh!"
Never in her life had Jacki felt such stinging, forceful pain! The force of those blows snapped her head to the side. She choked down a scream, feeling her belly turning over with terror. Had he torn flesh from her body yet? Did she feel the tell-tale rush of cool air against her cheek, the slow, heavy trickle of blood down her face?
No, no, he had been very careful about that. Rick wasn't going to really scar her for life if he didn't have to. But he was going to push her almost to the point, shove her just to the brink with his belt and anything he could throw at her.
"Little bitch! You want cock. Most cunts like you wanna have a man's prick shovin' into you. But you're too fuckin' stuck-up to show it," he said, licking the spittle from his lips.
"No, no, you're wrong. Please," she begged, looking down tearfully at him as she swung from the chains. "Please, lemme go. I promise I won't say anything ... really, I won't." But even as Jacki pleaded she could see it did no good.
Rick pulled himself up full, his eyes laughing at her. "Yeah, yeah, bet you won't, 'specially after we get through with you."
"What ... what are you ... going to do to me now?"
Rick and Jack only laughed, cracking their belts noisily against their boots and moving up toward the hanging, blonde teen.
CHAPTER FIVE
It was perhaps the worst moment of her young life. Jacki hung from the rafters like a piece of beef in a cooler, her arms pulling hard against the sockets while the two men circled around her like animals about to pounce. She watched them, eyed them carefully, feeling her flesh crawling more and more as those belts dragged threateningly over the floor.
Then Rick struck. His body shaking with excitement, he drew his right arm back, the belt snapping high and hard in the air. Jacki screamed, her forehead wrinkling, her eyes rounding as she watched the belt snake above her then slice down toward her.
"No!" she shouted.
But the belt was already cutting into her flesh, biting into the sensitive skin around her left nipple. The girl opened her mouth to scream in anguish but the pain was so great only a rush of air came from her throat. She tensed her arm muscles, trying to climb up the clanking chains above her head. Her long blonde hair splashed over her face and tangled around the base of her throat.
She found her voice, screaming at the top of her lungs. The girl heard her voice echoing through the dark cavernous warehouse, mocking her while Jack, Bobby and Rick waited below. After her scream, after the involuntary spasm that drew her legs up toward her belly, the pain went on and on. It felt like a raw wound with salt poured over it.
Finally Jacki managed to regain some semblance of self-control. She ground her teeth together, hating the young men below her bitterly. She wanted one of them to come close to her so she could kick him.
"Like it, baby? like the pain?"
Jacki turned her face from Rick, wanting to spit into it yet fearing the consequences. She sagged down toward the floor, feeling her toes barely touching the cold concrete.
"Bitch!"
Rick slashed the end of his belt across the girl's face once more. Then again he lashed out, this time the leather cutting against her right tit.
Jacki cried out again and again, squirming under the pain of those belting blows. She writhed with the pain of those horrible slashes.
Again she looked down at her aggressors and wondered why on earth they were doing this to her. They enjoyed calling her those terrible names, working themselves up into a hateful lather and then beating her again and again until she nearly passed out from the pain. And all the while that dreadful rope cut into her wrists....
The pain stopped for a moment and again the girl sagged in her bonds. For a second Jacki thought of her home, of her mother who was sitting up waiting for her to return. She thought of the safety of her bedroom, of its warmth, and started to cry.
"Crying now, huh?" Rick gloated, smoothing the leather over her right kneecap. "You ain't seen nothin' yet, baby. When we get through with you, you'll really have somethin' to cry about."
Rick looked up at her, licking his lips. The sight of that twisting, naked, helpless girl in front of him aroused him more and more. Jack also watched the teen trembling and shuddering under his gaze.
"Now me, man," he said, stepping in front of his buddy.
Reluctantly, Rick stepped back and folded his arms over his chest.
"Oh God."
Fresh recruits! Jack was about to belt her as Rick had, but then he stopped, a terrible gleam in his eyes. Jacki watched as he stepped forward, reached up and grabbed at her cunt. His touch was more brutal than Bobby's and the young teen screamed, throwing her head back while staring open-eyed at the invisible warehouse ceiling. He was tearing out her pussy hairs, ripping them by the roots. It felt as if he were touching her cunt with a hot poker! Her legs kicked out like those of a young frog.
"Ahhhghghghhhhhh!"
Again and again the sadist tore at her cunt, laughing as Jacki bounced in her bonds. The chains rattled while the fraying rope tore at the flesh of her wrists. Her legs kicked out again and again while her ass-cheeks and tits jiggled from her violent moves. Jacki couldn't believe the agony shooting through her!
"Ughhhhh!"
The pulling, tearing sensation raced through the girl like a saber that sliced into her bowels. Again the screaming, anguished girl brought up one knee, searching for some relief, anything that would end the terrible pain that was searing her pussy.
"Ohhhhhh!"
"Bitch!"
Jack kept twisting her cunt lips, reaching up with his other hand after having dropped the belt and hitting her again and again.
"Goddamned cunt! You're gonna put out, and put out good. When we get through with you, you ain't gonna have a fuckin' virgin pore left on your body."
The words sliced into her brain, making the young teen tremble with horror. All sorts of thoughts flashed through her mind now. These men were capable of anything, any kind of terror, of pain. She thought of stories of young girls found mutilated on the sides of freeways and country roads. Had Rick and his buddies had anything to do with them? Would she be another victim, another Jane Doe until someone identified her from her dental records?
Grotesque thoughts bounced against her brain again and again as Jack kept on pulling out her cuntal hairs.
Then suddenly the tugging stopped. Jacki tensed, knowing full well what would follow. She eyed that belt again, the one Jack held in his right hand. He breathed deeply, his chest rising and falling mightily. Then it all began all over! Jacki howled and shrieked, her head snapping from side to side as the cold, black leather sliced across her face, her lips, the tops of her tits. The girl struggled, trying to drag herself higher and higher on the chains. Her fingers curled into fists, her body bouncing heavily against the chains like a crazed puppet.
Still the belting went on. Jacki felt her hands and fingers going numb as the ropes choked off blood and feeling from her extremities. She screamed back at Jack, dragging out curses she didn't remember having heard before. The shrill power of her screams rang off the walls, almost drowning out Jack's terrible swearing.
"Ohhhhhhh..."
As hard as Jacki tried to avoid pain, she only brought more agony to herself. When she jerked up, her fingers trying to curl around the rusty chain, the strokes of his belt slashed over her nipples. They burned into the hard tit tips like flaming sulfur. When her legs struggled up to protect her cunt, his fingers stretched out once more, curling around her pussylips and tugging painfully at them. Oh, oh, how the folds of her inner cunt lips suddenly seemed to catch fire at his touch!
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!"
Both men started in on her now, Jack on the right, Rick on the left, while Bobby still remained behind, keeping his eye on the chain. Jack lashed and beat at her thighs and belly, grabbing more of her cunt. The girl shrieked, trying to climb higher on the chain. Rick moved behind the tortured teen, doubling his belt and slashing again and again at her ass-cheeks.
Two belts were hitting her at the same time!
The room was a hellish echo chamber of the girl's shrieks and the sound of leather slapping against flesh! Jacki cried out again, feeling nausea rising up in her throat. The pain in her crotch paralleled that in her ass. Again and again the doubled belt slicked into her ass-flesh, at times edging into her sweaty asscrack.
"Unnghhh..."
Jack still belted her stomach while his grabbing, twisting fingers moved more slowly in her cunt. Oh God, God, what on earth was happening to her? Jacki stopped her struggling, screwing up her eyes, trying to figure out what her body was doing. Instead of remaining numb as it should, instead of trying to jerk away from these terrible men, it was remaining passive. No, no, worse! The girl felt a distinct fire beginning to glow-between her thighs now, a fire not unlike that of sexual arousal!
Jack found her hips moving from side to side, in a kind of fucking movement. How could she do that? Oh God, what was this turning her into?
"Man, she's goin' for it! Hey, Rick, she's goin' for it. Come on over here," Jack said, rubbing the backs of his hands over her cunt.
"Ohhhh..."
Closing her eyes, Jacki felt herself wallowing in filth, in shame! She was rutting there in front of these men, rutting like some bitch-dog in the gutter! Although the girl hadn't ever fucked before she knew what was happening to her. Instinct, powerful instinct, rose in her like lava, telling her what was happening.
"Yeah, man, good and hot. Bring 'er down a little. Me and Jack are gonna take care of her good-standin' up," Rick said. "This bitch ain't good enough to fuck on the ground."
Bobby unwound the chain from the lower C-clamp, letting the links bump over the top clamp until the girl's feet touched the ground. Jacki moaned in thanks, feeling the pressure ease off her shoulders. But the ordeal was far from over, one horror simply replaced another.
Rick dropped his pants, opening the front of his red flannel shirt. Through heavy eyelids she saw his sweaty, hairy chest. He was so handsome, so strong, so evil. The combination now acted as a kind of aphrodisiac to the tormented girl, confusing her mind, switching over all her natural responses. What should have been horror and repulsion turned somehow into desire. What was happening? Oh God, what on earth was happening to her?
"Ohhhhh..."
She felt the juices running down her inner thighs like rivers of molten lava. Rutting, that's what she was doing, rutting in front of them! God, oh God, she tried thinking o anything, anything that would take her mind off what was happening to her down there between her shivering thighs. But the aroused feeling wouldn't go away. Try as she might, Jacki could only writhe under her own rising excitement, a victim of both herself and the boys.
"Gonna fuck ass ... gonna fuck that ass till I fill it with cum," Jack murmured, smoothing ass fingers over her ass-cheeks.
"Yeah, and I'm gonna fuck the shit outta this cunt! Man, maybe I'll feel your cock when I shove my prick in," Rick said, laughing cruelly.
Jacki heard them and trembled. It was useless to struggle, useless to move her body from side to side. The rope and chains still held her wrists tightly together. Rick was fondling her tits now, squeezing her nipples until she threw her head back and squealed. And behind her Jack was licking the back of her neck, his hands sliding down her sides until they gripped her hipbones.
His tongue moved down, down over the bumps of her spine, down over the tops of her ass-cheeks. He was wetting her all over like a dog! She shivered at his touch, then groaned when she felt his tongue sliding down into her asscrack. It was so obscene feeling that hot wet tongue wagging back and forth against the inner rounded curves of her ass-cheeks! Instinctively the girl pushed back, her knees shaking. Jacki felt she would have collapsed to the floor if it hadn't been for the chain holding her up. "God, oh God!"
Rick moved his fingers down now, down to her cuntal thicket. He was feeling up her pussy once more, rubbing his hands over her fuzzy mound. Unlike before, the girl's pussy was warm to the touch, wet to the feel. Jacki shivered, clenching her teeth tightly together. Bit by bit she felt herself become all cunt-wet, hot, clenching as that awful finger snaked its way back into her pussy.
They were two fingers now, both of them rubbing back and forth against her small inner labia, caressing the moist, dark, pink cuntal folds that had never been touched by a man's hand. Jacki tensed her thigh muscles, relaxed them, then tensed them again, drawing her knees together.
"Nice grip. Man, she's goin' for it," Rick muttered as he got ready to fuck her.
"Yeah, she's good and hot back here, man."
Jacki shivered once more. She felt his tongue washing up and down, back and forth over the smooth, pink and gray flesh of her ass-hole, his fingers still gripping her hipbones.
And then he was standing up, holding her around the waist while hunching his cock up and down over her asscrack.
No, no, this couldn't be it! This couldn't be it! "Please ... please..." she begged.
"Lemme get in first," Jack insisted, pressing his knees against the backs of hers.
"Man, no. Lemme break her fuckin' cherry first. Then you can shove your cock up her ass," Rick countered.
They were fighting over her the way dogs fought over a piece of discarded meat! Rick was first, holding her by the shoulders very hard while angling his body down and back. She was going to be fucked very soon. The end of her childhood innocence was coming to an end in a moment. And it was going to end brutally, much more brutally than her mother had ever thought when she told her daughter about the first fuck she would have to endure.
"Unnnnhhh..."
"Fuckin', baby, that's what's goin' on now, fuckin', good, hard fuckin'. "
Rick shoved forward with his hairy ass, his body shaking mightily while his prick snaked through her cunt-hairs and pushed up hard against her pussy. Oh God, God, his thick cockhead was working its way inside! Jacki snapped her head from side to side, her knees shivering, giving away, then straightening again as she felt her cunt lips peel back stickily. "Oh, ohhh..."
It was the weirdest thing she had ever felt in her whole life! She was being filled, actually filled with a man's cock. And it felt so good, so strangely good. Instinctively Jacki spread her legs, shoving forward, feeling her mind racing out of control as Rick's breathing became more and more labored.
"Got more of it, baby, lots more. Most of my cock's still outside," he gasped, reaching up and grabbing for her nipples.
Rick pinched her nipples hard, grabbing the rubbery tips between his thumbs and forefingers and rolling them around and around like peas. Again the blonde teen yelped, feeling jolts of pain shoot from her tits and rocket on down to her clit.
"Yagggghhhhhh!"
Rick only laughed at her discomfort, working his body from side to side so the girl could feel his cock fucking her a little better.
"Man, oh man, she's hot and tight and fine," the big stud gasped, pinching her nipples again and smiling as Jacki let out another cry.
"When am I gonna fuck the bitch?" Jack asked, slapping her jiggling ass-cheeks with the flats of both hands and watching the white flesh redden under his blows.
"Wait ... uhhh ... wait 'till she loosens up a little 'n I pop her fuckin' cherry," Rick said in a strained voice.
"Ohhhhhh!"
Jacki felt her cunt being stretched wider and wider by that awful prick. She snapped her head from left to right, looking heavy-lidded at her horrible tormentor. He was only laughing at her, drinking in her discomfort, doing everything he could to hurt her. And still his cockmeat chugged slowly into her overheated pussy-hole, forcing the moist, squiggly cunt-meat to part.
"Fuckin', baby, real fuckin', " he gasped.
"Oh, ohhhhhh..."
Jacki felt the pressure in her cunt become more and more intense until she thought he was shoving her cuntal sheath up into her chest! She took in a deep breath, held it, then let it out with a shuddering sigh.
"Like it, bitch? like havin' my cock streamin' into your cunt?"
"No! No!"
Rick narrowed his eyes, staring hard at her.
"Liar!" he shouted, raising one hand and backhanding the teen.
Jacki screamed at the sudden blow, her head jerking to the left, her hair washing over her face. She sobbed, tears spurting from her eyes and rolling down the injured cheek where long red marks could be seen appearing. The sting from his fingers added to the general torment and humiliation she was feeling.
"Now, tell me the truth," Rick muttered, hunching yet another thick inch of cockmeat into her. "You like gettin' fucked?"
Jacki bit her lip, staring tearfully at the big stranger. Why should she degrade herself? Why?
"No," she said less resolutely than before.
She flinched, seeing that awful arm go up. Then Jacki saw Rick pausing, his thick lips curling up into a sick smile.
"No, baby, I got somethin' better for you, somethin' that's gonna make you feel real good."
His voice was lower, shuddering with excitement. She felt his knees pressing against hers a little harder, felt his grip tighten around her waist. Just at that moment Jacki also felt his cockhead pressing against her cherry. Oh God, God, he was going to break it!
"No!"
But it was too late.
CHAPTER SIX
"Oh no, no, no!"
Her face was a mask of terror and pain. Jacki twisted around between the two sandwiching nude studs, trying to tear free from an impossible situation. The chain above her rattled with her violent moves. Jack was still pressing behind her, rubbing his cock into her sweaty asscrack, holding her around the waist.
And in front of her was Rick-Rick with his long cock stuck part way into her cunt, the bulbous head bumping up against her cherry. Stories from her mother now filtered through her mind. There were stories about all the pain, about the bleeding that came the first fuck. Her mind reeled, careening out of control while Rick kept up the steady cock pressure.
"Ugh ... come on, bitch, give, give," he muttered, digging his jagged fingernails into her shoulders and shoving up harder.
The pressure was incredible! Jacki thought her heart was going to burst as she stood on her tip-toes and shoved her ass back against Jack's cock in a vain attempt to ease the cuntal pressure. But Rick kept on, his hairy, thick-muscled legs pressing against her smooth ones, his sweat coating her white flesh.
"No, no, no!" she cried, twisting around, the pressure soon turning into a dull ache, then sharp pain.
"Hold still, damn it!" he ordered, grabbing her roughly and holding her. His weight came forward once more as he hunched into the tight cunt hole.
"God!" the girl shouted, stars popping in front of her eyes.
It had to be the worst pain she had ever felt in her young life! Rick's cockmeat was pushing hard against her cherry, making it pucker inward, Jacki could feel something tearing now. She stopped, screwing her eyes up, concentrating on her cunt. Oh my God yes, yes, it was giving way, tearing under the constant heavy pressure from Rick's prick.
"No, no, no!" Again the terrified girl tried writhing away from that cock, her voice shrilling like that of a terrified owl.
"Fuck it out!" Rick shouted, his face streaked with sweat.
Jacki felt him ease up, then felt his body tense, winding up like a giant spring. She held her breath, knowing this was the awful moment she had dreaded. There was more pressure and then, yes, then she felt her cherry tearing away with a jolt of white-hot pain. Every nerve ending in her body stood up and rang as Rick's cock broke through that tiny membrane and tunneled its way deep into her body. "Ohhhhhh God!"
It had been as if she were hit with a lightning bolt! Jacki nearly passed out, the chain and Jack's body being the only thing keeping her on her feet. She felt Rick's body pressing up against hers now, his balls rubbing up next to her pussy. He was in her all the way. Beyond the pain the girl could feel his cockmeat all the way in her gut now, its full-length throbbing against her cuntal walls. She was filled, penetrated completely by that fat, rope-veined cock! Jacki shuddered, still teetering between consciousness and darkness.
"Ohhhh yeah, man, yeah, she's good and fine," Rick muttered, licking his dry lips.
"You got your chance. Now it's mine."
Too much, oh God, this had to be too much! Jack was going to fuck her in the ass now! Her cunt was still sore and throbbed from the bursting of her cherry, and that animal was going to fuck her in the ass as well!
"No, oh don't ... please don't..."
But already she felt him grabbing her hipbones. Jacki knew from the angle of his grip that he was getting ready to drive his cock up her ass. The flesh of her ass-hole lips was cooling with the spit still on it. Closing her eyes, feeling the cock jerking around like a small animal inside her pussy, Jacki got ready for her next humiliation. It was just one more in the horrible avalanche of degradation and pain.
"Oh God, God..."
"Man, I like fuckin' cunts in the ass," Jack muttered, angling back and staring at the girl's firm, rounded ass hanging over his crotch. His cockhead was dark red, sliding up and down over the round ass-cheeks slowly. Drops of pre-cum oozed from the piss-slit, dribbling down the length of his prick. "Shit, there ain't no better sight 'n a woman's ass gettin' ready to be fucked."
"Yeah? Well, you got what you want then, man, and so do I."
She was being fucked by two men at the same time! She had two cocks in her at the same time! It was horrible, beyond belief! Her young body surely wouldn't be able to take that kind of abuse. Jacki arched her back, feeling his cockhead pressing up against her ass-hole.
"Take it, bitch, take it, baby. You're a piece of shit, and I'm gonna feel your shit on my cock," Jack muttered, leaning forward and biting the nape of her neck.
Jacki screamed loudly. The whole tight ring of her ass-hole was being shoved up into her bowels. She felt the tearing, stretching pain all around her ass-hole. Oh God, God, it was as if he were gnawing on it, tearing it away from her body!
"Oooooffff!"
And now Rick was moving his cock out slowly. Jacki moaned, feeling her itchy cuntal walls shrinking back together behind the retreating cockhead. How strange! She hadn't wanted him inside her, but now that her cherry had been broken, now that the pain had gone away, the girl felt something like pleasure as his cock chugged along her cunthole.
Jack relaxed for a minute, then tried shoving his cock back into her ass. Again the girl shrieked, jerking in her bonds, her face reddening with the increased pressure against her ass-hole.
"Man, it ain't no good. This bitch's gonna knock both of us outta her holes," Jack muttered.
"I'll get 'er first, then. You can have her later," Rick said, sliding his cock out until only the head remained between her cunt lips.
"Okay, man," Jack said, pulling away from the moaning teen.
Jacki sighed with relief. At least the idea of having two men fucking her at once was gone. But there was still Rick's cunt-splitting cock to deal with! Rick was teasing her now, having completely withdrawn his cock. He bumped her clit with the head, then drew it back only to bump it again.
Quickly the girl was moving her hips toward the big man, actually seeking out his prick. What was going on in her body? Why was she behaving so badly, so shamefully? Her mother hadn't raised her to be this way! She wasn't a bad girl, she wasn't a slut! And yet there she was, twisting in her bonds, jerking her hips forward, looking for that wonderful hard cock that had felt so good rushing back and forth over her cuntmeat!
"Ooooohhhh..."
Jacki felt his cockhead over the center of her cunt. With a forward shove of her hips the girl centered even more of her pussyslit over his cock. Cock. Cock. Yes, that's all she could think about now. He had done something to her, something that had turned her into a wailing, livid bitch. She wanted his meat sawing in and out of her cunthole. Her mind was a whirlwind of passion, of lust.
"Fuck it, baby, fuck it," Rick moaned.
"Fuck Rick pushed forward. It was all she needed.
When the wide head was still pressing against the outside of her cuntal mound the girl tensed her thighs and shoved forward. Oh God, God, she was fucking herself, actually impaling her body onto his prick. This shouldn't be happening! Oh no, no, she should still be trying to get away, to twist free from this maniac. But instead she was seeking him out, wanting him to rape her with his prick again and again.
"Yeah, baby, yeah," he grunted, shoving forward and up. With a greasy, slippery slide, his cockhead popped past the eager ring of her cuntmouth and shot back into her pussy-hole.
"Ahhhhhhh!"
Jacki couldn't hide her delight any longer. She threw back her head, feeling her long blonde hair sweeping over her back. Her tits jiggled while she gulped in lungfuls of air to feed her writhing body. Then she looked at Rick again. In a second he was kissing her hard, his mouth pressing her lips against her teeth while his tongue flicked down into her throat. It was a mindless sex act, two people coupling like animals without any regard for one another. It was something she had been taught was wrong, shameful, even sinful. And yet Jacki couldn't help enjoying it.
"Unnghhhh..."
Jacki felt herself resting on his cock. The knob was just past the most tingly part of her cunt, that fat head moving back and forth slowly, stimulating all the nerves just inside her pussy. Oh God, God, it was beautiful, so very beautiful. Jacki groaned into a spit-slicked kiss, working her hips from side to side, wanting him to fuck her again all the way.
She was turning into a monster! Never before would she have believed she would be doing something like this. The rising heat in her cunt, however, was responsible. It was making her fuck her body back and forth, and wrap her cuntal sheath tightly around his rodding prick.
"Fuck it out, bitch ... oh yeahhhh, fuck it out real good."
Jacki forgot about her mother, about her friend Patty, about everything in the world except what was happening right now between her legs. The room seemed to swirl around her head while she swiveled her ass, pressing her belly harder against Rick's.
"Unhhhh ... oh God, God, I'm going ... going to die," she panted, breaking away from his tonguing kiss.
"Oh yeah, baby, but what a fuckin' way to go, right bitch?"
Jacki couldn't answer him. She was only moaning loudly now, gasping for more air. The big man was putting his hands on her ass-cheeks and squeezing them, kneading the flesh as if it were two mounds of dough. At first the girl shivered with fear. Then she began to relax, enjoying the massaging feeling of his fingers against her flesh. Yes, oh yes, it was very, very good feeling his hands touching her like that, spreading apart her ass-cheeks and then letting them slap back together once more, and all the while fucking her cunt faster and faster.
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!"
Every bump of his cockmeat against her clit sent her soaring higher and higher, forgetting for a while about the horrible circumstances of her brutal fucking. Jacki felt herself vibrating like a taut bow in the wind, experiencing things she had never thought possible. She was dripping sweat, still tugging at the rope that held her wrists together, hearing the chain above rattling with her violent moves. Fucking, she was actually fucking-and enjoying it!
With another shove from Rick the girl found herself completely back on his cock now. She could feel her belly swelling up as if she were pregnant! Again Jacki tensed her thigh and ass muscles, moving her hips around in a tight circle, almost prancing her ass around for more cock, more fucking friction.
"God!"
The ball of sexual hunger swelled in her belly and Jacki dug her fingernails in her palms once again, her ass-cheeks flexing, then softening. She could feel Rick digging his fingertips in her ass, getting more leverage as he fucked her with a wilder fury. The C-clamp above groaned from the increased weight of the rattling chain as the two wound up in their final round of fucking.
Those rushing itchy chills were racing all over her body. The girl could feel her flesh crawling, her clit starting to sting while flames of goodness began licking up her inner thighs. More and more juice dribbled from her cunt-hole, slicking down her flesh and Rick's swinging balls. The rapid click-click of his cock against her wet cuntmeat seemed to fill the room. Jacki tossed her hips as best she could, her eyes glazing over and rolling up into her head. Nothing seemed real any more. The room faded away, became nothing more than a confused blur of images and sounds while that wonderful-horrible prick pounded away against her cunt.
Her muscles tensed, the tendons bulging out against her wet flesh. Her knees knocked again and again against Rick's while she started making strange, animal sounds. The girl felt the simmering heat in her cunt climb toward er brain. It rose steadily like the red fluid in a thermometer. As it drove up toward her brain, the girl started holding her breath in. Her tightening cunt, the cramping pussy muscles, the chilly heat racing through her pussy, everything told her her climax was near. "Oh God!"
The room seemed to explode. Her belly bloated up with cock. She was filled with cock, stuffed with his meat. Rick was swearing at her now, his breathing becoming shallow and irregular. She felt him slapping her hard against her ass, his fingers slashing at her tender flesh. But those slaps only increased the heat tearing at her clit. Oh yes, yes, she needed that added stimulation, those slaps to bring her over the edge!
"Oooooooohhh..."
"Oh yeah, baby, pop it off. Gonna pop off myself, bitch. Come on, cum with you, you fucked up little slut," Rick cried.
Jacki grunted back, ramming her cunt up onto that rock-hard bar of prickmeat. She threw her head back again, unable to suck in air. Her cum was upon her! Oh God, it was as if she were about to die!
"Yaaagghghhhhhhhhh!"
Jacki blew to pieces, her mind exploding into millions of brightly colored bits. The hard, heavy jolt of her cum shot through her body as if someone had blown her away with a .45 magnum pistol. Catastrophic waves of orgasm ripped from her cunt, attacking every muscle of her body. It was the biggest, sharpest climax she had ever experienced!
Opening her mouth, the young teen shouted and screamed, twisting madly in her bonds. Jacki wanted to throw her arms around the big man and hug him closely to her while she fucked herself into madness, but the ropes and chain kept her in place. Instead she contented herself with screaming and feeling her cuntal walls gripping down on his cock at least two times for every wad of jizz that shot from his prick knob.
"God!"
Jacki milked at the bucking cock, bouncing from side to side, screaming and yelling like a mindless whore. Respect, honor, self-esteem and family all went out the window the moment as she felt her cum go on and on. This had to be the hardest, biggest, fattest cock in the world! And it was inside her, spilling its jizz, filling her up more and more.
"Ohhhhhhhh God, God, God..."
The room seemed to go black for a few moments, then slowly, gradually the girl felt the spasms ebb. Her breathing became more normal and she coughed, backing away from Rick, feeling his cock softening in her slackening pursy.
"Good, baby, real good," Rick said, slowly pulling his cock from her cunt.
Jacki shivered, a bubble of air escaping from her pussy as the cockhead withdrew. She felt cum and pussyjuice dribbling down her thighs. With another cry she started falling forward, the chain being the only thing preventing her from hitting the concrete.
"My turn, now!"
"Hey, wait a sec. She's not ready for anything. You fuck her now and you might as well fuck a piece of dead meat," Rick said, wiping his cock off while staring at the half-conscious girl.
Jack studied Jacki and nodded in frustration.
"Yeah, you're right. Okay, we'll let 'er rest for a while."
Jacki felt the chains moving again. Someone had pushed some rags under her as they lowered her to the floor, still keeping the rope tied around her wrists.
"Just ... just let me go," she breathed, closing her eyes and rolling away from the men.
"We ain't through with you yet, baby. When we've had our fun, we'll let you know," Jack said, batting her softly in the ribs and watching her shudder with fear. He laughed, then moved away for the time being. Jacki curled up in a fetal position, wondering when this horror show would end.
* * *
Miles away Betty was sitting up, nervously waiting her daughter's return. Again and again she wondered why she had answered that ad in the newspaper. Why had she called Brad and actually invited him over? She was almost as bad as those fat balding men she saw driving on Sunset Boulevard leaning out their car windows and calling over those tired hookers.
She put one hand to her forehead, sinking a little deeper into the sofa. The soft clicking of the wall clock filled the living room. Jacki would be home soon. Then she could pretend her life was back to normal-pretend, even though she knew she had turned things upside down with her own hands.
"The phone!"
Betty had nearly jumped out of her skin. Brad? She hesitated, then rose from the couch, her heart beating wildly. Gripping the receiver, Betty put the earpiece to her head, expecting to hear that gruff voice-instead she heard a girl's, Patty's.
"What? You haven't seen Jacki since-oh my God!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
She had done it. All by herself, she had done it-murdered her daughter. "No, no!"
Betty stood in the living room, holding her head in both hands. That was crazy thinking. Nothing had happened. She hadn't been called by the police, and no one came knocking on her door with terrible news. Patty was overreacting, she hoped. Still....
Stories about young girls disappearing and later turning up maimed and sexually abused floated through her head now. More and more men were kidnapping girls Jacki's age and doing awful things to them-awful things! Betty hugged her body, feeling her flesh crawling as she thought of the tales of girls found beaten, wandering through the Angeles forest half-naked.
Again Betty shook her head, driving the thought from her mind. She couldn't let her self dwell on something like that or she'd go mad. She had to get herself under control. She'd give Jacki another few minutes to get home and then, yes, then she would call the authorities.
"Maybe a drink..."
Betty gathered her robe about her, walking to the wet bar and pouring herself a tall Scotch. Raising the glass, she noticed the marks on her wrists. Incredibly she found herself smiling.
What had she become? Tilting the glass back, she took a long sip, feeling the burning liquor warming her belly. A whore, a slut, that was a nice term for it. But even whores got paid for what they did. She was doing it for fun, even looking for it! After all, she'd been the one who had circled Brad's name and phone number that fateful evening and given him a call. He was right. She and he were cut from the same cloth. The more he threw at her, the more she wanted.
"God!"
But what was she doing thinking about Brad? There was Jacki, Jacki who had just disappeared without a trace! Turning from the bar, Betty began to pace the living room slowly, keeping her head down, her fingers gripping the tall glass tightly. The ice tinkled merrily against the sides of the glass as she listened to the awful ticking of the wall clock. Her daughter, sent away purposely so she could gratify her lusts. And now she was paying for it, God was getting her for it. "Ohhhhh..."
Betty tilted her head back and took another long sip. She was starting to feel a little giddy. It wouldn't look too seemly for her to greet her daughter a little drunk. After all, Betty had taken the time to lecture Jacki again and again on the evils of drinking.
Again she thought about the girl, about the possibility that she'd never come home again. Tears sprang to Betty's eyes, along with a real feeling of panic. No, no, she had to keep herself under control. Moving back to the bar, she poured herself another drink and was about to sip it when she heard footsteps climbing up the porch.
"Jacki!"
Setting her drink down, Betty rushed to the front door, not even peering through the long lace curtains that covered the Victorian-style windows and unbolted it.
"Jacki! I've been worried sick about you and-"
She stopped short, her fingers still clutching the molding. It was Brad!
"You!" Her eyes widened while her heart seemed to stop.
"Yeah. It's me, baby. Thought I left my keys or somethin' around here," he said, pushing back the stunned woman and closing the door behind her.
"What ... what are you doing here?" she gasped, horrified that he could have come into her house unannounced.
This wasn't part of their agreement! What if Jacki suddenly came bounding in and found him-with her? What could she say to her daughter? Worse yet, what would he do to Jacki? What if ... what if he became interested in her, tried to drag her into, oh God, this kind of thing? Betty groaned inwardly, rubbing her fingers along her upper arms. She had to get rid of him as quickly as possible.
"Got a case of the hornies, if you want to know the truth. Thought about callin' up, and did, but your line was busy. Linin' up more fucks, baby?" Brad said, smirking at her, then swaggering past her and heading for the bar. He stopped, picked up her half-finished drink, then turned and winked at her.
"Couldn't sleep, eh? Me neither," he said, tilting his head back and finishing the Scotch. Betty stood there in the hall, hugging herself, wondering how on earth she could get rid of him without appearing suspicious. She hadn't told him about her daughter. As far as he was concerned she lived alone-a sex-hungry spinster who just needed men.
"I'm a little tired. Couldn't you ... we. ... talk about this later?"
Brad arched his eyebrows, setting the glass down hard on the bar.
"Didn't come all the way over here to talk, baby, or get the brush-off. You got it bad-like me. I kept thinkin' about the way you was movin' this evenin' ... man, you got a hungry cunt and ass, know that?"
Betty stiffened, her breath catching at his words. Somehow now they seemed inappropriate, offensive to her.
"Please..." Again she thought of Jacki.
"That's it," he breathed, his eyes narrowing while his breathing became shallow, raspy. "I dig it when you beg like that. You dig it too, right?"
There was just no talking to him. Everything she did excited him, made him want to touch her, to ... fuck her!
"And now ... well, what the fuck? Let's do it, baby, really get it on now."
He started for her, swaggering like the brute he was, his smile curling up more cynically under that thick, black moustache of his. Betty drew back, shaking her head from side to side. No, no, she couldn't go through it again. She couldn't let him touch her like that, not with the possibility of her daughter coming through that door at any moment!
"Please, Brad, please, just get out of he You came here already tonight. I don't want you ... you touching me any more."
He stopped, his breath catching.
"You ain't got a choice, baby. I want you and I'm gonna take you, whether you wanna puke or not!"
She cringed at his words. Betting knew he was telling the truth. But still she couldn't bring herself to let him take her.
"Get out!" she cried, backing toward the door. Unbolting the door, Betty pulled it open, standing to one side and pointing toward the street with her free hand. "Get out or I'll-"
"Or ... what?"
He ran toward her, knocking her away from the door with one hand while slamming it shut. The force of the banging door knocked several small portraits from the wall to the floor.
"Don't-"
"Shut up! You talk too much sometimes, baby. You're better off just fuckin'. "
With that Brad gripped her shoulders, his voice growing louder, almost shrill as he turned her around and backed the woman toward the living room. He gave her a push, sending her sprawling backward. Betty's arms jerked out for balance, her right foot striking one leg of the end table. The china lamp teetered dangerously, rattling around while the woman stumbled back, back from the approaching stud.
"You fuck real nice. Got a hot pussy, hot ass for my cock. Man, couldn't get that cunt outta my mind. The way you kept throwin' it up into my face ... mmmmmmm, yeah, baby you're one hot bitch," Brad said, reaching down and cupping her fingers around his crotch.
His words stung her pride, made her feel lower than she'd ever felt before in her life. It was as if they were both wallowing in the gutter and were enjoying flinging the much at one another. It was too horrible to contemplate. What was her sexuality leading her into?
"Stop it!"
"Strip, baby, come on, strip and show me that body," Brad ordered.
When Betty refused, he moved up to her, grabbing her hair and jerking her head up against his chest. The woman screamed, her teeth rattling while she felt that tearing pain once more in her scalp. She was breathing in short, shallow gasps, feeling his free hand reaching around, untying her bathrobe, then flinging it open. In a moment she felt the soft material sliding from her shoulders, puddling around her feet.
"Yeah, like that..."
He let her go, throwing her forward. Betty stumbled, regaining her balance. She leaned heavily against the sofa. He had to get out o here. He had to!
He gripped her hair again, pulling her back against him. Betty struggled, her tits slapping wetly against one another. Her feet dance over his, her ass brushing up against he crotch.
"Bitch," he whispered in one ear, one hand sliding around her waist.
Betty felt his fingers crawling over her belly sliding through her cunt-hairs. And then . . oh God, then it began, his sadistic sexual play began! She yelped, her cuntal and bell muscles tightening while her thighs close around his wrist. He had jammed his finger into her pussy-hole, twisting them around an around.
The woman cried out, throwing her head back, feeling the jagged fingernails tearing a her pussymeat. And yet instead of cries of pure pain the woman found herself moaning under her breath with forbidden pleasure. Oh God, her daughter, her daughter. And all she could think of was her cunt ... that and his cock shoving back and forth over her ass.
"Oh! Ohhhhh!"
She felt his fingers shoving in and out of her cunthole, fucking her! Instinctively the woman began pumping her hips back and forth as well, gasping for breath. Oh God, God, she was so excited! In a few moments she had gone from zero to high.
Moving his fingers up, Brad opened up his hand, then pinched her clit between his thumb and forefinger. Rolling it around like a little pea, he squeezed harder. Betty saw stars, hunching back against the big man even harder, croaking out cries of sexual hunger. Still he pressed harder, rubbing his knuckles over her bloated outer labia, hunching his groin against her cunt lips.
"Oh!"
The excitement rose in her like an exploding pinwheel. Oh God, she was so high she couldn't control herself! Gasping and panting like a bitch, she felt herself spilling piss onto his hand.
"Goddamn it!" Brad muttered.
The big stud jerked his hand away, shoving his fingers into her face. Betty smelled the piss and jerked her head away.
"No!"
When she refused, twisting in his tight grasp, Brad reached down with her free hand and squeezed her ass, shoving his left knee into her back. Betty groaned, her jaws parting. That was all he needed, shoving the fingers between her lips. She licked them, choking on the taste, wrinkling up her nose at the smell. Brad laughed, pleased at the way the bad joke had turned out.
He pushed her forward hard. Stumbling, Betty pitched headlong onto the sofa. Her hands and knees hit the cushions, her body angling to one side and rolling hard against the back. Shaking the loose hair from her eyes, she peered up at the big man, watching him taking off his belt. He was holding it by the buckled end, then doubling it, tapping the smooth black leather against his thigh. She shrank back, pressing her spine against the soft material.
"Over, man, over and show me that sweet ass," Brad muttered.
Feeling rushes of fear mixed with those of unspeakable pleasure at the anticipation of a belting, Betty tucked one leg under the other, turning around, pressing her chin in the pillow and waiting for the touch of that awful belt!
"Oh God, God," she muttered, ashamed of her actions, and yet wagging her ass from side to side begging for abuse.
"Yeah, pray to your God, baby. It's the same one as mine, but it ain't the one the nuns pray to," Brad said, dragging the cold leather across the backs of her legs.
Betty shivered, pushing her fists into the pillows and digging her knees into the cushions. Her nipples were growing hard, hot and stiff again, moving across the sofa material. That clock ticking behind her seemed to grow louder, more intimidating as the woman waited for the first blow of that belt to fall. "Yeahhh..."
Betty felt his eyes studying her, examining every soft curve of her body. She felt proud of her body, proud that it could excite a man like-what in God's name was she thinking of? Again thoughts of her missing daughter filled her mind. What kind of mother was she, wallowing here in her own filth while her daughter was God only knows where?
"Stop it Brad. Please, stop it and let me go! I've got to..."
She started to rise from the couch. A stinging blow from the doubled belt knocked her back down to the sofa.
"Ufhhhhhh..."
The crack of leather against flesh echoed through the large living room. Betty howled, shoving her head up over the armrest, gripping one of the sofa cushions with both hands. The sparkling heat on her ass shot like an electric jolt to her clit, making the tiny spindle sputter like a Roman candle.
"Movin' that ass for more, eh?"
Betty felt her clit spasm again as another belting blow fell across both ass-cheeks. Her ass jiggled under the attack, the sting of the slapping leather bringing tears to her eyes. She began moving her thighs subtly from left to right, enjoying the scratching sensation of the sofa cushions rubbing over her cunt lips and clit. Heat began to rush up and down her cuntal sheath while her clit stood up and sparked.
Again Brad swung the belt. The black leather hissed through the air, coming down on her clenched ass harder than the other two times. Betty screamed, her body jerking to the right as if someone had kicked her in the ribs. The belt smacked dryly, raising a small red welt just to the right of her asscrack.
"Oh God, God!"
Her ass burned so! The heat tore through her ass, spreading strangely into her pussy. He kept hitting her again and again, pain alternating with pleasure. Betty squirmed and whimpered, clawing at the couch material as the belt thrashed over her.
Long red marks crisscrossed over her ass, Betty's cries mingling with the pants of Brad. Oh, how that leather burned ... burned so deliciously! She knew Brad could tell he was exciting her. He was an expert at this, driving her up the wall of excitement, then letting her slide down a little before striking her again and pushing her back up, up toward the ultimate aroused state.
"Unnghhhhh..."
The searing pain had spread into her cunt, heightening the feeling throbbing in her clit. Each slapping, spanking blow sent vibrations shooting into her cunt, making her gasp for more, beg for more. Desperately the woman clutched the sofa cushions, her eyes blurred with tears as the belt kept sizzling through the air, biting into her flesh.
"Ohhhhh..."
The beveled end of Brad's belt was attacking her now, curling around the bottom of her asscrack and nearly touching her cunt lips! She snapped her body again, chewing the pillow and hiding her face in the couch. Betty kept her ass-cheeks tense, instinctively opening and closing them rhythmically, matching the blows from the belt.
"Damn it, baby, you're one hell of a hot bitch!"
He stopped. Betty was raising her ass up in an attempt to absorb the last of the attack.
"Goddamned hypocrite," he growled, throwing the belt down. "You can tell me you can't take it, then you stick your fuckin' ass up in the air and beg for more!"
Betty blushed under the truth. Brad picked up his belt and rethreaded it through his pant loops. He sat down, the couch sagging under his weight. She could smell his sweat, his excitement next to her. Betty shoved her face further into the pillow.
"You get me real hot, baby, make my prick stand straight up. I remember how your fuckin' mouth felt against my cock. Now we're gonna feel how your ass is."
"What?"
She pushed her body up, nearly standing on her hands and knees before Brad shoved her back down onto the sofa. She could hear his trousers opening, hear the rustling of cloth sliding over flesh. Again the woman tried getting up from the sofa, and again she felt Brad's hands shoving her down. Then he reached around, grabbing one of the pillows in front of her and shoving it under her hips, just below the last rib.
He moved back, kneeling behind her, hooking his fingers around her pelvis and angling her ass up. Betty sobbed with renewed humiliation and terror, feeling cool air blowing up against her ass-hole. He was going to ass-fuck her! Never, never in her life had a man done this to her! But here it was-about to happen!
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Animal ... oh no, no, noooo!"
"Yeah, and you dig every fuckin' second of it, don'tcha bitch? Man, you love gettin' pulled down from that high 'n' mighty pedestal all the time."
"No, you're wrong ... you're ... ughhhh..."
Betty felt Brad hunkering down behind her, felt his hands roam over her ass. Then there was the sound of a zipper going down, the sound of material rushing over flesh. In a moment she felt his cock brushing up against the backs of her legs. Dear God, he was going to fuck her in the ass, and there was nothing she could do to stop him!
"Oh yeah, baby, ain't fucked ass for a long time, but yours is worth waitin' for," Brad sighed, his calloused fingers running up and down her ass-cheeks.
Betty closed her eyes and shuddered. There seemed no end to her degradation. She had started the ball rolling with that fateful call, that awful phone call to Brad nearly begging him to come over and excite her. Oh, she knew she'd done wrong even then. But forces too dark for her to understand were at work. And now there was little she could do to reason with the stud who was jabbing his fat cock-head against her cunt lips.
"No, oh God, I've ... I've never done anything like this," she panted, twisting her head around and peering over her shoulders.
"Good. You'll be nice 'n' tight," Brad countered, spitting on his palms, then rubbing the saliva as lube over his cockhead.
Brad puffed behind Betty. The woman waited, holding her breath at times, then letting it out with a low, shivery groan. His fingers were still caressing the sensitive band of flesh between her cuntal mound and ass-hole. Oh God, God, she was even higher than before! Betty wagged her ass from side to side, feeling her buttery cunt lips rub against one another, her pussy juice frothing out from her cuntslit and oozing down her thighs. Even the fear of pain from that threatened ass-hole fuck couldn't quench the fire raging between the woman's thighs.
"Ooooohhhh don't ... don't touch me there, please Brad," Betty begged once more.
She could feel his breath on the back of her neck as he approached her. "Don't ... don't fuck me there!"
She pleaded, curling her fingers and digging the tips in the sofa cushions. Her long blonde hair washed over her knuckles while her head sagged between her jutting shoulder blades. Betty felt a flutter in her cunt. Was she that hot really? Could she actually be wanting something like this to happen, be waiting for the stretching pain she was sure would rack her body?
Was she one of those women who enjoyed pain, somehow mixed pleasure and agony up until they became one? These were questions she'd have to face another day. At this point the woman was kneeling down on her own couch, her legs slightly tucked under her belly, her thunderous tits nearly touching the couch cushions while Brad was positioning his cockhead against her tight little ass-hole..
He was holding tightly onto her hips now. Sliding up, Brad pushed his prickhead hard against her ass-hole. Betty groaned, hunching forward. But the big stud held her more tightly, pushing her back against his prick.
"No!"
Betty's voice was harsh, gravelly as the cockhead began puckering her ass-hole inward. "No, stop it! God, stop it!"
Betty snapped her head from side to side, her mouth a twisted scar, her eyes bugged out while sweat beaded on her forehead. This wasn't funny! This wasn't playing! There was really pain there, real ass-splitting pain!
"Come on, baby, relax, relax or it's gonna kill you."
For a moment the pressure against her ass-hole eased. Betty relaxed, feeling the small muscles around her ass going loose. She pushed outward, just as if she were taking a shit.
"Ohhhhh..."
A ripple of relief washed over her body. Betty felt one Of his hands leaving her hip. Brad was curling his fingers around his prick, using them as a kind of brace. In a moment the woman felt his cockhead back against the rubbery rim of her ass. Closing her eyes and biting down hard on her lower lip, Betty tried to prepare herself for the ultimate savaging, the ultimate degradation.
"That's it, baby, that's it," Brad cooed, stroking his fingers along her spine, then bringing them back down to her ass-hole.
Then it started all over again. Her eyes widened and her chest tightened while his prick jammed against her relaxed ass-hole like a hard rock. Once more she tried jerking forward to get away from the prying cock. But the one hand still held her captive.
"Aiyeeeeee!" she shrieked, the room darkening in front of her.
It was happening! It was actually happening! Cramps tightened her big ass and thigh muscles as half of Brad's prickhead slipped into her shitter. The muscles all around the hole felt as if they were ripping in two.
"Dig it, baby? like havin' something like that in your ass?" Brad hissed.
Oh, no, no! She would have preferred having his cock in her cunt. If he had to fuck her, if he had to rape her in her own living room a second time, the least he could have done was fuck her in the pussy! But this? This was something monstrous, something she had never in her life tried before. Of course Betty knew some people enjoyed doing this kind of thing. Fags did it, and some women did it. But she had never thought of taking a man's cock up her ass-that is, until now.
Brad let go of her hip. She felt one hand slide down, down past her belly, over to her tits. She squirmed, moving her ass back toward the heavy-haired belly rubbing against her ass-cheeks. Brad was making soft hunching movements, using his cockhead as a kind of reamer, massaging the tense muscles, gradually easing them to relax.
"Unnnnnhhh..."
It was working! It was really working! The pain had begun to go away, replaced by a strange, warm, full feeling that warmed all parts of her body. Betty screwed up her eyes, not realizing what was happening to her. But now, but now it was so good, so very good. She was starting to feel that heat again in her cunt. The woman sighed, moving her ass from side to side more and more sensually. Was she doing this? Could it be possible that she was becoming a willing participant in this horror?
"Ohhhhh, Brad..."
Her cries were more of joy than of pain. Of course she felt as if he were splitting her wide open. She could still feel some pain of his gradual insertion. It was spreading to all parts of her body, making her belly tighten, making her breathing very difficult. But in spite of all that there was the sexual heat warming up her cunt, making her pussy dribble with juice.
"Yeah, baby, yeahhh? You callin' my name? You dig it that much?"
"No, no," she lied.
But Betty kept wagging her ass like the tail of a bitch-dog, feeling the widening head of his cock going in and in. She felt his hands sliding all the way forward now, both of them covering her nipples. He began twisting them, pinching the rubbery tips while working his cockhead from side to side against the wrinkled ass-hole flesh.
Betty gasped and sobbed, confused by the double feeling of pain and pleasure. Once again, suddenly, the woman felt an easing of the cock pressure against her ass-hole. What on earth was Brad doing? Then she heard him suck in a deep breath, felt those big leg muscles tensing against her body. She knew what was going to happen and sucked in a deep breath herself. Betty tried to prepare herself as Brad's body slammed against hers, nearly knocking the hysterical woman to the couch again.
"Aghhhh!"
Lights popped in front of her as he applied all the pressure he could to her ass-hole. At first nothing happened. The muscles tensed again, making Brad's cock bend at the center. Then suddenly they gave way. For a second the woman thought something had torn in her body. Then she realized her muscles had only relaxed and now Brad's prick was chugging up her ass, screwing into her body!
It was so strange, so weird! Her legs and arms spasmed. Brad groaned, draping himself over her body while sliding his fat cock down, down, all the way. Betty felt full, felt as if her stomach were being stretched all out of shape by that horrible thing. Finally she could feel his wiry cockhairs tickling the sensitive, stretched skin of her ass-hole. His balls were hanging there between her legs!
All the way in! Oh God, he was all the way in her ass! She could feel his cock jerking around inside her bowels, the head buried somewhere deep inside. He was licking her neck, hugging her tightly, still playing with her nipples. And all the while Brad was hunching into her, moving his hairy ass back and forth, making sure Betty could feel his cock rotating around inside her body.
And then he started pulling out. Oh yes, yes, he was pulling out, the reversed tugging feeling as if he had attached a vacuum that sucked at her guts. The vulgar outward stretching of her ass-hole shot wild flashes of delight into her cunt.
"Oh no, no, no!"
It was making Betty hotter than before, if that were possible. She forgot totally about her daughter for the moment. Jacki was far from her thoughts as she crouched there in the living room, feeling hot, chilly flashes of delight racing in and out of her cunt.
Brad paused, his cockhead just barely inside her ass-hole. She heard him panting, saying something about her having a nice ass. And then he was sliding his cock back in again, the force of his forward fucking nearly raising her knees off the couch.
"God!"
Brad paused for a minute, then shoved further in. Betty screamed, her cunt spasming, the walls buckling in from the incredible heat. In and out. In and out. He was fucking her faster and faster, his balls starting to swing violently. She was torn, completely shredded both in her body and her mind. She felt him tearing at her nipples, the fingers pinching her harder and harder. And all the while there was that prick sliding in and out, in and out. Her full, firm ass-cheeks flexed against his belly.
"Oh, fuck, fuck it out, baby. Man, that's the way, that's the way," he groaned, moving one hand back and slapping down against Betty's ass.
The woman groaned, feeling once more the slapping fingers against her flesh. It added to the shivery thrills that sliding cock made as it chugged deeper in her guts. Oh, she was filled with his cock, stuffed to the hilt with Brad's prickmeat. Surely he'd have to stop soon. From the gasping sounds he was making behind her the woman thought he was close to cumming.
But the big stud had stamina. He kept on fucking her, at times giving her a series of short, sharp strokes, at other times making them long, sexy ones. And how that strange fullness inside her bowels was starting to excite her! It wasn't like the heat in her cunt, oh no not like that at all. It had a marvelous feeling all its own.
She wagged her ass again, feeling the juice dribbling like mad out of her cunthole. It was like eating a banquet, Betty thought as her belly swelled to bursting. The heat from her ass-hole radiated off the nauseating filled feeling and doubled back, shooting streamers of incredible lust into her brain. And in spite of the massive amounts of pain the woman felt she still wanted more cock up her ass. She wished that his prick were a baseball bat, something long and hard and smooth, something that would drive her over the wall into some kind of sexual insanity!
"Yaggghhhhhh..."
He was shoving harder and harder now. Betty thought the wild suction in her ass-hole would drive her out of her mind! His tempo of ass-fucking increased and Betty squeezed her ass-hole tight around him, trying to drag out more sensuous tingles across her nerves. She just wanted that prick to drive into her until the spinning ball of heat in her assguts blew to pieces!
"Oh baby, baby, you really want it bad," Brad said, clawing her back with his nails.
Betty shrieked at that touch, arching her back like a cat, then swinging her ass around for more. "No!"
"Sure you do, man, sure you do. The way you keep movin' that ass ... fuck, man, fuck! You can't get enough of my cock!"
Why deny it? He knew her well, well enough after these fucking sessions. She felt him shoving back and forth, speeding up his fuck-strokes until the woman thought her ass would catch on fire. As the ramming length and speed of his strokes increased, she felt heat slicing up the sides of her fluttering clit.
"Ugh! Ughhhh! Ughhhh!"
Betty grunted, sweat coating her body, dripping down off her forehead and out from under her arms. All the tension in her body focused in her ass-hole. The stretched ring was vibrating almost as her cunt lips did when Brad had fucked her earlier.
Betty felt her mind going blank. She knew she was being fucked, fucked hard and fast, but the way her cunt reacted the woman didn't care what was happening in her ass. All she could think of was the wild feeling, that wonderful, hot, tight feeling gripping her ass and her pussy. Soon, soon she was going to have another of her mindless climaxes. But this time there was no cock up her cunt. This time her pussy was completely empty! She was going to come because some man was fucking her ass. Ass-fucking her! Just thinking about it made the woman whimper with something like shame and excitement.
"Oh yeah, baby, gonna fill you up real soon, fill ya up with my cum."
The hard bar of cock in her ass seemed to slow down for a second. Then with a sweaty slap of his belly against her ass he started fucking her more and more. He was going to rip her apart with that thing! And yet, in spite of any threatened bodily damage, the woman wanted it all, wanted to feel it all up her ass-hole. She heard Brad grunting again behind her, holding her more tightly, jamming his cockmeat into her like a spear. She responded by hunching back and forth in fast, humping strokes. Yes, yes, she wanted it all, wanted to have her mind blown to pieces by a cum with a cock in her ass-hole!
"Fuck it out, bitch!" Brad cried.
He rammed his cock deep into her ass once more. Betty thought she could feel the bowel lining tearing while his prick hit her like a runaway car. She screamed, feeling a firestorm erupt in her. He was cumming! Oh God, he was shooting his jizz now, his fingers scratching and tearing at her tits, at her belly.
"No, no, no!" she wailed.
Betty felt the thick, spurting gouts of his cum burning her ass-hole like pints of jellied gasoline. Her cunt snapped shut on thin air. She could almost hear the walls slapping wetly together as more and more jizz shot into her ass-hole.
"God!" the woman screamed, her ass milking at that firing cock.
At the same time Betty felt his fingers twisting her nipples, squeezing them as if he wanted to rip them from her tits. She squealed, backing up into him harder, feeling his balls rubbing up and down against her ass. Oh, oh, he was filling up her bowels, packing them down with his cum!
"Cummmm!" she cried.
One hand slipped over to her pussy, rubbing up against her cunt lips. It was all Betty needed. She cried out, throwing her head from side to side. She was grunting like a pig in heat, wallowing in her own vile sexuality. His fingers probed the slick folds of her cunt. The woman cried out again, feeling her cunt lips clamping down on the invading forefinger and milking it as if it were a prick, that nice, hard, hot cock she needed so desperately.
"Fuck, fuck," she moaned.
The lightning-like jolts of heat in her pussy increased the spasms of heat in her ass. She thought of Brad's prick still up her ass, gouts of cum still spurting out and spattering against her bowel lining.
"No!" she cried.
He started to slide his cock out, then shoved it back in, moving his fingers around to her clit. He was touching it, pushing it down into the swarmy flesh surrounding that sex spindle, then letting it pop up once more. It was all too much for the overheated woman. With a sharp cry of pain/pleasure Betty let go, feeling herself topple into a black hole of orgasm. "Yaaaghghhhhhhh!"
Nothing existed for her for the next few moments except her convulsing cunt and that hard cock still stuffed up her ass. She yelped and thrashed under Brad, banging her forehead again and again against the armrest while her legs nearly slipped off the couch. Grinding her teeth, letting out a torrent of vile curses that surprised her, she felt her overloaded brain shatter with a fury of her climax. Cum! Cum! Oh yes, yes, there could be no better feeling in the whole world than cumming, especially with a stud like Brad!
Slowly she felt the spasms die away. Oh, how she wanted to call them back, to wallow in them once more. But that was impossible. Sobbing, dropping her head to the armrest and resting her forehead against the cushions, Betty felt herself come apart completely. Fucked, really fucked. And now ... now what would he do to her? And what about Jacki? Betty let her eyes close in defeat, praying to God that he would go soon.
CHAPTER NINE
"Ohhhhhh..."
Jacki fell to the floor, her body twisted, torn by the most recent violation. The rope still chafed her wrists cruelly. But by far the worst thing, the worst pain was the terrible ache in her ass. Jack had done it, oh God, he had done it, and done it slow and sexy. He had fucked her in the ass, driving his cock in so hard Jacki was sure he had ruined something down there behind her. And now as she lay crumpled in a heap at their feet, Jacki could feel his jizz oozing out of her stretched, violated ass-hole. They had done their worst, they had trampled her into the dirt and then laughed at her.
"She's had it, man. She ain't gonna be good for nothin' no more," Bobby said, wiping his lips with the back of one hand.
"Yeah, she's washed up, man. Come on, Rick, let's take the fuckin' bitch back and go out huntin' for more cunt," Jack suggested, sliding his cock back into his Levi's and zipping up.
"No, man. We still got some time," he muttered, turning over his wrist and glancing at his watch. "Besides, she's still got some spunk in 'er, right, baby?"
With that the big stud jabbed the toe of one boot against her ribs. Jacki shivered, shrinking away from the man. She heard them laughing again at her. Their laughter rang in her ears. Sobbing, she closed her palms over her head, trying to close out those awful sounds that seared her soul.
"Stop it, stop!"
Her body arched so from the beating, from the kicking, from the slapping, from all that fucking. She was exhausted, barely able to stand up in front of them. And all the while they joked about her condition, taunted her, pushed her further.
"Untie the bitch. Hey, that a hose back there I saw? Around the back," Rick amplified, nodding toward Bobby while Jack unfastened the bonds holding the blonde teen captive.
Jacki stared at her wrists. They were very red and chafed. But still she was glad the bonds were gone. Maybe this meant they were going to let her go! Hope sprang in her chest as she rubbed her aching arms against one another. Already she began searching around the room for her clothes. Her lips were curling into a smile. She would think of all this later, would come to terms with it somehow. Right now all Jacki could think of was getting out of this horrible place.
"Hold on, baby, we ain't through with you yet," Rick said, laying a restraining hand on her shoulder as she started to get up.
Jacki felt her heart sink. Fear and suspicion crept back into her mind as She scooted back a few inches on the floor. Not through with her yet. She stared up at the big man, sighing deeply. She had learned quickly to expect the worst from these animals. But what else could they throw at her? They had beaten her, strung her up, then fucked her cruelly against her will.
Now there was something else?
"Yeah, got this thing," Bobby panted, dragging in a large hose from outside.
A rush of air from outdoors chilled her skin. Jacki hugged her body, staring at the men. What were they going to do with that big thing, fuck her with it?
"Get up and stand over there," Rick said, examining the nozzle. "Thought I'd seen this thing sitting around out there before." He muttered, checking out the rubber, then handing one end back to Bobby. "Hook it up to that nozzle out back. We oughtta have enough room in here. And you," he added, turning back to Jacki, "stand over there by the wall."
Slowly the girl got up, her face wincing from the ache in all her muscles. She felt so stiff, so cold. She wanted to tell the men to let her go, let her warm up somewhere. But Jacki knew that was useless. Shivering, crouching and cowering under Rick's angry stare, Jacki moved back toward the indicated wall, backing up, trying to hide her pussy with both hands. Rick was pointing the nozzle at her as if it were the muzzle of a gun. For some unknown reason terror gripped her heart once more. What were they going to do to her now? Standing there, pressing her back against the concrete, she waited for her next ordeal.
And then a blast of water smashed into her rib cage, catching her completely by surprise. She could hear their laughter as her head flew back, striking the concrete blocks. Opening her mouth in shock, Jacki struggled to stay upright from the floor. But her feet skated and slid on the wet concrete floor. Dirty debris spattered against her body as the cold stream played up and down her body.
"We're cleanin' you up for your mama," Rick said, playing the stream against her face and nearly drowning her.
When the girl's choked cries died away, he moved the stream down to her feet, nearly upending the girl. Jack cried out, trying to twist around. But the water seemed to be everywhere. It was as if he had two hoses. He was only moving around quickly, catching her whenever she tried to escape the spattering stream. "Nooo!"
The stream caught her ankles once more. Knocking her to one side, it finally sent her crashing heavily on the water-slicked concrete floor.
The cold water had revived her. Gone was the exhaustion that had plagued her. Now she was struggling for her balance, trying to get back on her feet. But Rick directed the water at her ankles and kept her sliding and crawling on the floor. More curious was what he was doing to her cunt. He was moving the cold stream down at her crotch. The water hit like a hammer on gunpowder. It opened her cunt lips and set up a flash of fire on her clit.
Jacki was stunned by this reaction. The cold didn't seem to matter. Her body had quickly become used to the low temperature. It was the pressure, the pressure that was bringing all those electric sensations to her clit, making her double up with eroticism. Oh God, it was nearly overwhelming! The young girl was surprised her body could have such a powerful reaction to something as inanimate as a stream of cold, jetting water.
"Man, this cunt's gonna fuck anything.
She's turnin' onto it," Rick said.
"Yeah, she's a regular bottomless pit. Man, she digs anything that gets into her cunt," Bobby added, rubbing his stiffening cock through his pants.
"Too bad we ain't got a pooch here. Saw a bitch down in TJ who went down on donkeys and that kinda shit. We could get a show goin' up here with this little bitch as the star," Jack said, rubbing his cock too, remembering how hot and tight her ass had felt against his fucking prick.
"Ughhhh..."
No, no, she wasn't going to become the butt of another of their obscene jokes. There were far too many already about her. Crying, clenching her fingers into tight fists, the panicked girl rolled onto her belly. She was trying to get her pussy away from the moving cold stream of water.
Her hair tangled around her throat, catching around her shoulders. In her confused state Jacki thought one of the boys was trying to choke her. Screaming, clawing at her throat, the young girl thrashed around the floor, her own worst enemy in this scene.
"Man, she's goin' nuts! She went that way when I fucked her," Rick said, playing the stream around her mouth and filling it with water.
"Yeah? Well, she was goin' kinds goofy when I stuffed up her ass-hole with my prick and didn't give 'er nothin' in the cunt," Jack countered.
"Let's face it, man, she goes nuts with any kinda cock. And she ain't had nothin' 'cept ours rammin' the shit outta her," Bobby said, shaking his head. "A real, first-class slut."
With that Rick dropped the water once more and shot it straight up between her thighs. Jacki hunched back at it instinctively, fucking it as if it were a real man. No, no, she had to clear her mind, clear it from these obscene wanderings!
"No!" she shouted.
There was another blast of water, this time against her cum-smeared ass, then back up to her cunt. Oh, oh, it was almost like some huge cold tongue curling and twisting around and around in her body! Jacki snapped her head back, making soft moaning sounds deep in her throat as the lewd feelings began to rise from deep in her body once more. What awful powers had been touched in her body and mind? These boys had done it, had turned her into what she was now. They had unleashed forces that would have been better off left untouched. Jacki couldn't deal with them.
"Ughhhh..."
Jacki cried out once more, her slick body jerking and snapping and crawfishing across the smooth, wet concrete. She could hear her screams echoing off the walls of the warehouse. Trying to turn sideways, trying to keep her back toward Rick, she saw him stepping around, always keeping the nozzle pointed at her. It was futile, she couldn't escape, couldn't even get on her own feet. "No, no..."
Jacki tried keeping her tits and face away from the flow. But there was no chance of protecting any part of her body. Sobbing again, she lay on the floor, all the muscles of her body working, turning this way and that to keep the water from her mouth and nose.
Pushing her head up off the cold, wet concrete, Jacki looked once more at Rick and the others. How she loathed them! How she wanted to claw at their faces, tear out their eyes for having brought her to this horrible state! And then another blast of water across her tits made her think of other things. She felt her nipples sinking into the firm flesh of her tits under that hard flow.
Jacki jerked her hands back up to her tit tips, pressing the palms against the warm, rubbery knobs. Yes, oh yes, it felt good touching the tips, strangely good. She was aroused! Even under these terrible circumstances, the confused teen realized she was in a state of high sexual excitement. They had done this to her, had worked her up until she was gasping and thrashing under the cold water. It was as if that spray were her lover, her secret lover holding her, kissing her, tonguing her cunt and fucking her.
"No, no," she whispered, closing her eyes, trying to drive out that dreadful thought.
But there it was, coming back again in full force, grinning hellishly at her like some demonic mask. Jacki found herself panting as much from excitement as from the fight with that hose.
She covered her face with her hands, ashamed to show the boys her lust-filled eyes. The shame of feeling herself crawling around naked in front of these three, rutting in front of them because of this dum spray, horrified her. Letting out another shuddering sigh, Jacki lay on her back, wanting to die as Rick played the hose from her tits to her cunt.
"Hey, man, she givin' up?" Bobby asked, a note of disappointment in his voice.
"Don't worry, man, a bitch like this one don't give up so easy," Rick said.
He was concentrating the hose on her clit. Jacki dug her fingernails into her palms once more, biting down on her lower lip, vowing now not to make one sign, not to give them one clue that she was aroused. She couldn't, just couldn't let herself fall into that terrible trap.
But instinctively once more the girl found her hips rising and falling, making sharp, fucking movements against the water. The teen cried out in a mixture of pain, shame and lust. She let her upraised knees jerk up a little farther, then fall apart in butterfly fashion. Jacki tried to stop the insane increase of her cunty heat by holding her trembling fingers over the wet cunt-hairs. But her hips still rolled and jerked in a complicated rhythm with the water.
"Oooohohhhh..."
Rick was playing wild games with her. Every time the girl slid her hands over her pussy, he moved the water to spatter at her ass-hole or nipples. The splashing waves of water bounced off her tits and filled her nostrils and mouth. Jacki turned her head to one side, coughing and gasping for air, spitting out the water.
"Stop it ... oh God, you're gonna kill me if you ... if you keep this up," she screamed, her wails again bouncing off the walls.
Desperately the girl shoved her right fist into her mouth, gnawing at the knuckles, trying to keep from screaming out the growing tight, hot feeling in her pussy. Oh no, no, no matter how much the hosing aroused her, Jacki didn't want them to see her starting to cum. That would be too much. They had seen her climax before, but not like this. There was something unspeakably dirty about reaching orgasm while thrashing around on her own with only water playing on and off her convulsing pussy.
And it wouldn't be long before the climax building in her cunt went off. She could feel the tension in her crotch, the slow opening and closing of her cuntal muscles. She cinched her eyes shut and lay there, completely exposed to the water. The girl hoped the man would stop when she started to cum. If he kept on, Jacki knew she wouldn't be able to do anything until her climax tapered off.
"Aggghhhhh..."
Shamelessly, Jacki twisted her hips, trying to get as much excitement for her clit as possible. The hot mass of sensations between her thighs grew more and more, sharpening into a terrible focus as the water kept beating at her clit.
"No, ohhhhhhh..."
Her voice choked. Her flesh squeaked on the cement floor. Jacki knew all the cum from her fuckings had washed off now. She wanted to feel that incredible release once more. She needed that pulsing, vibrating feeling washing over her mind, making her muscles cramp with excitement, blanching every thought except that of sex. She gritted her teeth, humping her thighs up and down, slapping her white, jiggling ass-cheeks against the floor, trying to push herself over the edge.
Rick saw what was about to happen and swept the water from her cunt. The sudden loss of pressure in her pussy made the girl cry out with frustration. She twisted her head around, peered up at the leering trio. They knew it, saw her nearing the edge of climax. No, they didn't want her cumming yet. They were having too much fun watching her rut in front of them, fucking the stream, silently begging them for more. Good lord, how she wanted to kill them, destroy them all!
"Unnghhhhhh..."
The water shot back against her clit again! Rick was taking careful aim with his hose now, his movements adding to the rush of feelings all through Jacki's body.
"Yagghghhh!"
Damn him! Damn him! Once more the hose blasted water across her tightening belly and onto her tits. Jacki felt the spray toying with her nipples longer this time around, forcing the rubbery tips up toward her face. The swell of her tits throbbed under the cold, steady flow.
"Come on, baby, come on, maybe if you play with yourself you can bring your cunt off," Rick mocked.
"Yeah, come on, slip them fingers in and outta your fuckin' pussy. Play with your clit like I did when I was fuckin' your ass," Jack taunted.
Her climax! It was there, just out of reach. Jacki could feel herself straining, lowering her hips. She had to feel the water on her clit. The whole top of her cunt seemed to be tied up in knots of hunger, waiting for the last shove over the edge. Her hips rolled and circled, looking for that last bit of sensuality.
And then the water was gone again. Jacki felt her cunt flinch, clenching like a fist. She could almost hear the slapping of her cunt-walls as they snapped down on absolutely nothing. Jacki couldn't believe how the feelings down there had increased!
"Come on, baby, rut it out, come on," Rick encouraged.
She was completely out of control. Jacki wanted to scream, but her chest was so tight. The water and gut-wrenching explosion of her climax wouldn't let her do anything except move around like some damned zoo animal. She writhed on the floor, agonized by the feeling between her legs.
She knew her mind was fading out even as she tried to regain control of her body. The sound of the water drowned out their laughter and her curses. She rolled over, feeling the stream blasting against her ass. Jacki strangled on her sobs now, her breath being choked off by her roaring climax. The room darkened even more. Jacki dragged her clawing fingers on the cement, still trying to get away from that terrifying stream. "Unghhhh..."
Her flesh was tight, stretched over her bones and muscles by the chill. Her nipples hurt, the wrinkly areolas tightening until the whole surface of each tit pained her. Somehow Jacki managed to get back to the wall, still clawing wildly to get away.
"Noooo..."
Still cumming, still feeling her cunt snapping shut on nothing but the water, the girl climbed up, her head back to Rick. The hose forced water at her shoulders, pinning her tits against the cinderblocks. Jacki's arms weakened, then collapsed, and she slid down to the floor. Everything around her was getting ever darker.
"Come on, baby, come on, keep on pump-in' them hips. Show us your stuff," Jack mocked.
"Yeah, man, show us how hard you can cum," Bobby shouted.
Jacki moaned as she felt the world slip into her pussy. The water stopped and the whole room fell into a strange silence.
CHAPTER TEN
An hour had passed. Betty lay on her back, staring unblinking at the wall clock. Again she thought of her daughter. So much time had gone by. Certainly Jacki had met with some kind of foul play. She should be out searching for her or at least on the phone calling the police.
But instead she was trapped here on the couch, her ass dribbling out cum while Brad sat opposite her, drinking his third can of beer. Two hand-crushed aluminum cans lay by the side of the chair. He was still naked, his hairy legs spread widely apart, his long cock dangling there with the head resting on the upholstered chair.
Several times Betty wanted to suggest that he leave. But fear crept over her like a fog. He was getting drunker and drunker, his speech slurring. Whenever she looked at him he growled, actually growled at her. Her ass-hole still ached from the hard fucking he'd given her sixty minutes ago, while the marks of his belting still discolored her flesh. Perhaps if she lay quietly and looked the other way he'd go away and leave her in peace. Then Betty would have time to deal with the problem of her missing daughter and think about finding a way to get rid of Brad for good.
He stirred. Betty felt her pulse race while her heart skipped a beat.
"Been thinkin', " he said, gulping down the last bit of beer in the can, then hurling it across the room against the fireplace. It struck the corner, clanking noisily to the floor. Betty shivered, drawing in a deep breath and mustering her courage. "You sure got one hell of an appetite for fuckin', baby. I mean," he waved his hands in front of his face as if to clarify what he was saying, "there ain't nothin' you won't do."
Betty still remained quiet, staring at the clock, his words falling heavily on her heart.
"But I bet I can push you over the edge," Brad said, his voice low, trembling.
"What?"
"You heard me," Brad said, pushing himself out of the chair with a grunt.
He stood there for a moment, reaching down and scratching his balls. Betty heard him fart, then listened as he shuffled past her to the bedroom. She sighed with relief, drawing her fingers over her belly. He was right. She was a kind of bottomless pit of fucking. Everything he did to her was a turn-on. When he beat and kicked her, she nearly came in her pants. When he fucked her in the cunt and later in the ass, the woman went half-mad with lust.
When he came back a second time, bursting into her house unannounced, she not only refused to throw him out, but in the end openly invited him to pervert her even more! What kind of woman could she be? What kind of woman would answer a strange ad in what was little more than a fuck paper? The blonde closed her eyes and turned her head from the room, feeling guilt wash over her like a wave.
"Yeah, a real bottomless pit."
He was back, shuffling behind the sofa. He had his Levi's with him. Moving around to the front of the couch, Brad sat down, draping his pants over his knees while staring at Betty.
"What do you want with me?" Her voice was dry and cracked.
"Everything, baby. You don't understand, do you?"
She smelled the beer on his breath. It was awful. Wrinkling her nose, she started to turn away but Brad's fingers wrapped around her hair and prevented that. He jerked her face back and forced her to stare at him. God, how that man's eyes glittered when he was excited! It was like looking right into the devil's face!
"N. ... no, I don't ... I..."
"Come on," he said, laughing at her while tugging at her hair. Betty moaned, her teeth rattling from the renewed pain in her scalp. "You dig gettin' beat up and fucked up real bad. Well, baby, I'm gonna push you, make you find out just how much stuff you can take."
"No, don't!"
"Man, don't gimme that crap any more," Brad sneered, letting go of her hair and slipping one hand into his left Levi pocket. "Pisses the shit outta me to hear you moanin' and complainin', and all the time you can't wait to get a cock in you!"
He grunted with satisfaction, pulling out a book of matches. Letting the pants slide from his lap, Brad turned around a little more, resting one of his legs over the backs of hers to keep her in place. Betty watched with growing interest as he pulled back the cover and tore two white matches from their holding.
"What ... what are you going to do with those?" she stammered, almost sure of the answer.
Brad didn't answer. Striking the matches quickly, he held them in front of Betty's face, smiling as he saw the flames reflected in her eyes.
"Ohhhh..."
The sour odor of the burning sulfur made her wrinkle her nose and draw back. Every square inch of her flesh crawled as she watched the yellow flame carefully flicker from side to side inches in front of her mouth.
"Lay down."
Betty stretched out on the couch, her head resting on one pillow while her feet nearly touched the other armrest. Betty cringed away as the heat of the burning matches increased. He was bringing them down, down toward her body! Her eyes widened as she watched him move the burning sticks close to one stretched tendon of her right inner thigh. The glowing matches reddened her skin. Moaning through her teeth, Betty writhed against the sofa. A small sob moved past her lips.
"No, oh no!"
Betty looked from the matches to Brad's face. His eyes were glittering hellishly. He touched the matches now to her legs, then started dragging them along the line of the tendon.
"Yaggghhhhhh!"
Arching her back, throwing her head from side to side, Betty jerked one hand up and knocked the burning matches from her body.
"Bitch!"
"Oh no, no, not again," she wailed, seeing him pull two more matches from the cover. "Please, you're hurting me too much!" She sobbed, wiping the tears from under her eyes.
"Yeah, sure."
There was the sharp crackle of the matches being struck, that awful smell, and the reddish glow of the burning wood. Again Brad moved the flames toward her body, and again Betty cringed, sliding her ass back into the sofa cushions. She nearly pissed from fear and revulsion as the flames neared her thighs once more.
"Oh please ... please..."
She was whimpering, shaking her head from side to side. Her face paled, every muscle in her body tensing. Her feet jerked and twitched while she tightened her fingers into fists. Holding her cunt open with one hand, Brad took the matches and touched a few hairs at her pussycrack. Betty couldn't believe he was doing this! She sucked in a ragged breath, her head shaking wildly. The neck muscles stood out while another moan escaped from her lips.
"Unnnghhh..."
Brad looked up, then went back to touching the burning matches to her cunt-hairs.
"Oh don't ... not that ... save me that ... oh God, don't burn that ... please, don't do it to me," she pleaded.
Brad smiled. He enjoyed hearing a woman pleading with him for her safety or her life. He glanced up again, drinking in the obvious terror sketched on her face, then looking back down at the several scorched pussy-hairs covering her cuntal mound.
"It's kinda cold in here. Thought you might need a little somethin' to warm you up," he said, bringing the matches back down once more.
"Yaaaggghhhhhh!"
Betty shrieked. He touched the burning underside of the matches to an area just below her clit. She fought to close her legs, to protect her cunt from any more damage. But Brad knocked her thighs apart, keeping them spread with one hand while toying with the flame with the other.
"Damn!"
The fire burned all the way, singeing his thumb and forefinger. He flicked the flame out, then reached down for the book of matches once more. Betty whimpered, rolling her head from right to left, biting down on her lower lip, praying to God she could pass out, anything to save her from this horror.
"There we go."
Brad adjusted his ass, sliding closer to the terrified woman. Glancing down again, Betty could see the big stud had a hard-on. He was really turned on, blown out of his mind watching her twist and writhe under his demented torture.
A third flame, this one brighter than the others, roared up. Betty felt her heart pounding so hard she thought it would go into seizures. He brought the bluish-yellow flame up toward her face, threatening her eyes with it. The woman drew back, twisting her head to one side while covering her face with her right hand.
The heat disappeared for a moment, only to come back around her nipples. Opening her eyes again, Betty looked down and saw the dancing flame near her right tit. It could only be an inch, maybe less, from the hard, rubbery tit. The stinging heat from the matches made her nipple tickle so oddly. Her teeth ground together, her fingernails slicing into her thighs as she waited for Brad to touch the match to her tit.
" Aaaaggghghghhhh!"
God in heaven, he did it! Betty saw stars pop in front of her eyes as the burning flame shot hell through her injured nipple. Her arms shot out, hitting Brad several times while the backs of her legs flailed at the sofa cushions. Her tits bounced heavily against her chest while her screams filled the living room.
"Feel good?"
"No, oh no, no, animal ... ughhh ... get ... get away from me!"
Betty brought one hand up to her burned nipple and rubbed it anxiously while trying to swing one leg over the couch to escape. Brae knocked her back savagely, hitting the woman on the chin. Betty shot against the couch, sobbing hysterically.
"You can't ... you can't do this to me ... it's inhuman," she cried, wiping the tears from her cheeks.
Brad said nothing, bringing the flames back to her crotch. Oh God, the pain was horrible! The heat felt as if he'd dumped burning gasoline all over her body! There was a tearing pain in her throat while the air blew out from her lungs. Betty wanted to scream, to shriek to the heavens as he touched the burning matches to the bottom of her cuntal mound. But all she could do was let out a hoarse gasp.
"Ohhhhhh!" she finally screamed, her voice cracking and harsh.
Brad moved his hand away, shaking out the flames once more. "Kinda gettin' to your limit, huh? Gettin' to mine, too," he said, flinging the book of matches away.
Betty felt his hands around her waist. He was turning her around, making her kneel.
"Tuck 'em under," he said, shoving her legs forward toward her hanging tits while rubbing his cock up against her ass. "Gonna be a nice finish to this."
He hunkered down behind her while sliding his cockhead up to her cunt. Betty closed her eyes. Oh God, God, as much as it sickened her, the touch of his cockhead in her pussy seemed to make everything she'd recently endured worth while!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Nooooooo!"
Hadn't they done enough to her? Hadn't they shamed her enough, making her cum like that under a spray of water like some bitch in heat? And now ... and now they were on top of her, all of them. Bobby had found some old rags and gathered them up, spreading them across one part of the floor that remained dry. Jack was behind her, rubbing his cock against her ass while Rick was trying to stick his cock back into her cunt. To one side Bobby was threatening to ram his prick back into her mouth.
"Stop it ... lemme go, lemme go!" she cried with what little strength she had.
Jacki could barely fight them. She was so weak, so tired from her ordeal. And now there was yet another hurdle for her to jump.
"Uhhhhhhh..."
Jacki's cry sent chills over the men's bodies and made their cocks throb. Rick was pulling her hair, breathing into her face while spreading her legs apart with his knees. He had sunk his prick into her, driving it deeper and deeper into her cunt.
"She says she don't want it, but man, she's hot to trot!" he growled.
Jacki felt her pussy fitting tightly around the broad, hairy base of Rick's cock. Inside her cunt the sensitive, slippery tissues stretched apart to let the throbbing eight inches of prickmeat slip in. At the top of her cunt lips the hard little clit was throbbing madly. That washing, that horrible hosing, had turned her on. Even her hard cum there against the wall hadn't been enough. She needed a prick to feel the fury of a hard cum. And now Rick was providing one for her.
As Rick came to the end of his downstroke, his hairy crotch ground into her nerve-rich clit. Thrills and incredible tremors shot through the teen's cunt and tits. Arching her back, wallowing her shoulder blades against the rags, not caring any more about the hard floor making her muscles ache, Jacki moved her thighs from side to side. How strangely good it felt having the nippled ends of her tits breaking into hardness once more, rubbing against the hairs on the stud's chest.
It was strange how she began to feel toward these three boys. They were her tormentors. They had done everything to hurt her, to humiliate her, to drag her into the mud and degrade her. And yet she felt a strange kind o closeness to them while they crawled over her body. It was something she remembered reading about, something about how during those hijackings and kidnappings how the victims grew close to their tormentors after a while.
She was feeling the same thing. "Ohhhhh..."
"Give it to her good, man," Jack said.
He couldn't wait any longer. He got into the act by crawling down between their spread legs. Lying flat on his belly, he shoved his head up toward the tops of their legs. Reaching up, he pushed her thighs open.
Jacki went wild. She felt fingers down there, fingers where Rick's cock was reaming her out! A hot shiver shot through her cunt. Oh God, she felt his fingers stroking their way up, up, shoving her legs farther apart. As her body stretched open, Rick gave her another shove, burying his cock up to the hilt in her tight cunt.
"Man, gonna blow my nuts with this chick ... ughhhhh!"
His voice made the girl twist madly in his arms. She let out a sharp cry when she felt something warm-oh yes, when she felt a tongue touching her cunt, licking around the stretched underside of her pussy. The tickling sensation made her want to snap her legs together, to trap Jack's head between her thighs. But Rick's body kept her spread wide open.
"Fuck 'er good!"
Rick didn't need any encouragement from his buddy. He began pile driving his cock, the rich, gurgling sounds of his prick slurping through her pussy filling the room, mixing with Jacki's cries. Then Rick slowed down, pulling his ass up, drawing his cock out of her furry pussy-hole.
"Nooooo!" Jacki cried, clawing her fingers on his back. She felt so abandoned, so empty now with his cock out.
She panted, her head thrown back, the cords sticking from her throat. Jacki felt the stretched tissues of her cunt now being licked by that slippery tongue. Once more she tried snapping her legs shut but Jack had his hands pressing outward on her thighs, holding her open for his licking attack.
As the girl struggled against them, Jacki felt her clit being teased by the licking surface. "Yesssss, oh yes, yes," she hissed through her teeth, bouncing her ass heavily against the rag pile. How wonderful it felt having his tongue doing all those marvelous things.
"Shove it to her, man. I'm gonna get her ass again."
Jack pulled out while Rick fitted his swollen cockhead into her cunt and shoved down. His eight inches shoved down into her pussy again. As the slippery tissues curled around his cock, he felt Jacki's fingernails lash against his back.
"Do it, do it!" the girl cried, her voice cracking under the strain of her excitement.
"Go for it, bitch, go for it."
Bobby was above her now, kneeling over face. He was dangling his cock near her mouth, rubbing the head over her nose. Decency, morality, everything in the world exploded, leaving her nothing except the wild desire to have as much sexual stimulation as she could.
Twisting her head around, opening her mouth, the blonde teen swallowed half his cock, gobbling it up hungrily, then working her tongue over and over the ridged underside. Meanwhile Jack had slid up behind her, twisting her hips around slightly and pushing his cock into her sweaty asscrack. Rick adjusted his fucking, never once taking his cock from her cunt.
"Do it, man, ram 'er in the ass! We're gonna triple fuck the bitch ... gonna give'er somethin' to remember us by."
Jacki felt the cock hammering against her throat, felt her mouth coating up with jizz. She didn't care what they were doing to her any more. The wild, fiery sensations between her legs more than made up for any brutality. She twisted around as much as she, could, even making room for the awful man behind her. He was going to fuck her in the ass once more, fuck her ass-hole wide open while Rick was trenching out her cunthole. Wouldn't that hurt her somehow? Who cared? She was having three strong, hard male pricks shoved into her body. She could hear the three men gasping, commenting on her, telling one another how good she felt against their cocks while they kept fucking her. "Ohhhhhh..."
"Yeah, moan for it, slut," Bobby growled, smoothing his fingertips along her skull while leaning forward to get a better angle on her mouth. His balls settled over her nose, rubbing up against her eyes as he began to fuck her throat frantically. The choked, coughing of the young woman sent more chills of lust rushing up and down the men's spine.
"Baby, baby," Rick panted.
"Good, man, she's still wet down there," Jack said, reaching down and checking her ass-hole.
"Then do it, man, shove it in!" Rick said.
Jacki held her breath, wiggling her tongue around the mouth-pummeling cock as she felt that hot, pulpy prickhead shove up against her ass-hole. There wasn't the pain this time as it stretched those wrinkled lips wide apart and slid into her bowels. There was a kind of itchy heat that rushed up and down her asschute. And then, then there was the incredible, lewd feeling of being stuffed at both ends while another cock was cork-screwing down her throat! "Mmmmmmm..."
Jacki was completely covered with men. She felt their legs hunching up against her, felt their cocks filling her, felt their warm, hairy groins tickling her flesh. Jacki went wild, hunching back and forth, her body penetrated fully by cockmeat.
"Give it to 'er, Jack, give it ... ughhhh!" Bobby cried.
"Yeah, man, fuck that shithole ... fuck that ass," Rick moaned, his head thrown back, his eyes closed.
"Shit, she's so fuckin' hot back here she's gonna make me cum ... ughhh ... now!"
Their talk, their filthy words were working her up. She felt her ass and cunt threatening to tear apart while her mouth tasted so salty! Then the girl felt Rick's cock start to jerk around inside her. He was shouting out something, bumping his knees against hers. She knew in a moment he was sending out streamers of his rich, thick cum into her clutching cunthole. Arching her back once more, wiggling her hips as much as she could, clenching down her ass muscles on that pumping cock in her ass, Jacki sailed off into a world of her own of climax. "Ummmmfffff!"
Then cum shot into her mouth, spattering against the back of her throat. Jizz and spit ran down from the corners of her mouth as Bobby's nuts pumped in more and more of the hot, white stuff. At times she thought the young stud was going to fall over her body he was cumming so hard. He kept crying out, shouting as if someone had stabbed him in the throat. How she wished she could bring her arms around him, hold her face closer to his groin as he dumped more and more spunk into her mouth!
"Fuck!"
Now it was Jack's turn, his cum jetting up his thick cum tube and spattering into her ass. He leaned forward, biting the girl's right ear while showering his jizz into her bowels. With each bubbling load he jabbed his tongue deeper and deeper into that ear, nibbling at the lobe, making the girl feel hotter and hotter.
The tremendous orgasms that shot through her body sent her floating away, moaning and sighing as she wiggled between those two hairy bodies. Her pussy jerked in rhythm to the pounding of her clit. Each time she throbbed she felt the long cocks still oozing cum, still hard, still working in her cunt, ass and mouth. Jacki remembered their promise, that she would never forget them. The girl was certain that was true. Not all the psychiatric treatment in the world could make her forget these men and what they had done to her.
"Okay, man, okay, fun time's over. Where the fuck do you live so we can take you home?" Rick asked, pulling his softening cock from her with a slurpy pop and looking down at her ravaged pussy.
* * *
A hour later Betty was alone, Brad having finished his fucking and gone home. She had showered twice, rubbing the sudsy soap over her swollen cunt. He hadn't really hurt her with those awful flames, not really. It had been her fear more than anything else. But still ... still she had to figure out some way to stop him from coming over like that. If Jacki were home....
The thought was too horrible to contemplate now. She'd have to think about that in the morning. Of course, Betty knew she could always try breaking it off, even moving away if she had to. But somehow ... somehow now she just couldn't bring herself to do it.
But she would think of that tomorrow morning, too. Right now she was about to phone the police. Jacki was still missing. Sitting there in the living room, holding the receiver in one hand, Betty gathered the robe modestly around her waist and began dialing the emergency number when she heard a car pull up, stop, then shoot away. At first she thought it was Brad again. But then she heard shuffling footsteps. God, oh God, she knew, just knew they had to be her daughter's!
Putting the receiver back in the cradle, Betty smoothed down her robe and walked calmly to the door. Things would be alright now. There would be no more, worry for the time being. Instinctively Betty knew something was wrong out there. Something had happened to her daughter. She steeled herself, putting her fingers on the lock and opening it. But surely whatever it was it couldn't be as entrapping, as enticing as her problem. No, Jacki couldn't possibly know about the lethal beauty of S & M, about what her mother had fallen into and-and enjoyed!
Think about that later, Betty said to herself, pushing the idea from her mind and starting to open the door. There was her daughter to deal with now. And then...?
