Chapter 3
When she opened her eyes again, she was lying on the floor, on her back. Still naked, except for shoes and stockings, and, as consciousness returned slowly, there was the sudden awareness of a continuing sharp pain in her cunt. She looked down, understood that the slender man was still fucking her, this time from above, his big friend holding Amber's legs around the rapist's.
"No, no! Oh, God, stopppppp!" she moaned. It was too much to come awake and find that it was still going on.
"Sleeping Beauty has been revived," the slender man chortled. "All it took was a sharp prick in the right place." He swiveled his cock into her several more times, each stroke bringing the sharp pointed end of him into contact with the tip of Amber's uterus. She grimaced and groaned in pain, and at least one of the strokes, she was positive, actually carried his pecker point into her womb. "Oh, my Godddddd!" Over his shoulder she saw that the camera's red light was still on, and she felt heartsick and ashamed to think of what horrid sights that impassive lens must have been focused on since this atrocity began.
Worse was to come.
The slender man extracted his rod from Amber's bloody twat. She moaned in relief when he was no longer inside her, but the relief was no more than fool's gold. Her legs uncurled from around his, and he stood up, his red cock-red with her virginal blood, clotted spots up and down his slick length-still rigid with lust. He straddled her, looming high above Amber, and then he settled down, slowly. "No, please," she whimpered as he squatted above her little breasts.
"Face the music, cunt," he said. "I'm gonna blow off in your mouth. Open wide and say, ahhhh-open, goddamn it!" and he slapped her alongside the jaw. More pain. Would the pain never end? She looked up. "Kiss it." He rubbed his cock back and forth along her lips. She could taste the blood, could smell it. Revulsion. Pain and revulsion. "Open up, or I'll bust you again." She opened up. "Now suck," he said, sticking his cock into her mouth. "And suck good-I know you can't get much of me down your throat, but you'll learn. Close your lips. Make them tight on me. I like a tight mouth as much as I like a tight pussy, and, baby, yours was so sweet and tight-it was all I could do to keep from coming in you. But I wanted to save it for your mouth. Now use that mouth for something besides complaining, and suck me. Suck me! SUCK ME, goddamn YOU!"
The taste was bitter and hideous, coated as he was with the blood of her maidenhead, but she was afraid to do anything except suck. Slowly, Amber got the message. She started to use her tongue on him, and her cheeks, and she heard him sigh in gratification.
"Ahhh, that's better." He pulled a few inches of dick out of her mouth and she could breathe again. She began to suck him. Pretend, she thought. Pretend it's Scott you're sucking. You've done that before. This really isn't any different if you just pretend.
"Here it comes, bitch," she heard him growl deep in his throat, the same kind of sound Scott often made before his cock erupted in her hand. But the cock wasn't in her hand-it was in her mouth. Cum in her mouth made her sick-she'd have to barf-God, no!
And her mouth was suddenly full of hot sticky cum, squirt after squirt. She couldn't swallow it. The cum began to ooze from her lips as the slender man kept on squirting. She counted eleven separate ejaculations. Jesus, wouldn't he ever stop?
"Drink it, bitch!" he said savagely. "Don't waste it! When I come in a woman's mouth, she fucking drinks it!" and he thrust himself into her, deeply, the way he'd done before. Her throat opened unwillingly, and all the cum that hadn't leaked from her mouth went gushing down her gullet. Amber began to choke and cough, but it was too late. The semen was floating down her tubes, straight for her stomach, and she knew what would happen when it got there.
He pulled himself from her mouth slowly, and he wiped his dick drippings on her face, in her fluffy hair. She could smell cum all over her, a foul, sick-making odor. She felt her gorge rising as she lay there, and she made a gagging sound.
The slender man got off her. He tucked his cock back inside his pants. "Whadda ya know," he told his friend, "we luck out and get ourselves a fucking virgin. Well, go to her. You've waited long enough."
"No," Amber moaned, sitting up. She was a few seconds away from vomiting, and she rubbed her belly helplessly. The big man was standing there with his pants down and an incredible-looking rod jutting forth-thick and gnarly, with a curious bend in it. He wasn't as long-peckered as the slender man, but he made up for it in thickness. His cock reminded her a great deal of a tree stump, twisted by nature, stumpy and evil-looking.
She turned away, and it came rushing up her throat. She vomited until her body was shaking like a leaf in a storm, till her stomach was empty, and then she lay on her side panting, nostrils full of the smell of puke. Somehow, she thought, it was even worse than the cum-aroma that had permeated her a few moments ago.
"Jesus, what a mess!" the big man grumbled. "Look at that fuckin' little pig, what she's done."
"Well, if her belly is empty, why don't you fill it up for her again, old friend? You know how to do that, don't you?"
"Goddamn right," the big man said. He grabbed Amber, jerked her into sitting position. "Shit," he said, "she smells like a sewer."
"You're supposed to fuck her face, not kiss it," the slender man pointed out. "Let me get another camera into position. I think that one's out of tape. Christ, I hope it got that cum shot! Ready? Well, put the blocks to her."
"Turn over. On your belly, you little bitch. I want to give it to you the way the doggies do it."
"Don't stick that thing up her ass," the slender man counseled. "You'll rupture the slut, and that's the last thing we need."
"Yeah," the other agreed. He finished the job of flipping Amber over. His finger crept into the crack of her ass, and he toyed with the tiny anal opening. "Mmmmm, Jesus, but it feels so tight and sweet. Once she gets broken in, I want that hole milking my dick."
"You'll have it. Promise. But first we've gotta break her in, don't we? So why don't you do your duty? The camera's running, and we don't need to waste any tape."
"Damn straight, Lou." Amber was floating in a faraway haze, but she caught the name. It was the first time either of them had addressed the other by name.
"Oh, my God, no," she moaned, but it was all she could do. The big man pinned her, with one beefy arm laid across her spine. He eased into the splay of her thighs and rammed the head of his thick, stubby cock against her violated cunt. She felt a new kind of pain now. The slender man had busted her, but his cock was thin. This rod was like a barrel, and her pussy could never stretch far enough to get it in. She tried to tell him, but he just leaned a little harder on her spine and she dreamed that she heard a sharp snapping sound. Was it a dream? She seemed to have no feeling from the shoulders down.
"OWWWWW!" She could feel down there, and she could feel every inch of his rod as it struggled to make penetration of her only just deflowered snatch. Her body writhed and twisted helplessly, but she was due for a second fucking and the man was determined that she would get it. He rammed against her tightness, his finger poking in to help split the snug pussy mouth a little wider, and slowly, agonizingly, he began to make entrance.
"Oh, Jesus, save me," she husked, and her eyes rolled in their sockets. Her pussy was on fire. Her eyes were melting. Smoke seemed to be issuing from her lips as she gasped and moaned her pain and her humiliation.
He slipped into her, finally, all of him-she could feel his loins rubbing her ass, his balls swinging in the forest of her pussy hair, and he was immense, ghastly, in her cunt. She couldn't breathe now, full of him. Could it get any worse? God, could it?
It could! He began to move in and out, slowly at first because she was so bloody tight, but with a growing swiftness that amazed her. How could it be happening? He ought to be wedged in her dry hole, immobilized.
"Oh, my God," she said in horror when she realized the truth. Her pussy was dripping wet. It's the blood, she tried to rationalize. He's juicing himself in my blood.
But he couldn't be. Not unless Lou's slender cock really had pierced a major artery. In which case she'd have bled to death by now.
No. It was her pussy. She writhed beneath the big man's fucking attack, and she concentrated on her own body responses. Yes. She could feel it. Lubricant juices, seeping through the walls of her cunt, the way they did when Scott played with her, licked her, the way her pussy greased when she fondled it with her fingers. She was responding.
"Ohhhhh," she said, a breathless little cry. The juices flowing in her were getting hot. The walls of her pussy were heating up, temperature increasing with each additional plunge the big man's cock made up her chute. She squirmed, but she knew that it wasn't quite a squirm of discomfort. Her cunt was taking the initiative now, out racing her mind and her heart, and she couldn't stop it.
"Please," she said softly, and then she began to move even more vigorously, bottom wiggling and twisting each time he fed it full of his thick, gnarly cock.
"She's starting to get the idea," the big man sneered. "C'mon, kid, shake that ass. Give me my money's worth. Hot damn, that's it! Swing it! Suck me up your pussy! Here-I'll just hold still, let you do it for a minute-isn't that fun? Do you like it? Am I getting you where you live?"
"N-n-no!" she whined, but she couldn't make her ass stop moving. He was true to his word-he simply lay upon her, cock inserted. And she was humping beneath him, her cunt amateurish still but picking up more and more expertise with each additional movement. She was actually sheathing and unsheathing his rod in her shamed pussy, she was actually fucking him!
"Great," Lou said from behind them. "Absofuckinglutely great. Give it to her. Make her come. I bet she's boiling in that tight little snatch right now."
"It ain't gonna be so tight when I'm finished with it," she heard the big man say. "She'll be able to take on a real man now." Amber kept moving under him. She blushed with humiliation, but she could not he still. "Good," he told her, reaching under to squeeze one of her delicate little breasts. The nipple throbbed in his big fingers and Amber moaned in true despair. "Now let me show you a couple more things."
And with that, he resumed his lead. She was still moving, but so was he, and his cock sawed into her with a relentless forcefulness, the strokes rhythmic and steady, pushing up Amber's hole at strange, exciting angles that had more and more pussy grease flowing in her cooze each time he varied his attack. She closed her eyes in total abject surrender and allowed it to hit her.
"Ohhhhh, I'm coming!" the cry was weak, reluctant, but the spasms which rippled through her cunt were not, and the big man thrust eagerly into them.
"Take it, bitch, take it! I've made you cream, and now you're gonna make me cream! Swing you little ass! Keep those muscles snapping! Christ, she's got a mousetrap in there! Feels like she's gonna break my tool in half! Let me get it up you, baby, all the way up you!"
And he was pumping into her, savagely, his cock erupting deep within Amber's snatch. She could feel it gushing salvo after salvo of jism up her sex tube, and she remembered sadly that she'd gotten separated from Scott only because she sent him to buy rubbers so this wouldn't happen with them. He was spilling his seed into her unprotected pussy-she could get knocked up.
Amber's pussy ate his cock, sucked it dry of jism, snapped and rippled along the thick, twat-splitting length of him as if it were gluttonously urging him to shoot even more of the greasy stuff into her body.
The big man's cock went soft in her and slithered out lazily, and her pussy twitches finally slowed down, and she lay there on the floor as he got up. She'd already been sick once. She had nothing left to vomit. Not even her pride. It had flowed through her pussy and now clotted, with the big man's leaked out cum, in her little thatch of dark blonde pubic hair. Amber tried to weep, for herself and her degradation, but she couldn't even find a tear left to cry out. She lay on the floor sobbing, little fists thumping pathetically, making mute sounds as they hit the carpet.
"She'll do," the big man said, behind her, above her. "She'll do."
"I think so," Lou agreed. "Here." He threw Amber's ripped dress and slashed underwear at her. "Clean up the mess you made over there on the floor. And be quick about it. We have places to go, you and me."
Amber got up, onto her knees. She picked up the torn clothes, stared dismally at the torn ruin of her pink dress-she'd gotten it especially for this trip-how would she EVER explain to her mother what had happened to it, what had happened to her?
She looked up, at the peek windows that voyeured into the changing rooms, and she received the shock of her young life. An old woman, a grandmotherly type, plump with long silky pure white hair, was in Amber's view, and the woman's liquid blue eyes seemed to be staring right at the naked, violated young girl kneeling on the floor. Amber gave a sharp cry of panic, but the old lady merely touched her own lips with the back of a finger. She was only checking her lipstick! Oh, God, the old lady had no idea what lay on the other side of the sound-proofed wall, what had just gone on in here. Amber was alone in the narrow room, the videotape cameras still pointed down at her slim, shattered figure. No one knew, no one cared. And what might happen next? The police? Could they send her to jail?
"I won't let them," Amber said. "They hit me, they threatened me, they raped me. That's a lot worse than stealing." She looked at the torn pink dress in her hand, then at the puddle of vomit on the floor. Sighing, she began to mop it up as she'd been told to do.