Chapter 4
The door opened, and she looked up, into the face of the big burly man. "C'min here," he said, jerking his finger. Amber didn't move. She felt so exposed, so naked. It didn't matter that they'd already seen her nude, that they'd ravished her with beastly lust and determination. She didn't want to face them again, not this way. "You want this?" he asked, making a fist and flexing it suggestively. Amber rose slowly, one arm hiding her small pointed breasts and their abused pink nipples, her other hand defensively clasping her crotch. She walked up to the man.
Lou was at his desk. There was a cabinet on the wall behind him, and both doors were open. Amber could see a small portable television set on one shelf, and, just below it, what looked like a large reel-to-reel tape machine. What did they want her to do now? Watch a soap opera or a game show with them? She saw a clock on the wall. It was two-thirty-five. My God! she thought. Is it only? Her body ached, especially her cunt. She felt as if the horrible experience had gone on for hours, at least, but no. She and Scott had sneaked away from the rest of the group no more than forty-five minutes ago.
And in that forty-five minutes, she'd been through the most shocking ordeal she could imagine. Caught red handed at theft, mauled and abused and fucked by the two men who awaited her now in the office to which she'd first been brought. Clutching herself modestly, Amber walked in. The big man shut the hallway door behind her.
"Sit down," Lou said. He had her open purse in his lap.
"Sit down," he repeated. Amber sank unwillingly onto a chair directly across the desk from Lou. "Amber Jeannine Houston," he said, holding up her ID card. "Born July 1, 1961. Height five feet, three inches, weight a hundred and ten pounds, eyes blue, hair blonde. Residence, 652 Pogue Street, Waynesburg, P.A. It doesn't mention that you're also a shoplifter. And a hot-assed little slut."
"I'm not," Amber whispered. "I'm sorry I stole the gown, but you hurt me-you shouldn't have. I'm going to tell the police what you did. I'll see you go to jail-" She stopped in terror. Her tongue was running away from her. She shouldn't have said anything about the police. What if Lou pulled out his switchblade now?
"No, I don't think you are," Lou said, grinning. His face was cruel, she decided. Very cruel.
He reached to the television set and flipped it on. Then he did something to the machine underneath. A picture flashed onto the screen. Amber stared in horror, then she covered her mouth.
It was her! The big man holding her, Lou cutting off her underwear, grabbing her tits, sucking them, squeezing them, hurting the nipples with his vicious fingers. She didn't want to look. She closed her eyes. "Open them," Lou said. "I want you to see all of this."
She opened her eyes, and there she was, stripped and spread, Lou thrusting at her with his long stiff prick. She saw the horror in her expression, relived the pain she'd felt when he got his cock in, when he broke her fragile little cherry. Oh, God, she thought, stomach heaving inside her. Lou had jabbed into her, then pulled out, and the color videotape didn't spare her emotions anything. His cock was dripping red, smeared crimson with the blood of her ruptured cherry. She saw it, that long pole, two or three inches of it still jammed into her twat, the rest drawn free, clear, into the camera's angle of vision. The blood. Oh, God, the blood. She groaned when Lou's videotape image thrust again, when her own trapped body shuddered in silent but obvious agony. Oh, thank God there was no sound on the video tape being played for her shame and shock. She couldn't have endured hearing again those screams and cries she had made, for help that would not, could not come.
"I don't want to see any more," she sobbed, tears coming freely now. When she wiped her eyes, the television had been turned off.
"Well?" Lou said. "Do you like seeing yourself on television?" Amber shook her head. She was no longer shielding herself. Modesty seemed hypocritical now, after what she'd been through. He opened her purse again. "You're here with a high school class tour, right?" She nodded. "And let me take a wild guess. You didn't feel like going to the Statue of Liberty with the rest of your friends, so you skipped out on your own."
"Radio City," Amber corrected. "I skipped out on Radio City. With a friend."
"Who wasn't with you when you get nabbed. And nobody knows you're here except you and me and Charley. Right?" So that was the big man's name. He didn't look like a Charley. He looked like a-Kong? Something apish and brutal. Her father's name was Charley, and her father wasn't an animal.
"Okay," Lou said, flashing Charley a smug grin. "Tell me, Amber Jeannine Houston, how would you like for that video tape to be sent to your family, back on good ol' Pogue Street in good ol' Waynesburg PA.? Think they'd enjoy seeing it? Seeing their darling daughter's sweet sixteen fuck party? It's all there. On tape. Forever and ever. You getting it from top and bottom. Your bloody little cherry-popped twat. Your mouth dripping cum. You ass going haywire while Charley puts the meat to you-makes you come, bitch, come! Do you want your parents to get a look at that? You got any kid brothers and sisters? Maybe they'd like to watch too. See how big sister can take on two guys and come her little guts out doing it?"
She was blushing furiously. "No! They'd want to kill you if they saw it!"
"Would they? Let everybody know what had happened to their precious little daughter? That she was a pushover for the first man who came along and knew what she was good for? Think about it. They'd be embarrassed. They'd treat you like a piece of shit, baby. Maybe you're the victim, but in this kind of crime, the victim is guiltier than the criminal. At least where your friends and family are concerned. Hey, kid, they'll be talking about you in little ol' Waynesburg for the next fifty years! Probably isn't a lot of juicy gossip back home, is there? Just imagine all the busy bodies in town spreading your story around."
She felt a sudden freezing chill envelope her nude body as she realized that he was right. Oh, God, he was! Her parents-they'd be angry, but they'd hate her too, because it had happened to their daughter, ruined their family name.
"See?" Lou said easily. He reached across the desk and patted Amber's bare shoulder. She recoiled from his touch. "Charley, go into the stockroom. Get her something to put on. I think she'd look cute in green. Yeah. A green dress. Just something she can wear out of here."
Charley went out. Lou picked up his telephone. Amber watched as he dialed a number and asked for a taxi to be dispatched to the store's address. "Is that for me?" she asked tensely. "I don't understand. Tell me what's going on."
"Simple," Lou said, getting up. He walked around the desk and stood behind Amber. She looked over her shoulders at him, afraid of the man. He put his hands on her shoulders and squeezed the flesh he'd only just been abusing so terribly. "Charley and I have plans for you. It's easy for a girl to just disappear in New York, and that's what you're going to do, Amber Jeannine. Disappear." She started to speak, but he cut her short. "Or you can walk out now. And when you get home, your parents are going to be waiting for you, and they'll know. Everything, baby. You wanna go home to that?" She started to cry again. He grabbed her arm and spun her around, almost jerking her out of the chair.
"One thing, bitch," he said. "You cool it with the tears bit. Because if you don't, I'll cut your fucking eyes out and pimp you off to seeing-eye dogs. Got that? I'm gonna set you up in the most glamorous business there is. Baby, they call it the oldest profession, and it's been around so long, they've worked all the rough edges off it. You do what I tell you, you can have some fun, make some money, and meet a lot of people. A lot of people, baby, and they're all gonna love you, get it?"
Amber shivered, and she was only too afraid that she was beginning to get it. All of it. To me? she thought. Is this really happening to me? Lou's fingers tightened on her shoulder, then slacked and eased down the curve of her bust. He pinched lightly at one of her nipples, squeezing till the pink bud stood up tight and throbbing, and she knew that it really was happening. To her.
The dress was green, a shade Amber didn't care for at all, but it was the only thing she had to wear besides her shoes and stockings, so she put it on gratefully, pretending not to notice Lou and Charley as they eyed her while she dressed. It was a little big, too, but it covered her and that was what mattered.
"Taxi's outside," Charley announced. "C'mon with me." He took Amber's hand. She didn't move. He jerked and she staggered toward him. They marched through the store, Amber following the man who still clutched her hand, and none of the dozens, scores, God, hundreds of shoppers flitting about seemed to notice anything unusual. She wanted to scream, to tell everyone that she was being kidnapped, that this man had already raped her brutally, that he and his friend intended to turn her into a prostitute of some kind, but she was afraid to cry out. Charley was as big as a mountain, a rough man. She'd already found out how rough and vicious he could be and she was terrified of him, of Lou back in the office.
Charley guided her through the door, onto the street. A taxi, yellow and black, was pulled up to the curb. Charley opened the back door and told Amber to get inside. She looked desperately up and down the street, hoping she'd see a policeman or-"SCOTT!" she yelled suddenly, for there he was, maybe forty feet down the sidewalk, leaned up against the side of a building. -Waiting, she thought. Waiting for me! "SCOTT!"
She saw him start at the cry, and he looked right at her, but he wasn't coming to help. Scott, what's wrong? she wondered. Charley shoved her into the back of the taxi. She landed against the far door with a thud that took her breath away, and then the big man was in the cab with her, closing the door behind him. He gave the cabbie an address.
Oh, my God, she thought suddenly. No wonder Scott didn't come! He's looking for a girl in a pink dress, not a girl in a green dress! He heard me and he saw me, but he didn't recognize me! She began to sob as the taxi moved out, nudging its way into the flow of street traffic. Amber stole one last look through the rear window of the cab. Scott was still in the same spot, looking up and down for an Amber who could never come to him-at least, not as the same girl who had left him not quite an hour ago. Dear God, she thought in amazement, I am being abducted on the streets of the largest city in the world and nobody knows.
Charley slid against her. "You're gonna work out just fine, baby," he told the girl in a husky voice. He slipped an arm around Amber, then took one of her hands and put it in his lap. "Feel that?" She could feel it. A big lump, getting bigger each time her fingers slid over it. His cock. Hardening again. Hadn't he gotten enough, fucking her with his tree stump dick, making her come like a beast in spite of the shame, the horror, the degradation? Apparently he hadn't. "C'mon, undo me. Just put your little fingers right here and take hold of the zipper and pull. Now reach inside. Feel that? Big, ain't it? Not as long as Lou's broom handle, maybe, but this is a man's cock. Seven inches of prime steak. But it's starting to feel like pure bone and gristle to me, baby. What do you think? Take it out. C'mon, take it out. Or I'll break your hand off and slap you with it."
"Here?" she asked, scarlet with embarrassment. The taxi moved through the streets slowly, in the midst of a sea of cars and vehicles of every sort. She felt the cab braking, guessed there was a stoplight ahead. A truck slid to a halt beside. Amber looked away from Charley, away from her hand in his pants. The driver of the truck was staring at her, grinning. His driving cab was somewhat higher than the taxi and she realized that the man in the truck could see what she was doing. Amber's eyes lost their direction and courage. She looked down at the floor of the taxi.
"Take it out," Charley said, a little more forcefully. He tightened his fingers on her wrist until her hand seemed to go numb. "And when you take it out, I want you to put your head in my lap and suck my cock. It's good and hard, and it'll fill your cute little mouth. You just keep sucking. If I haven't come by the time we get to where we're going, I'll just tell the cabbie to sit still a minute and you can suck to your heart's content. And when I come in your mouth, bitch, you better not pull any of those barf tricks of yours. You drink my jism and you smack your lips to show me how much you enjoyed drinking it, and you get down on your knees on the sidewalk outside and ask me to please let you have just a little more. Got that?"
"My God," Amber groaned. "I don't believe this!"
He pinched her wrist. Reluctantly, in humiliation, she struggled to get the monstrous thick dong out of Charley's pants. Oh, God, it was an ugly cock, seen in close-up and daylight! Blue veins pulsating up and down its length, some of them corded out like strained muscles. A thick, swollen, totally incredible, large glands capping the meaty shaft. Had that thing actually been inside her cunt? It looked as big as a door knob! She squirmed, her cunt aching furiously with remembered pain. She looked at Charley, eyes misty and tearful. "I can't," she said weakly. "Not here. Just look. The cars-the people on the streets-"
"You've gotta be broken in," Charley said brutally. "When we're finished with you, cunt, you will do goddamn anything. If I tell you to suck off a policeman and his fucking horse, in the middle of Broadway at rush hour, you'll be on your knees gobbling horse dick and strangling on horse cum. Now eat me. And make it good. I want to feel lots of tongue and lots of jaw and plenty of spit, so I don't scratch myself in a dry mouth. Got it?"
She held his cock, looking at the angry stiff thing, wondering if she really could go down on him in this cab in the middle of the day, here, at the center of the bustling city. God, the other drivers moving around them, behind them-they could all see her, she was positive. She felt like an animal. Charley put his hand on the back of her head and pushed it toward his lap.
His cockhead banged her lips and she, recoiled, but not far. Charley was still pushing her down, and down she went. Her lips were jammed tight against the big dick and she could feel his heat and his pecker pulsing.
It wasn't the first time she'd tasted a cock. She had sucked Scott occasionally, but never for very long His mouth on her cunt, he'd never minded. It felt kinda nice to feel the gentle moist tongue sliding around her pussy, all loving and limber, but she was always so fearful he'd lose control and shoot off in her mouth, the way he'd done that one time. But it seemed a little late. Today a man had forced her to suck his cock, suck it until the thick heavy jism literally flooded her mouth. And now, it appeared, she was in for it again. Reluctantly, but with resignation, she took Charley's prick in her fingers and straightened it up. She began to work her tongue up and down his length, fluttering delicately around the sharp edges of his knob's rim.
"Mmmmm," she heard him sigh, and his hands guided her head while she worked on him. "In your mouth now, put it in your mouth. I can't stand you just licking me. Put it in your fucking mouth and suck it."
Amber raised her face a little. She angled Charley's rod toward her lips, parted them, and accepted the thrust that wedged him into her mouth. When he was inside, she started to suck, moving her face up and down as best she could. He wanted lips and cheeks and tongue, and she tried to give him what he wanted. She was afraid to do anything else.
"Oh, eat it, bitch!" Charley growled, his heavy voice growing louder. He bumped upward, momentarily filling her mouth with pecker. Amber breathed in air around the heavy shaft, storing oxygen for the next time he got this kind of urge. She hoped it would be over soon.
"Okay, pal," the cabbie snarled from up front. "None of this kind of bullshit in my cab, you got it? Get your tool back in your pants or get your ass out the fuckin' door."
"Hey, cabbie," Charley said, mirth tingling his voice, "don't take on like that. You wanna try her too? We could pull over someplace, you hop in the back. Better get it now before she turns pro, 'cause this is hundred dollar a trick pussy."
"Okay," the cabbie said, pulling the cab over with a squeal of tires and a clatter of shouts and blowing horns from the cars behind him. "I'm so fuckin' sick of whores and pimps riding with me that I could shit all over your goddamn faces, the both of you. Get out. Now. I don't have to take this crap from no fares."
"Hey, be cool," Charley said. He nudged Amber and she opened her mouth, gladly releasing his stiff cock. Charley squirmed around, putting the pecker back inside his pants. Two or three of the people passing on the sidewalk must have seen his cock sticking out but, like veteran New Yorkers, they must have also decided it was none of their business. Nobody cares, Amber thought. Nobody cares at all. "C'mon, buddy, we're almost there. Drive on, James."
Muttering a curse, the cabbie jagged out into traffic again. Amber was sitting up now, happy that she had been reprieved from this particular piece of humiliation. But the cabbie had called her a whore. She wasn't a whore. She considered telling him, asking for help. Probably he wouldn't help her, though. He'd figure it was none of his business.
The cab halted at another stoplight, and two lanes to the left Amber saw a subway exit. She had to blink three times to make herself believe it. Mrs. Palmer! Leading the way up the stairs, into the sunlight. Trooping behind her, the rest of the Waynesburg excursion group, marching two and three abreast, with Mr. Palmer brining up the rear. She grabbed the door handle, intending to throw herself out of the car and run for the safety of her school friends and the chaperon's, but just as she started to jerk on it, the light changed and the cab took off with a jolt that sent her clanking against Charley. She watched the Waynesburg kids growing smaller and smaller in the distance as the taxi kept going, and then it rounded a turn and she couldn't see them at all.
Charley held Amber's wrist with one hand as he paid the cabbie. They stood on the sidewalk in front of a six-story apartment building on an upper east side street. Amber wasn't sure of the address. She was only sure of the pain in her clamped wrist.
"This way," Charley said as he led her into the building. There was a doorman, in uniform. He seemed to know Charley, and Amber saw the flash of a fifty-dollar bill moving from Charley's hand into the doorman's. The doorman smiled broadly and nodded. "This is Ramon," Charley said to the girl. "If he sees you in the lobby, he gets to catch you and fuck you. Right, Ramon? And tell her what you like to, when you fuck a girl."
The doorman slid back his hat. He had greasy hair and a greasy, not-quite-clean face. Amber suspected she was seeing her first Puerto Rican. "I like to stick it up the asshole," he said with a grin. "Where it is tight and where it makes the girl go, 'AAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH-you KIIIIIILLLLLIIIINNNN' MEEEEEE!" I have big cock and it don't fit most assholes unless I rip them out a little first. Mmmm. Bet you have nice tight asshole, huh, little girl? You wanna get my big cock inside you, let it split you open?"
Amber shivered and shrank back in fear. All New York City was conspired against her, the girl imagined in her terror. "Just so you don't get any ideas about trying to sneak out," Charley said. "This building will be your home till we get you broken to saddle. No matter how long it takes."
He took her up in the elevator, to the top floor. There was one large apartment up here, and its door faced the elevator. Charley rapped on the door and it opened slowly. A girl peeked around, a young girl, Amber noticed, with uncombed hair, wearing a fuzzy blue bathrobe. Her fingers were stained from cigarettes and she wasn't wearing any makeup. "Oh," she said, opening the door wider. "It's you. I wasn't expecting anybody."
"I can see that," Charley announced, dragging Amber into the apartment. He kicked the door shut behind them. "I can see you weren't expecting anybody. You lousy bitch, do you have to go around lookin' like a fucking pig rolling in slop all day?" He let go of Amber, grabbed the other girl, and cuffed her soundly, tilt her pale cheeks were red and she trembled with the need to cry and the fear of doing so.
"This is Amber Jeannine," Charley said. "I don't know what she likes to be called. Me, I call her cunt and bitch and, when I feel romantic, I call her tight little sixteen-year-old pussy. C'mere, pussy. I want you to meet your new roommate. This is Debby. Debby knows the ropes, don't you, Debby?"
Debby nodded nervously. She offered a hand to Amber.
"Fuck that," Charley said, slapping her fingers. "Get on your knees, bitch. No, you, Debby-bitch. Get on your knees and, if you can keep that stringy hair of yours out of your goddamn mouth, suck on me. I had a hell of a hard-on in the cab, but the fucking driver pitched a bitch and I didn't get to work it off. That's it. Unzip me. Pet it from the outside. You know how I like it, don't you, cooze? Now reach inside and take it out. Kiss it. Kiss my cock. Show Amber Jeannine how eager you are to suck up my cum."
"Oooohhh, Charley," Debby cooed on her knees, and her eyes lit up like Christmas decorations. "Let me eat you, baby. Let me roll that big fat tool of yours in my mouth till you plaster cum all over my tonsils. I want to drink your jism, Charley baby, I want to feel it all hot and curdly in my stomach. I want your cum running out my ears! Let me have it, huh, will ya, baby, give it to me, huh, please, please, please?"
Amber was disgusted. The girl acted like a begging puppy in search of table scraps. And she's doing it in front of me! Because he told her to! Doesn't she have any self-respect? Oh, God, Jesus, is that what they want to turn me into? Something like Debby? A slave? A toy? A piece of ass on legs? She turned away.
Charley jerked her around. "Look! And learn!"
Debby took Charley's cock in her mouth. She planted her hands on his thighs and began to move her face back and forth, inch after inch of his thick prong stabbing into her mouth. Her eyes were shut and her lips were sealed tight around him, and she was sucking and gobbling with a passion, making loud noises while she ate. She looked as if eating Charley's dong was suddenly become the most important thing in her life.
"Stop," Charley announced, and Debby jerked her head back. The cock slipped out of her mouth and bumped her in the face. She didn't move, didn't seem to be breathing, as she knelt in anticipation of his next command.
Charley took off his coat and threw it across the room. He pulled his shirt out of his pants and unbuttoned it, and tossed it after the coat. "You," he said, fingering Amber. "Take off my pants. Nice and slow."
She had no real choice. She unbuckled his belt and unfastened his button, then stooped, drawing the pants down Charley's thighs. Naked, he was a disgusting sight. Big, not fat-just big. His shoulders were big, his chest was big, his waist was large. He had a hairier body than Amber could ever have imaged on a man. If she'd seen him like this, stripped to his shorts, she'd have taken him for a gorilla. He had the build of a gorilla, and the body hair of one, too. She tried to imagine that body naked against her own, all that hair rubbing on her. Like sleeping on a fur sheet. No! What a horrible thought!
Charley removed his own shorts, careful not to injure his cock. Naked, he stared at the two girls. "Okay. Both of you. Debby. Get out of that robe. Let's see if you've let your body go to hell like the rest of you has. You too, pussy. Shuck out of that dress and let me refresh myself about your little tits and ass."
Debby stood up. She untied the sash of her robe and let it drop. She wore nothing under it.
Her body was not quite so slender as Amber's-a little heavier around the tits, maybe, and a little more ass, too. She was an inch taller, but her legs seemed rather short in comparison to her torso. Nice legs, though. Debby clutched her tits with one hand, pussy with the other. She was a brunette, top and bottom, with a neat triangle of hair on her cunt. But she wasn't holding herself for modesty's sake. She was clawing at her tits, pinching her own nipples savagely, making them stand up brown and big, and Amber's eyes flickered in disbelief when she saw Debby slink a long, sharp-nailed finger in and out of her pussy, moaning as it sank home in her box.
Naked, Debby appeared very young. With some makeup and her hair combed, she might also be very pretty. Amber looked at the other girl, wondering-can she be much older than I am? She doesn't look eighteen. Oh, God, is she a victim, too?
"Are you waiting for an engraved invitation?" Charley grabbed the front of Amber's green dress and jerked downward. The fabric tore, just as her pink dress had torn in Charley's brutal grasp, and she watched it divide and fall from her. Under the dress she too was naked, except for her shoes and stockings, the only articles of clothing that had survived her rape. But she was getting used to nakedness, by this time. She blushed, but only a little, and she stood with the torn dress at her ankles. "You won't need clothes up her anyway." Charley told her. "Not till you're ready to turn out"
He grabbed Debby's waist and pulled the girl to him. Her round tits crushed against his chest and he held her in a bear hug, squeezing mercilessly. Debby's face went white but she moaned and cooed and chirped and her hands slid up and down Charley's hairy back and shoulders, reaching low to stroke his equally hairy buttocks. She squeezed them, kneading the hard slabs, her fingers sometimes slipping into his crack.
"On your knees," Charley said, releasing her. "Dog-style. The way I like it." Amber knew all about that. She watched as Debby moved into the same position she'd been forced to take not so many minutes ago, in the spy-room at the store.
Debby wiggled her ass as Charley knelt behind her. "Put it in DEEEEEPPPPP-oh, you know how to do it, baby, do it to MEEEEE!"
Charley grabbed her ass with one hand, to steady her. He steered his prong with the other, right into her crack. He pushed for a moment, and then Amber saw the hard cock shove its way up Debby's pussy, burying itself in one hard stroke. Debby panted and gasped, and she started gyrating her butt again. Charley fed her his tool, slicking in and out, panting a little himself as the passion crept upon him. His eyes were closed and his head thrown back, and he seemed to be in seventh heaven, fucking Debby from the rear. Amber stood watching, thankful only that someone else was getting it, and not her.
"Jiggle it, bitch, jiggle it for Big Daddy!"
"Yeah, fuck me, baby, oooohhhhh, Charley baby, fuck meeee. Oh, wow, I like it best with you, baby-none of the others have a cock like that pipe of yours! It feels like you're tearing my pussy apart, but I love it, Jesus, I love it, give it to me!"
Charley opened his eyes and stared at Amber, where she stood watching the disgusting scene. He lifted his hand and wiggled his index finger. "Come here," that gesture said. She knew better than to disobey. She came toward him.
He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her even closer. His head dipped low, into her crotch, and before she could work free, he was gripping her pussy with his teeth.
"Oh, God, Jesus," she shouted tightly, afraid to display too much of the pain she felt as his teeth dug into her tender cuntal flesh. He let go and grinned.
"Down on the floor," he said. "On your back. Knees up. Yeah. Spread 'em. Make that pussy split open all by itself. Natural blonde, if you call that blonde hair down around your crack. Nothing sweeter, is there, Debby?"
"Mine," she yipped. "Mine's sweeter than anything! Mine!"
"Fuck you," he laughed, reaming her again. She moaned to receive it. He pointed at Amber. "Start in," he told her. "Use your hands on it. Fuck yourself with your fingers. Tickle your clit. Get your juices running all hot and sticky. I'm gonna fuck you again, and it won't be long. I want you wet and ready for this big dick of mine."