Chapter 6

Nella was seated on the sofa with Eduardo and the other girl, and Olivia was in the middle of the room with Jose, who had put the gun in his waistband.

"So," Jose was saying to Olivia. "You do not wish to obey us, eh?"

"You've got it, mister," Olivia replied, but her voice was already tinged with a touch of fright.

"The bed is no place for a girl like you," Jose smirked.

"Well, now we're starting to understand each other," Olivia nodded, standing perfectly still as Jose walked over to her.

The big man suddenly seemingly reached out with an open hand, and he slapped the girl on the side of the head, hitting her so hard, fire exploded in her brain. She crumpled to the floor, too dazed with pain to even whimper, but Nella, staring, gasped and half-rose. Eduardo restrained her, shaking his head.

"For one such as you," Jose said, "the floor is good enough. I will not waste a bed on the likes of you."

He proceeded to unbutton his olive shirt, pull it off, and toss it to the side, revealing a hairy forest of a chest.

"Now," he snapped at Olivia, "the time has come for you to learn. Instead of me taking off my pants, you, chiquita, will do so."

He pulled the revolver from his belt, a small nickel-plated pistol, with a long barrel but at this close range extremely dangerous. With the barrel of the gun he tapped his belt buckle.

"Drop dead," Olivia cried.

He pointed the gun at her head and said, "Which one of us will drop dead if I pull this trigger, senorita?"

It was obvious Olivia was now terrified, and the act of bravado was a front. She was up on her knees now, and with the gun pressed against the side of her head, she shakingly reached out and proceeded to try pulling leather from metal. When she looked up at Jose to ask how the damn belt worked, she almost fainted on the spot as she found herself staring into the black eye of the pistol's muzzle as it seemingly stared back at her.

Nella wondered how the girl didn't simply faint dead away then and there. In Olivia's position, Nella would have probably melted into the floor.

Olivia stared into the black center of the pistol and shuddered. She was certain she would shrivel up to nothingness and suddenly be swallowed up by the gun, her body falling into black nothingness. She even saw the leaden tips of the bullets in the chambers as each one in turn seemed to smile at her. The bullets were mocking her, daring her to resist, and she knew it was something she would not be able to do. She was in the hands of a madman, and the thought made her freeze with horror.

Olivia remained on her knees, waiting, thinking that at any moment one of the leaden missiles would come hurtling from the gun and shatter her brain into millions of little pieces. It was a question of shattering her brains or her hymen, and at this point she decided to surrender the latter.

"Ah, senorita," Jose smiled, twirling the gun like an old-time cowboy. "I am an excellent shot. Did you know I can shoot a mosquito in mid-air from fifty feet away? So you see, senorita, do not think of trying to run."

Olivia's hands trembled as they continued to work on the buckle. She shuddered as Jose smilingly ran the barrel of the gun over the side of her face, very lightly. He stroked her throat with it, sending shivers of terror charging through her. Finally she managed to unbuckle the belt.

Then she went to work on the pants. The little hook at the top of the pants was almost impossible to undo, because his pants were skin-tight. But somehow she finally managed to unfasten it. Then she had trouble tugging the zipper down because of the huge bulge in the front of his pants. She found herself unable to suppress a feeling of anticipation at the touch of his heatedly rigid rod of masculinity, feeling the heat from it reaching out to her.

From the way it pressed against the fly, it was obvious the cock was immense, and coupled with the lengthy barrel of the revolver Jose had, Olivia felt the oddest mixture of horror and anticipation. Odd how the hot penis and the cold gun seemed so much alike that that point. Fear and arousal were intermingled in the strangest way inside her, tumbling around and around, like clothes in a washing machine. Dear God! Somehow, help her get out of this! Unlike Nella, Olivia worked for a living, a girl alone in a big city, out for her first party in more than three months, and now this had to happen.

Olivia shuddered finding herself on the borderline of utter panic and the brink of total submission. At this moment there seemed to be little difference between them. Odd how everything felt like the same thing. Her hands continued struggling with the zipper, pulling it open one tooth at a time, finally managing to tug it all the way down.

She noted Jose had no undershorts on beneath. It was possible he had removed them in anticipation of this. At any rate, the penis showed itself clearly visible even as she had tugged the zipper down the last little bit, and never having seen or felt a penis before, Olivia was terrified at the sight of it. Now she found herself studying the organ closely, looking at it in the very late afternoon sunlight streaming through the French doors. The head was almost as thick as her tiny fist, and when her fingers accidentally touched that head, she found it made of a rubbery, coarse kind of flesh that was different from the other flesh on the man's body.

Though Olivia had never experienced anything sexual, she wondered, from having read books on the subject, how it was possible for something as rubbery as a penile head to smash a hymen. Naturally it was attached to a long, thick hose, one which, even at this moment, was solidifying into something rigid beyond belief. But even so, how did something so thick fit into a narrow interstice like her vagina? Often, at her apartment, she would stare at her vagina while sitting in a chair with her hips thrust forward. The little hole at the bottom of the pink slot was so tiny, how was it possible for a penis as thick as her wrist to fit inside? Once, she had tried pushing a forefinger in there and had found it both, painful and difficult.

His pants were down around his ankles now, and the penis, having been freed, flopped around, still not quite hard enough to stand up. But it was definitely thickening and getting harder with every passing moment. That was when it would be as dangerous as the pistol Jose had.

"Now," Jose said, smiling at her, "since you feel your conio is too sacred to be invaded by my prick, we shall use another part of your lovely little body-many other parts, in fact."

Nella stared as the man cupped Olivia's head with one huge paw of a hand and drew her terrified countenance toward him, forcing her to bring her lips against the massive knob of his penis-a brilliant red knob. Olivia looked at the little eye in the tip of the penis and saw it winking at her, tears running out, tears of joy, letting her understand it was weeping with happiness for the entire penis was about to be gratified.

Jose's fingers gripped Olivia's long, brown hair, tugging on it until her eyes were drawn back in slits of pain as he pushed his penis against her tightly clamped lips, making her aware of precisely what it was he wanted her to do.

"Suppose you begin by applying your tongue to it, senorita," Jose was saying. Olivia shook her head, but then the man pressed the gun directly against her head and cocked the hammer with a nice loud click. Olivia's mouth suddenly opened, and her tongue sneaked out and very carefully lapped at the wet tip of the man's penis. "Oh, come now, senorita, you must do better than that. Open that lovely mouth all the way. You must swallow this medicine."

The beautiful chestnut-haired girl squinted her eyes tightly closed and made a sobbing noise. She heard a whirring sound as Jose spun the pistol cylinder against his thigh, and seeing it spin as he placed the tip of the barrel directly between her eyes made her gasp. An overwhelming flash of chilling fear paralyzed her for a brief instant. Compared to the gun, the sight of the thicker penis, staring at her with its tiny sightless eyes seemed much less dangerous.

Eyes tightly shut, she finally opened her lips and very slowly, gingerly slid them around the heated crown of Jose Blass's massive phallus. The sensation was strange, but the moment the meat of his cock was touching her palate, she found it not to be as horrifying as she had initially supposed. In fact, she thought of it as being almost pleasant-that long, smooth, thick warmth seemingly fitting into her mouth with no room to spare, as if it had been designed to slide in there.

She was aware of Jose drawing the phallus back just the littlest bit, and then he eased it forward again, pushing it deeper until the head was at the entrance to her gullet. Her cheeks contracted and her tongue pressed the underside of the mighty organ so that it rubbed against the roof of her mouth. She was able to sense the twitching urethra. She was also able to feel the webbing where the penile head, on the underside, was joined to the rest of the phallus.

Once again Jose slid the mighty weapon of flesh back and out, scraping it lightly against the edges of the ring of her teeth. Then the giant man pushed the penis in again, this time trying to shove it a little deeper. His breathing was hoarse and uneven as he continued pushing the penis in and out, in and out, each time trying to ram it into her gullet, each time feeling her throat resist.

Dear God! Nella thought as she watched. If this is what they're making Olivia do, they'll probably expect me to do the same thing.

The idea of sucking on a penis made Nella internally sick, and yet, it was obvious Olivia didn't hate it. Her lips seemed to be tightening around the penis as she sucked.

Olivia felt the huge penis thicken and swell and lengthen in her gullet until she thought it would split her adam's apple or she would simply strangle to death on the huge hunk of meat. It was alive, pulsating, twitching in her mouth, and the thrusting point was pushing itself that much farther into her esophagus until she thought she would gag. Still the man kept on, staring down at the long mane of beautiful soft brown hair, the forehead almost touching her belly, the front two-thirds of his manhood between her lips, firmly sheathed in the inner scabbard of Olivia's long white throat, a throat that strained to contain it.

Abruptly he pulled it out, just as the beautiful girl felt dizzy and on the verge of passing out. He pushed her down slowly, letting her lie on the floor, following her down, pressing his knees into the carpeting on either side of her head, letting his buttocks rest weightily on her chest. Then he backed up, scuttling back until he was between her knees. Olivia shuddered, thinking he was ready to slam his penis into her vagina. As it was, he rubbed the head of his penis against the lips of her tantalizing pussy, but he didn't attempt to shove it in.

"So you want to remain a virgin a little longer," Jose smirked. "Very well, so we shall try something different."

He grabbed her legs and put them over his shoulder for leverage, then hoisted her buttocks off the floor, pulling her toward him. With his free hand he guided the missile of his cock against the tenderness of her tightly quivering asshole. He pressed the penis against the sphincter, and he began pushing.

"My God!" Nella gasped, realizing the man was going to try and push that pylon into the narrow little aperture of the girl's anus.

Jose shoved again, and the sphincter suddenly, albeit reluctantly, began giving way and the head of the penis began pushing in.

"What the hell are you doing?" Olivia screamed.

"Come now, chica, you said you wished to retain your virginity," Jose smirked. "So we choose another path by which I shall shoot sperm into that lovely body of yours ... at least until tomorrow when we chase your virginity again. This way is just as good for me, and it will be for you, too."

Olivia shuddered, feeling the chillingly moist touch of his penile head as it pushed deeper into this different spot. The resisting walls of her tender interior painfully spread apart before the massive onslaught of the man's thrusting penis. Jose relentlessly continued boring into her rear tunnel, though fucking her from the front way, not even allowing her to bend over and present her ass to him so that she might gain some leverage, herself.

"Ggggghhhuuuunnnggghhh!" the beautiful girl gasped, pain streaking through her as her rectal canal slowly stretched, accustoming itself to the penetration as the tall, evil brother of Eduardo Blass continued making inroads into her.

Olivia shuddered, wondering if she might not be better off taking a bullet in the head and getting it over and done with. Her legs felt themselves being spread farther and farther apart, and she found with her calves dangling over the man's shoulders she actually had some leverage, and as he began sawing back and forth, she found herself moving in rhythm with the man, pressing her firm belly against the hard-muscled stomach of her tormentor. She moved more and more quickly with every passing moment.

Olivia should have hated it, but with every passing moment, she discovered she was feeling the strangest kind of satisfaction. Her face was tightly drawn in ecstasy as she came to like it even more, and she concentrated with all her being on this different kind of penetration. Olivia was aware of her sphincter contracting and massaging the throbbing penis as she pressed and fondled it.

Jose was a study in amazing self-control, thrashing wildly against her teenage body, yet still holding back the torrent of sperm threatening to erupt from his prostate at any moment.

Expecting the man to come, she waited for his explosion, but the funniest thing of all was that she was beginning to feel a hint of something taking place in the depths of her own body-as if she were going to reach some kind of pinnacle. As a result, she pressured her legs all the more strongly against the man's shoulder, egging Jose on to fuck all the more quickly into her rectum. She had no nails, but the tips of her fingers were squeezing her own rear cheeks, jamming and grinding her hips as this weird, different kind of satisfying feeling continued mounting inside her, radiating in an irresistible burning flood of wanton pleasure. She shuddered and suddenly the orgasm, something she had never known before, and certainly never in her rectum, broke over her like a tidal wave.

"AAAAIIIIYYYAAAA IIIIYYYYYYY AAAIIII-YYY EEEAAAAGGGG HHHHAAAHHHHAAA UUUU WWWWWAAAAA IIIIAAAA IIIIYYYY-AAAA GGGHHHHAAA AAAGGGGHHH!" she shrieked, and she strove frantically, feeling satisfaction that the on looking Nella was unable to understand. Nella understood orgasm, but in the rectum?

Olivia suddenly wanted the enjoyable pleasure to go on and on forever and ever. She felt herself capable of sustaining the orgasm until it totally consumed her fevered body.

It was at that moment that Jose suddenly pulled his cock from her rectum, and Olivia felt she had been cheated, unable to totally enjoy her after-climax. The tall, dark-haired man reached down and pulled the rag doll-form of Olivia to her knees, and he snapped at her, "Here it is, sweetheart. You had it in that lovely mouth before, now let us finish it this way."

Though the penis had no sign of fecal matter on it, the mere idea that it had been in her rectum made Olivia shrink away from it. But he gripped her head with one hand and the gun with the other, pointing it at her, and he said, "The time has come, little one. I wish to have your tongue do the licking and your lips do the sucking."

The odd thing was, the only aroma on the penis was a sexual one, brought about by the coating of seminal oil that had leaked from the tip of his penis and had oiled her rectum so that it had covered his hard cock, as well. Still, knowing where it had been made Olivia grit her teeth tightly together.

"Open wide, honey," Jose panted. "One thing you have to learn is that in this place, my brother and I are the supreme rulers, and you will do as we say. Now you have your choice of opening your mouth, or of having me make a brand-new hole in your head."

Gasping, she forced her mouth to open, and she took the length of penile tube inside. As she sucked, she hoped Jose would not go berserk as he attained orgasm and shoot her.

The taste of the penis was once again meaty and overpowering, thrilling her beyond belief. It was salty, yet almost sweet, and she sucked strongly without realizing it. Jose's dangling balls, swinging loosely in their container, continued beating rhythmically against her chin as he crammed more and more of the penis into her gullet, not waiting for the throat to adjust, but simply slamming it inside.

"NOW!" Jose bellowed suddenly and she felt the urethral tube throbbing and twitching, and then, "AAAAIIHIYYYYEEE AAAAGGGG HHHAAAA-NNNGGGG HHHHUUU NNNNGGG HHHHAAA-GGGGG HHHHUUUGGGHHHH!" The thick spurts blasted down her throat with the power of a fire hose.

Olivia continued swallowing and gulping, unable to control herself. All the while Jose continued gasping and grunting as he unleashed the pent-up seed down her gullet. The massively rigid pole of throbbing flesh slowly began relaxing inside Olivia's mouth, and though Jose didn't pull it forward, the penis seemingly shrank right out of her gullet until it hung limply in the soft grip of Olivia's lips.

Then, and only then did Jose withdraw it. Olivia felt dizzy and fell back on the carpeting, not knowing why she felt so aroused at all that had happened, but knowing she ought not to like it. Underlying the feeling of satisfaction was the knowledge that this man was seemingly intent on hurting her in order to maintain his control over her.

Jose sat on the floor, pushing her legs apart so that he was squatting between them. That was when she noticed he still held his pistol, and it was still pointed in her direction.

"You still have a lesson to learn, chica," he told her.

Gripping the pistol by the stock, he slid his trigger finger into place very carefully. He waved the muzzle at her while cocking and uncocking the gun a number of times. Then he began easing the gun forward between her thighs.

"He wouldn't!" Nella gasped, staring, waiting to hear the roar of the gun that might kill the unfortunate girl lying on the floor.

Jose simply squatted there and pushed the pistol ahead of him until the muzzle of the gun was tickling the hairs on the girl's pubic mount. She watched in horror, waiting as he cocked the hammer again, and then began deliberately forcing the tip of the barrel into the narrow strait of Olivia's pussy. Her vaginal muscles felt the rasping edge of the sight scrape over the upper vaginal wall as the icy, spring-steel tension of the unyielding metal slid slowly toward her helpless womb.

Jose grinned broadly and he proceeded to wiggle the barrel, grinning as his thumb rested on the hammer. He then-pressed his finger against the trigger, and the thumb let the hammer ease forward slowly. He pushed the penis-like barrel a little deeper, and Olivia gasped as pain invaded her body. He was pressing the barrel against her hymen, pushing, pushing, pushing a little harder, and suddenly, just like that, the membrane tore, and she shrieked.

"Hush!" Jose snapped, and once more pulled back the hammer on the pistol. The foresight of the gun kept scratching her upper vaginal wall, and the thickness of the barrel terrified her, stretching her internally, making her feel pain she might not have felt had she been deflowered with a penis. The mere knowledge this was a gun, and that it would prod her and possibly go off inside her had her so horrified, she froze, knowing the death-dealing instrument might spit lead into her at any moment. Whereas the ejaculation of a penis might mean the beginning of life, the ejaculation of this weapon meant death.

"Come now, surely you must be enjoying this," Jose taunted, his smile one of total evil. "Just think, this is one penis that has staying power, little one," he told her. "It will never shrink. It will never lose its virility."

Nella stared, seeing the poor girl on the floor turn a pasty white. She pitied Olivia, and for the first time she felt a sense of relief knowing she hadn't had the courage to defy Eduardo Blass, who was seated beside her, his finger dallying in her vagina.

Olivia's eyes were wide with horror and she wanted to scream, but she was unable to do so. Her throat was dry. God! How she wished she would be able to scream, and maybe Jose would pull the trigger and bring an end to her misery. Either that, or have him take that finger of steel out of her vagina.

Her instinct for survival finally got the upper hand. Her only chance to live lay in humoring this man, and so she forced herself to smile, humoring Jose as he slid the pistol in up to the cylinder, noting oily blood was oozing out of her in droplets. She was hoping and praying the man had enough control over the gun to keep it from going off accidentally. If he really meant to kill her, her refusal to be cowed-at least outwardly-by what he was doing would hasten him into pulling that trigger. If he did, the gun seemed big enough to eject a bullet that would destroy her instantly, and she would not feel too much pain.

The continuing presence of the thick metal cylinder, now warmed by her internal being, was having an effect despite the fear which overshadowed everything else. It was as if he was actually fucking her with the gun, and the helpless Olivia suddenly felt her hips rising automatically, coaxingly, feeling the pressure filling her. Jose was taken by surprise, for he had done this many times before with stubborn women, and he had never known one to like it. By now, Olivia was undulating against the penis-like rod.

Olivia totally surrendered herself to the obscene passion burning inside her, forgetting for the moment about the possibility of instant death, death that, at any second might claim her. Jose slid the gun barrel part of the way out of the girl, then quickly thrust it in again, himself breathing heavily, as if the pistol were an extension of himself, and as a result he was feeling what he would have been feeling had he been fucking her. If this were a usable pistol, he would have had some cleaning job ahead of him a little later on, but what none of the girls knew was that the firing pin in the gun was missing, and the bullets in the chambers were duds-not even blanks, just duds.

Sliding his finger out of the trigger guard, he noticed the way the girl was thrusting her hips madenly up and down now, gripping her thighs tightly around his hand. God! If this had been a real gun, there was every possibility it might have gone off.

Olivia had lost all her fear. She no longer thought about the fact that what she was feeling in her body was a pistol. All she knew was that Shockwave after Shockwave of total pleasure ran rampantly through her entire quaking body. Desire built in her, sensations filling her cunt as they had never done before. There was a swelling sensation in her feminine depths, and it continued growing, mounting, enlarging until she felt she had to know what lay at the end of all this. Either she would find out, or she would die in attempting to find out. The steel phallus within continued madly rubbing and scraping her inner self as she willed it to grow larger, not realizing, in the depths of her passion, that what she wanted was impossible.

Olivia moaned and writhed, clamping her thighs tightly around Jose's delving hand, compressing her loins that much tighter, her feet pressing flatly on the floor to give her leverage. Jose noted with delight that the lovely chestnut-haired girl was gripping her own breasts, her fingernails digging into the creaminess of the white, smooth mounds, leaving little red marks. She continually caressed her stomach with her right hand as the other continued digging its nails into her breasts. Then her fingers slid down to her clenched thighs, reaching for, finding, and fondling the extension of her clitoris above the gun barrel that continually moved in and out of her vagina. She was babbling uncontrollably now, muttering, "Unnnnhhh ... please ... yessss ... more ... hhhaaannnhhh ... oooonnnnnhhhh ... please ... " as if whispering to the gun and endearing herself to it.

Her orgasm was mounting, swiftly, certainly, definitely, and Jose watched with continually mounting delight, knowing he was bringing her vaginal satisfaction in spite of herself, giving her an orgasm, ripping out her cherry, and yet she was technically a virgin in spite of it all, because no penis had, as yet, entered her vagina. Olivia melted into a pool of uncontrolled bitch-heat, willing the orgasm crawling up on her to overcome her with all her being, relishing the pain and the pleasure created by the hard steel cylinder inside her. Her inner fluids saturated the barrel of the pistol Jose was using, dripping all over the cylinder, as well. That mighty point of steel that was the gun's front sight rose like the fin of a great shark and scraped her sensitive upper vaginal wall, creating unbearable sensations of overpowering rapture within her.

Her orgasm finally overwhelmed her, and her mad, wild thrashing made Nella cry out with fear, afraid Jose would be so overwhelmed by the movements of the girl, he might inadvertently pull the trigger. Nella had no way of knowing the gun was incapable of firing, and even if it were, the bullets had no gunpowder in them at all. Jose's hand clenched all the more tightly around the gun butt, feeling her vaginal fluid making the grip very slippery. He pulled the gun almost all the way out, then rammed it in again, out, then in, waiting as she hit that last shuddering convulsion of fulfilled sexual accomplishment. She was in total ecstasy now, completely out of her mind with wild abandon, rutting instantly like a tabby cat as she shouted, "GGGG-YYYYY AAAAGGGGGHHHAAAA IIIYYYYY-AAAAA GGGGHHHYYYYYAAA NNNNGGG-HHHHHHHH!"

She collapsed, panting and out of her mind, rung out as if a pair of great hands had grabbed her body, twisting half of her one way and half of her the other way, until all the moisture had been squeezed from her.

Olivia simply lay on the floor, and Jose was overwhelmed by her performance, as was Eduardo. In fact, Eduardo, who had been watching very closely, was even more overwhelmed than his brother who had been using the gun.

Jose now withdrew the pistol and was given a napkin by his brother so that he was able to wipe off the gun. He rose, walked over to the drawer from where he had originally taken the gun, and put it back.

Olivia lay there, almost in a trance, well aware the younger, taller brother had done all this to make her understand who was boss. But she also saw the face of Eduardo, and she realized the older brother, who was the real power, was the one on whom to work. Just why he might succumb to her where he had turned away from so many others wasn't clear to the chestnut-haired girl, but she felt confident she would win.