Chapter 6
Ann Thomas listened by the door of her bedroom, trying to decide whether or not her parents were sleeping yet. She had something important to do, something very important.
"Oh, please, Daddy, I swear it, it wasn't my fault, I SWEAR it!"
"I don't want to hear any excuses from a SLUT!" he scowled in her face, shaking her violently by her blouse. "Look at this blouse."
He shook her madly and ripped the blouse off her, throwing the shreds all over the hall. She was terrified, and frozen in fear as she realized her father was even madder than usual, that he was going off the deep end.
"Oh, PLEASE, I SWEAR it!" she screamed.
He ripped the blouse off and then grabbed her by her long hair, swinging her head back and forth. When the first crack of his open palm slammed into her face, it almost knocked her senseless.
But she felt the slaps continuing. There was another, and she felt faint, and another, and another, they wouldn't stop. She thought for a moment that her father was actually in the process of beating her to death.
She couldn't believe he would slap her for so long. She had never felt such fear in her life, the fear that she was dying.
"You WHORE, you SLUT, I'LL RIP YOU TO PIECES!" he shrieked, starting to slap her head back and forth at twice the speed of before.
"Please, John, stop it, Oh, God, stop it, you're killing her!" Mrs. Thomas cried out, running to her husband.
He felt her on his arm and turned to grab her, throwing her down on the floor hard. "Stay out of this!"
"Please, John, take it easy with the girl!"
Ann realized that her father was really flying. He had never laid a hand on her mother in all his life. Now, he appeared ready to kill them both.
She remembered feeling her tits shaking back and forth as he shook her and slapped her, her naked tits swinging and her hair pulled hard by her father, back and forth. He would pull her head one way by yanking her hair, and meet her turning head with a brutal slap that would jolt her head and snap it the other way, tearing at her hair and snapping her neck hard. She felt as if she would not have any hair left when he finished.
Her mother grabbed him again, just as he knocked Ann to the ground and started to pummel her belly, chest, and ribs with his closed fist. A few loud thuds rang out as he punched her with all his might, and she felt breath sucked right out of her immediately.
When the smoke cleared, Mrs. Thomas was holding her husband, whispering calming words into his ear as if he were a racehorse. He stood with a glazed look in his eye, fuming. Ann lay on the floor gasping loudly for breath, her ribs bruised and her body black-and-blued.
She never wanted to go through that again, she knew that now. She feared her father would actually kill her soon if she made another mistake. Besides, he was intent on keeping her in the house for years, it seemed.
No, she couldn't take that. She wasn't going to be foolish enough to stay around when her father was slipping fast, almost longing to kill her. He refused to take his meals with her, and forbade her from coming downstairs when he was home. This meant that she had to flee to her room every night when he came home from work, and wait for her mother to bring her dinner. She had no TV, no radio, no stereo in her room, and there was absolutely nothing to do up there but plot revenge.
She wanted to get back at Curt. But she wasn't going to try anything, she needed him. He and Ella were the only people she thought might take care of her if she were to leave home. She knew sympathy wouldn't work on them, and figured if they were threatened, they might take her in.
She had worked out a plan, and tonight was the night. She knew it was a long shot, but anything was better than this. The way she figured, she couldn't lose.
No, if she succeeded, and the gun she was about to steal from her father scared Curt enough to stay away from her and let her stay with Ella, she would win. But she thought that what was more likely, was that Curt would call the police at the first chance he got, and she would be taken away. She would win there too.
She figured that if she were arrested for carrying the gun and threatening Ella and Curt with it, she would be taken away. Then she might have a chance to tell someone what was going on at her house.
She was sure that if she could talk to a judge, a lawyer, even a policeman, she could convince them that her father was a danger, and that if she were to remain there her life was in danger. She knew it sounded wild, but it was true. Her father was certainly going mad, she thought.
She knew where the gun was, her father had a small pistol, and a box of bullets. She had watched him load the gun many times before going off to the range, and she knew she could do it too. She would steal the gun, run off with it to Curt's apartment, and never return.
She missed Janie more than anything. She hadn't been able to see her in weeks. In fact, she hadn't seen anyone except the girls at school. Janie begged her to come to her house after class, but she would have to hurry home. Her father had told her that unless she came home right after school she was in for a beating. A delay of fifteen minutes and she would regret it.
There was no way around it, she couldn't be with Janie any more, at least not alone. To satisfy the cravings that she had every night, she had taken to masturbating, but that didn't satisfy her like Janie did. She would he naked on her bed, with the lights out, and the blanket over her legs so that she could pull them over her body if someone walked in. She knew what her father would do if he caught her masturbating. She would think of Janie while she massaged her clitoris, pretending that it was not her own hands, but Janie's light, delicate fingers fondling her most tender flesh.
She would work her fingers into her cunt, slowly and softly, tickling her clit and moving her hips around in a circular motion. Then she would add another finger, then a third, holding them together tightly to form a thick rod. She would work the fingers in and out of her cunt, trying not to make it too noisy as the digits sloshed through her juices and drove on to the depths of her pussy.
When she entered her orgasm, she would close her mouth and hold her breath so that she would not moan aloud. She knew that if her father entered the room at that moment, she was finished. She could never stop her body once she had entered her end, she would writhe helplessly on the bed even if her father was standing in the door.
She pictured what would happen. She would gasp and squirm with her fingers in her cunt as her father stood in the doorway aghast, his hand on the light, his face turning red with shock and rage. Then he would tear into her and rip her pajamas off, slapping her silly and throwing her to the floor for her cruel beating. Every time she started to come, she would think of that, and her orgasm would be a pleasureless one.
But it was all she could do. Now, she had had enough of that. She wasn't going to stand for it any longer. She listened again at the door, and heard her father snoring down the hall. It was time for her to make her move.
She stole down the hall and slipped into her father's room. There in the bottom drawer of his dresser, under a pile of clothes, she found it, and the box of bullets. She picked up the cold steel object and the bullets and slipped out of the room. She had a lot of work to do that night.
As Ann stole out of her house not far away, her tormenter was a victim. Curt was sitting in a chair, bound to the chair with rope, as Ricky left the couch and Ella, and walked towards him. Cissy was still spitting in his face, laughing at his agony.
Curt looked over at Ella. She was shattered. Her body, he figured, must have been hurting all over after the brutal rape. Her cunt was filled with Ricky's hot spunk, and her bush was damp and sticky. Her flesh was covered with sweat, and she felt as if every muscle in her body ached. She could hardly move.
But Ricky was walking over to Cut, still nude. His muscles rippled in his arms and legs.
"It's your turn now, boy," he laughed. "I'm going to whip the shit out of you."
"Anything this bastard gets he deserves," Cissy smirked. "I should tear him apart personally."
"Why don't you?" Ricky asked. "Go ahead, he's tied up and if he should get away I'll pound him out."
Cissy stood in front of Curt, He feared another devastating shot in the balls, and tried in vain to close his legs. But they were held open by the angle of his bound legs.
"All right, Curt, now the time's come to pay you back," Cissy snarled. "I'm going to strip you so that you can feel everything."
He was helpless to resist as she pulled off his shoes and socks and then pulled his pants and briefs down his legs. He felt his balls and his limp rod suddenly exposed, but also noticed a faint stirring in his balls as her hand brushed over his cock.
"Look at that," Ricky mocked. "He's getting a hard-on."
Cissy laughed and watched Curt's rod stir with a life of its own. He was helpless to stop it.
"I could get it hard for you, you bastard, and then bite it off," she laughed.
"Please, leave me alone, don't touch it," Curt pleaded. "Let's talk it over, we can get along with each other."
"That's what you say now," she scowled. "But what about when you were ripping me to shreds? Nothing I could say meant anything. You can talk all you want, I won't even listen."
"I'll get back at you," Curt snarled.
Cissy smacked him across the face twice. "You need a whipping, that's what you need. And I'm going to give it to you right now."
She found Curt's leather belt and walked back to his chair, dangling the leather in front of his face.
"See this?" she smiled. "This is going to welt you, it's going to scar you, and make you howl for mercy."
"Please, Cissy, don't do it," Curt stammered.
She stood back slightly and started to swing the belt at his naked body. He felt the sharp, hot leather slice through his flesh, ripping into him again and again as she swung madly at him.
He rocked the chair back and forth as she beat him, trying to pull free, but his body was wracked with pain over and over as she whipped him. The leather made a loud sucking sound as it blurred through the air, and then a loud clap when it snapped on his flesh. He felt the leather stroke and then worm around like a snake on his flesh, digging into his and stinging him to no end. He never thought such pain was possible.
But there was something about the pain that enticed him. He felt the leather rip over his belly, and his face, and then one lash slice down over his navel and crotch. The tip of the belt ripped over his rod and his balls, sending bolts of pain through his body, but it was somehow arousing.
He shuddered when he felt his cock rising. No, he didn't want it to happen, but there was nothing he could do to stop it. As she lashed, it continued to swell. He was feeling the leather all over him, his body numb with pain, it didn't matter any more, he was bathed in pain, in a delightful, sensuous pain.
He opened his eyes and saw the girl's naked breasts swinging back and forth madly as she reeled back and swung down on his body with the belt. But when she glanced down at his battered crotch, and noticed that his tool was swelling rapidly with lust, she stopped the beating.
"Look at that," Cissy laughed. "That turns you on, Curt? IH show you what I'll do to that."
She grabbed his cock in her hand and squeezed, and he felt the sensation of her grip thrilling him even more. But she suddenly pulled on the rod, as if she were trying to uproot it, and pain sheared his body.
"Oh, shit, stop now, please, SHIT NO!" he howled as he felt her pull hard on his sac, squeezing the balls together hard and pulling on his pole.
"I'll get rid of that!" she shouted.
Cissy began to pummel his cock, first with her hand and then with the belt, but she could not kill his erection. He felt her hand on his rod, then pulling on his balls again, and heard her screaming out insults and spitting in his face with all her hatred.
"Do you realize that Ricky could pull your cock right out of your crotch?" she said, gloating in his face. "Think of that, you'd be left with nothing, to die like a dog."
Curt glanced over at Ricky, who stood right over his shoulder, and realized that she was right. The man was immense. He would certainly pull anything he wanted to off a body, an arm perhaps. But the idea terrified Curt. No, they couldn't, the wouldn't dare try it.
"Get the bitch to suck him off," said Ricky. "That's no punishment," Cissy frowned.
"Make him suck him off and drink his gism, then spit it in his face," said Ricky. "Come here, you rag."
Ella stiffened up in fright when she heard him calling her. But he started towards her, and she immediately jumped to her feet, pain jolting her whole body.
"Suck him off," Ricky said. "And don't you dare swallow it. I want to see it on his face, understand? If I don't you're going to suck my cock and spit my gism in his face. Maybe I'll make you do both."
"Oh, please, Ricky, "Ella wailed, "don't beat me any more. I can't take it."
"Start sucking."
She dropped to her knees and put her hands on Curt's thighs. He felt her hot breath blowing on his crotch, then her giners as she took the tool in her hand and pointed it up at the ceiling. "Hurry up," Cissy said. "Get down on it!"
Curt felt her lips around his bloated cockhead, and her breath blowing hotter and closer to his bush. She licked out with her tongue and swirled it around the rim of his bulb, right where the long staff met his gleaming ball.
"Go down in it!" Ricky bellowed. NOW!"
She plunged, and Curt gasped aloud in delight as he felt his cock immersed in the hot bath of her mouth.
"Enjoy it, you bastard, because you're going to feel your gism all over your face," Cissy laughed.
She plunged again to the root, taking the length of his rod in except for the last inch, and licking around the stake as she dropped down.
"All of it!" Ricky shouted. "I want you to go all the way down and take his balls too."
She rose to the cap and sucked gently. Curt knew she was dreading her next move, when she would have to swallow his entire cock, and she was savoring the last few seconds before she plunged, licking around his cockhead with the tip of her pink tongue.
Curt watched her tongue whirling around his crown, her tits dangling loosely on her chest, her nipples pink and wide, her bush between her bent legs, dense and wet.
"Now!" Ricky howled. "Take it ALL!"
She dropped down sharply, and took the long vein-studded pole into her mouth all at once. He felt her lips caressing his bush, and then felt her twist her head slightly so that she could take the last bit of his pipe, and then lunge for his balls.
The tip of his cock was rubbing against the back of her mouth, and she felt it twist down her throat as she turned her head and pushed down further. She felt the thick, hot base of his rod slipping through her lips, and then pushed her head down and impaled it on his cock, the rod deep down her throat, as she took his balls in her mouth and tugged upwards on the sac.
He had never felt such a sensation in all his life. Suddenly not only his entire staff, but his whole crotch, balls included, were bathed in the heat and wetness of her mouth. She remained on top of the stake for a long time, sucking on his balls with her lips, and worming her tongue out to caress them, and he felt the gism racing through his groin towards his cock, ready to erupt deep into her gut.
He was moaning loudly, and Cissy suddenly realized that the pleasure he was getting would outweigh the displeasure later on. Besides, she didn't believe the woman could go down that liar, and found the sight revolting and terrifying.
"Stop it, get off him!" she yelled.
"No, no, suck it off, take it all in!" Ricky insisted.
"Please, Ricky, I can't stand watching," she replied. "Look, he's enjoying it, I want to get even with him."
"All right, bitch, take it out of your mouth," Ricky finally agreed.
She rose slowly and felt the cock slip out of the tube of her throat, then through her mouth and between her lips. She saw his rod swollen, pulsing madly like never before, his balls dangling underneath after she had dropped them.
"Oh, please, let her finish," Curt pleaded. "I'll do anything for you, just let her finish."
Curt was so hot he didn't think he would be able to survive for long without releasing his gism. If his hands had been free he would have gladly jerked off.
"Get out of my sight," Cissy snapped at Ella.
"Oh, shit, please, take off the ropes, I wont try anything, please, I have to touch it!" Curt howled.
"Take them off," Cissy said. "I want to see him jerk off, that will be the final degradation."
Ricky pulled the ropes off his legs and then unbound his hands. "One move and I'll knock you senseless," Ricky told him.
Curt reached for his cock and held it in his hand. The blood was pulsing through his rod, and he could feel the gism still in the base. He couldn't wait.
"Go ahead, jerk off, you bastard!" Cissy laughed. "You'll never forgive yourself later on, after you make a complete fool out of yourself."
"Make it snappy," Ricky added.
Curt started to pull on his rod, feeling the gism soaring towards his cockhead. He could think only of relieving the tension in his loins, of spilling his seed in a tremendous explosion of piping hot cream. After that, he didn't know what would happen, but it didn't seem to matter.
Ricky and Cissy glared in mockery as he pulled on the loose skin of his cock, jerking his balls underneath with each stroke. They knew it wouldn't take him long to dump his load, and hoped it would arch up and splash in his face as he came.
Suddenly the door burst open, and Ann ran in with her gun aimed at the chair. Curt stopped in his tracks, and Ricky turned in shock to see the young blonde standing in the doorway aiming the gun at them.
"I'll shoot, don't come near me!" Ann screamed.
"What the hell is going on here?" Ricky shouted.
Curt leapt from his chair. "Ann, put that away, please, put it away."
"Don't give me orders, Curt," she stammered. "I'll shoot, I swear it."
Ricky and Cissy backed up against the wall, terrified. "That crazy bitch's got a gun," said Ricky. "What is this?"
"Please, Ann, calm down, and give me that gun," Ella said. "Please, before someone gets hurt."
Ann thought the scene was- rather strange. She had burst in expecting to find Curt alone, but she found the apartment crowded with people, all of them nude. Now she had no idea what to do next.
"I need help," she said. "I've got to get out of my house, Ella. I can't go home again. Please, I need help, I just don't know what to do."
Ella started walking towards her, and Ann aimed the gun at her head. "Don't come any closer!"
"Please, Ann," Ella replied, jumping back, "put it away, it might go off."
"It'll go off all right, and you'll be hit," Ann said coldly.
Ricky suddenly made a motion towards her, and the gun exploded in her hand with a tremendous roar. The bullet came nowhere near Ricky or anyone else, shattering into the wall behind him, but the roar and the smoke drove Ricky back against the wall.
"Please, don't shoot!" he screamed.
The shot had taken even Ann by surprise. She hadn't really thought she would ever fire the gun. It had jolted her violently when it went off, and now she found herself holding the smoking gun, with three people backed up against the wall. Only Curt stood near her.
"I told you I'd shoot," she said.
"Please," Curt whimpered, "Take it easy and put that thing away. We can talk about it. You can stay, I swear it, just put the gun away."
Ann trained the gun on Curt. "I should blow your head off, after what you did to me."
"Oh, shit, please no," Curt wept, trembling wildly as she aimed at him. He thought that any moment she could pull the trigged and his head would be splattered like the wall.
Ann turned to Ella and aimed at her. "Or you," she said, "you deserve it too. After all the time we were friends, you did that to me."
"Please," Ella cried, almost dropping to her knees, "It was just for fun, we didn't mean any harm."
Ann was shaking, and the gun shook in her hand. Curt realized that in her condition she just might shoot one of them, and he feared that he was the most likely prospect. He knew what he was risking if he dove at her, but he couldn't wait, he couldn't take any more chanced that he could talk her out of it. The gun might go off accidentally, she was shaking so much.
She was staring at Ella, only ten feet away from Curt. Suddenly he dove at her, leaping through the air as she turned to face him.
He crashed into her as she turned the gun around to aim it at him. She screamed in terror as he crashed into her hard and knocked her down, and his hand immediately shot out to hold her wrist, keeping the gun aimed at the floor.
"Ella, grab the gun!" he shouted.
In a flash Ricky was there, ripping the gun out of her hand. But it flew from her hand and sailed across the room, skipping over the rug and bouncing against the wall, and Curt dove for it He came up holding the gun, and aimed it at Ricky. "Get back, all of you, all of you against the wall," he said, standing back himself.
Curt's cock was still stiff and throbbing. He still longed to empty his balls, in face now that he was safe he could think of nothing else.
"You're in for it now," he glowered at Ann as the girl stood against the wall. "You have some nerve scaring us like that."
"You bitch, you could have killed me," Ricky spat.
Ann was shaking like a leaf, cringing against the wall away from them all. "Please, call the police, I can't stand it any more, call the police."
"Fat chance," Curt laughed. "You're going to suffer."
"Please, oh, shit, no more," Ann cried.
"Get on your knees," Curt barked.
Ricky made a motion to leave, and Curt trained the gun on him. "Don't you move either or you'll get blown apart. I mean it."
Ricky stood next to Cissy, and both reached for their clothes. But Curt didn't care, he wanted to see Ann suffer now, and he wanted to empty his balls.
She knelt at his feet, as he ordered. "I swear I'll kill you if you lay another hand on me," she wept.
"I suppose you've got a whole arsenal," Curt laughed. "You know what I'm going to do? I'm going to call your father and tell him everything.
Then I'll just say your tale of what I'm about to do with you is fiction, an attempt to get even with me. You don't have a chance. Your father will slit your throat."
"I don't care any more," Ann said, "I'm never going back to him."
"Suck my cock," Curt ordered. "Right now."
She hesitated, and Curt grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head to his crotch. She screamed in pain as her hair was tugged out of her head, and he had to slap her to calm her down.
He thrust his cock in her face, and she closed her mouth tightly.
"Open up!" he screamed He began slapping her silly with his free hand as he held the gun in the other, then lay the gun down to hold her hair. He pulled her head into his crotch and slapped her again and again.
"Suck it!" he howled. "SUCK IT!"
Ricky dove at Curt, and both men hit the ground. One shot from Ricky's hand and Curt was sprawled out on the ground. When he opened his eyes, Cissy held the gun.
"You lose, you bastard," she laughed. "Come on, Ricky, we're leaving, with the gun."
"Oh, no, please, I can't stand it any longer, I want you to stay!" Curt bellowed.
Ricky and Cissy dressed, holding the gun on Curt. Ann was kneeling on the rug at his feet. He could do nothing but watch as Cissy and Ricky left the apartment, holding the gun on him until the door had closed.
"Those bastards!" he blurted out when they left. He felt his rage welling up, he felt his lust swelling, he felt as if he had to strike out soon or he would go out of his mind.
He turned to Ann, but the girl suddenly broke for the door. He dove after her and tripped her up, but she sprang to her feet and opened the door, then slipped out into the hall, leaving him on the rug behind her.
'You FOOL!" he screamed. "Why didn't you stop her?"
Ella didn't reply. She had been so shocked by the whole scene that she hadn't even thought of chasing the girl.
Curt was fuming mad, but his cock was still pulsing madly on his crotch. He turned to Ella, and she saw the gleam in his eye.
"Oh, no, Curt, not me!" she stammered.
"You fool, it's your fault, now I have nothing, NOTHING!"
He ran at her, and she stepped back until she was pinned against the wall. He picked up the belt as he walked toward her, and then ran full speed at her, screaming at the top of his lungs.
"I'LL TEAR YOU APART!"
He began whipping her brutally with the belt, lashing into her naked body and making her drop to the rug in agony, screaming and crying.
He whipped her hard, on the back, on the chest, on the face, and left her body covered with welts.
He grabbed the rope that had bound him to the chair, and threw it around her like a lasso. She had stood up to run and now the ropes swirled around her, and left her tied up helplessly, arms tied to her side, legs bolted together.
He pushed her on the couch and jumped on top of her, slapping her face madly and pressing his cock at her crotch.
"Oh, shit, stop it, stop IT!" she shrieked as her head was battered by his blows. She felt as if she were about to faint from the beating.
He ran for the belt, and she struggled to run. But she could hardly step, and the moment she rose from the couch, he ran at her and whipped her savagely with the belt, then knocked her back on the couch and leapt on her.
"I can't wait!" he gasped out, reaching down to slip his rod into her twat. In one smooth motion he inserted the cockhead and rammed with his hips to drive the rod in, and he moaned aloud when he felt his cock surrounded by her hot wetness.
"Oh, shit, give it to me," she blurted out. "I feel it, it's so hot, so hard!"
He started to pump in and out at lightening speed, his rod slicing noisily through her wet juices. His body crashed into hers and his balls swung into her ass as he pumped, feeling the gism seeping into his cock again.
"OH SHIT!" she howled, "ram it in, make it HURT!"
He twisted his cock around and thrust in so hard he thought he was going to split her open, his rod ramming into her cunt fast and hard, his whole body slamming into hers again and again.
She started to lunge upwards, and her hips clapped loudly into his own, her cunt bouncing upwards over the incoming stake.
"I feel it coming!" he howled, slapping her face again and again and hearing with delight her loud, sensual screams of agony and pain.
But she was coming too, and coming quickly. She lunged up and was knocked back hard with his thrusts, and her cunt was stuffed once more with his burning cockflesh.
"I'm COMING!" she shrieked. "Don't stop, please, give it to me!"
He felt his gism swelling his cockhead, the cap bloated as he pulled it out and felt it trapped between the tight lips of her cunt. But at the last minute, he pulled the tool out sharply and left her writhing in agony.
"Oh, Curt, stick it in!" she howled. "Please, I NEED it!"
"I'll make you suffer first, " he smiled in mockery. "Tell me how much you need it."
"Oh, God, Curt, please, don't torture me, fuck, oh, fuck me!"
He rose from her squirming body and stood up next to her. Her face was contorted in pain and lust. He would fuck her, he would fill her cunt up with his hot spunk until she couldn't take it any longer. But first, he would make her suffer.
He untied her quickly, then commanded her to rise. She was just starting to simmer down, but still her breath was short and her eyes glassy.
"I'm going to fuck you up the ass," he smiled.
"Oh, no, Curt, that hurts so much!" she whimpered.
"Shut up," he spat, already heading for the bathroom.
When she heard him open the medicine cabinet, she began shaking with fear. "Oh, no, please, not that!" she howled, running into the bathroom. She dropped on her knees on the cold tile. "Please, Curt, I beg you, don't make me do it."
He laughed in her face, then pulled the small jar of lubricant from the medicine cabinet. Her eyes glowed in fear when she saw the familiar looking jar.
"Come with he," he said, grabbing her hair and dragging her along the floor back to the living room.
"I'm going to make you put it on too," he grinned, releasing her hair when he had left her in the middle of the living room.
"Oh, no, please, no more," she cried.
"Do it," he said. "You're my slave, and I want you to grease my cock."
She looked up as if to beg him again not to torture her. But he only glared back.
"You heard me, now do it or I'll beat the living shit out of you," he said.
She took the jar and unscrewed the lid. Curt's cock was still thick and hard, waiting for her caress as it pulsed over her body.
She dipped into the jar and scooped out a huge glob of the jelly-like grease. First she rubbed it over her palms, then gripped his tool and began stroking it, rubbing the grease in carefully and making sure to cover the head.
"Grease it good," he purred.
She covered the tool carefully with grease, leaving it glistening and slippery. Her hand slipped easily along the shaft and over the rim of his cockhead as she massaged the grease into his flesh well.
"Grease my balls too."
She gripped the dangling globes and worked the grease into the hairy flesh. He felt his body seized with a convulsive shudder as his balls were tossed back and forth in her fingers, his rod now pulsing madly above her head.
"That's perfect," he said. "Now, lie on the rug.
She lay out on her back, her eyes imploring and wide.
"On your BELLY!" he said.
"Please, Curt, fuck me, oh, I'll make it so good, I'll fuck you like you've never been fucked before."
"You heard me," he said calmly.
"Please, I beg you!" she wept.
Curt was losing patience. His cock was so hard he thought it might burst. He could wait no longer to plunge his burning stalk into the hot tight caress of her asshole.
"I said get over," he screamed, kicking his foot into the soft flesh of her waist.
She flipped over quickly. Before she could change her mind, he dove on her and pinned her tightly to the rug, his cock resting snuggly in the warm groove of her ass.
"No, no, please!" she cried out in desperation as she felt Curt spreading her huge buttocks and rubbing the hot tip of his pole against the long, warm slice of her ass.
But Curt could think of nothing but her tight channel. Moving the tip back to the puckered jaws, he spread her buttocks as wide as he could and watched the pink jaws open slightly.
He fit the tip into the small opening, and then, holding her down with his thighs and arms, thrust hard to drive the hot pipe up into her cavity.
"Oh, good GOD!" she shrieked in agony as the long, fat rod bore easily through her tight jaws and up deeply into her hot chute.
"Oh, you're so tight!" he moaned as he felt the wet walls of her bunghole caressing his burning cockflesh.
He pumped until the rod was fully inside her, his bush caressing her soft buttocks. When he twisted his hips slightly and the rod began churning around in her asshole, she let out a raspy groan and began flailing her arms wildly.
"No, no more," she bawled. "I can't stand the pain, please, don't do it any more!"
"I'm going to fuck the ass off you," he said, still grinding his hips around slowly.
When he pulled back and felt the tightness of her chute caressing his retreating member, she groaned once in relief. But the groan changed quickly to a howl of agony as he rammed the rod back into her sharply and felt it bore to the very ends of her long tunnel.
He began to pump hard and quick into her body. Her back was soft and warm under his chest as their bodies met, and he reached under her to fondle her crushed tits.
Now, he was able to yank her backwards by pushing up on her tits, and slammed his body down into hers even harder. His flesh slapped hard into hers, and as he pulled her backwards, the force of the collision was enough to knock the wind out of her and send her reeling back into the rug.
"STOP IT!" she wailed.
"Suffer," he replied, still pumping steadily.
"I want to hear you scream in pain, you understand that? The more you scream the better, so scream, scream all you want. I'm going to make you wish you never met me."
"No, never!" she howled.
"SCREAM!" he spat into her neck.
She screamed at the top of her lungs as he drove the hot poker into her bunghole. Her body was flailing like a whale under him, her breath gone as she continued to howl at the slightest movement of his hips.
Curt wanted the pleasure to last forever. He never wanted to spill his seed, he wanted to stay inside her for the rest of his life, feeling her tight wet flesh locking his pipe in a hot caress, feeling her soft body quivering under him, hearing her scream loudly in utter torment.
The rod slipped easily in and out of her channel, well greased by the lubrication and the juices of her asshole. He could feel the cockhead reaching into the deep regions of her body, pressing in against her hard.
She wailed like a baby with each lunge. He feared she might pass out from the agony, but he could not think of stopping. He could not think of ever stopping until his spunk had filled her to the brim.
Suddenly she changed her tune. Instead of howling in pain, he found her wailing in bliss. Each inward lunge of his bold stake brought a loud whimper, then a short shriek, as she felt her channel stuffed fully again and again. She was shaking with ecstasy, a violent spasm shaking her every muscle as he fucked her.
"You love it," he said.
"Oh, yes," she muttered.
"You fucking cheap whore bitch," he spat out, trying to ram his rod even harder and faster into her body, "you love every minute of it don't you? Don't you, admit it!"
"Yes, it's true!" she cried, thrusting her hips to the rug, then bounding her buttocks back at his down-coming stalk. Their flesh clapped together loudly. They were both bathed in sweat.
"I'll make it hurt," he said.
"Please, do it!" she wailed. "I want pain, Curt, I want you to OWN me! Oh, please Curt, make it hurt, make me feel it."
He began thrusting with all his might. The harder he thrust, the more pain sheared her body, the louder she wailed in delight. He was going out of his mind with frantic lust. He realized he could no longer hurt her, that he would only please her. The idea didn't sound bad.
Here's a girl I could get along with, he thought. He knew there was nothing, nothing at all any more that could give him the delight he got from torturing a woman. But he also realized that if he continued his games, sooner or later he could get caught. In fact, it was almost inevitable. Already, Ann had tried to get even.
And he had suffered cruelly at Ricky's hands.
No, he might do better, he thought, to stay with Ella. There was no limit to what they might do, no limit to the nights of pleasure, the nights of pain they might share. This was just the beginning. From now on, he thought, I'm going to make her feel pain every moment she's with me.
But Ella was still whirling her hips around furiously under him. She couldn't get enough. He realized he would have a tough time hurting her now that her asshole was so well greased. But he had an idea.
Yes, the more she wants it, the more shell howl in agony when I take it away. So, he began thrusting into her like he had never done before, twisting his cock around inside her and thrusting his hips against her buttocks, bending the rod around hard in her channel and then slicing it up into her at lightening speed.
She was squirming in agony and bliss under him, her body shaking with a wild fury. She felt the rod slice easily through her tight jaws and then wind down the long, tight channel of her asshole, until he was pressing against the innermost regions of her body.
"Harder!" she screamed.
He pumped harder, but still she squirmed in pain and delight and begged for more.
"Harder!" she moaned. "Fuck me harder and faster, Curt, make me feel it!"
Curt was already fucking her as fast as he could. She was nearing her breaking point. Something had to give.
Suddenly he felt her contract her sphincter sharply. Her tight channel gripped his cock in a hot caress. She had tightened her chute and was pulling his root into her as if she were trying to uproot it.
"Oh, good GOD!" he blurted out.
"Harder," she screamed.
"I can't believe it!" he moaned.
Her asshole held him tightly, sucking the rod into her body with a strong vise-like grip. He could feel the straining at his root, the suction of her asshole pulling his cock out violently.
He could hardly breathe. It was like nothing he had ever experienced before. His whole body was shaking, his breath was very short, sweat poured over his body. His cock was clenched in the tightest caress he'd ever felt as she sucked him down into her winding channel.
She was groaning under the weight of his body, her whole body jolted hard each time he pumped inward. Her flesh too was soaked in sweat, her breath short, her body writhing. Already she could feel the orgasm approaching, and there was nothing in the world that could have made her stop.
But Curt too knew that she was nearing her end. He wanted to wait until she was just ready to enter her violent climax, and then take away the poker that was stoking her flame.
He wouldn't have long to wait, he realized. Already she was gasping like a dying animal, sucking his rod in like never before. To tease her even more, she began pulling his body upwards so that the immersed tool would bend against the tender walls of her asshole.
"I live it!" she wailed.
"You're coming."
"Oh, yes, yes, yes, soon," she cried out.
"I'm going to pull it out at the last minute," he laughed.
"Oh, shit, no, Curt, you WOULDN'T!"
He thrust into her a few more times, waiting until she was just starting to gasp for final breath. He pulled his rod out, then rammed it into her harder than ever, jolting her whole body and knocking her savagely to the rug again.
"Here it comes," she cried out. "Oh, shit, it's like nothing else ..."
He lunged in again just as she started to writhe more furiously, then pulled back and slipped the rod out of her asshole completely.
"NO!" she wept. "PLEASE PUT IT BACK!"
He laughed loudly in her face, leaning down and holding his cock away from her swirling buttocks. His gism too had neared his cock, and the rod was pulsing as if it were about to burst open any minute.
She was weeping bitterly in pain and frustration under him. Her asshole oozed with grease. He let her howl and beg, waiting to ram his cock into her again.
"Please, Curt, I'll do anything for you," she said. "I swear it, I'll do anything you want. Just fuck me, fuck me now like you've never fucked me before."
"You're selfish," he chuckled. "You're just like all the other bitches, you're only interested in satisfying yourself."
"I'll satisfy you later," she promised. "Oh, you wont believe how I'll satisfy you. Just fuck me now, please, Curt, I need it."
"You're not worth shit," he said. "Admit it, tell me you're nothing but a cheap whore."
"Please, fuck me!"
"SAY IT!"
"I'm a cheap whore," she screamed. "I'll say anything, but please, Curt, fuck me!"
Curt rubbed the tip of his cock along the wet jaws of her asshole again, but did not stick it in. He could feel her buttocks contracting in anticipation as she waited and longed for her channel to be stuffed again.
But Curt had other ideas. He suddenly pulled her thighs apart, and thrust his cock down under her spread cunt lips, he felt them dripping with an eager nectar.
"Oh, yes, do it!" she bawled.
He spread her cunt lips and drove his rod easily through them into the tight heat of her cunt. She groaned and sighed as she felt her chute stuffed to the brim with piping-hot cockflesh.
He lunged again, then pulled back, then drove his battering ram back into her body. She was wiling and squirming under him, her orgasm nearing already.
He felt her cunt begin to contract, just like her asshole. It too was pulling his cock inward, almost uprooting the trunk as she gripped it tightly in a desperate caress. He wasn't going to stop this time, no, this time he would fill her canal to the brim with burning spunk.
She couldn't writhe fast enough to satisfy him. He wanted her to swim under him. He started to ram his cock into her body harder and harder, bounding his pelvis into her soft, tender buttocks, reaching under her again and gripping her molten tits and pulling her back sharply each time he lunged hard and filled her again.
Gism was shooting through his rod. He pumped faster and faster as she began to suck in the rod with even more strength. Their bodies were soaked with sweat, flailing madly on the rug, the sound of cockflesh slicing quickly through wet cunt loud in their ears. They were both panting loudly.
"I'm going to come again," she said.
"This time it's all the way," he said, twisting his cock around inside her and pressing his body into hers again.
"Oh, Curt," she wailed, "I LOVE YOU!"
A tremor seized her body. She was very near. He began pulling her tits back hard, digging his nails into her soft nipples. But the pain only made her writhe more and scream louder as they both neared their furious end.
He bent the rod around, and felt it sucked into her by the grip of her tight vagina. He pulled back and shook her and pinched her tits, but she continued to soar upwards towards her end.
The crown of the immersed stake suddenly bloated fully with gism. He could wait no longer. He felt her just starting to shake in the first throes of her orgasm, and decided to let loose and fill her to the brim with scalding seed.
She was screaming at the top of her lungs. "I FEEL it, it's HERE!"
"And here it is," he screamed himself as the gism swelled inside her and prepared to spurt cleanly into her wet chute.
He found it difficult to breathe as he pulled back the rod, twisted it around inside her, and felt the ball straining to burst open. He twisted it around in the lips of her cunt. Then he rammed it back in hard just as it exploded into her snatch with a hot spurt of his long-awaited gism.
"I feel it!" she screamed. "It's hot! Oh shit, I'M COMING TOO!"
She entered her orgasm with a howl, and he lunged in as fast as he could as his cock spurted deep into her creaming cunt.
"I'M COMING FOREVER!" he moaned, as his cock shot its spunk again and again. He felt as if his rod would continue spurting forever, as if his load was unlimited.
When the brutal session was over, she felt her body bruised all over by his lunges, and her cunt filled to the brim with his gism and her own cream.
He came to rest on top of her and felt his cock swimming in her pussy, and let out a loud sigh of relief.
"I couldn't believe it, how hot I was," he said.
"Me too," she sighed. "What's going to happen now?"
"Who knows?" he replied. "Let them all go to hell. We don't need them."
"Ann will get what's coming to her."
"You can bet on that," said Curt. "And Ricky will beat the living shit out of Cissy when they make love."
"What about us?" she asked. "Now what?"
"I'm not sure," Curt said. "But I think we could learn to get along really well together. Yeah, that's what I want now, just you. I want you to be my slave."
"Oh, I will, Curt," she smiled. "I'll do anything you want, anything at all."
"That's what I like to hear," he said, feeling his cock stirring slightly inside her body. Her flesh was glowing under his, her massive tits heaving.
"I'll make you happy," she said. "Just give me a chance."
Curt didn't need any convincing. "Well, I guess it's sure worth a try," he laughed. "You learn quickly."
"You know, that was fun," Cissy smiled at Ricky as the car drifted slowly down the street. " I never thought I would be able to get enjoyment out of it, but, wow, it really turned me on."
"That's right, baby," Ricky smiled. "If that little whore hadn't burst in we would have really got something going."
"Speak of the devil."
The headlights played over the empty street, but at the end of the block they could barely make out the figure of a young girl walking slowly in the cold night.
"It's her," Cissy said. "She must have gotten away."
Ricky accelerated down the street. Ann, suspecting nothing, continued walking slowly until the car pulled up beside her.
"Hey, bitch, come here!" Ricky called out.
Ann turned, but the headlights blinded her. She was shivering. Ricky opened the door and ran towards her.
"Get away from me!" she shouted.
"Calm down," Ricky smiled, "we'll take you home."
She frowned. "I can't go home."
"Sure you can. Come on, hop in, well explain everything to you parents."
"They'll kill me."
"Well lie."
"I don't know," she frowned again, stepping back.
"You can't stay out all night, you'll freeze," Ricky said. "Come on, it's late."
Cissy's eyes were gleaming with joy as Ricky led the girl back to the car and helped her in the back seat. Hoping in again, Ricky sped off down the street.
"It's nice of you to help out," Ann sighed. "Think nothing of it," Cissy grinned, winking at Ricky.
After what seemed like a long drive, Ann was almost sleeping in the back seat when the car stopped. Jumping up, she looked out the window and found the neighborhood unfamiliar.
"We're home," Cissy turned and smiled.
"This isn't my house," Ann said worriedly.
"No, but it's ours," Ricky grinned.
"Oh no!"
"You can't go home at this hour," Cissy explained. "Come on in and spend the night. Well take you home in the morning."
Ann had little choice. She was cold, tired, and had no idea where she was at the moment.
She followed Ricky and Cissy into an apartment building, rode silently up in the elevator, and dropped down on the couch when they entered the apartment.
"Don't get too comfortable, bitch," Ricky grinned. "You ain't going to sleep just yet."
Ann stood up. "You're not going I to hurt me, are you? Oh, not again."
Cissy's coat was off. "Shut up, you don't have a leg to stand on. We're going to teach you a few things, right now."
Ricky stood near the couch and stripped off his shirt. Muscles rippled on his wide, hard back. "Take off your clothes, you'll feel more comfortable."
Ann broke for the door, but Ricky stuck out his foot and brought her crashing to the rug. Reaching down, he gripped the back of her blouse and with one strong yank ripped it in two.
"Oh, look what you've done!" Ann screamed.
"That settles it," Ricky said. "You can't go home like that."
"School is starting," Cissy smiled, reaching back to undo her bra strap. "You're going to be a good student, aren't you?"
Ann's head was reeling. -She didn't believe anyone could go through so much in one night. I should have stayed home, she thought, anything is better than this. Even her father. She knew that if and when he got hold of her again, after she had spent the night away, he would surely do her in. She didn't expect to see daylight again for a long while.
But there were other things on her mind at the moment, namely, the bare, quivering body of Cissy, and the hard, naked body of Ricky as they stood around her hands on hips and glared mockingly at her.
"Now you listen to me," Cissy said sternly. "You're name is Ann Thomas. We know that. It won't be hard to find your phone number. And we know what you've been through. The choice is yours. Either you strip right now and submit to us, or I get on the phone and call your father. I'll tell him you came over here with a gun, his gun, most likely, and tried to get Ricky to fuck you."
"You wouldn't!" she shrieked. "Watch me."
She went to the phone book. Ricky stood over the girl, his thick stalk rock-hard under his briefs, to make sure she didn't break for the door.
"What street do you live on?" Cissy asked.
"I'll never tell you," Ann glared.
"Oh no?" Ricky reached down and grabbed her by the neck, picking her right up off the floor and holding her in the air. She gagged madly for breath as he choked her. "What street, baby?"
"No," she gagged.
"WHAT STREET?" Ricky screamed, slapping her savagely across the face with the back of his other hand. She was turning red with lack of breath. "ALVIN!" she tried to scream.
Ricky dropped the frail girl to the rug, where she lay with her hands around her bruised neck, trying to regain her breath.
"Here it is," Cissy announced, finger in the phone book. "I've got the number."
"Your choice, baby," Ricky said.
"No, I won't do anything, I've had it!" Ann cried.
"Here goes," Cissy shrugged, starting to dial.
Ann stared at the woman in total disbelief. She wouldn't. She couldn't. But she was. Right now, she thought, the phone is ringing in my house. My father is awake. Oh, shit, what can I do?
"Make up your mind," Cissy said. "Any second now I'm going to seal your doom."
The girl was trembling madly. "Please, don't tell him!"
"Submit," Cissy smiled.
"I can't!"
"Hello, is this Mr. Thomas?"
"I WILL!" Ann screamed. Cissy slammed down the phone. "Wise decision. I wasn't bluffing."
"All right, baby, let's get going," Ricky said, stripping down his briefs and letting his thick, enflamed tool snap upwards on his belly, fully erect.
Ann howled in utter fear as she saw the huge member before her face. "Oh, don't make me."
"I want her to suck on my pussy," Cissy said. "You heard her, "Ricky smiled. "Take off those clothes and start lapping."
The girl stood up and glared back. But when Cissy walked towards the phone again, she began removing her shredded clothes. By the time she was naked, Ricky's cock was puking with an even greater lust, as he stared in delight at the girl's white, bare flesh.
"Over here, darling," Cissy said, sitting on the couch and spreading her naked thighs. "It better be good, too."
The girl walked sheepishly to the woman, knelt down between her parted thighs, and dropped her hands to her body. Under her, Cissy's wide, pink cunt lips were glistening in anticipation.
"Dive in, dear," Cissy smirked.
The girl bent her head slowly, smelling the strong aroma of the woman's needing cunt. When her lips brushed against her thick, wet hair, she pulled back, but Cissy pulled her head in again and locked her tightly between her thighs.
The girl had no choice but to suck. Her lips caressed the wet red lips, then her tongue edged out and nudged her swollen clitoris.
"Oh, that's it, baby, that's beautiful," Cissy beamed, lolling her head back to savor the girl's careful caress.
Ann ate steadily on Cissy's pussy, parting her oozing flaps and sucking the trembling bud of her clit into her mouth. Cissy shook with delight, thrusting her hips upwards into Ann's face and moaning loudly as she felt the girl's probing tongue slipping between her cunt lips and entering the tight channel of her pussy.
Ann's only thought was to avoid pain. She had had enough. I'll do anything they want, she said to herself, drinking in Cissy's ample cunt juice, as long as they don't hurt me. I'll be their slave if they want, as long as I stay away from my father, and as long as I can please them without enraging Ricky.
Ricky's only thoughts, however, were of the white, shimmering flesh of the young girl kneeling between Cissy's fleshy gams. His cock was throbbing so furiously he thought he couldn't wait another moment. If Cissy doesn't come soon, I'll have to interrupt, he thought.
But it did not take long before Cissy began bucking her hips and screaming madly, flying into her orgasm with a wild shriek. Still the girl sucked, wanting only to please her, lapping furiously at her love juice and ripping her clit out from her face greedily.
"That's enough, baby," Ricky said, as soon as Cissy started to slow her convulsions. "Over here now, and hurry."
Ann went willingly to Ricky, and knelt at his feet. "Just don't hit me," she begged. "I'll do anything."
"Suck on my asshole," Ricky glared down at her.
Ann retched, but obeyed. Kneeling under Ricky's spread legs she reached up and parted his buttocks, then lapped delicately along his slice until she felt his whole body trembling in delight.
"Wonderful, baby, wonderful!" Ricky sighed. "Your breath is just so warm, and that tongue!"
"She's fantastic," Cissy smiled, sitting back fully satisfied and relaxed on the couch. She could still feel Ann's saliva on her cunt lips, mingling with her oozing love juice. "I could have her suck on my pussy for days."
Ann clamped her lips firmly over Ricky's shit-chute, and sucked hard. Ricky squirmed in glee. Her tongue lapped out and slipped gracefully along his hot slice, then entered the puckered jaws of his asshole and bore in as far as she could.
"Use your finger," Ricky ordered, eyes closed to savor her caress.
Obediently she slipped on thin finger through the wet jaws and pushed it deeply into his rear channel. She could feel his body rocking in pleasure as she pushed on, stopping only when her knuckle was flush against his buttocks.
"Oh, shit, that's fantastic!" Ricky bellowed. "Suck on my cock, the cock, hurry!"
Ann pulled her lips from his bunghole and with her free hand pulled his arching tool downwards towards her face. Her finger was still worming in and out of her asshole. She opened her eyes just before her lips met his cock and found the crown bloated and reddened, as if it were about to burst.
Ricky too could feel that it was about to explode. Shit, he thought, just one touch, just one kiss, and I'm going to fill her mouth with the hottest gism she'll ever taste.
Her lips closed slowly around the bulging organ, tightening around the bulbous head and sucking gently on the warm, soothing cockflesh. This isn't so bad, she thought. It's certainly better than putting up with my father.
"Go down, baby, go down!" Ricky whimpered.
She slipped slowly along the thick trunk, moving a hot ring of wet heat along the throbbing stalk until she felt the head pushing against the back of her mouth. Slipping upwards, she sucked on the head again, then started down to the base.
"Oh, shit, she's so warm, so wet, so WONDERFUL!" Ricky screamed as he felt his gism swelling his cockhead to the full, her finger was still thrilling his impaled asshole. "HERE IT COMES!"
Ann felt first the sudden stiffening of the post in her mouth, the hardening of the cockhead against the back of her throat, then the strong, sudden spurt of wetness deep in her mouth as Ricky screamed and blasted the first spurt of hot love juice into her gut.
Squirt after squirt of the juicy cream exploded into her mouth as Ricky shook with rapture, clenching his buttocks to thrill his asshole and lunging inwards to push his rod deeper and deeper into her wet mouth. By the time his balls were empty, Ann's mouth was filled to the brim with scalding seed.
"Swallow It!" Ricky barked.
She swallowed quickly, feeling the slimy fluid dripping down her throat. Ricky slipped his cock from her mouth and ordered her to remove the digit from his asshole.
"That was great, baby. Now, lick it clean."
Like an obedient child Ann held the deflating member in her fingers and started to twirl her nimble tongue over the come-wetted hose. The very tip of her implement lapped over Ricky's thrilled cockhead.
"Great, baby, wow, that feels great! Don't stop."
"It's clean," Ann whispered. "Keep going," Ricky said, "you're driving me crazy."
The longer Ann licked over the rod, the harder it got. Within minutes Ricky was standing over her with another long, thick, hard erection, the tip bloated, his balls taut underneath. Her tongue could pick up the vibrations of hot blood through the staff as she curled it over the dry flesh.
Soon, it was wet again, but this time from her warm saliva. Ricky was holding her head steady, guiding her in and out along the staff.
"Put it in your mouth again," he said.
"Wait a minute," Cissy cried out. "You just finished. What about me?"
"What about me?" Ann whimpered.
"I almost forgot," Ricky chuckled. "I'll tell you what. Instead of sucking on my cock again, I'm going to ram it into your juicy little twat. How does that sound?"
"Oh, no," Ann cried.
"You'll love it," Ricky smiled. "I'm going to fuck you so hard you wont know which end is up. As a matter of fact, I just might decide to fuck you up the ass."
The length of hard cockflesh in her hand made Ann wonder what would happen to her if it was pushed into her body. Her cunt would rip to shreds, she thought. But there was something about its heat, its stiffness, that made her long to feel it inside her. But what about the asshole? No, she thought, she certainly couldn't take that.
"I'm waiting," Cissy called out.
"Cool off, bitch," Ricky snarled, "or I'll fill your asshole instead."
Ann gripped the tool firmly, squeezing it curiously and rubbing her palms over the burning flesh as Ricky's balls swung loosely underneath. She thought she detected a slight wetness in her pussy.
"That's great, baby," Ricky grinned. "I think we're going to get along fine together."
"I think we're all going to get along just dandy," Cissy said from the couch. "You've got a new home, darling. Now, come on over here and start sucking on my pussy."