Chapter 6
The path that led through the wood was dark and Tom tripped a few times as he tried to keep up with Willy. It was quiet except for an occasional animal scooting away as the men approached and Tom felt the cold air on his neck and he shivered. He was beginning to wonder if Willy was telling the truth. He was a little afraid of his friend. Willy was beginning
Yes, it was fear.
Willy was now really beginning to show a side of himself that was strange to Tom. He remembered his friend as being quiet, good natured, and it was quite a shock for him to learn of the man's sadistic side. It seemed incredible that little Willy-strong, silent Willy-held a young girl prisoner in his big old house.
Willy stepped quickly and confidently along the path. He knew the way by heart and he didn't realize that Tom was having a hard time following until his friend called to him in a hushed voice.
"Take it easy, Willy. I can hardly see you."
Willy grinned to himself. He detected a tone of fear in Tom's voice and he felt his chest swell with a new feeling of superiority. Tom had always been looked up to-even when they were growing up, Tom always came out first. Well, not this time, Willy thought. It's my show this time.
"Hey," Tom called. "How far is your place? I don't remember walking all this way."
"Right here," Willy said, pointing to the huge black shadow that was barely visible through the trees.
They made their way between the bushes and stood on the firmly packed ground in front of Willy's house. He looked up to a second floor window and pointed. Tom squinted, but he didn't see anything and shrugged his shoulders as he followed Willy up the steps.
"Go in," Willy said, turning the lights on.
Tom walked in and waited while Willy locked the front door. He brushed past Tom and the living room was flooded with light. He set his package down and started for the stairs, then hesitated when Tom stood frozen in the middle of the room.
"What's wrong, Tom-got cold feet."
"No-I-look, do you have anything to drink here?"
Willy smiled again and went to get a bottle of whiskey and two glasses.
"Not afraid, are you?" he asked Tom as he filled the glasses.
"No. I just wanted a drink before we go up," Tom retorted and gulped his whiskey.
"Then how come your hands are shaking so hard?"
Tom looked nervously at his hands and hid them between his legs. He grinned sheepishly and stood up.
"Let's go, Willy," he said.
Willy led the way up the steps. When they reached the landing, he turned right and stopped in front of a closed door.
"Let's break you in easy," Willy said. "Take a peek through the keyhole and tell me what you see."
Tom went to the door and glanced once more at Willy before putting one eye to the keyhole. His mouth dropped open and air hissed out of his lungs.
"Damn! You weren't kidding, were you, Willy? Damn!" he said in a hushed voice.
Joan was asleep or unconscious on the bed. The blanket had slipped down over her shoulders, baring the top of her heavy breasts. Tom could see that her hands were tied to either side of the bed. Her black hair was spread out around her face and he saw her skin gleaming in the light.
"Well-what do you have to say now?"
"Can I get a closer look?" Tom asked eagerly.
"Not so fast. Let's go back downstairs and have another drink. The girl needs rest. She's been through a lot-if you know what I mean."
They both laughed now and Tom slapped Willy on the back again and called him an old bear. They danced down the stairs and Willy spun in a circle and holding the bottle as he passed, splashed whiskey into Tom's glass. They whooped and hollered like two children and slugged big mouthfuls of whiskey. Willy was the first to feel the effects of the alcohol. He still hadn't eaten anything. His head danced and spun, racing ahead of his body and he lost his balance and crashed into a small table. Tom laughed. He held his belly and roared and Willy, angered at first, soon caught on and clucked his tongue and laughed.
Joan was awakened by the noise. When she opened her eyes, it took her a few moments to realize just where she was. Her hand went automatically toward her face, but the rope stopped her. She was aware of the pain in her arms, legs and shoulders. She pulled against the ropes even though she had no hope of breaking herself free. The voices and laughter were getting louder downstairs and Joan wondered who was with Willy. She cried out and the laughter stopped suddenly. Joan strained her ears, trying to catch a sound. It was too quiet now and she was getting nervous. The door hadn't slammed, so she knew that whoever was doing the laughing was still in the house.
"Surprise!" Willy burst into the room with his arms spread like a bird.
Tom lingered a moment in the doorway and grinned at Joan. She cringed when Willy yanked the blanket from her, leaving her naked under Tom's open-mouthed stare.
"Wowee! Now that's what I call a beauty," Tom cried and stepped closer to he bed. "Just look at this-look at this raving beauty."
Willy cackled proudly and dug his hands into his pockets. Tom was impressed as he drooled over the girl. He touched her hair and she twisted her head. He held his hand over her for a moment, then lowered it onto her breasts. She squirmed and twisted her torso, trying to get away from his leathery fingers as they scratched her white flesh. He squeezed her nipple until the look of pain shot across her face. She gritted her teeth, determined not to cry out. Tom felt her breasts and slid his rough hands down over her flat belly, grinding her flesh until she winced. He scratched her thighs and she tried to kick but the ropes held her down.
Tom grinned at her and bent over to kiss one of her tender, pink nipples. She felt his mouth on her, teasing her nipple and she bent her head and spit at him.
"Why you little-" Tom stood up and rubbed the spittle from his cheek. "Willy-did you see that? You going to let her do that to me?" he said indignantly, and staggered drunkenly.
Willy didn't say a word. He turned and went to the closet and came back with the long, black whip and handed it to Tom.
Tom took it and stared at it as if it was a snake in his hand. He looked at Willy, then back at the whip and finally at Joan, squirming on the bed. Her eyes were pleading but her lips were pressed tightly together.
"You bitch! I'll teach you," he shouted and swung the leather.
It whistled over his head and slashed across Joan's stomach. He hit harder than Willy and the burning pain spread through her belly and breasts. After the initial blow, Tom became more confident and although he still weaved unsteadily on his feet, he whipped the leather across her body with quick, short strokes. Joan cried out for mercy but the more she screamed, the harder he lashed at her until Willy grabbed his wrist.
They looked at her flesh, streaked with red welts. Willy took his clothes off and stood with fire burning in his eyes. His cock was huge and its purple head pulsed as the blood rushed in his veins. His head throbbed at the sight of Joan's heaving belly. He climbed up onto the bed, kneeled between her outstretched thighs and with an animal cry, rammed the head of his swollen cock into her cunt. It seared her tender lips and she jerked spasmodically as he pushed up into her. His cock sank deep inside of her belly and Tom watched in amazement as his friend gorged her cunt and she twisted and writhed, crying out for mercy. Willy raged inside of her, pumping with all of his strength and Joan twisted against the tormenting cock that ripped her flesh, burning her tender lips. Willy hammered furiously inside of her, battering with all of his strength between her thighs. He gripped the flesh of her thighs, digging his fingers in deep and howled like an animal. Tom watched his body shuddering as he shot into the girl, writhing on the bed.
Tom was aware that his own prick was straining against the material of his pants. He opened his fly and pulled it out, jerking the loose flesh back and forth. It was like a dream-a nightmare-and he was taking an active part. Something snapped in his head and he dropped the whip, pulled his clothes off and dove onto the screaming girl. Willy was forced back by Tom's weight. He jumped angrily from the bed and grabbed the cat tails, spun them over his head and lashed the thongs across Joan's breasts. She arched her back, stiffened, then fell back as Tom groped over her whole body, raking her with his nails and tearing her flesh. It burned and she screamed again until her voice and her throat ached. Tom was grinding his knees into her belly and she sucked her breath in. He punched her thighs and at first it hurt so badly that she thought she would pass out, but after a few crushing blows, her muscles were numb.
Willy was busy untying her feet. She was aware of the rope being loosened but her feet wouldn't move. She strained upward but Tom pushed her face back with the open palm of his hand. His cock was stiff and horny and Joan gaped in horror. It looked even bigger than Willy's huge rod. Tom was grunting and kneading her flesh. He kissed her nipples, belly and thighs and she saw his chin gleaming with wetness as he raised his head and howled. He took his huge cock and slid it into her. Fire shot up into her belly. She knew that she couldn't take it all but Tom pressed into her and slid upward, stretching the lips of her cunt as he pushed.
"I can't-take it out-please! I'll die with that huge thing in me. Can't you see it's going to rip me apart?"
Tom grinned crazily and lunged again as he stared into her eyes. He seemed to delight in her face as it twisted in a painful grimace and she rolled to the side and groaned deep in her throat. Tom pushed as hard as he could and watched his thick cock slip in another inch. Finally he felt her against the head of his prick. He pushed again, but it wouldn't go in any further.
Willy, standing quietly by and watching the whole thing, laughed loudly now as he recognized Tom's predicament. He held on to his belly and roared drunkenly. Tom shot an angry look at him.
"Okay. I'll show you both," he growled.
"Hey. What the hell are you doing?" Willy screamed as Tom untied Joan's wrists. He turned her over roughly and she fell flat on her stomach. Too exhausted to move, she let Tom open her legs. He glared at the tight brown muscle of her ass, took his prick in his right hand and rammed it forward, splitting her ass open. She jerked and cried out but he didn't give up, pressing forward with a grunt until the head of his cock disappeared in her ass. He sat up and tried to catch his breath as Joan whined under him. Then he leaned forward again and forced his swollen cock in another inch, using his whole weight.
Willy wanted to help now. He got behind Tom and pushed with both palms against the man's ass. Tom felt his cock slide in another inch and Joan stiffened under him and cried out sharply.
"Oh please-please don't. It hurts so bad-I can't take it-please."
But Tom was at least halfway inside of her now and he pushed with a new determination as Willy shoved from behind. Her buttocks were stretched taut and covered with gleaming sweat and with a final lunge, he sank deeper and his whole cock disappeared inside of her.
Joan let out a high-pitched scream and beat her fists on the mattress. She sobbed and pleaded for him to take his cock out of her. She said it was killing her, that she felt blood. She said the muscle was ripped apart, but Tom didn't care. He tried to pull his prick out, but the suction made it almost as difficult as pushing it in. He pulled hard, jerking his torso back and now he slid a bit easier. Each time he moved, Joan squirmed beneath him and sent electric sparks into his prick. Willy still pushed from behind but Tom didn't need assistance any longer and forced his friend's hands away. He pumped into her ass, watching the muscle tense and stretch and tiny flecks of blood appear on the shaft of his prick. He rammed hard now and Joan gasped as his prick wedged her buttocks apart. The sight of her blood drove him into a frenzy and he wrapped his arms around her waist, lay his chest on her back and rode in and out of her until his weight crushed her and she fell forward onto the mattress. The fall tightened her buttocks and Tom felt new thrills as he slid in and out and soon the blood boiled in his cock and he felt himself explode in thick spurts, shooting his sperm into her heaving ass and he dropped onto her again. Joan was panting beneath him, trying to catch her breath. She knew that if she didn't move, the man would stay there resting on top of her and Willy wouldn't be able to do a thing. If she wasn't so tired, she thought, she could make a run for it. But her mind was swimming with pain and she closed her eyes as a sob caught in her throat. She was doomed. Of that fact she was sure-as sure as she'd ever been about anything before.
"You're going to kill her," Willy shouted and pulled at his friend. Tom raised his head and smiled contentedly. He rose slowly from the sobbing girl and stepped onto the floor. His cock was limp, but in spite of that, was still bigger than Willy's hard prick. They looked at each other, then at Joan, who was shuddering on the bed. Willy scratched his head.
"Fuck it," he said. "Let's go downstairs and have another drink."
"Why don't you get the bottle and bring it here?"
Willy scratched his head again and walked away. He ambled through the door and went downstairs. Tom watched Joan as she lay quietly now. He bent over her and touched her heavy buttocks, rubbed the soft flesh and ran his fingers between the tense mounds. Joan stiffened as she felt his hand on her again and turned to face him. Tom smiled and reached for her breasts, kneading them as she twisted away from his grasp. He climbed onto the bed and grabbed at her but she turned and fell on one knee on the floor. She looked over her shoulder in time to see him dive at her and catch her around the neck. They tumbled across the wooden floor and Tom wrapped his legs around her stomach and squeezed until she gasped for air. He rolled her over on her back now and sat on her stomach. She cringed at the sight of his huge cock, lolling on her stomach, and soon the head reddened and the flesh thickened. Tom's cock was long and thick, reaching almost to her breasts. She tried to inch away from it as it slithered across her flesh, but Tom held her firmly between his legs. He laughed drunkenly and pulled her by the hair. Her face was still too far away and he inched forward until his cock was between her breasts. Joan's skin was still gleaming from the rubdown that Willy had given her and now Tom realized that her skin was slippery. He pushed her breasts together, trapping his cock between the nipples, and hunched his ass. He pumped slowly between the soft mounds of her breasts, rasped her nipples and watched them stand rigid as his burning, bulbous cock rubbed hard. He felt the sensations crackling in his cock and Joan threw her head back, bit her lips and pressed her fist against her mouth to hold back the cry in her throat.
Tom was pumping faster now between the shiny globes of her breasts and his balls moved under him; he stiffened and came in short spurts over her breasts, covering her pink nipples with gleaming white sperm. He rubbed the head of his exhausted prick in his own cream, got to his knees and trailed his cock across her breasts, touched each stiffened nipple and then ran the burning, shiny head over her tightly closed lips. He slapped her hard across the face and her eyes opened, her hand flew up automatically, and she stared at the prick hanging over her as it began to shrink.
"Lick it," he whispered huskily. "Lick it or I'll get that whip again."
The thought of the lash tearing her flesh again terrified Joan and she opened her mouth. Tom stuffed his slippery cock into her lips and sat back on her chest. He let out a long deep sigh as his cock bathed in her warm saliva. It felt wonderful and he stirred again, squirming his buttocks on her chest. His cock began to stiffen. It was getting bigger now and soon filled Joan's mouth. She tried to pull away slightly but Tom, thinking that she was trying to get away, slapped her across the face again.
"You asked for it, sweetie," he said.
He rose over her on all fours now with his thick red cock still in her mouth. His legs straddled her face and he looked down at her and began to slide in and out of her stretched lips. Joan gagged as the burning head of his cock rammed against the back of her mouth. She was stuffed full, her tongue pressed down, and she moaned on his flesh as it pushed in and out. It was throbbing and she could feel the thick blue veins swelling with blood.
Tom watched her face as his cock impaled her mouth, pumping furiously until the feel of her tight lips running over his prick stiffened his body. His legs shuddered and he poured his hot fluid into her gulping mouth. She coughed and choked as he pulled out of her and a few drops of shiny liquid ran down a corner of her mouth. She wiped it away with the back of her hand and looked away as Tom grinned at her.
He stood on shaky legs, wobbled across the room and met Willy at the door. He was carrying a full bottle of whiskey and Tom grabbed it out of his hand, twisted the cap and tipped the bottle to his mouth.
"Ahhh," he said, wiping his face. "I needed that. Man, what a broad you have there. I have to hand it to you Willy, you know how to pick them. This one is going to kill me if I'm not careful." He laughed loudly and took another drink from the bottle. Willy staggered as Tom slapped him on the back. His skin reddened and he shot an angry look at his friend.
"Save that for her," he said and pointed to Joan.
She was huddled on the floor, knees pulled up to her belly. Willy glared at her heavy, round buttocks and licked his lips. He could see the tiny dark spot deep inside the furrow and he rubbed his belly and reached for the bottle. The liquid gurgled and bubbled in the bottle as he turned it upside down and sucked
"Hey, don't drink it all," Tom said indignantly, "save some for me."
Willy passed the bottle to Tom and eyed Joan again. His cock stood stiffly in front of him and he lined up the boiling head with her shiny buttocks. Joan lay still on the floor and glanced up at him through her fine hair. She brushed a few strands out of her eyes and watched his face.
Willy moved toward her and she slid back, drawing her knees in tighter. He could see the puckered brown muscle of her ass and his cock ached as he closed in on her and she slid back. He bent over her and grabbed her hair but Joan surprised him by slapping his hand away and crawling until she was against the wall.
Willy grinned drunkenly and went to the other side of the bed where the whip lay. He picked it up and went back to the cringing girl. Her eyes strained at the sight of the leather thongs dangling loosely at his side. She started to raise her hand but it was too late, the whip slashed across her tender buttocks, leaving nine red lines across her flesh. She cried out and held up both hands as Willy lashed her repeatedly with the whip. Her legs wouldn't hold her as she got up, held on to the edge of the bed and the leather whistled across her back thighs. She fell across the mattress and Willy lashed her hard on the buttocks and drooled at the sight of the two plump mounds, quivering each time the thongs whipped her. She was sobbing quietly, holding on to the mattress as Willy came up behind her and lifted her torso onto the bed. She felt his cock force its way between her tense buttocks, then slice up into her and she arched her back as the burning flesh tore into her.
Willy pressed against her back and pumped into her, hammering at her buttocks. He delighted in the slap of his body against hers, and now he rode her hard.
Tom watched from the other side of the room as he gulped big mouthfuls of whiskey. The look of pain that spread across Joan's face excited him and he felt his cock stiffening again. He walked over to the bed and stood behind Willy, who was pounding away inside of Joan's ass, tearing her tight muscle with each forward thrust. Tom's cock stood out rigidly and the head was pulsing and throbbing as the blood raced inside of him. He looked at his friend's balls slapping against Joan's white legs and he grinned.
"Hold it," he said and tugged at Willy. Willy was reluctant to stop and kept riding Joan's ass. His friend pulled the girl's head back by the hair and forced the two of them back away from the bed. Joan was standing up now with Willy's thick cock in her ass. It stretched her muscle and the pain ripped through her. Now Tom took his huge cock and forced her legs apart, inserting his swollen cock between the pink lips of her tortured cunt, and pushing up hard. She felt it ramming up into her, filling her to the breaking point until her feet left the ground and she stood on her toes. Tom put his arms under hers and squeezed. Willy, realizing what his friend was doing, wound his arms around her slender waist and held tight. Now they jerked the girl's body up and down on their cocks and she cried out in agony. They were burying their burning pricks deeper with each downward thrust and Joan felt every fiber in her body being tortured. Willy's cock battered against Tom's. They jerked her faster, pulling up and down together, and Willy let out a moan. Tom arched up higher and they both exploded in fiery bursts of fluid, filling her ass and her cunt with lava. She twisted hard between the two men as they squeezed the breath out of her. She felt their fluid streaming down her legs. It was hot and sticky and she wanted to crawl out of her skin.
The two men released her then and she fell exhausted onto the bed. Willy slapped her buttocks playfully and Tom rubbed his sticky cock over her. She cringed at their touch.
"She's had it," Tom observed. He stretched his arms over his hear and yawned. "I think I have too. What do you say we have something to eat and another drink downstairs? I'd like to rest up a bit."
They tied Joan to the bed again and went downstairs. Tom took a bath while Willy busied himself putting things away, stacking the cans of food he had purchased. He smiled as Tom began singing in the bath at the top of his lungs for all the world to hear.