Chapter 8
She tried to break free, but he yanked on her arm and Amber went stumbling toward Ramon, her lungs afire with dread and fear. Seen up close, he was even greasier than he had seemed at that brief meeting this afternoon, but she could remember, all too clearly, what he'd said then, what Debby had told her about the man and his sexual interests. Fucking assholes-that was his game, he had announced proudly, with confirmation from Debby. And Charley had promised him Amber, if she tried to run away and he stopped her.
Cringing, she said, "Let go! I have to-"
"You gotta shit!" Ramon barked, snapping his wrist and spinning her against him. He caught her with one hand on the ass and he pulled her tightly into his forced embrace. Her tits trembled under the sweater, and his eyes brightened.
"Mmmmm, nice," he said throatily. "And since I caught you before you could get out the door, you know what that makes me?" Amber shook her head. He leaned in close, pushed aside her fluffy blonde hair and whispered into one throbbing ear. "It makes me the stud that's gonna fuck your little asshole, bitch. Fuck it till you fuckin' can't run away no more! You gonna need a fuckin' doctor just to get you back on your feet, when I'm done with you."
He slipped his hand under, the loose sweater, worked it upward and around, and closed his fist over one of her unhaltered breasts. She moaned, and she tried to scream, but her throat was too tight and constricted. It came out as a gasp, high-pitched but almost inaudible even to Amber. Ramon squeezed her tit, slipping his other hand down onto her ass. He pinched her there, pinched her through the borrowed slacks. She was bare under them, too, and she could feel him so vividly, so painfully.
"Confess, Mama," he whispered. "You can tell Ramon the truth. You tried to sneak away just so you could go a couple rounds with me? Oh, come on, bitch, don't lie. You knew fuckin' well that I'm the doorman, that I watch this door, that you couldn't sneak your ass past me. You wanted to get caught, huh?"
Wanted to get caught? Christ! She'd been so excited at her last minute reprieve that she'd forgotten all about Ramon. Until he grabbed her shoulder.
"Oh, baby, Charley promised me a crack at you, but I didn't think you'd give it to me so soon. C'mon, in here," and he led her toward a small door that opened just inside the lobby.
"No, you don't understand," Amber protested, dragging her feet. "Lou and Charley-they've been arrested by the police. It's all over. They can't make me stay here now, and you can't either!"
"Don' know nothin' bout no stinking police," Ramon grinned. "All I know is, Charley promised me your ass and I'm gon' take it." He opened the door and shoved Amber into the darkness. Reaching in, he flipped on a light, then slammed the door behind him.
It was a small room, like a monk's cell, with brooms and mops and snow shovels along the walls, a small table in the middle playing cards strewn here and there on its formica top. There was a single naked bulb over the table, and she could smell whiskey and cigarette smoke, both stale, hanging in the air.
Ramon tilted the table and the cards spilled to the floor. "Get me started," he said. "I could get hard just rubbing up against you, bitch, but you might as well do a little of the work, too. On your knees." He planted his ass on the edge of the table, legs spread wide. Amber hesitated, so he backhanded her across the cheek, then wrenched her wrist. Reluctantly she moved down, slowly, onto her knees. "Suck my cock. And suck it nice. Charley says you got a lot to learn about eating peter. Maybe I give you a few lessons, huh?"
There seemed no way out of it. Amber reached up with her single free hand. She unzipped Ramon's trousers, pushed the skirt of his uniform jacket out of the way. His cock was limp and she had no trouble getting it out.
Despite his boasts at their first meeting, she saw nothing exciting or overly developed about his rod. It was a tiny shrivel of limp meat and her fingers rolled it easily. "Well, don't just sit there. Suck it," he told her. "I wanna get hard. And when I do, I'm gonna shove my cock up your tight pink asshole, bitch. You gon' feel like you shittin', the wrong way."
"You're disgusting," she said. "Debby was right. I think you are a grease-ball. And probably a faggot, too."
He grabbed a handful of hair and pulled till Amber's eyes became salty and wet with tears. "Don' talk, cunt! Use that mouth the way God meant you to use it-eating my prick."
She lifted a little, and her lips touched the soft stub of Ramon's dick. There seemed no way around it. If only she could get this over with and then find some way to get out of the building before the police arrived. Debby was sure they would be here, and soon. Oh, God, she thought, I can fake my way through it, but only if I get back to the hotel now. I can He to Mrs. Palmer-tell her just what Debby told me to say-but not if the police catch me. She stuck out her tongue and started licking, swiftly, desperately. His cock began to stiffen against her tongue, in the grip of her thumb and index finger, and she licked faster.
He got hard quickly, and, to her surprise, he got impressive too. His cock wasn't long. She guessed it might go five inches in length. But it was thick. My God, she thought, he was as thick as a fucking horse! When he was fully erect, it was all she could do to get him in her mouth. Her lips ached from the necessary stretching and she trembled to imagine how a fence post like this one would feel, invading her tight virgin asshole.
It was still virgin, the only virginity she had, as nearly as she could remember. Oh, God, Jesus, he'd rip her to shreds if he tried to fuck her there! She made gurgling sounds as she sucked Ramon's cock, and she was hoping, deep in her heart, that MAYBE he'd lose control and shoot off in her mouth. And surely she could run faster than he could, when her future depended on it.
He didn't lose control, no matter how lusciously she made her tongue swirl around him. By God, she thought, I'm starting to get the hang of this. It was only his size that discomfited Amber. The fact of his cock in her mouth was no longer distressing, let alone the possibility that he might squirt his cum down her throat while she sucked. This morning she wouldn't have consented to that under any circumstances, but she wasn't the same girl she'd been this morning.
Ramon kept thrusting, his hands on Amber's head. He kept her in one place and fucked her mouth for several quick, deep strokes. Her teeth scraped the sides of him as he worked in and out. There was no way she could prevent it. Her mouth was small, definitely not used to sucking cocks as big in diameter as this one. He'd make two of Scott, she remembered. Scott. Oh, poor Scott! He must be worried sick about her, even more than Mrs. Palmer or the other kids. She'd been with him when she disappeared. God, she prayed, you've finally started to come through for me. Help me again. Give me some way out of here, some means of getting away from Ramon.
"Suck it, cow," Ramon grinned, squeezing her cheeks. "Ohhhh, YEAH!" It must be an agonizingly tight fit on his cock, but he was used to that. Fucking assholes was his specialty. Oh, dear God, how would that feel? He'd be in his glory, shit-holing her.
She let his cock ride out of her mouth and she rubbed her hands up and down its stiff bulk, massaging her saliva into Ramon's flesh. While she did that, her tongue moved on him, licking the head, licking the fat vein that ran up the underside of his pecker, the tube which carried his cum. Why didn't he groan and grab her and shoot his seed all over her face? In her mouth, even? She wouldn't mind. Not so much. She was pretty sure she could swallow his scum without being too sick. She'd drunk enough of the stuff today to kill her allergy. Anything to keep him from trying. All he could do was try, she reminded herself, to stick his cock up her ass.
One of her hands slipped into his undone fly and she found his balls. He wasn't wearing shorts and his small, compact nuts were easy to locate. Amber worked them in her fingers like two steel balls.
"Suck some more," he said. "I may come twice. Once in your hot mouth and once in your ass. You're learning fast, cunt. Charley said this was your first day, that he'd popped your goddamn cherry just this afternoon, but you're suckin' as if you'd been born with a dick in your mouth. Did your mama teach you that, or maybe that dyke whore Charley stuck you in with?"
Amber gurgled in resentment. Insulting her mother, insulting Debby. She wanted to bite his ugly, greasy cock. But she was afraid to.
"I know that bitch," Ramon added. "She's a pussy hound. She fucks men for money, but she eats pussies for love. Did she eat your pussy, whore? Bet she did. Bet she spread your tight little lips and stuck her nose up your cunt and slobbered all over you. Did you like it? Bet you didn't like it half as much as you dig my rod in your mouth right now. Baby, this rod is a woman killer. I get it in you, you're gon' scream and yell and holler like a motherfucker, but wait till you feel my cum squirting up your shitter. MMMMMMM, BABY! Suck it!"
Amber closed her ears to his obscene monologue and kept on gobbling his dick. Her mouth was adapting a little better now. She could suck him without so much pain, but he was compensating by deeper thrusts, and her throat wasn't limber enough to accommodate even a short cock like Ramon's without some degree of discomfort.
"Slide your tongue around me. C'mon, bitch, let me feel it. You good. You real good. One of these days, when you a full-fledged whore, maybe I come up and see you, pay you a hundred dollars. And, oh, baby, I'm gon' do everything to you then-fuck every hole you got-maybe squeeze your titties together on my pecker and squirt cum all over your face."
She sucked, trying to ignore his language, but the idea of this greasy corrupt person shooting his cum into her mouth started to have the old, familiar effect on Amber. She tried to pull back, dislodge him from her mouth.
He pushed the back of her head and she was impaled orally by his hard, thick tool. Amber gagged and choked, but he entered the upper part of her throat all the same and she was totally full of him. She coughed, and her teeth gnawed from side to side, scraping him raw.
"OW, GODDAMNTT!" Ramon yelped, jerking himself out of her mouth. His cock was sloppy with drool, and the tip of him, swollen up like an apple, looked as if it had been smeared liberally with Vaseline. Amber realized that he was leaking jism along with his pre-cum, that she must have already swallowed at least some of his seed while he was banging her throat. Well, she thought philosophically, I'm still alive, aren't I?
Ramon lifted the girl to her feet. He immobilized her face with a set of fingers gripping her chin; with his other hand he lifted the hem of Amber's borrowed sweater, baring the jiggly, pointed little titties. He grabbed one of them and twisted it savagely. "Don' ever bite nobody again. Got that, bitch?" He squeezed her chin, forced her to nod her head. "NEVER AGAIN," he repeated. "And especially Ramon Escudero!"
Abruptly, he released her, and Amber started to slump. Ramon caught her before she fell. He stepped away from the table on which he'd been sitting, shoved her down on it. She lay on her stomach, panting and gasping, the formica slick and cold on her nipples. He pushed her down, grinding his fist on her backbone, and she moaned in dread. She was bent from the waist forward, her pert young ass sticking up in the pants she'd borrowed from Debby.
"Let's get to it, Mama," Ramon leered from behind. He reached under Amber, loosened the button of her pants, and pulled. "No pants underneath?" he asked as her bare bottom flashed into view. "White ass. All-America, huh? Blonde, fluffy, all-America pussy? Spread 'em for me."
His fingers poked into her crack, and he didn't wait for Amber to cooperate. He parted the cheeks of her ass and gouged with one finger at her tiny, tight anus. She lifted her face and wailed "AAAAAGGGGHHHHH! IT HURTS!"
"Don't blow your fuses yet, bitch. This is just my finger. Think about how it's gon' feel when I stick my cock in you! My big fat cock. Tell me how bad you want it."
"Please," Amber whispered, "let me go. I have to leave, I have to go home. The police are coming to this building. I don't want to be here when they arrive-I'll be in trouble-a lot of trouble."
"You in trouble now," he corrected. "Tryin' to run away. I'm glad you did, because I'm the big winner. You ever had a cock up your asshole before, pretty little blonde chickiepie?"
"N-n-nooooo," Amber moaned, her thighs burning where his hands rubbed up and down. "And I don't want one now."
"All the better. Gon' open up your eyes, baby. You won' NEVER want it no other way. It's tight, bitch, really tight, and for the first few inches, feel like it's gon' split you wide open. And I'll have to ram you hard, real hard, to get it in you, in the first place. That's gon' hurt, too. You'll holler and yell your head off, but it won' help. I'll be stickin' it in you and you be wiggling and screaming and you gon' be full of me, down where you can really feel it. Oh, bitch, lemme stick just the tip of my finger in you. Feel how it's gon' be. Here goes! Yeahhhhhhhh!"
Amber screamed again. Her asshole was too tiny even for his finger, but he gouged at her, determined to enter the girl, and eventually her muscle popped and he stuffed maybe an inch of his middle finger up Amber. She saw stars. Her head throbbed with pain and her heart pulsated as if it meant to rip its way out of her body. "Stop, for the love of Christ," she moaned. "Stopppppppppp!"
He pushed a little deeper, and it didn't hurt a bit less. She strained against the table top, but she couldn't slink down lower or lift up. She was pinned like a butterfly to a mounting board.
"Snappy," Ramon complimented. "Gringo asses and pussies are all snappy and tight, and, man, I dig the shit out of fucking them. Hold on to your hat, little blonde bunny. Time for you to get your buns fucked off. I hope you woman enough to take it, because, baby, I am man enough to give it to you!"
He was determined to rape Amber, and Amber was his prisoner, captured on the very threshold of escape. God, she thought, it hasn't changed. I'm just in a different cell this time.
Ramon slapped her white buttocks until she was dancing on her feet. He leaned in, tickling her pussy from the rear with the fat, wet tip of his dong. "Feels good, Mama, but I don' want to put it there. Here's where I wanta fuck you, and here's where I'm GON' fuck you. Just ... like ... this!"
He shoved the head of his rod at her tight asshole. Even though he'd just been inside her with his finger, the muscles of her anus had snapped back into place and she was as resistant as before. He thrust mightily with his pecker, and she resisted him just as mightily, straining not to let him inside her. That cock of his would split her guts. It would ruin her young flesh. She'd have to have stitches, just as Debby had, once. She remembered seeing the little white cars around Debby's hole, during the relaxation after she ate the girl. Little x's in the skin, where the sutures had been sewn through Debby's flesh. And next, me! thought Amber. Next, me! She clenched her teeth and gripped the sides of the table, determined to fight as long and as hard as she could.
"Loosen up," he commanded, slapping her buttock again. It stung on her flesh, but she summoned up all her courage and resistance.
"No!" she snapped. "I'm not going to help you. If you're the big stud you claim to be, then you can put it in all by yourself."
"Okay, bitch, if that's the way you want it."
He shoved hard, and Amber screamed at the top of her lungs. The head of his rod felt enormous trying to fuck its way into her asshole, and she was in a tumult of agony. Her muscles were still holding form-or were they?
"Now," he said with a gasp. "I think-think I've-"
He thrust again, and Amber felt a sinking in her guts. Her asshole was starting to dilate, and he was going to get inside her, this stab. He seemed to know it too. He pushed harder, exploiting the weakness he had found, and she tried to make her body a clenched mass of steel, totally impregnable to Ramon's questing peter.
"NNNNNGGGGHHHHHH!" He'd done it. He'd gotten his cock into her asshole. She felt him in her, big and brutal, and she couldn't breathe, couldn't see, could do nothing except shiver in pain and fright. Ramon slipped her another inch, and it was worse, even than the agony of his first, beachhead penetration.
"Here we go, baby. I'm gon' ram it all the way up you. Feel my balls tickling your pussy lips. Hang onto your fuckin' hat, bitch, 'cause you gon' get FUCKED!"
"RAMON, YOU GREASEBALL SON OF A BITCH!"
Amber was in too much pain to identify the voice. She was nearly too preoccupied with her situation even to notice the voice. But suddenly Ramon's tool jumped out of her, as painfully as it had gone in, and she collapsed into a pool of melting flesh. She sank from the table to the floor, landing on her knees, pants down, sweater up. She grabbed the table legs and, slowly, she turned to the door.
Ramon stood there, flushing angrily, his cock sticking out in red, frustrated erection, and he was looking at the door too. Where Debby stood, seething.
"Debby!"
The brunette whore held a small train case in her left hand. Her face was livid with rage. "Goddamn you," she said, "if you've hurt her, I'll kill you!"
Ramon lifted his hands. "Get out of here, slut. I'll tell Lou and Charley all about this, they'll fix your ass but good. Send you down to the Bowery to' fuck winos. Or maybe they'll pump you off to the German shepherds again. Seen some of those movies you made. Liked the one where the dog squirts cum into your mouth and you drink it like cum's going out of style tomorrow and you wanna get all you can today."
"You cocksucker," Debby snarled. She lifted the train case, swung it in a wide, powerful arc. Ramon tried to protect his face, but she wasn't aiming at his face. Debby smashed his cock with the train-case, and Ramon gave a shrill, almost feminine cry of anguish and pain. He doubled up, clutching the stiff rod she had hit with all her might, and while he was doubled over, Debby banged him two or three times on the head. He gave a muffled cry and fell onto his face. One of his arms slung across Amber's legs and she winced at his touch.
"For the love of Christ," Debby said, "I forgot all about him! I sent you into the lion's den and I didn't give you anything to defend yourself with! Are you okay?"
Amber nodded. "I think so. He didn't really get a chance to do much."
"Well, come on. Stand up. Pull up your pants. Oh, Jesus, what a sweet pussy, Amber! Are you sure you wanna go back to wherever it is you're from?"
"I'm sure, Debby. Really sure."
"Well, let's get out of here. I've got two bags packed, everything I want to keep. I think I'll go to Vegas. I've got the money for a plane fare, and I hear a sharp girl can do pretty well for herself out there. Maybe this time I won't have to support a pimp. Maybe I can go into business for myself. They have places in the desert in Nevada, where hooking is legal-regular brothels, legit as hell. Oh, Christ, are you sure you don't want to with me?"
"I'm sure," Amber insisted. "I'm never going to fuck anyone for money. Only for love."
Debby shook her head. They were on the street now, in the flood of light from the lobby. She put down her suitcase and train case, took Amber in her arms and kissed her lovingly. "Well," she said, "which way are you going?" Amber pointed. "Then I'm going the other way. Out of temptation's reach. Take this. You might need it." She pressed a fifty into Amber's hand. The blonde girl caught a quick flash of General Grant's picture. "Goodbye, Rebecca, and lots of luck at Sunny-brook Farm." Debby picked up her bags and hurried away.
Amber followed with her eyes until the brunette whore stepped past the lamp lit area and was lost in darkness. Then, with a sigh, Amber turned her face in the other direction and started to walk. This way, she thought, toward the hotel and the rest of the kids.
"Oh," she murmured, "I hope I made the right choice." She looked up as she turned the corner. A police car was hurrying by, red light flashing. Amber stopped and looked back. The cop car slid to a halt in front of the building she and Debby had just vacated. Two uniformed officers got out of the cruiser and went inside. Too bad, she thought, that the doorman isn't there to greet them. But he's temporarily indisposed. With a giggle of satisfaction, Amber went on her way.