Chapter 5
Reluctantly, slowly, Amber put her hands between her legs. She masturbated a lot, but she'd never done it in front of anyone before. Not even Scott. They always did it for each other. That made a lot of difference. So did the love they shared back and forth. She knew now, having tasted the opposite emotions, that it really was love she felt for Scott, but it was far too late for that to matter. Amber touched her pussy, already slightly agape through the wide split of her legs. The tips of her fingers rubbed up and down the puffy, hair-covered mound, sliding and rubbing until she felt her pussy flesh grow warm and slightly tingling to the touch. She took a deep breath and kept on rubbing.
"Stick your fingers in and out. You saw how Debby was doing. Make your pussy hurt, make it cry. When I fuck you, I want your cunt wet enough to drown a dog in. Tickle it. Get your clit. Grind, baby, grind. Debby, you bitch, you get worse every time I fuck you. One of these days I'm gonna sell you to a dog food factory."
"Ohhhh nooooo!" Debby moaned. "I want to stay here and fuck you all the time. There! Feel it? I'm gonna come, Charley. My pussy is tightening up all around you. Stroke me, make me come, Charley, make me come all over your sweet cock and then I'll suck it off for you, get you all nice and clean. Hurry!"
"Fuck you," Charley growled, jerking his cock out of Debby. She humped twice, but her ass was humping against nothing. With a groan she fell onto her belly on the floor. One of her hands was under her body. Amber looked into Debby's crotch and saw that the girl was rapidly fingering herself where she lay, giggling and panting with each stroke.
Her own fingers began to move faster. She was feeling the rush of excitement in her pussy, and she could almost deceive herself with the idea that everything would be all right. Her clit swelled with growing arousal and her fingers moved slickly in her dampening vagina. Charley was correct about one thing. She had been reamed out by his cock. Two fingers moving simultaneously in her cunt didn't hurt nearly as much as they would have yesterday. Amber closed her eyes and kept on diddling herself. She tried to seal out everything else that was happening in the room.
She couldn't. Charley was no longer fucking Debby, but he still sported a ferocious hard-on. She should have guessed that he would do something with it. While her eyes were still closed, she discovered what that something was.
"Lift your head." Charley didn't wait for her to do it-he grabbed her by the hair and jerked her up. Amber moaned-it felt as if he were ripping her hair out by the roots-but she tried to sit up a little and keep the fingers busy in her cunt.
Something with a strange, musky aroma was close to her face. She could smell it. Amber opened her eyes. It was Charley's cock, still hard, still red, still gigantic-knobbed. The length of him was slick, coated in a greasy-looking, oily substance which must be responsible for the smell. Oh, God, he'd been fucking Debby. It must be the juice and tang of her pussy coating his rod.
"Suck it," Charley said. "But don't suck it off."
She knew too well that when Charley made a request, she had no choice but to obey. Amber opened her mouth and shut her eyes and he thrust into her. "This makes you a cuntlapper by proxy," he said, chuckling. "How do you like the taste of Debby's twat? You talk to her real nice, maybe she'll let you eat it. When you don't have anything better to do. Suck hard, now. Really get that tongue working on me. Yeah. Give me a bath with your tongue. Lots of spit. Keep me all wet. Swallow some of it. You're washing off Debby's pussy juice. Get your throat full of it, too. You gonna throw up on her cum?"
He worked his pecker in and out several times, going very deeply, pushing until it felt as if all his rod were in her mouth. She tried to pinch off the back of her oral cavern, to prevent him from getting there, but he had ways. Mostly, he thrust hard, breaking her resistance and going where he wanted, and Amber could only gag and go along with his wishes.
She heard Debby break into a series of chirping little cries and whimpers that could only be the onrush of an orgasm. Jesus, she was getting there too! Despite the shame and horror of being raped orally, she was doing magical things to her pussy with her fingers, and there was delicious sense of tightness ready to burst, down there in her honey hole.
Charley reached down her belly, knocked her fingers out of the way. His middle finger plunged into Amber's cunt, and she squirmed, impaled by the big digit. "Nice and ready," he said. "Let go. I'm gonna fuck you too. I could fuck a hundred more tight little pussies like you and Debby this afternoon, but you two are all I have time for."
His cock emerged from her mouth, frothy with her saliva. She swallowed hard. The taste hadn't been so bad as that first time, when Lou made her suck his cock while it was red and smeared with her virgin blood. Maybe it was the addition of Debby's juice contribution. There had been a strange tastiness fluttering through her mouth while Charley's cock was inside-it wasn't like the flavor of him in the cab, on their way over. She wasn't sure.
Charley mounted her from above, disregarding his professedly favorite position. She looked up at him while he was guiding his cock into her, and his eyes were glazing. A hundred more women this afternoon? she thought. You're gonna be doing good to get it up me, you asshole! The secret reflection gave her incredible pleasure. He poked through the tight mouth, penetrating her resistant but wet labia, and he moved into her. She grunted when his cock rode home in her belly, for it was still thick and almost unbearably insistent, but her pussy yielded just enough and she wasn't in agony, the way she had been earlier with him. He moved inside her, back and forth a few times, exploiting the lubricants she'd fingered from her pussy walls.
"I can feel it," he said. "You're all hot and bothered. You're gonna come like a river all around me, aren't you, cunt?"
"Oh, yes, Charley baby," she wailed, writhing beneath him. Well, it was a lie. Mostly. She'd stirred herself with masturbation. His cock was finishing the job. But she also knew what he expected her to say, and so she said it.
"FUCK MEEEEE!" Amber screamed suddenly, raising her knees and pinching them in on his thighs. Her pussy tightened on him, and he really felt enormous now. She squeezed again, and there was that same treacherous burst of pleasure she'd known at the store. Well, if she came, she came. Soon enough, she'd be free of this trap, on her way to the police. After the degradation Lou and Charley had put her through, she knew she could endure anything her parents or the neighbors at home might give her.
She screamed again, shrilling her cry to make him quiver with delight, and he started fucking in and out fast. She moved beneath Charley, shifting her body around. Dry humping with Scott had taught her that bodies were more fun when they moved a little, and she moved unconsciously. The better it felt, the more she moved and the less thought she gave it.
"Nowwwww!" Charley grunted, and he shot off inside her, his cock bucking as it fed her pussy fat spoonfuls of jism. Amber felt him jerk inside her, and her belly started to jerk, too. She lunged upward at the huge man topping her, and she couldn't move him off her body, but she didn't care. Her pussy exploded in a torrent of joyous contractions and ripples, and she was dripping wet inside, from his jism and her own.
"Screw it into me," she moaned, "fill me up with cum!"
"Take it, bitch-pussy, take it, take it!" And he fell upon her heavily, crushing Amber, squirting the last gusher of his jizz into her sucking tube.
He was heavy upon Amber, and he lay there, shuddering mightily as his cock finished unloading. It stayed in her a minute or two, nearly as stiff and rigid as when it was at full erection, but she felt him begin to shrink and, within a few heartbeats, his prick was totally limp in her pussy.
Charley rolled off the girl but she didn't move. Instead she put a hand in her crotch and tested herself. No, the flesh hadn't been ripped by his big dong. She was sore, yes, but not so sore as she'd been during her rape and just after. And she'd come again. There was no mistaking that fact.
Oh! Her clit felt raw and tender. She touched herself again. Not so bad, she decided, feeling the electric spurts of arousal shoot through her body once more. Amber closed her eyes and rubbed herself. Sweat formed in her armpits and at the backs of her knees. She tensed her feet on the floor, knees high, and she frigged her clit once more. Another orgasm raced through her pussy, leaving her numb and breathless in its wake. Somehow, she was afraid, she really COULD learn to enjoy this. Maybe. Sort of. Oh, Jesus! Her cunt twitched against her fingers, and a sloppy flow of cum-his and hers, leftover from the last fuck-came oozing out, making her cunt feel slimy.
Amber eased back, her legs straightening out. Charley grabbed her hand and she opened her eyes. He was guiding the fingers to her mouth. "Lick them dry," he commanded. "I want to see you eat the cum off your fingers."
Amber shivered, but he was quickly twisting her hand back and she couldn't make him stop. The fingers touched her mouth and she blushed, but she managed to open her lips and take them inside. God, the taste! Her nose and stomach twitched in dread, but as Charley watched she started to suck the juices off her fingers.
Somehow she managed to swallow the fluid she'd rolled around her mouth. It went down with a hard gulp and she lay on her back waiting for the sense of nausea to hit. After a few moments she realized that there wasn't a sickness in her belly. She had eaten globby drops of cum and she was keeping them down. Was that progression or regression? Amber didn't know. She looked at Charley, who was smug-faced.
"Lot better," he said. "Next time I'll dump it all in your hot little mouth and let you find out how good real man's cum tastes when you get it fresh from the nipple. What time is it? Holy shit, three-thirty? I've gotta get back to the store. Debby, you cunt! Get off your lazy ass and come over here. This pussy is your new roommate. I'm giving you a week to teach her the ropes. A week, hear me? If you fuck up, your ass is grass and I'm the lawn mower. You might as well get started now. Clean her up. Inside and out. If she doesn't know how to douche herself, show her. Or maybe you'd rather eat the jizz out of her. Would you like that? Sure you would. You'd fuck a pig if I told you to, wouldn't you, cunt?"
"And I'd do a real good job of it, too," she said sincerely. "Oh, don't worry, Charley, honey. By the time I finish with her, she'll be the second-best girl in the trade. Next to me."
Charley stopped putting on his shirt long enough to reach out and pinch the end of Debby's nearest tit. She squealed as he twisted her nipple back and forth. "Don't get a swelled pussy," he told the girl. "You're a piece of shit. Nothing else. I own you, and I tell you what to do. Say it."
"I'm a piece-a piece of SHIT!" Debby agreed, moving up and down on her toes as Charley kept squeezing and abusing her nipple. Charley let go and she settled down hesitantly. "Look how stiff it is," she said proudly, cupping the breast from beneath. The nipple, hard and sore, pointed out vividly. But she seemed eager for more of the same. Her face was flushed and her tits jiggled.
My God, Amber thought-is that what I'm supposed to become? Is that what they've kidnapped me for? Now, she feared, she was on the verge of really being sick. I have got to get out of this! she told herself.
Charley got into his pants and shirt, picked up his jacket. "We'll be back," he told Amber. "Me and Lou. And well be expecting to see a lot of improvement. You can go places, but you're gonna have to work, and you're gonna have to be good. Debby, you know the score. She stays here with you. All the time. You go out for anything, you fuckin' lock her in the place. If she gets to the lobby by herself, Ramon will take care of her-but if that happens, your ass goes to the cleaners, too. Got it?"
"Mmmm-hmmm," Debby nodded. "I know what I'm supposed to do, baby. I've been through it all. And you see how good I turned out. Oh, Charley, don't stay away so long. You almost never come to see me anymore, and I miss you. Hurry back, huh?" She let him fondle her naked body at the door, and then Charley went out. Debby locked up behind him, with a knob lock, a bolt, and a pin-and-chain. She turned to Amber.
"Jesus Christ, Rebecca, where did they find you, Sunnybrook Farm?"
"Amber," the girl replied. "Amber Houston. I'm from Pennsylvania, but they got me-" She began to explain hesitantly, with a lot of blushes and stammers. Debby cut her off in the middle of a sentence.
"I know it by heart," she said. "I went through the same fucking thing. About nine months ago. Came up from Wilmington with a couple of girlfriends. We'd just finished high school, thought we'd look for romantic glamorous jobs in the big city. Take a look at mine."
"Can things like this really happen?" Amber asked. "My God, it's 1977. We have the Constitution-"
"WE don't," Debby said flatly. "We are property. I suppose they showed you the videotape of your performance and threatened to send it to your parents?" Amber nodded. "Standard procedure. But it works. My parents would have shit if they'd seen the tape of me. God, those guys used me for a urinal! Came all over my face, pissed on me-ugggghhhh. Lou still has the tape. He likes to run it for me every month or so, as a reminder."
"There's a lot I don't understand." Amber said.
"It's simple. First, they run security for the store. They get their jollies watching women in the changing rooms, first of all." Amber remembered the big-titted girl who'd stripped at one of the two-way mirrors. "Second, they're on the lookout for shoplifters. Shoplifting is big business, in case you didn't know it. I sure know! As I understand it, Lou and Charley have two or three different options for shoplifters they catch-none of them sanctioned by the store, but what does the store know? Lou and Charley run Security. They can just ring for the cops, which they do, if the woman doesn't turn them on, or if it's a man by some freaky mischance. It's mostly women who steal in stores, but I have no idea why. Other women, they just strip down-searching, they call it-maybe feel her up, stick a finger up her hole to see if she's stashed anything there, give her a rough time in general-maybe even offer to let her trade a blowjob or a hot piece for dropping of the charges against her. That works with women who have some stake in society-doctors' wives, family connections, whatever. What they're really on the lookout for is young stuff-out-of-towners, especially. Dumb chicks from small towns in hick country. Like you and me."
"I mean, you were cherry as a pie for them. You and your boyfriend sneaked off from the rest of your group, and nobody knew where you were except each other, and he couldn't be sure. I mean, you were supposed to ball him, right? What if he figured, Jeez, Amber's got cold feet. She chickened out, must have run off to catch up with the others. Until everybody got together and counted noses, he wouldn't even be certain you were missing. And it's already too late to find you."
"Face it, kid. You fell for a dumb but effective ploy. They showed you the movies, offered to show them to your family and friends, ruin you even if you were the victim. They asked me if I'd like to have selected shots printed up in a special issue of a porno magazine that would only be sold in Wilmington. Sure, it would be bad, but you could live it down. But now you're here, and by the time it's possible for you to get out, you'll be so dirty you won't want to. Like me. I'm allowed to leave the building, go anywhere within reason. I could hop down to Grand Central and buy a bus ticket home. I even have the money. But I can't do it."
"Why not?"
"Don't you know what you're going to be? A hustler, baby. Call girls, almost. Expensive stuff. Young, fresh, tight-a hundred a trick, three hundred to stay all night and revel in our moist smooth flesh. Lou and Charley are security cops, but it's only a sideline. They're mainly pimps. All over town. They must have twenty, maybe thirty girls stashed here and there, none of them over twenty-one, all of them recruited just the way they got us. We're so easy to make disappear. Strangers in town, nobody knows us, nobody noticed where we went. When we vanish, it's into hooker bedrooms. And when we come out, we're whores."
"Not me," Amber said defiantly. "I'm gonna run away as soon as I can. You're so right-I mean, what can they do to me, once I'm home?"
Debby walked over to Amber while the younger girl was speaking. She looked at Amber a moment, then raised one hand and belted Amber hard, across the mouth. Amber bit her lip and tasted salty blood. Her eyes filled with tears of surprise.
"You'll shit solid gold, too," Debby said. "You try to skip out, and guess who gets into trouble, baby? Me. And I've been in trouble before. Do you know how I learned to walk the line? Starting out, I was a smart-ass, like you, ready to run. And they caught me-that grease-ball P.R. doorman did, and he called the big wheels. Well-first Ramon screwed me. He likes to do it up your ass, and he's big and he hurts like hell if you've never done it before. Jesus, he hurts like hell no matter how many times you've been corn-holed! The next day I was taken downtown, to a shitty photographic studio. The make movies there, the kind they show in arcades or sell under the counter at porno shops-the really sleezy stuff, not just films of fucking or sucking. I spent two days in front of the cameras, fourteen-hour days. The first day I must have gotten it from eight or ten different guys. In every combination you can think of. I was on my back for hours. Most of them gave it to me up the ass, for some reason I still don't understand-maybe the director just had a quota of backdoor movies. Oh, Jesus, it almost ruined me. I had two cocks in my cunt at the same time-big cocks, too, baby. They ripped me. I had to have stitches. They shit on me, they pissed on me, I had to drink piss, lick shit-" She hugged herself, shaking her head quickly as if that would knock the memories loose.
"The second day it was worse. I fucked dogs." She turned away. "You can buy some of the movies down on 42nd, if you check out some of the really crappy smut shops. Lou brought a few over one night and screened them for me. 'Get the idea, bitch?' he told me. Well, I got the idea, and I'm not rocking the boat. When Lou or Charley says shit, baby, Debby Fazio squats. And strains. You try any dumb tricks, you're gonna get it. From them. And from me. If I get my ass kicked on your account, yours gets kicked, too. Into the fuckin' hand basket they always talk about. I promise."