Chapter 8
Jed dug the end of his whittled cane deep into the gravel bed of the rippling mountain stream and hobbled from one moss-slippery rock to the next, each step shooting knife-blade pains from the swollen knob of his knee down to the ball of his blistered foot and back up his hard-muscled thigh. The double load burdening his shoulders laid excruciating pressure on his cub-mauled back on this, the second day of wandering aimlessly in the woods trying to find evidence of Cindy.
Cindy.. . oh God! He ached every time the name popped into his brain.
He shaded his sunburned forehead with the side of his hand and squinted dizzily into the distance where the trees opened onto what resembled.. . oh, Jesus, could it be.. . a trail! Hallelujah! With quicker steps he scrambled up the river bank, the shale crumbling under his hiking boots.
Everyone was on their second bottle of dry French champagne when Zelda's velvety tongue rammed straight for Cindy's tight cuntal depths with a hot flicking motion that made the nineteen-year-old sink her nails into her palms and bite her lip to keep from wailing as the explosive thrill shattered her virginal flesh. Like a maddening whip of pleasure that snaking tongue wriggled and probed deep in her sensitive pussy flesh, sending blissful jolts of hellish lust erupting along its path. Scalding tears of shame filled Cindy's closed eyes as she squirmed and writhed in desperate passion under Zelda's expert oral attack.
Cindy had steeled herself for a shock, but not for the fiery wet thrills that Zelda's tongue sparked inside her virginal cunt as it lapped and stung her burning flesh in electrifying sparks, sucking at her cuntal mouth as if it were a succulent shellfish. Nobody, not even her frigid mother could tolerate this teasing, thought Cindy as her body slowly succumbed to the wild licking and sucking.
Oh, God! Cindy pulled against the ropes burning into her ankles and wrists, trying to raise her legs high and lock her thighs around the blonde tormentor's face and lunge her bliss-torn pussy into Zelda's hungry mouth. Her fingers itched to reach down and pull her female rapist's head into the hairy mouth between her legs, as the first tickle of an orgasm began to numb her loins, fingertips and toes. But no . . . once she surrendered mentally as well as physically, she would be as perverted as the groaning woman devouring her hot pussy and pinching and squeezing Cindy's nakedly quivering asscheeks until red fingermarks blemished their whiteness.
Maybe she couldn't scream, but she could peek at Zelda's bobbing blonde head down between the sinewy cords of her wide-stretched thighs, and the bronzed asscheeks wriggling high behind grinding in rhythm to Zelda's maddened cunt-sucking. Cindy sucked in her breath and closed her eyes; the sight of another naked woman hunched beneath her black pussy curls was so shocking and disgusting-yet so hellishly exciting-the flushed nineteen-year-old wondered if the bear had killed her and this was her purgatory . . . or whatever the Gentiles believed in.
"Huuugggh!" Oh God! Cindy suddenly saw sparks behind her eyelids as Zelda's teeth nibbled at the oily marble of her clitoris, then sucked that magic button until it was all the wildly panting girl could do to keep from shrieking with hysterical excitement.
Jed never made me feel like this.. .oh, I'm getting as bad as she is!
Every nerve in Cindy's shuddering body ached to slam her ravaged young thighs smashing into Zelda's beautiful face. Her fingertips were tingling with tiny shocks of orgasmic joy. The ache spread like a contagious disease from her hotly tormented pussy flesh down to her trembling legs and upward to the hard strawberry tips of her nipples, but the delirious virgin clung savagely to her pride and determination, resorting to thoughts of her mother's warnings about sex when she feared she might lose control and scream out her lust.
You warned me about men, Mama.. . but you said nothing about females!
She withered inside, imagining her mother's horror if she could see her youngest daughter tied up like this, her naked young body roped to the furniture, squirming and squealing as a woman tongue fucked the virgin pussy too precious for even dear Jed to touch. She gritted her teeth and vowed not to surrender to these perverts despite . . . Oh, God, what's she doing down there now? . . . what they did to her. Perspiration popped out on Cindy's silken forehead from the effort of holding in her screams.
Maybe if she concentrated on the evil of these people ogling down at her raped body she could rouse enough hatred for them to feel nothing. But as her brown eyes swung toward them, her lust began to spread in new directions with involuntary fury. Paul Comstock was playing with the timid sandy-haired man's wife, his thick fingers gouging into her cunt while she pawed at his genitals and lunged her pussy mound against his open hand. Her small, taut-nippled breasts were panting impatiently and Cindy could see, even in the shadowed firelight, the purple veins throb on Paul's stalk of man-flesh. It was all so garishly obscene, with Sonia's naked husband standing just a few feet away from them, with his own lust-bloated erection quivering above his dangling scrotum, that the sight of the three of them primed for sex spurred Cindy's seething lust to boiling degrees. It was inevitable: both men would rape her, stick their filthy fingers into her vagina and . . . yes, even the smoldering-eyed housewife was watching
Cindy with a hungry expression.
Zelda went about her task furiously. So the little bitch is too stubborn to scream, huh? Zelda gave it her all, darting her hot tongue in and out of the brunette's slippery cuntal hole so fast it felt like a battery-run dildo, and Cindy felt her tenuous control stagger and reel like a drunk on an uphill journey. Explosive barbs of eroticism raced through her boiling blood and forced her to bite her lip so brutally she tasted her own blood. Her black curls thrashed from side to side while tears of shame and defeat ran down her cheeks to dampen the bear skin rug, her soft nakedness covered in a sheet of fiery sensual chills, and her asscheeks grinding in bliss as Zelda whipped her tongue up into the frothy hole, sparking the virgin's first raging climax of the evening.
"Ohhhhh . . . nngghhhh . . . " Cindy arched her body in a bow-shaped curve, pulling at the taut ropes, fighting the rising wail of ecstasy in her throat. Her goose-bumped breasts quivered in the air, streaked with the hot orange flames that made the fine veil of sweat shimmer on her body, and her madly milking young vagina spasmed, the muscles tightening then relaxing, trying to draw Zelda's tongue out by the roots. Beneath her, Zelda's long painted fingernails dug cruelly into her flesh, scraping the skin.
Cindy gritted her teeth so hard her nose began to run, but still a dim high-pitched moan echoed in the fire-lit cabin as the knot of pent-up, excruciating excitement in her belly began to burst and the realization that it was her own voice gave the girl a final gust of resistance and pride.
"Never-never-never!" The last word was screamed as Cindy gasped, trying to ignore the frothing wave of lust eating away at her insides.
At that moment Zelda jerked her mouth away and sat up, smirking as she ran her tongue over her juicy lips, her breasts heaving, her cheeks wet with Cindy's unstoppable cuntal secretions. Oh, no! Why did she stop? Cindy stiffened in anguish and her chocolate eyes, glazed in lust, flew open to stare challengingly at the tormentor. Oh, God . . . I'm going crazy . . . it itches down there.. . I'm dimming, oh please, please, my pussy s on fire!! !
Mute as the day she was born, Cindy whimpered agonizingly, and in spite of the savage throb in her virginal passage, she felt a wild rush of pride at her startling victory. No begging . . . not aloud, anyway. Yes, she told herself, jaw set determinedly, they couldn't win her over.
And then as Cindy stared into Zelda Comstock's mocking eyes, the innocent suddenly realized with a stab of horror, that this cruel trick was only the prologue, a mere foreshadowing of what was yet to come. The red cloud of panic and the black cloud of doom that welled up in the shattered girl's clammy, trembling body couldn't compete with the seething, torturous ache that had left her on the verge of hysteria.
I won't beg for it, I won't! Oh, Jed.. . why aren't you ever there to help me?! Yes, she had been left on the brink before . . .
But something in the grinning blonde's wet-lipped expression suggested that Cindy might eat her own words before the night was out. Shivering, she watched as Zelda wiped the virgin milk from her cheeks with her painted fingertips and licked them afterwards.
"Oh, darling," she said, holding out her middle finger threaded with female juices. "I wouldn't want to be greedy. Here, angel titties, taste yourself."
Cindy's eyes saucered in revulsion as the woman got down on her haunches and smeared the pungent liquid on her victim's tautly drawn-in lips.
The taste of defeat tainted Cindy Weinstein's lips.. .
"Somebody get our princess something to drink," Zelda ordered the other three as she climbed over Cindy's tied legs and lay stomach-down facing the tense and frustrated brunette on the bear skin rug. The full sensual outline of her glistening lips curved in a teasing grin and she leaned on her elbow, freeing the other hand to rub Cindy's cuntal juices from between her goose-bumped legs upward over her cream-white belly.
"All frothed up down there, aren't you doll?" whispered Zelda throatily, tormenting the shivering girl as her fingers slid down to rub Cindy's swollen pussy lips. Cold-bloodedly aware of its teeth-chattering effects, she spread the copious juices up and around her clitoris to make the girl moan and suck in her breath. "Your cunt is so delicious, sweetheart, it's a shame to let Paul ram that monster of his into your cherry," purred Zelda. "But I think you'd love it.. . and that's why he won't-not yet"
Cindy sobbed, feeling a strange wave of relief mingled with disappointment ripple through her inflamed body. Frustration seethed in her blood and raged in her genitals in white hot flames, and it was obvious that the diabolical blonde who now dallied and teased at her pulsating erogenous zones wasn't going to let the pressure ease for a second. Zelda supported Cindy's head and shoved a glassful of champagne to her parched and bleeding lips and the girl drank it thirstily, wincing as the liquor stung her empty belly. A moment later her tanned flesh flushed with heat and she cringed as her body began to hum with electrical tension as the champagne weakened her defenses.
"Wrists getting sore, baby? Want me to untie you now?" Zelda murmured, pinching Cindy's swollen left nipple between her forefinger and thumb to add to the agony.
"Yes . . . " Cindy hissed, turning to stare into Zelda's shining dark eyes, believing her.
"Then beg," chuckled Zelda, tweaking the girl's inflamed breast cruelly in her hand. "Swear that you'll eat my pussy and then Sonia's, and then put your hot little mouth on my husband's cock and suck him dry before you blow Sonia's husband. Promise me that, Sugar, and I'll untie the ropes."
"Never!" The nineteen-year-old's face turned beet-red with shame and fresh tears brimmed over in her glazed eyes. "Do all the horrible things you want to me, you . . . you perverts, but I'll never beg."
"Ah, innocence is so touching," the blonde sighed with mockery, smoothing her hand down beneath Cindy's softly curved buttocks and probing in between the damp crevice.
The rope-bound virgin gasped and whimpered as a sharp fingernail thrust into her tight elastic anus and wriggled lewdly inside. She simmered with new humiliation at this depraved intrusion, but each time Zelda jerked her extended finger, Cindy flexed her asscheeks in pain, tightening the pressure around the finger, goring it that much deeper.
Zelda glanced smolderingly over at her handsome husband who stared fixedly down at the ripe-bodied brunette, his hand rubbing frantically at Sonia's pussy while the overanxious swapper mewled and toyed with his penis. Paul wanted Cindy's cherry, and Zelda had no intentions of disappointing him, but first she wanted this girl's body buzzing as if she'd swallowed ten Spanish flies . . . and that meant her husband would have to wait.
"Sonia, darling, why don't you show Cindy the proper way to give a blow-job? On my husband, of course. Paul's carrying quite a load there, and I know you'll love the taste." Zelda cocked an eyebrow in Guy's direction; a red aura of envy radiated from him.
Oh God, Cindy wondered as she listened in horror. How could people be so warped and unashamed? Cindy stiffened and a hot bolt of pain scorched her brain as she realized that Zelda's purpose wasn't just to crush Cindy's spirit and create a sex-slave for her entertainment-the lust-infected woman wanted to reduce Cindy to her own sewer-level of moral turpitude. Wanted to beat her down into a pithy pulp of lust and create a baby doll replica of corruption, an insatiable, macabre animal like herself. Never.. . !
"What about me?" Guy spoke up indignantly from his corner. Just to look at his hang-dog look, one might have expected to see a dunce cap on his head. His pale blue eyes raked over Cindy's soft, defenseless curves, eating her up with his eyes. "Who do I get?"
Insipid bastard, thought Zelda. "Come on down here with us if you can't stand to be alone," grinned Zelda. "After Cindy watches your wife go down on my husband, maybe she'll have learned enough to give your prick a good suck and maybe that will take the frown off your face, Guy."
Sonia, hearing those words, lifted her head from Paul's shoulder and glowered quizzically at the naked blonde on the floor, trying to decipher the meaning of her crisp intonations and, finding it too difficult a task for her lust-obsessed mind, grabbed harder onto Paul's cock and stroked it possessively.
Zelda's fescinnine words brought a faint mewl of agony from Cindy's lips and she tugged futilely at the thick ropes binding her aching wrists and ankles. The blonde persecutor threw her head back and laughed at the virgin's helplessness, then pooched out her lips and slavered her tongue around Cindy's sensitive armpit and widely spaced milky breasts, watching the girl gasp and twitch with involuntary delight as the titillating sensations shivered through her soft body. Power-driven adrenaline charged through Zelda's electrified body.
Eagerly, Guy clambered down on all fours on the other side of the spread eagled innocent, his champagne and cigarette breath rasping on her fear contorted face as he kneaded the succulent flesh of her right breast in his big thick fingers. Walled in by hot naked flesh, her smooth thighs crushed between the older blonde's soft wet pussy and Guy's stiffly throbbing penis, her squirming ass cheeks still impaled by Zelda's lewdly gorging finger.
But through a haze of tears Cindy couldn't avoid peeking at Guy's slender kittenish wife kneeling nakedly before Paul's blood leaded cock and lovingly caressing it in her fingers, her succulent lips parted and ready.
Sonia's eagerness rode the red line of limits. "You don't really have to cum in my mouth do you?" she whispered up at the leering man whose he-man looks made her feel every bit the weaker sex. "Can't you cum in her mouth?" she implored, gesturing at Cindy who gagged mentally at the thought of being choked with a salty flood of burning semen.
Paul ground his jaws together. You dumb bitch, he thought, don't be stupid enough to think you've got the guts to call the shots around here.. . "Suck it," he ordered sternly. "Swallow it baby, every juicy drop. I admire nerve. If you want your husband to get a-head in my business, you'd better make this the wildest blow job of your life. Now suck!"
Almost at once Sonia gulped half the burning length of his glistening cock deep into her throat and smoothly slid her tautly ovaled lips back and forth on its blue veined shaft. Gurgling sounds rumbled from her throat as with smooth pumping jerks of her fingers, she stroked the hairy base of his pounding cock, her dark head bobbing and weaving in time to her noisy sucking. Paul groaned and cupped her soft head in his strong hands, lunging his pelvis in time to her burning lips, sucking in his breath as the sex hungry kitten whirled her tongue around the oozing slit for a minute and cupped his hairy, sperm heavy testicles with her delicate palm.
"Not bad," muttered Paul flatly, grinding in his jaws together and crushing her face closer into his pungent smelling loins to cram another two inches down her gagging throat. The bitch's got talent in that mouth, he thought as she devoured his cock, wiggling her head from side to side to give his cock a nibbling series of thrills and then pumping up and down to vary his pleasure. Paul's upper lip curled contemptuously and he fucked harder into her face, grinding her nose flat, and glanced down with sadistic pleasure at the paling husband who watched mutely from the rug. The man's sycophantic attitude and Sonia's too-deliberate moves disgusted him, but Zelda would have been hell to get along with for a week without her sex games.
"Harder . . . suck harder!" snapped Paul, and the groveling brunette mumbled acquiescently around her mouthful of meat, whipping her head back and forth on his turgid hot flesh as if her mouth were run on batteries, making him grit his teeth, despite his forced ambivalence towards her. Sonia nibbled at the tip, then relaxed her throat and tried to swallow the bloated tip of his seeping cock.
"Aaaahhhhh!" Paul sucked in hissingly, his head thrown back, his powerful hands holding her head in so tight a vice it appeared he might screw it right off. The slight paunch of his stomach flattened as he held his breath and then let it out in a throaty gust while he slammed his penis down her throat, scraping past her tonsils, making her cry in muffled delight as his massive rubbery tip battered her insides, her nose crushed to his pubic hair with each of his savage pelvic lunges.
Sonia was no match for his own wife at cock sucking, but she was doing her damndest, and Paul had to admire that. Urgently, her soft hands squeezed his hairy balls and milked the trunk of his lust inflamed penis in perfect rhythm to her determined sucking. Paul could feel his sperm gather forces down in the hairy fortress of his testicles, making ready for the parachute flight down the hot fleshy tube to be dumped in Sonia Greenley's hotly sucking mouth.
From her floor level vantage point, Cindy Weinstein watched with horrified fascination Paul Comstock's crimson, slippery cock plumbing in and out of Sonia's mouth. He's using her mouth . . . like a vagina! And she likes it! She felt her own lips pucker at the imagined salty, sticky texture of life fluid. God, how vile! How nauseating!
Cindy's pupils were black pools of fear at the speculation that this witchy woman laying beside her pinching her nipples might sense her fear and sadistically order her to let Paul rape her mouth in the same savage manner. Elephant tears glazed her eyes in utter helplessness. Sure enough, Zelda's sixth sense picked up that loathsome thought and reached down to tease her sharp teeth over the terrified brunette's left nipple and simultaneously wedged her outstretched finger deeper into Cindy's tightly constricted anus, making the girl yelp with sudden pain. Now the slightest movement of Cindy's ass cheeks sent barbs of anguish rushing through her anal passage, but even in her horror she couldn't rake her eyes off the obscene scenario taking place a few feet away.
Beside her, Guy crudely squeezed Cindy's right breast and dug his throbbing, jabbing cock tip into the tender flesh of her hip, he too, watching his prideless, groveling wife gurgle and moan as she sucked ravenously on Paul's blood heavy penis. Sonia's flushed cheeks hollowed with her exertion, her small round breasts panting in eagerness for praise.
The cunt never got that hot with me . . . Guy Greenley's insides stung with the impact. He hoped Paul Comstock would shove his cock into Sonia's naked ass cheeks before the week was out. And although he seethed with envy, he knew he didn't dare betray it in front of his wealthy, sophisticated usher into the high echelons of the stock market business. God.. . he wanted Sonia to watch when he rammed his own swollen cock shaft deep into the delectable virgin's pink mouth . . .
Not far away, Sonia was intently, deliciously, victoriously, aware of her husband's watching eyes. The weak-kneed nothing of a man, maybe he could learn a few lessons from the one hundred percent male pounding into her mouth! The excitement she only pretended at first was now very real as the pulsating mass of male flesh quivered deep in her throat and vibrated wildly in her stroking fist. God, she thought lustfully, if only Guy had a prick like this! Guy never got this hard, this long! Its virile power almost choked her each time Paul rammed his hips forward, and the soft cushiony feel of his sperm inflated testicles in the palm of her hand both thrilled the frustrated housewife and repulsed her . . . she was expected to swallow all the thick hot cum they would explode. Ugh. . . !
Never had she allowed Guy to cum in her mouth-had always crammed his bursting cock deep into her pussy at the last throbbing second. Her stomach bubbled at the expectant salty liquid, but as repulsive as the spermy feast was to Sonia, she knew there would be hell to pay if she defied Paul Comstock. She'd been looking for a virile, wealthy male to mistress, and he was the perfect candidate!
Now as the battering hunk of seeping male flesh tore deep into her mouth, quivering explosively, the scheming young brunette closed her eyes and held her breath, praying she wouldn't gag or regurgitate on Paul Comstock's cock and ruin everything! The restless twitching in her own neglected pussy reminded her that sooner or later she would feel his lust quenching hardness worming, gorging, hammering deep between her legs, and that promise persuaded her to suck him harder and squeeze his balls to encourage his orgasm.
Paul's face went tight with lust. "EAT IT!" he bellowed, mashing her nose cruelly against his pelvic bone, feeling it grind hideously in the ticklish hairs. His broad muscles chest heaved as his climax shattered in his loins and burst from his testicles to spurt down the erected tube of his penis in convulsive gushes into Sonia's eagerly sucking mouth.
Trembling wildly as she knelt before him, the nauseated wife thought she would strangle for a moment as the boiling torrents of salty sperm spewed in a thick, sticky flood into her tingling throat. In desperate, rapid swallows, she gulped, whimpering as the sticky fluid slid down her throat and as the deflating tube in her mouth kept spurting its searing load, Sonia moaned in relief. The champagne had dulled her taste buds somewhat and the alcohol and sperm dinner sis seem to sit well in her stomach even though the thought of what she had done was nauseating.
Now that it was over panting for breath, Sonia eased her mouth away from his softened, wormy cock and smiled tremulously up at Paul who gave her what she hoped was a look of appreciation.
"Was I too much for you?" he asked, smirking.
Sonia demurely swiped at her nose and mouth, glistening with threads of his sperm. "Heavens, don't be silly," she snickered. Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. "What made you ask that?"
"Better go wash up," Paul retorted with smug amusement. "You've got a bloody nose."
"A . . . what?" Face crimson with mortification, Sonia felt laughing eyes goring into her. Wiping her nose, her hand came away bloody and she darted for the bathroom, unconsciously sharing Cindy's humiliation. Powerless to usurp a grain of Zelda's supernatural power, powerless to resist the virile appeal of the frost-templed financial wizard whom she would slaughter her own husband to please . . .