Chapter 4
Ann Thomas had not spent a relaxed moment since the afternoon she had been caught with Janie in the cutting room. Every time she walked in the door, she shook with fright in the thought that perhaps Curt had called her parents since she had left, and now they knew what had happened.
She kept expecting to hear her father's bellow when she walked in the house some night. It would be a brutal scene, she knew that. Her father would be positively aghast when he learned the news, and when his shock subsided, he would be furious.
She knew how he would let his rage loose, and who would suffer. She had been through that so many times in the past. She could remember the times her father tore into her for something or other, how wild he got when he was angry, how he could hardly think straight, hardly talk, pounding furniture and walls with his bare fist.
She dreaded him. Sometimes when she was in her room and her father was angry at her mother, or else just mad at someone, she would hear him raging and pounding things, knocking over dishes, tearing through the house on a rampage, and she would shudder in fright at the idea that he might be mad at her like that.
When he was angry with her, she could do nothing but run. He could not be reasoned with, and she had learned to keep her mouth shut until it was over. But before it ended, before his rage would die down, she was sure to end up cornered in her room with her raging father coming at her, swinging.
She remembered the last time he had beaten her. She had played hooky from school, since Janie's parents were going to be out for the day and they wanted to spend the day alone. She had been seen by a teacher, when she walked Janie's dog, and her father had been notified.
The phone rang. Her heart leapt into her mouth when she heard her mother call for her father, and tell him it was Ann's school.
Then she had heard a few mumbled words of conversation, her heart beating like mad, tears of fear almost welling up in her eyes. Then there was the loud slam of the phone, and her father's first rapid footsteps. At that point she had broken down in tears, shaking in fright and curling up against the wall on her bed.
There was nothing she could do. He would be up the stairs in a few seconds. Already she heard him grunting, and then begin howling in rage at her, calling her every name he could think of in his state.
She had been crying and moaning already when her father flew into the room and ran right at her, screaming his curses. She remembered how he had grabbed her by the pajamas and pulled her right off the bed and onto the floor, slapping her brutally across the cheek as he grabbed her.
"You cheap slut!" he screamed as he threw her on the ground. "I should tear every hair out of your head, how dare you! How DARE you!"
She was screaming too as he held her by the collar and slapped her across one cheek, then the other, then the first, her head slammed back and forth with each shot. Then her pajamas had ripped, the whole front coming off in his hand, and she fell to the ground with her girlish breasts bobbing naked.
He had picked her up again, this time by her long blonde hair, and slapped her again across the face. As she tried to dodge the blow, she pulled back, and his slap came down on her chest, right on the nipple, knocking her back to the floor and leaving a wad of her hair in her father's hand.
He was still screaming when he stormed out of the room leaving her crying and shaking violently, naked from the waist up, her cheeks smarting and her head spinning from the volley of blows he had rent on her before he left.
It took him the rest of the night to cool off, and when she arrived home the next day she learned she was to be kept in for two weeks. That had sent her up to her room again crying, wishing again that she could somehow leave.
Now, the thought of what her father would do if he learned what had been going on with Janie made her shiver. It was almost too horrible to think about. If he had been so enraged over a day of hooky, what would he do if he were to learn his daughter was having a lesbian affair with her friend?
She knew how her father always warned her about what he would do if he found out she'd been having sex with a boy. If he found out that she was not only having sex, but with a girl, he would certainly lose his mind. She didn't expect to come through that one at all.
Yet, what could she do? There was no way of being sure that Mr. Taylor would not tell. She had always been careful not to risk being caught with Janie, and now she knew that staying late and taking chances in the cutting room had been a foolish idea.
She hated Curt for what he had done. Yet, he knew he still hadn't called yet. Maybe he would never tell. But she knew that he might expect more from her, once he learned just how terrified she was, and just how far she was willing to go to keep him from revealing her.
She remembered what Curt had done. Yet, somehow, that hadn't been as bad as what her father would do. No, far from it. She could go through that again, but the mere thought of her father made her shudder.
She was very nervous every day at school. She dreaded running into Curt Taylor in the halls, where he might talk to her. In class, she refused to look at him, and he didn't say a word. She knew that if he was going to try to talk to her, he would do it in the halls, and she spent all her time in the ladies room to avoid him.
She wished she had someone to talk to, someone she could trust. She had told Janie about it, but she hadn't been able to help. Ann wanted an adult to talk to, but she couldn't think of anyone.
She did consider talking to Ella Stone. They had become very close friends while they were at school, and often had lunch together. She went to the movies once in a while with the woman, and she felt she could trust her.
But she hesitated. She couldn't be sure. She did know that Ella thought she had a crush on Curt Taylor. In fact, she had asked Ann why the girl hadn't been looking at Curt the way she usually did in the lunch room, and wanted to know if anything had happened. It was almost as if Ella knew all about it.
She wished she could forget about the whole thing, but it was driving her out of her mind. Finally she decided to go to see Ella, and made an appointment to see her in her office, in the morning.
Ella was cheerful, and willing to help, as they chatted in the privacy of her office. She obviously was quite fond of the girl, and Ann knew Ella didn't have that many friends.
Ann tried to tell her what had happened, but all she could say was that she was very frightened her father might find out something, and she thought she wouldn't be able to stay at home any longer if he did.
"You can't tell me about it?" Ella asked.
"It's so hard," Ann sighed. "It's just something terrible, something that someone knows about me."
"Is that someone Curt Taylor?"
"Yes!" Ann blurted out. "How did you know?"
"He talked about something with me," she replied.
Ann turned green, but Ella laughed. "Don't worry, he hasn't told anyone else, and I won't say a word."
"Then you know?" Ann asked. "You know what happened. You know he could call up my parents any time, and what would happen to me then."
"Yes," Ella replied. "But he hasn't done anything yet."
"Do you think he will?"
"I can't be sure," Ella replied.
Actually, the woman felt sure that Curt would never tell. She knew from Curt just what the man had done to the girl after he had caught her and Janie, and Ella doubted if Curt would risk letting that cat out of the bag by reporting Ann.
Yet, Ella didn't want to tell the girl that. For some reason, she thought she might be getting Curt in trouble. She felt the best thing to do would be to talk to Curt, and tell Ann he would talk to her later and let her know how he felt about the matter. Ella felt there might be something for her to gain in the deal, as well.
"Please, talk to him if you can," Ann pleaded. "I'm so worried. Tell him I beg him not to tell, and that I won't say a word either."
"About what?" Ella asked, not to let the girl think that she knew what had happened afterwards between Curt and Ann.
"Oh. Then, nothing, just tell him what I said," Ann said nervously, getting up from her chair. "I'll talk to you later, Ella, thanks."
With that she ran out of the office, and Ella had to chuckle to herself to think how she had fooled Ann. Curt was interested indeed to learn how worried Ann was. He and Ella had lunch together, and the woman was dying to tell him, to show him how she could be of aid to him.
"She's shaking like a leaf," said Ella. "She's shitting in her pants at the thought of you telling."
"I thought she would be, but is it really that bad?"
"You should see her," Ella replied.
"I can't, she won't look at me," Curt smiled. "But I've got her good now."
"What do you plan to do?" Ella asked. "You wouldn't tell, would you?"
"Of course not," Curt laughed, "but she doesn't know that, right? Shit, there's no telling what I could get her to do."
If Ella had seen the gleam in Curt's eye a few days before, she would have been puzzled. But after the session they had had a few nights earlier that week, she knew just what he had in mind.
In fact, the idea was starting to appeal to her. She was wondering what it was like for Curt to punish her as he had done, and what it would feel like for her to try it. She knew she enjoyed the torment, but wondered if perhaps she could enjoy tormenting someone else even more. And she couldn't think of a better victim than Ann. The girl was so frail, so helpless, and so trusting. Best yet, she could never say a word.
"What have you got in mind?" she asked.
"I'd like to collect some of my reward," he grinned. "I'm doing her a favor, she should do me one."
"I can ask her to come over your house," she suggested.
"No, she would never come," Curt said. "Tell her you talked to me and that I wouldn't tell, but that you wanted to talk to her alone, to straighten her out, and you want her to come to your house. I'll be there waiting."
Ella grinned broadly. Sure, that was it. She would come fully trusting, and wouldn't she be shocked to find Curt waiting! Besides, if it would take place at her apartment, she would be sure to be around.
The girl was delighted to hear the news. She thanked Ella over and over and Ella almost laughed in her face. She even kissed Ella, and said that she would be able to relax now, that Ella had "saved her life."
Ella made her promise to come to her house that night, right after dinner. She knew Ann lived only a few blocks away. The girl assured her she would attend, thanked her a few more times, and then skipped away.
Curt was delighted also, to learn the news. He could hardly wait to get at her. Ella was one thing, but the young girl, he could never get enough of her. He could remember her body, naked, her young, girlish tits, her soft pliable buttocks. His cock was swelling already as he thought that he would have her again that night, all to himself, and this time he could be sure she would never open her mouth to turn him in.
He raced home from school and grabbed a quick bite, but he wasn't hungry. He could not wait any longer to begin the night's work, lusting for the young blonde, the young blonde at his feet.
At Ella's house he found the woman waiting also, and she too appeared to be quite anxious to start. Curt had to laugh to think that she would help him. If he tired of Ann, he could turn on Ella, as long as she was there. Perhaps he could even go at them both.
Curt was hiding in the bedroom when the doorbell rang. He could hear every word of conversation in the living room, and could even glance out once the two were sitting on the couch. He saw Ann dressed in tight jeans, and a loose blouse that did not cover her belly, but hung loosely from the bulge of her tits. Her hair was loose, and swinging as she shook her head in the conversation.
"I'm so glad," she said to Ella. "You don't know what I've been going through the past few days."
"You should have been more careful," Ella said.
"I know, but it just sort of happened in there," Ann replied.
"You could be thrown out of school, in addition to whatever your father would have done."
The girl laughed. "You don't know my father. After he got through with me, there wouldn't have been anything left to throw out."
Curt was laughing too. His cock was starting to swell at just the thought of what he would soon be doing. He could hardly wait to jump out of the bedroom and surprise the girl, but he decided to wait a bit longer, to choose just the right moment to make his appearance.
"Then you're really lucky Curt won't tell," Ella said.
"You're not kidding," Ann replied.
"You must really like Curt, then."
Ann didn't reply. Ella chuckled, and the girl looked down in her lap. "No, I don't really like him."
"You should be thankful."
"I already thanked him," Ann mumbled.
"How's that?" asked Ella.
"I'd rather not discuss it," Ann replied. "But I can tell you this, Curt isn't the way you think he is."
"I don't understand," said Ella. "I know him well. I think Curt is a very nice man, and I can't understand why you wouldn't like him, especially after what he's done for you."
"He did a lot more," Ann frowned.
"You're talking in riddles," Ella said. "Why don't you tell me what you're talking about."
Ella wanted to get the girl to admit what Curt did. That way Curt would have a reason to be mad, but the girl refused to discuss it. Ella could see that the conversation was making her uncomfortable.
"Well, I think you should thank him again, really thank him," Ella said. "When you get the chance."
"And you've got the chance right now!" Curt's voice boomed out as he stepped into the living room.
Curt saw Ann's face flush white, as if she were about to faint, when she saw him. He was furious, and ran into the living room as even Ella stood up in surprise.
"You cheap whore bitch!" Curt shouted. "You're ungrateful, that's what I think. And you were about to tell her."
"No, no, Curt, I wasn't going to tell!" she cried, standing up from the couch in terror.
Curt ran at her and slapped her hard, knocking her back on the couch. "You bitch, I should rip you apart!"
"Curt, not so fast!" Ella said, shocked at his rage.
"Shut up, you bitch!" Curt snarled. "I don't need your help. This bitch needs a lesson, a real lesson. She hasn't learned the meaning of gratitude."
"I swear I won't tell!" Ann cried, breaking down again in tears on the couch. "Please, Curt, let me go, I have to be home by nine."
Curt laughed heartily in her face. "Forget it, baby."
"My father will kill me if I'm late," she moaned.
"Too bad, bitch," Curt snapped. "I'm going to teach you a lesson you'll never forget."
Ann bolted towards the door, screaming and crying, but Ella dove after her and brought her down on the rug. Curt was fuming mad now, and ran at her as she sat up.
"Cunt! Don't you MOVE unless I tell you, understand? From now on you're a slave, my slave."
"Please, Curt, I haven't done anything to you," Ann whimpered.
"You haven't done anything FOR me either, you ungrateful cocksucking bitch whore. I'm sick of your face, sick of your weeping, wailing face. I feel like pushing it in for you."
Ann jumped up again to run, her fear taking hold and making her lose all reason. All she could think of now was getting away from Curt, for she didn't even want to think of what he might have in mind for her now.
Curt ran after her, and grabbed her at the entrance to the bedroom. With one hard lunge he ripped the buttons off her blouse in front, leaving her tits swinging freely on her pearly white chest.
She screamed loudly when she felt her buttons pop. Curt knew she was thinking what her father would do when she came home late without any buttons on her blouse, but that would just be further punishment. He didn't care what happened to her after he was through with her.
She fell to the rug again, and Curt picked her up by the hair, pulling her blouse off completely and then grabbing her tits, one in each hand, and yanking on them brutally as she cried out in pain.
"No, no, please, I can't take any more of this!" she wailed.
"You're a slave now, understand?" Curt glared at her, still pulling on her soft, white tits.
"Please, I beg you, I'll never tell!"
"I said you're a SLAVE, bitch!" he screamed. "You understand?"
"Yes, yes!" she blurted out as he pulled harder on her tits, twisting them around like doorknobs.
Curt let her drop to the ground, then walked straight over to the closet. When Ann saw him reaching in, panic lit up her face and she bolted up, standing transfixed in horror in the middle of the room, waiting to see what cruel device the man had for her now.
"Oh, NO, not THAT!" she cried out when he turned around and she saw that he was holding a long, black whip.
"This is just what you need," Curt said. "A good whipping."
"Make her strip, Curt," Ella said, gleaming with delight and anticipation in the corner of the room.
"Take off you pants, whore," Curt said, walking towards her. "Right now."
"No, don't make me," she whimpered. "Please, oh, shit, PLEASE!"
Curt ran at her with the whip, and she slammed into the wall behind her as she started to run, cringing down as he raised the whip over her head.
"I said take them off, right now!" he bellowed. "Or else I'll whip you so hard they'll fall off."
She had no choice. The long, black leather whip was above her, ready to strike. She didn't want to feel it on her bare chest.
Curt felt his cock swelling quickly as she stripped, slipping her pants down along the length of her ivory thighs and then stepping out of them, still trembling visibly.
"The panties too," he said.
She hesitated for a moment, and he raised the whip higher as if he were about to bring it down. She quickly pulled her panties down and stepped out of them.
Now she was nude, completely nude in front of him. He could still not get over her body, the smooth, unbelievably white flesh, the long, shapely legs, the quivering thighs, the fleshy hips, the firm, ripe tits, the round, pink nipples. She was certainly too beautiful he thought, too beautiful for any girl to be.
Right now her cute round face was bathed in tears, tears of fear, tears of frustration, and fears of humiliation. It was bad enough being nude in front of Curt, but in front of Ella too? She still couldn't believe that the woman had tricked her. She would never trust her again, she would never trust anyone again as long as she lived.
"Look at you," Curt laughed mockingly. "You're a fine sight. There's nowhere to hide now, bitch. You're naked, and you're nothing but a slave here. .
"Make her bend down," Ella said, walking over. She couldn't stay on the sidelines any longer. Already her cunt was juicy with lust as she saw the naked girl and thought about what they could do to her. There was no stopping them, they could do anything they could think of.
"Kiss my feet," said Curt. "Bend over and crawl to me like a real slave."
Curt kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks and shirt. His cock was hard as diamond under his pants now.
She bent over as if she were praying, still trembling from the sight of the whip, which Curt still held above her head. She crawled over and bent down at his feet.
"Kiss them," he said. "Both of them."
She kissed his feet, and he pushed his toes hard into her face to mock her. Then Ella came over, and Ann kissed her feet as well.
"You're doing fine," Curt chortled. "Let's hear it from you, you're a slave. Tell me."
She didn't answer. She hardly had the energy perhaps, or else just couldn't stop trembling long enough to speak.
"SAY IT!" Curt shouted, bending over and screaming right in her face.
"I'm a slave," she stammered.
"MY slave," said Curt.
"I'm your slave, your slave," she corrected. "And mine too!" said Ella. "You're OUR slave!"
"I'm your slave!" Ann wailed, then curled up in a ball and began sobbing violently.
"This bitch is always crying," said Curt. "I'll give her something to cry about."
Ella was beaming with delight as she saw Curt rip down his pants and throw the whip aside. Now he was really going to start, she figured, and she could hardly wait to join in.
Curt's cock was thick and long, and quite stiff, under his tight briefs, as he pulled off his pants and threw them aside. But he left the briefs on, and grabbed Ann by the hair, pulling her up and dragging her over to the couch.
He threw her brutally on the couch, then sat down and pulled her over his lap.
"Does your father spank you?" he asked.
"No, no, he beats me," she said.
"Didn't he used to spank you?"
"Yes, all the time," she cried, trying to writhe free of his lap.
Then you must have deserved it, just like you deserve it now," Curt scowled.
"Please!" she cried out. "I haven't done a thing to you, Curt, let me go."
"That doesn't matter," he said. "You're our slave now, understand? From now on, you do exactly what we want, and everything will be all right. If you don't just say so and I'll get on the phone to your father right now."
She started to bawl, realizing that there was no way out. They could and would do anything they wanted, and she could never think of revealing them or getting back at them, for fear of her father, and what he would do when he learned about her and Janie.
Curt watched the girl's clean white buttocks quivering as she bawled and squirmed on his lap. The heat of her body was baking his crotch, her cunt pressed down on his thighs, and he raised his hands high to spank her.
"Oh, shit, Curt," Ella wailed, "give it to her HARD!"
Curt slammed down with his hand and slapped into her soft flesh, leaving a round red mark on her ass cheek, and leaving the girl howling in pain.
"Again!" shouted Ella. "Give it again, and again!"
Curt clapped his hand into her ass first on one cheek, then on the other, then back to the first again, in a rapid-fire volley of slaps. The spanking had taken the girl's breath away, for each time he struck her she gasped, and as the blows became more and more rapid, her gasps grew shorter and shorter until she could hardly breathe.
"That's it!" Ella beamed. "Oh, shit, Curt, beat her good!"
Curt continued to spank the girl until his hand was red and sore. He could imagine what her buttocks felt like. He pushed her off his lap and told her to sit down, but she remained kneeling.
"Sit!" he said. "Sit when I tell you."
"Oh, please, I can't," she cried.
She was trying to sit on the couch, but she could not stand to let her ass down, it was so sore. He laughed, and stood up over her, picking up the whip again.
"Sit down now!" he barked.
The girl was sobbing as she sat on the rug. Curt circled her and laughed, and Ella joined in the mockery as Ann closed her eyes and held her head in her hands.
Curt suddenly cracked the whip all the way across the room, and the shot rang through the apartment, shocking both Ella and Ann. But the sound shocked Ann quite a bit more.
Curt pulled the leather back and then slashed out again, the force of the snap knocking a picture right off the wall, shattering the glass loudly.
"Oh, shit, not that," Ann wailed. She couldn't believe that anyone would use the weapon on another person.
"I'm going to whip the living shit out of this tramp," said Curt. "This liar, this cheat, this ingrate, this bitch. She's really going to feel what pain is all about now."
"I can't take it," Ann moaned, then screamed loudly as she jumped up from the rug and started to run around the room.
"Stop, stand still!" Ella shouted. "I said stand still, slave, stand still."
"Let her run," Curt laughed. "Watch me knock her right on her brutalized ass."
He watched her run across the room, towards the bedroom in the back, and swung hard with the whip, aiming it for the point she was nearing. The black blur curled and snapped right at the doorway, and she ran right into it. The tip sliced across her cheek and the full force of the blow slammed into her shoulders and knocked her right to the rug.
"Great shot," Ella laughed. "You sliced her face apart,"
Curt was raging now, his rod piping hot as he saw just what the girl was going through. She was dazed, lying on the floor, moaning softly, holding her cut cheek.
"That's calmed her down," Curt said. "Maybe she's ready to give up now."
Ella walked over and stood above the girl.
"You disobeyed me."
"Please," Ann said feebly "I swear I'll never disobey again, I swear it."
"The whip did it," Curt said. "She doesn't want another shot with this."
"Give her one," Ella said, smiling in mockery as the girl looked up.
"Oh, Ella, how could you do this to me," Ann bawled. "We were friends, I trusted you."
"Shut, up," she replied. "What do you think I want with you, a little cunt punk like you? You're a fool, Ann, a big fool. You deserve nothing but humiliation."
She girl sobbed violently, unable to move. She had lost hope in everything now. There was no point in even fighting back against the two.
Curt couldn't resist using the whip again. He knew the long, red slice he could make on her white flesh, and walked around so that he was standing directly behind her, about ten feet away. The long smooth groove of her spine was facing him, disappearing into the wide dark slice of her ass.
The girl didn't expect the blow. He had quietly raised the whip and by the time he brought it down and she heard the loud clap of leather on flesh, the pain was already streaming through her body, and she was screaming. The blow knocked her forward as the leather slice down along the length of her smooth white back. A thick red lone appeared on her back immediately as she was thrust forward, ending up lying prone on the floor, howling in agony.
Ella raced over to the girl and jumped on her, sitting upon her ass and holding her head down with two hands. Curt could hardly wait to get at her now, and ripped off his briefs.
Ella was delighted, and Ann shocked, when the man stood in front of them and laughed, his hands on his hips his cock long and fat, and fully erect. The tip was gleaming and bloated, sparkling at the end with a pearly drop of lubrication, his balls hairy and taut underneath.
"Curt, get me a rope, hurry," said Ella.
Curt didn't like the idea of snapping to Ella's request, but he found a short piece of rope in the closet and brought it to her. She was still sitting up on top of the girl, as if she were riding her.
"I'm going to take her for a ride," said Ella, taking the rope from Curt and wrapping it around her neck, slipping the loose rope over her head and pulling up, Ann snapped her head back when Ella tugged, and the woman began howling in laughter.
"Ride, slave, ride" Ella howled.
Curt was too hot to handle now, as he watched the woman riding her, bouncing her whole weight up and down on top of the girl's body. Ella could feel the girl's soft, supple ass under hers, and she would see the long red welt down her back, right along the groove of her spine. The woman was getting hot herself, and wished she had taken off her clothes.
She tugged on the rope and jerked the girl's head back violently, almost snapping her neck. She bounced and tugged as if she were really riding, using the rope as the reins as she howled in laughter.
Curt could not wait any longer, though. His cock was hurting him now it was so hard, so hot, so ready to plunge into the soothing bath of the girl's tight young cunt.
"Get her up." Curt barked, "I want to fuck her. Shit! I'm going to split her right open."
Ella pulled the girl up and then let go of her, running off the bedroom.
"Please, Curt!" she called out as she ran, "wait a minute, wait for me."
Curt couldn't wait. He grabbed the girl and held her up straight shaking her violently as if he were trying to revive her. Her eyes were glazed and she could hardly stand on her two feet.
Curt thrust his crotch against her, and felt his rod brush along the soft wet hair of Ann's bush. But Ella ran out of the bedroom, holding a long, greased dildo.
"It's as slippery as a greased pig." she said, "it'll slide right in."
Curt wanted to fuck the girl and he wanted to fuck her immediately. He couldn't think of waiting another moment. Yet, he could not hold the girl up straight, she would have failed right to the rug.
But Ella had strapped the dildo on, and walked up behind her the long, thick tool gleaming with grease.
"Hold her up," Curt wailed. "Shit, I can't wait."
She threw the rope around the girl's neck and yanked it, and Ann stood on her tiptoes as she tugged hard. Then Ella pressed her body against the girl's in the back, and Curt could see that she would not fall.
He brutally spread her legs as she stood, and rubbed the tip of his engorged member along the wet lips of her cunt. Then he felt he rod slip between the pearly gates, and he thrust hard, slamming his body into hers and driving his stake deep up into her body.
Ann howled in shock and pain as she felt her cunt filled to the brim with Curt's hot organ. But then she felt the woman's hands parting her buttocks in the back, and then felt the warm, slippery tip of the dildo prying on her asshole, jaws, trying to slip it in.
"Oh, shit, no, not that" the girl cried out. The pain she was enduring, she didn't think was possible.
"Hurry," said Curt, working his cock around in her cunt, "ram it in" Split her open."
The woman twisted her round, fleshy hips around pulling her pants down along her thighs more and letting them drop to the ground. She felt the tip of the rod enter the tight jaws of the girl's bunghole, and rammed into her hard, slamming her pelvis into Ann's buttocks, and driving the rod all the way up into her tight asshole.
"Oh, shit, NO NO NO!" Ann shrieked as she felt her bunghole stuffed with the greased tool.
"It's in," the woman shouted out, starting to pull back and then lunge in again hard, splitting the tight jaws, apart and filling the long, deep channel again.
Curt felt the gism soaring as he pulled his rod out and thrust in hard. Each time he pulled back, she twisted his hips around and felt the cockhead bend around in her cunt lips, and when he thrust in hard and his cock slipped into the tight channel of her love, his body slammed into hers, and she was jolted brutally.
But just as he pulled back, she was thrust forward on the stake of his rod by the cruel lunge of Ella in the back. She was slapped back and forth between the two, like a piece of meat, and each time one of them lunged, she gasped in pain.
Curt's cock was filling with gism, and Ella was starting to tremble as she neared her orgasm.
"Oh, Curt, I'm going to come," the woman yelped.
The girl was almost faint now, as her body was jolted back and forth, her neck smarting from the rope, which the woman still held and pulled on hard, yanking Ann's head back brutally each time she thrust into her asshole.
"Oh, shit, I'm coming now," Curt howled, feeling the gism blast his cockhead fully as he slipped in out along her tight, wet canal. His balls were swinging madly into her warm white flesh.
The girl felt the rope tighten and her head snap back, then felt Curt slam into her, his hot member filling her cunt quickly. She suddenly felt the hard spurt of gism in her pussy as Curt's cock erupted and splashed into her snatch.
But just then Ella started into her orgasms, and pulled the rope even harder in her ecstasy. She writhed around in back of Ann, swirling her hips savagely, and twisting the rod around as it bore into the tunnel of her asshole.
She creamed over her own bush, feeling her pelvis flush against the girl's ass, her dildo completely buried in the tormented girl's bunghole.
Curt wound his cock around in her chute, bending it and laughing loudly as he came to a rest, watching the girls" body shaken painfully by Ella's even harder thrust, and her head pulled back again and again by the rope.
When Ella had finished her orgasm at last, she pulled the rod out of the girl's ass and let the rope fall free of her neck. Ann hit the rug like a bag of bricks, sobbing insanely now.
"Get her out of my sight" Curt scowled. "I can't stand the sight of that bitch."
Ann rose to her feet, still almost swooning, and started to pick up her clothes. Ella chucked in her face.
"You're our slave, and don't you ever forget that, bitch," Ella said.
"Get her out of here, I said," Curt complained. He was sick of Ann. He couldn't do anything to her now, anything that was still a challenge. He wanted to relax, and then get at Ella. He knew she would crave it when he started, that she wouldn't scream out for him to stop, but to work even harder.
The girl was dressed, and glanced at the clock.
"You're late," Ella laughed. "It's already ten. You won't be home until ten-thirty."
She girl started to tremble, remembering what her father would do to her when she got home. She didn't think she would be able to take it.
"Oh, please, I can't go home now." she cried, "Can't I stay here, please, I beg you, I can't leave."
Ella looked at Curt. The woman wouldn't have minded having the girl around all night. But the thought that she would rather take her chances with Curt and Ella, who had done so much to her, rather than go home to face her own father, made Ella shudder. What kind of man could he be?
"Please," Ann cried, "I can't go home."
Curt rose and walked over to her, then spit in her face and broke up laughing. "Get out, get out RIGHT NOW!"
The girl was trembling again as she started for the door. It was plain to see she would have done anything to be able to stay, to avoid facing her father.
Ann opened the door and was about to step out in the hall, when she looked back again as if to plead with Curt.
"Get out," said Curt. "You heard me, you make me sick."
The girl was clutching the loose folds of her blouse, since she had no buttons left. Ella laughed loudly as she let the room.
"Better hurry," she called out, "your father is waiting for you right now."