Chapter 11
A burst of white light from the humming projector hidden in the raw wood paneling bathed the screen in a colorless splash. . . and then Cindy's lust-dilated pupils focused on a young naked girl not over fifteen years old.
"Our little runaway, Rhonda," smirked Zelda, laying down beside Cindy's roped-down body, running her fingertips in teasing circles around Cindy's puckered navel.
On all fours, the girl's long blonde hair mopped about her baby face, the camera lens picking up glistening streaks of tears scalding her flushed cheeks, her chin trembling pathetically. She scampered across the floor, her rosebud mouth opening in a silent scream as behind her strong hands, cut out of the picture's frame, yanked at her ankles brutally, flopping her flat on her naked stomach. Cindy winced at the tree trunk sized erection that could only belong to Paul Comstock himself . . . poking up in the background. On film, Rhonda reared up on her haunches like a frightened horse as the camera swept over the clothed buttocks of a second man in front. The two men swiveled her cringing body around in a sideways profile view, and the faceless man in front grabbed her by the hair and forced her to kneel in front of him. Like a groveling, begging animal. . . thought Cindy.
Aaaahhhh! The girl's head snapped back as a hand struck her cheek, her mouth ovaling in protest, tears pouring down her cheeks. The faceless man straightened his legs and spread them apart giving her room to crawl between them, as she cowered there, giving up the fight as he tangled his hands in her long blonde tresses and pulled her head down, grinding his crotch up against her face to give her a preview of the hard, blunt-tipped coming attraction.
Oh dear Lord! Cindy blinked at the screen. Another victim of Zelda's torture chamber. Good God! How could a woman enjoy cruelty to those of her same sex. She could well understand a woman wanting to degrade and torture a man, make him crawl as men had made women crawl since he first realized that meaty stalk between his legs could do more than relieve his bladder. Even her own Mama would agree to that.. . but tkisl Cindy sucked in her breath, her thoughts instantly aborted as Zelda's light fingered touch feathered across her pussy curls, salacious as a cool breath on her inflamed genitals.
Up on the screen naked Rhonda submissively stationed herself between the man's legs while he ground his crotch up into her pretty face, his hard erection bumping unevenly over her fear tightened features. The man's mouth moved and staring pale-faced up at him, the girl fumbled with the man's zipper for a moment, her delicate polished fingertips delving fearfully into the folds of fabric until she pulled it out . . . a redly seeping, purple tipped cudgel. The girl's mouth opened in a scream, but the man grabbed her hand brutally and forcefully wrapped it around his cock, skinning it back so that the shiny head popped out from the thick foreskin a scant few inches from her bulging, tearing eyes.
The girl balked, but the man stopped her actions short as he pulled her to him until her closed lips were pressed tightly against the slippery, rubbery tip.
Cindy watched, her body ready to erupt in a scream. That's how she had looked, victimized and beaten before Zelda insisted Guy rape her mouth. Don't give in, don't give in! Cindy chanted silently to the girl on the screen. The dark haired hiker licked her lips once more, lapping up the remnants of Guy's strong tasting sperm. Would Rhonda break and succumb to her torture the same way Cindy had. . . reveling in subjugation, loving the helplessness, craving the degradation? "Ohhhh. . . . " Cindy whimpered as Zelda's fingertip made a few pleasing, polishing strokes over Cindy's thumping clitoris.
Rhonda refused to open her mouth, pressing her lips together tightly, trying in vain to pull free of the man's steely grip. Cindy sucked in her breath, mesmerized by this film which so ominously depicted her own hapless fate.
Behind the blonde, Paul had picked up a belt and swung the heavy leather strap, snapping it across the girl's shivering buttocks. His teeth were bared, his cheeks flushed, and Cindy withered: she had yet to fall victim to Paul's lust. Cindy winced, imagining the biting sting and hissing sound of the leather raising red welts on the girl's naked buttocks. As Rhonda's young lips parted in a sudden shock of pain, the thick, seeping cock rammed forward, hitting its target with perfect aim. The girl's pretty, innocent face scrunched up distastefully, and Cindy could almost taste the first pearl of pre-cum as the girl now tasted it. She reddened, coughed and sputtered as the man shoved his loins against her baby face while behind, Paul held her firmly.
"Pretty thing, isn't she?" muttered Zelda, casually teasing Cindy's blazing genitals with lazy strokes.
On the screen the hips began a slow ball bearing-like rotation, the thick cock sliding in and out of her mouth with mounting fury. Paul moved into the frame and his grin? widened with each grunt from the mouth-raping man. Decisively Zelda's husband dropped the belt and went at the girl's ass cheeks with hungry hands, tweaking and teasing the small buds of her pubescent breasts, too. His fingers kneaded her flesh hungrily as he watched his companion's thick hot cock sawing into the girl's wide stretched glistening lips.
"Look familiar, darling?" cooed Zelda beside Cindy. "Can't you just taste his cum, can't you feel Paul's fingers on your titties?"
Oh God! Cindy blinked her eyes. Yes, yes, she could! She watched the fifteen year old's expression change from shriveling fear to easy submission as she ran her tongue around the slimy lubricated tip, wet looking in the camera's eye. Cindy gaped in awe as the man's penis throbbed and pulsated on the screen as if his cum would spurt in sticky threads out of the screen right into her mouth!
A dry gulp choked Cindy's throat as she realized this man would cum into that poor girl's mouth the way Guy had cum in hers, and her mind screamed in defense of virgins everywhere. Apparently Rhonda's mind was screaming in protest too, for a growlish expression crossed her innocent face and she clamped her teeth tightly down on the man's cock.
"Aaaaaaargggghhhhh!" Everybody in the room could hear the man's silent scream. In the corner Guy sucked in his breath and grabbed himself defensively, while Paul, sitting lazily in the chair tweaked at Sonia's nipples and chuckled.
On the screen Paul picked up his belt and towered above the girl, only his hairy legs showing in the frame now. Rhonda's body heaved and jerked as the belt sang across her reddened buttocks. Tears, obviously of pain, flowed down her face, but she sucked on the man's penis nonetheless, her long dark eyelashes fanning to dry her tears, all fight beaten out of her. The blood heavy cock rammed mercilessly into her pretty face, mashing into it, flattening her nose. Suddenly, he pulled it all the way out and slammed it back in so hard the girl rocked on her heels. Arching his pelvis up toward her face, he pressed against Rhonda's silken cheeks with the tips of his pudgy fingers so that her mouth was screwed tighter around it. Gripping her head between his hands, his balls exploding with their juices, he rammed his penis all the way to her tonsils.
Even on the screen, Cindy could see the hot sticky sperm shoot in a thick stream deep into her sucking mouth. But he held her head in front of him, waiting for his testicles to spurt out the dregs of his cum. Rhonda's Adams apple bobbed in rapid rhythm, swallowing the gushing sperm squirting into her throat, her face wrinkling in a protesting wail as the man collapsed back on his haunches, pulling the withered tube of his penis from her sucking mouth. Cindy gaped as the girl licked her lips, eating up every stringy trickle of the man's cum. God . . . I looked that depraved!
In back of her, Rhonda must have felt hands working at her buttocks, for she cast a fearful glance over her shoulder to see Paul drawing the cheeks apart, his thumbs pressuring the crevice wide apart. Rhonda tried to wrench away, but to no avail.
From his comfortable perch Paul stared amusedly at the home movies, remembering how he had taunted Rhonda into tickling his balls while the others in the room watched his triumph-especially his wife. On the screen he watched Rhonda reaching back to stroke his hairy balls, treating them like crown jewels, fearful of hurting, thus angering him. With his bony knees he pushed her creamy thighs wider apart, the hair of his legs abrading the insides of hers. God, that chick had a beautiful ass, he mused now, reaching down to pinch Sonia's nipple, contemplating how differently women responded to sex. Had it been Sonia instead of Rhonda, she would have begged him to stick his finger in her ass!
A palling silence fell over the room as on the screen Paul held the girl's buttocks wide apart and pressed his infamously fat cock at the cringing hole of her anus. The girl's head flew back, jaw slackened in a silent scream. Suddenly, other hands were upon her, holding her down at the shoulders, pressing her to the floor. In battering lunges his thighs thrust hers forward, his arms holding her hips tight to his.
Laying on the floor, Cindy shared every excruciating pain and humiliation with the fifteen year old girl on the screen. Though she was a neophyte at sex, she imagined sodomy to be like flicking a Band-Aid off a hair-covered wound . . . searingly painful, biting and excruciating, and so she did not find it one bit amusing when on the screen Paul's penis thundered right up into the girl's rectum, his upper lip curling from the effort.
Out of the corner of one brown eye Cindy glowered over at Paul who sat sipping champagne contentedly, his handsome features almost God-like in the flickering light of the projector. She loathed his good looks, she loathed his complacency, and she loathed his brutal treatment of the girl on the screen. Now and then a little snicker rumbled from his throat and Cindy correctly imagined that his penis was getting hard from watching second-hand macho brutality. That disgusted her to the core. A new wave of indignation and pride possessed her and she repeated her vow, "Never . . . ! "
Paul dipped his fingers into the peanut bowl and crunched on a handful bovinely, reliving last week and feeling his penis bloat with memory. Little Rhonda had the tightest asshole he'd ever tried to plug, so tight he swore she had screws on it. She'd put up a fuss, working against her pain until she caught the rhythm of it and relaxing her sphincter muscle, rammed back in time to his buttocks flattening thrusts. Her anal hole had felt all buttery smooth and warm and snug around his blood heavy cock, and despite her pleading and screams, Rhonda had loved it. His loins still ached from the satiny feel of her buttocks moving in tiny circles and the kittenish mewls bubbling from her baby throat. Like all females, once she'd eased into the sensation of it, Rhonda had wanted him to spurt his hot juicy cum up into her asshole.
Kneeling above her, Paul had watched the reddish skin of the little round hole draw back with his prick, clutching it as if it didn't want to come out and he had watched his bloated penis disappear right up her fifteen year old ass with every hammering stroke. That puckering little button swallowed up all but half an inch of it. Paul began to drub cruelly into her then, hard and fast, battering her quivering buttocks with his slamming hips while gripping her waist hard with his steely fingers, squeezing the spare flesh into oozing shapes.
On the screen Rhonda's naked body undulated this way and that, her satiny skin shimmering with a translucent film of perspiration, her eyes wild and glassy as she flayed her head from side to side, whipping her long blonde tresses in a honeyed fan.
Oh, dear Jesus . . . she's starting to like it! Cindy strained at her ropes, her own eyes glassy as doll eyes from Zelda's teasing fingertips playing over her crying cunt, rubbing at the oily nub of her clitoris every fifth or sixth stroke. Paul is going to take me in the rectum . . . this film is part of their torture, but now that I know their plan I can make.. . my body stop grinding. . .oh, cripes. . . she's rubbing my clitoris again.. . I don't think.. . I can stand much more of thissssss! Cindy's eyelids fluttered ecstatically and she arched her back off the bear skin rug, ramming her pelvis down into Zelda's massaging hand, feeling herself spin off into a universe of exploding firecrackers until.. .
Zelda lifted her hand and poked a finger into Cindy's lust gaping mouth. "Taste it, honey? Good, isn't it?"
"Oh, please . . . " Cindy's cheeks burned with frustration and the humiliation of tasting her own excitement.
"Please . . . what, darling?" Zelda's fingers were back on Cindy's rosebud nipples, tweaking, pinching.
Don't you dare say it! Cindy clenched her eyes shut, clamped her jaw determinedly and shook her head, opening her eyes seconds later to see the fifteen year old victim slamming back against Paul's punishing penis.
From the perfidiously twisted look on Paul's face, it appeared that he wouldn't stop until he'd split Rhonda's body wide open like an animal carcass prepared for the spit. His purple knobbed prick was huge and heavy, as if it had ripened in the last few seconds, and his mouth flew open, his head back as he gasped above her. One more time he shoved forward with an almighty thrust that must have torn through the walls of Rhonda's quivering belly. Nobody had to tell Cindy that Paul had splattered his sticky cum into Rhonda's rectum right then. The girl's body had stiffened, as she knelt slave-like in front of him, buttocks still waving high in the air and pressed tight back against his hairy loins as he poured his seed into her anal passage, filling her soft rectum to the bursting point with warm, sticky wetness. Silently he mouthed his final delight and collapsed on top of her, crushing her ravished body flat down against the mattress.
The whizzing, crackling sound of film pulling off the. spool was the only sound in the room, except for low, anguished groans from the rope-tied virgin whose only cogent thought was: He's going to rape me in the anus, too. He will . . . he will.. . Her sore rectum ached in defense, but that was a mere pinprick compared to the scalding bite of fear when Zelda rose to her feet.
The bronze Amazon ordering her troops, thought Cindy dully, shuddering from the lecherous dictator's expected command. She didn't have to ask for attention, so pervasive was her power. "Now it's angel titties turn to suck my pussy."
Cindy shriveled inside, staring up at the woman's swollen breasts capped with brown puckered nipples, her deep tan almost Negroid in the dim light. Waves of lesbian debauchery formed a murky aura radiating from her heated erogenous zones, adding to her insurmountable wantonness. "Do a good job and maybe I'll untie you afterward . . . "
"No.. . no . . . get away from me!" rebelled Cindy, thrashing her head from side to side as she felt Zelda's naked body sliding down next to hers, her blonde curled pussy hovering directly over Cindy's mouth.
"Never!" hissed the virgin through clenched teeth. "Never!"