Chapter 8
Darrell and Charlie became hornier than ever as they watched Ellen's squirming ass spasm and the thick steady stream of blazing cock juice shoot from the end of Jason's prick.
The irrepressible Jason kept plunging his long steady penis into Ellen's sore, bloodied anus until the final few droplets of surging jissum bolted from the end of his penis, after which he quickly withdrew it.
Ellen let out a gasp of relief, beginning to sob once more as she contemplated her fate. One man to whom she had once been very close had completely humiliated her by shoving his long savage cock into her mouth until it exploded, after which he had then brutally assaulted her anal passage until every droplet of flaming sperm had splashed from the end of his rampaging cock and into her asshole. Her headache was even worse than before and intense pain in her anal channel was more acute than it had been when he had his charging phallus driving unmercifully inside her.
If only this were just a nightmare and she would awaken, Ellen thought with desperation, but she knew that, that was certainly not the case. No, it was for real, and the question now was what they would do with her after they got through receiving their thrills.
"You can go next, Darrell," she heard one of the other two men say.
Ellen looked up, shook her groggy head, then observed the man called Darrell swiftly moving toward her. Her eyes widened with fear as he quickly squirmed out of his trousers, then slid his shorts down his thick, hairy legs and off of him. His long stiff cock was now on full display, and Ellen could see how prideful Darrell was concerning his elongated organ as he let his fingers slowly and soothingly reach down for it, after which they clasped his swollen instrument with great firmness. His fingers torridly pumped up and down the firm, length of his bulging erect member, and all the while Ellen lay there in silence, fearing the worst, hoping that Darrell would not ruthlessly assault her asshole in the way that Jason had earlier.
Jason had put his robe back on and was sitting on the ground, his back stretched out against the wall as he grinned fiendishly, having received his thrills for the evening and happy that Ellen was about to be subjected to more involuntary sex by another man.
As Darrell kept gliding his fingers up and down his sturdy hunk of manmeat, he started wondering just how to get his rocks off. Several times during the course of watching Jason hammer his blistering prick into Ellen's asshole he had been within an inch of an orgasm, and he had craved some more of the same kind of devastating action, but now he saw the rapidly drying droplets of blood at the edge of Ellen's anal passage and decided that it would be a good idea to reject an intrusion of that type for the time being. He would rather wait until the next day, since Jason had already broken her in that evening with a slashing attack.
But Darrell was still smoldering with wild passion, and he wanted to make Ellen capitulate under his forceful demands. While his fingers kept jerking against his bloated penis, he extended his legs slightly and moved his body a few feet closer to Ellen, whose heart started pounding with greater urgency than at anytime since Jason had pummeled her with his plunging cock.
"You're gonna suck my big dick," Darrell told her menacingly. "You're gonna push that tongue of yours toward it, and then you're gonna blast away with your tongue. Yeah, I know your type. You think you're too damned good to suck cock. I'll bet you love to have your pussy sucked, though. Sure, your kind always does. You're used to having guys worship you, worshipping at the shrine of the cunt. Well, there's no way that I'm gonna worship your cunt. No as a matter of fact, the three of us hold one treasured belief. And that's that our cocks are meant to be worshipped by the likes of snotty little cunts like you."
"That's telling her Darrell," Charlie let out an immediate howl of delight as he began removing his clothes. He could tell that it would take little time for Darrell to get his rocks off, and once that occurred he would get a shot at the captivating blonde prisoner to do as he saw fit.
"Reach down there and start playing with my cock and balls," Darrell commanded in a loud, assertive tone.
To show his victim just how much he meant business, Darrell reached down with both hands and let his surging fingers grab hold of his victim's hair, causing her to feel great tugging pain and prompting her to let out a loud, painful howl.
"Go ahead, eat your heart out," Darrell laughed with cruelty, "that is, if you've got a heart."
His fingers tugged with even greater force, and as he held on tightly he thought about the nasty Dawn Gerald, and how some day he hopefully would have her in the same subservient position in which he currently had Ellen.
Feeling the smoldering force of Darrell's insistent fingers tugging sharply at her hair, Ellen reached down and allowed her fingers to begin sliding along the bloated smooth surface of his flaming testicles.
Immediately Darrell's breath began coming in short, puffy gasps as he felt the steady pressure of Ellen's fingers twisting and tugging at the resilient folds of flesh.
"That's the way to do it," he nodded, beginning to let up slightly in the pressure that he applied to her hair. "If you act like a good girl then we can get along much better. Now start moving them a little faster. C'mon, keep those fingers pressing, keep on driving them against my balls."
At first Ellen hated the whole process of grinding her fingers with quick precision against Darrell's balls so much that she wanted to cry. She hated the indignity of a crude man pulling her hair and forcing her to yield to his sexual demands. But as the activity continued Ellen actually began to feel a measure of excitement looming within her as her fingers pushed solidly against his bulging testicles. She wondered just what was coming over her and even began to hate herself for feeling any excitement at all wherein Darrell was concerned.
The rugged cowboy's thick, hairy, tree trunk legs began to rock with ever greater excitement as he anticipated the next act that would afford him great pleasure.
"Okay, you've been fingering my balls, so now you can suck them," he heaved a loud gasp. "Suck my balls and play with my big long prick. Just move your fingers up and down the base of my cock. Let's really move, bitch, because I expect the best. My cock is on fire and I want it to explode."
Ellen released her fingers from Darrell's fiery nuts, then allowed them to grip firmly against the smooth hardened base of his blood-engorged member. His short, gasping breath along with the steady nervous trembling of his legs informed Ellen as to how excited Darrell was and how quickly he was likely to explode his hot droplets of spewing white cream into her mouth.
Her fingers moved in swift, sweeping strokes up and down the full length of Darrell's sturdy phallus. He let his fingers tug sharply at her hair several times as he let out a seething gasp.
"C'mon and start working your tongue against my balls," he said. "I'm not gonna be satisfied with a handjob. You're gonna suck me off and every drop of my hot shaft juice is gonna splash in your mouth. So c'mon and suck."
He continued to press tightly against her hair as Ellen's tongue began to slide against his inflated testicles, which itched with mounting sensation. She began cautiously enough, her tongue moving with extra slow precision, but soon Ellen once again started to feel throbbing waves of excitement by being forced to perform in a subservient capacity for the crude but strangely exciting Darrell.
When her tongue efforts started to generate steam as Ellen brushed her wet scarlet flesh busily against his twisting, lust-bloated balls, Darrell's hips and legs started to rock back and forth with spirited zest as he enjoyed every enthusiastic stroke that she generated.
"Now that's a little more like it," he gulped. "Okay, my balls are itching damned bad now and I need to get off. Your tongue can do it. Start sucking my prick. I want some good wild sucking. Nice and fast. Oh, just bring me off."
Searing passion scalded his firm resolute cock, which quivered ever so slightly with mounting waves of ecstatic anxiety as Ellen began pressing her tongue against the fiery tip of his thick sturdy staff. The moment that her tongue sank against the hardened ripe flesh for the first time Darrell let out a loud hiss and his legs jerked back and forth, looking for several seconds as if they were going to catapult beneath him.
"That's the way I like it," he gulped. "Now you're getting the idea. C'mon, suck, suck me off. Get every drop of that man-stuff out of me. C'mon, you're gonna suck it, damn right, you're gonna suck it."
Her tongue began pistoning like lightning up and down the firm, fleshy base of Darrell's sensitive cock. He listened to the loud slurping sounds emanating from Ellen as she kept up her pumping rhythm, her fiery scarlet tongue seething with energy as it worked steadfastly up and down the full length of his scalding firehose, which was being propelled ever closer with each driving tongue stab to the point wherein the juices would gush from the end of his organ.
The scalding liquid cum seethed within Darrell's torrid testicles as Ellen's scraping tongue kept devastating him with its sharply insistent, steadily probing thrusts. Her heart started to pulsate with savage lust as her head bobbed with unrestrained joy. Meanwhile she became more acclimated to what was happening to her. Even though Darrell's fingers were still gliding sharply against her head, he was no longer applying the same degree of force as he had earlier. Darrell was clearly pleased that things were going so well.
"That's it, keep digging with your tongue, just grind it against my long hard cock," he sighed. "Ah, do I ever love it. Suck it, oh, ah, suck it."
The unceasing tongue sensations brought his desire-hardened cock that much closer to the moment when the thick white sauce would profusely splash from the end of his towering tool. His blazing dagger skewered with raging genital lust as he felt her furiously lapping tongue slurp and twist against the full length of his sturdy staff.
He rocked back on his heels several times, his loins burning with lust and his bloated balls savoring the tremulous penis explosion that would soon be resulting.
"Get it, go get it," he grunted.
His hotly spasming body pushed ever closer to the precipice of orgasm as Darrell's breath came in short, puffy, staccato gasps. His searing balls unleashed their first appetizing sample to the now smoldering Ellen's open mouth as several droplets of salty white semen oozed into it. Her heart pounded with relentless determination as Ellen kept up her sweeping tongue movements, and as she restlessly pushed onward. Ellen remained aghast at the mystery of it all, bewildered over the fact that this crude, tough man was bringing her to such great heights of ecstasy, and particularly mystified over her anxiety to swallow the hot gobs of his steaming white cum, which would soon commence pouring from the end of his stiff cock.
Darrell's sturdy tool bulged with excitement as he let both hands clamp sharply against her head. He was bracing Ellen and himself as well for the imminent tremor that would inevitably follow. He hissed several times in rapid succession, and the inner fires which swelled inside him propelled him onward with even greater urgency.
Soon the thick white liquid began to stream from the rubbery tip of Darrell's exploding phallus. His hips wildly rocked as he happily observed the streaming gobs of cum inundate Ellen's mouth while her swirling tongue continued to connect with the tip of his hot shaft.
"I'm shooting it, so now you can swallow it all, oh damn, eat every delicious drop," he sighed.
Overcome with ecstatic zeal, Ellen's slurping tongue flailed from side to side as she sought to devour every captivating droplet of Darrell's steaming prick sauce. He watched several drops roll off and down the left side of Ellen's mouth.
"Hang in there," he said. "Swallow every drop of the stuff."
To show his displeasure over the penis droplets that got away, Darrell pulled at his victim's hair several times, but Ellen was doing her best to swallow the steaming floodtide that was spilling her way. Her gurgling mouth opened widely as she sought to hang on to his steaming fluid, and after losing the aforementioned droplets she managed to hang on to the rest of his searing load.
When she finally removed her tongue from Darrell's cock, he begrudgingly nodded to her.
"That's a little more like it," he said. "I had to force you to do what I wanted, but I managed to get the job done."
Ellen was more confused than ever by then. Just how could she feel waves of excitement over being attacked by a beast and being made to perform a sex act she never would have agreed to under other circumstances? The whole thing perplexed her.