Chapter 9

It won't be long before winter starts, Tracy thought, walking along with a light red coat over her blue minidress. I'm glad I'm living by myself. If my folks ever found out how I managed to get all those accounts into Sternfeld & Hertz, they'd disown me. She had a date that evening with Harold Frischeen. Even though the man was old enough to be her father, Tracy liked him a lot. And he had a lot more juice in him than many other younger men she'd seduced. She'd been seeing him on Friday nights a lot. She liked being with him. Since she was in no mood to marry at this time, and he would never be in the mood for another marriage, the two of them were getting along quite well.

It was four-thirty when she left the office. She could have bought a car, but there was nowhere for her to park it in the financial district, and so she'd decided to continue using public transportation. Not only was it cheaper, but it was faster. She didn't notice the cream Mustang driving along nearby, and even if she did, she wouldn't have paid much attention to it. Cars never moved fast in that area.

There was a street she used to cut across to the next block where the bus stop was located. Using the street would save her nearly two blocks of walking, even though it was more like an alleyway than anything else.

Gluck, behind the wheel of the old Mustang, said to Finn, "This has to be it. Almost no one drives down that, block, and hardly anyone ever uses it as a shortcut."

"Okay," Finn nodded. "You drive a little ahead of her and stop the car. As she walks past, we'll jump out and grab her."

Tracy, still totally unaware of the two men, ignored the car as it sidled by her on the deserted street. Her steps echoed on the pavement as she walked, not noticing the car, or that it had stopped. Then, as she passed the car, the two doors opened. She recognized Paul Finn coming from the passenger side, and she felt her heart leap in her bosom. He was one man she didn't want to be with, alone, especially on a deserted street. By now he was certainly aware she and Steffie were the ones taking away his clientele.

"Hello, Tracy," he greeted, his nasal voice sounding thin and reedy.

"Mr. Finn," she nodded, and suddenly strong hands were around her, holding her tight, one arm around her breasts and the other hand clamped tightly over her mouth. Before she realized it, Tracy found herself being hoisted into the air as Paul Finn grabbed her ankles. He tied a short rope around them and the two men brought her to the back of the Mustang. When the hand clamped over her mouth moved for a moment, she took a deep breath, ready to scream, and suddenly a kerchief, the one she'd worn around her neck, was being stuffed into her mouth. Another rope secured her arms to her sides so she couldn't raise them. Face down, she was thrown into the smelly backseat of the car. The two front seat-backs were slammed back into place, and she felt the car shift as the two men got in. They slammed the car door, and drove off at a very leisurely pace.

They drove for what seemed like forever to Tracy. She had no conception of time or direction. When the car finally stopped, the two men hauled her out, still face down, and carried her a short distance. One of them paused to set her feet down, open a door, then pick her feet up again. They carried her inside and shut the door. Blankets had already been hung over the windows, and two large lanterns were being used, since the electricity in the place had been shut off long ago.

When they set Tracy on her feet, she could see a bed with an old lumpy mattress, but no bedding. The bonds were removed from her feet, and the gag was taken from her mouth.

"Mr. Finn," she gasped, "I don't know what you think you're doing, but whatever is it, it's wrong. You'd better take me back."

"No way," the gorilla-like voice of Marty Gluck snapped.

"My God!" she gasped. "What do you want?"

"For openers, your ass," Gluck guffawed.

Panic gripped Tracy, and suddenly she began screaming. She screamed long and loud.

"You shut up," Gluck bellowed at her, "or we'll kick the living crap out of you before we fuck the ass off you. Face it, you stuck-up, snot-nosed brat. You are about to get your cunt fucked good and proper. The harder you make it for us, the harder you make it for yourself. Got me?"

"If you think I'm going to help you rape me, Marty, you're dumber than you look. And that's going some."

"To hell with all this talk," Paul snapped, undoing the ropes around her arms. "See this knife?" he said to Tracy, waving an ordinary snap-open penknife in front of her. "It can kill as nicely as anything around. If you give us a hard time, I can use it to slice off your nipples, or cut off your eyelids, or even snip off your clitoris. As I recall, you have a really long clit, and castrating it from the rest of you won't be any kind of problem whatsoever."

"You're sick!" Tracy gasped as he removed her coat. "You're really sick!"

"Leave that little red hat of hers on," Gluck muttered. "She looks sexier that way."

"She has one nice body," Finn admitted, undoing the buttons on her blue minidress and making her remove it. Underneath, she had on a blue bra and a pair of blue pantyhose.

Terrified beyond thought, unable to think at the moment, Tracy stood in the middle of the room, trembling, wrapping her arms tightly around her body. They had locked the door, and she was much too frightened to think of crashing through a window and cutting herself to pieces on broken glass. This was a situation for which she was totally unprepared, and she didn't know what to do.

Suddenly both men seemed to jump on her at once, literally tearing her bra and pantyhose from her body. When she struggled, they threw her face-down on the mattress.

"Me first," Gluck insisted. "I been waiting a long time for this. Me first."

He stared at her long, columnar thighs, white even in the lantern light. She must have done exercises to keep her thighs so well toned. Finn used his arms on her ankles to keep her thighs wide apart. Under the bikini panties they could see the crease of her swollen pussy lips, surrounded as it was by the black, wiry moss of hair.

"God! Look at that body," Marty Gluck grunted. "God! I've been waiting so long to fuck her."

"No, no, no!" Tracy screamed.

He loved the narrowness of her naked waist above her panties, and he paused to admire the firm smoothness of her white back, marred only by the constricting lines caused by her bra. He kneeled and ran a hand over her shivering back, then whispered to Finn, "Shit! Just feel how smooth her back is. No goddamn wonder Ed Horner enjoyed fucking her. And you and I are going to get even more from her."

He leaned forward a little more, sniffing with his nose, smelling the freshness of her back. Then he pushed a hand between her body and the mattress and began squeezing and kneading her small, firm right breast. His hand trembled as he thrilled to the solidity of her flesh.

"Jesus!" he gasped to Finn. "They're small, but do they ever feel great. I've never felt tits as firm as these."

He felt the hard rubbery nipples swelling in his palms as he reached beneath the other side of her body with his other hand and felt her other tit. He pulled the nipples hard, and when Tracy struggled in an attempt to ward him off, she couldn't help feeling the strength of his caresses. When she almost pulled away from him at one point, he freed a hand, slapped her rump, and yelled, "Stay still, bitch. I've been waiting too long for this. I'll be goddamned if I'm going to let your stubbornness rob me of your hot cunt.. . . "

His aching hands slid along the hot contours of her body, running over the firm, white flesh of her slender waist until they came to the elastic-top of her panties. His hands continued moving lower, taking the panties with them. He moved one hand around to caress the softness of her quivering belly. There was no way he would have been able to tug her panties off, so he just simply ripped them off.

"Look at that juicy pussy," Gluck gasped, staring at the hair-lined vertical slit beneath her rounded buttocks.

Tracy, feeling Paul Finn's hold on her ankles loosen a bit, attempted to struggle, but Finn's grip tightened again. Realizing how utterly hopeless the whole thing was, she relaxed. She was going to be raped and there was nothing she could do about it. She simply hoped they wouldn't use metal or wood or sandpaper inside her.

A moment later, she stiffened as Marty walked around in front of her and gripped her black hair with his hands, pulling her face up to look at him. He had his belt open and his pants undone with the zipper down. He dropped everything, underpants included, giving her a close glimpse of his short, thick cock as it stood slightly out from under his white pelvic bush. It waggled from side to side, almost like half a weather vane.

"Take a good look at it, you black-haired bitch," he told her. "I mean, take a really good look at it. This is the cock that's going to fit in your cunt, among other places. You snide bitch, snubbing me all these weeks."

The heavy mass of white hair above his throbbing cock created the false impression of tremendous strength in his nuts. The swollen bulging red glans seemed to tease her as its sightless eye, aimed directly at her, let a small drop of its colorless liquid drip onto the mattress right near her face.

"Lap it up, you cunt," Gluck snapped, cramming her head down into the mattress, rubbing her face into it.

Paul, meanwhile, rested his knees on her ankles and began running his hands over her smooth white buttocks. He had forgotten how fabulous she was. God! There were nights when he dreamed of that one time he'd fucked her, but none of his dreams had accurately recalled how perfect her white skin really was, or the smoothness of her unmarred flesh. He had a clear, unobstructed view of her hair-surrounded nookie, especially since he had a lantern aimed directly at it. He saw the way the faint pink outer lips, all convex and pouting, parted a little to reveal the deeper richness of her pink inner labia. Christ! It was a fantastic sight. He would be fucking it again, though he'd have to wash her out if Gluck was going in, first.

Gluck kicked his pants and underwear off, then dropped Tracy's sobbing face onto the mattress. Making certain Finn was keeping her thighs wide apart, he rammed two fingers into her dry, pink gash. Fear had kept Tracy from lubricating. Even though undressing normally started her creaming, this was one time her juices remained inside. When Gluck rammed the two fingers into her dry, pink meat, Tracy shuddered. But Gluck was not ready to give up. He continued impatiently sawing into dry nookie, and eventually, even though it was against Tracy's will, as the fingertips rubbed inside her outer flaps, a smooth, light liquid began seeping from her. She tried pulling away from his thrusting fingers, but one hand, pressed to her back, held her tightly against the bed, while Paul Finn's knees were still weighing down her ankles. All she could do was lie there face-down, and inwardly cringe. She felt as if she no longer had the strength to cry.

Gluck rammed fingers deeper and deeper into her tight hole, shoving them farther and farther into her resisting tunnel. His fingers .felt more and more moisture seeping out, and soon there was a flood of pussy juice in her vaginal causeway. He didn't try cramming his fingers in any deeper. He wanted the pleasure of filling her tight quim with his bursting cock. But as he slowly yanked his fingers out of her, he rubbed them all the harder against her upper vaginal wall, feeling how sensitive she was to the pressure he applied.

"Jesus H. Christ!" he gasped. "She has to have the tightest nookie I have ever felt."

Instead of pulling his two fingers out, as he'd originally intended, he jammed a third finger into her, seeing how it made her writhe and wriggle, knowing she was uncomfortable. When he noticed she refused to continue moving, he began rubbing his fingers through her seething box all the more quickly.

Tracy, angry at these men as well as frightened, was determined they shouldn't notice her becoming aroused. She didn't want them to know her body could be made to like things even from the creepiest of men. She could feel his fingers moving faster, and because they were coated with the oozing oils from within her body, they seemed to ease in and out. He opened the fingers inside her, touching three of her walls at once, making her wetter and wetter.

Taking a deep breath, Tracy tried to relax, and as she did so, she thought the pressure on her ankles by Paul Finn's knees seemed to lessen. Once more she tried to roll free, and once more she was doomed to disappointment.

"Now you listen, you bitch," Gluck said to her. "You aren't getting away. Fight us, and we'll tear the flesh from your body, and you'll end up buried somewhere as fertilizer for somebody's garden. Get me? Now get up on your knees."

Paul took his knees off the girl's ankles, and Tracy, knowing the two men would hurt her if she tried making a break, slowly came up on her knees with her head still, pressing into the mattress. Marty Gluck, who was now behind her and on the bed with his knees wedged between her thighs, pre-vented her from closing her thighs. He was ramming his three thrusting fingers a bit deeper inside her, still wanting to keep her tight vagina as open as possible. Not that he gave a damn whether or not she enjoyed what he was doing. What he did care about was keeping that hot hole open wide enough for him to fit his own throbbing cock inside. But he did notice Tracy was involuntarily moving her body to counter the thrusts of his fingers.

Finally he tugged his fingers out, then used his thumbs to pull her pussylips apart, looking into her hole, saying, "That has to be the most fabulous cunt I've ever seen." And then he gripped his, cock with his hand and pressed it to the meaty opening.

"Don't!" Tracy gasped, her voice sounding dry and cracked. "Marty don't do this. Please, please."

"Stop the shitting," Gluck snapped. "You fucked willingly enough for Ed Horner. I know. I followed you and Horner to Steffie's apartment that night. When you came back from your walk and went inside, you forgot to lock the door. I peeped in and saw you. It isn't as if you're some prim little virgin. You've been fucked before, and more than once, if what Paul, here, tells me, is right. So you have no cause objecting to my fucking you. Why the hell should you care, anyway? A cock's a cock."

"Ohhhhhhh no-o-o-o-o . . . " Tracy gasped, feeling his solid spike of cock begin slamming at her leaking vagina.

His hand, tightly gripping it, guided it past slavering vaginal outer lips. He felt her writhe as the unwanted pole began making inroads. Even if she was a bit wet inside, her vagina was not nearly wide enough, and it wasn't prepared to accept so thick a piece of pipe into its seething interior. Her tight quimwalls were being stretched and swollen as he slowly moved into her. Gluck wasn't being kind, moving his prick into her simmering pussy, slowly. He wanted to get the full enjoyment of her burning pussy as it slowly enveloped his entire five-inch, broad poker, and her tight cuntwalls felt the agony as he pushed forward, stretching them. Little by little he forced the tight sleeve of her crushing pussy to open, and it hurt all the more because he was prolonging the entrance. Tracy began weeping again, sobbing as the thick, stubby spike pushed its way into her. She cried to think he made her feel good.

To Marty Gluck, the sensation was fantastic. He'd never before realized how wonderful a woman's vagina could feel. He had never married, basically because there wasn't a woman in the world dumb enough to want him, even if he made a halfway decent living. He looked like such an ogre, and behaved so poorly, women, in general, wanted nothing to do with him. He couldn't even get many whores to do anything for him, and as a result, he did more things by hand than any other way.

Now, hot and sticky, he felt the tight rubber band-like tunnel of Tracy's screaming cunt squeeze the hell out of his throbbing cock. It was a flaming, burning sensation of tingling delight, and as he moved deeper and deeper into her, he felt his balls shudder with wonder and delight.

"Christ!" he said to Paul Finn. "I've never fucked a cunt this tight in my life. Christ! This has to be the most fabulous pussy my cock has ever felt. Shit! You wouldn't believe how great it is in here."

"I believe, I believe," Finn nodded. "I've been there before."

Her tight vulva spread the littlest bit wider now, accepting him somewhat more readily, and the heated, sticky ooze wetting her inner flesh flooded and bathed his proving cock, making wild pinwheels of light go off in his mentally retarded brain.

"God! Just look at the way its fitting into her," Gluck gasped. "I've got to get it all the way in."

Taking a deep breath, Gluck slammed forward hard, and his solid meat almost tore her mucous membranes as it sank still deeper. Yet, Tracy loved every bit of it, rough as it was, and though her mind objected to the presence of Marty Gluck, the fact he was fucking her without her having to look at him served to enhance the tingling pressures within.

Her brain continued to ask why Finn and Gluck had teamed up to do this to her. They were sick. That seemed like the only logical explanation.

The thick, fat prick roared through her clutching, crushing vagina, working faster and faster, making her lubricate that much more quickly, charging all the way into her aching, yearning vessel. His flat belly rammed against the tops of her asscheeks, and his curiously smooth thighs slapped against the lower parts of her rectal mounds, hitting them so hard they were being squashed flat. Flames burned through his eager lungs as he gripped her smooth hips and let his baton move smoothly in and out. His plundering cock was covered with her pussy juices as he rammed it in again and again, not even caring the grunts coming from her were grunts of enjoyment rather than gasps of sorrow. His thick dick rubbed so solidly through her tissues, it pressured all four walls at once, and Tracy's biggest regret at that moment was that .it was so short. Two or even three more inches would have been perfect. The swollen head of his pounding cock was nowhere near her cervix.

Gluck looked down to stare at his oil-covered schlong, gasping as he enjoyed the way it moved in and out of her. He could see the cuticle-shaped pink ridges of her inner, tender labia leaping out each time he yanked his throbbing penis back, and noted how everything seemed to disappear like magic each time he thrust forward. Now he started setting a regular fucking pace, in and out, in and out, slamming his entire bulk against her rounded moons of ass each time he slammed forward. His hands were clutching her white flesh so tightly, his fingers were leaving black and blue marks in her delicate skin.

The flames in hi lungs turned to searing metal as he gasped all the more heavily, forcing her thighs to open even more widely so he could study their contours. She was kneeling before him as if bowing, praying to a lord and master. True, she was facing the other way, but that was the only way he could get into her seething vagina as she paid him homage. His pounding prick continued slamming into her tight, sucking depths, and he was content she had been made for his own personal enjoyment.

His mind was on fire -what there was of it -and his stabbing cock throbbed, his thick, bloated, swollen glans charging through her ravaged channel, creating the feeling he was actually slicing into her tender flesh. Where this female was concerned, he was a god.

Over and over his slamming dock rammed into her red, feminine incision, building more and more pleasure in Tracy's uncontrolled body. The muscles in his thighs tightened as he continued his merciless pounding, rotating his body as he plugged into her again and again. He wished his throbbing cock was longer so he could send it deeper and deeper into her damn body. He'd teach her to think he was a nobody. He'd show her he was as good as, if not better than, any other cock she'd ever had plowing into her tight, squeezing depths. He realized he was getting to her, listening to her sighing, grunting, pleasurable groans. He wished he'd brought a tape recorder so he could play back the sounds later on, letting her recognize her own voice, making her realize he had fucked her as well as any man.

Her deep gasps mixed with guttural moans of delight were short, punctuated groans of pleasure. Each one seemed to begin before the other had ended, and Tracy cursed herself for not being able to control her inner feelings. She was enjoying this, all of it, even though the men had frightened the wits out of her earlier. If this was the punishment they intended to continue meting out to her, she knew she would be able to outlast the two of them, even if she was the captive at present.

Gluck violently slammed his petrified cock into her steaming center repeatedly, as if expecting to drill up into her belly. For all the energy he'd expended, he was now grasping and wheezing, sweat flooding his ample forehead and spilling into his eyes. This only made him screw his throbbing cock into the tender recesses of the young girl's soft pussy with that much more fierceness. He could feel his swollen cock becoming thicker, swearing it would soon burst if his rocks didn't blow off. His big asscheeks tightened as he pounded into her all the more vehemently, feeling his small scrotum .tighten and draw up into his groin. His thighs continued wickedly slamming against her soft white asscheeks, enhancing the sensations that much more for him.

For all his thrusting, Gluck was unable to hurt Tracy, who was in a rapturous state all by herself. A cock always seemed to do wonders for her. Her gasps and sighs were of total, wanton delight as the stubby flesh can continued its reckless attack into her tight quim, reaching for her cervical opening, totally incapable of stretching that far.

And then Gluck began to feel it. That sensation for which he had been waiting; the reason for his having gone through all this began reaching into him. It began pouring over him, inundating him, swallowing him up like a huge, gigantic tidal wave. He slammed himself all the more strongly into her as his entire body suddenly stiffened.

His entire torso was a rigid board as he stiffened behind her little round ass, knifing his throbbing staff into her again and again. He was going to come.

Tracy felt his tightening, but she was way ahead of him. She had already felt three tiny climaxes shooting through her body, and now, suddenly, a big one hit her with more force than any thrust of Gluck.

"EEEEEAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!" she screamed, unable to control herself as her tight cunt began spasming around the thrusting cock, exerting more pressure on it than ever. Her tight vagina opened and closed, squeezing harder each time it closed, literally sucking the juice and the strength from his throbbing penis.

"AYYYYAAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!" Gluck bellowed as he began a series of long, spasming thrusts, violently trembling as thick, gummy wads of sperm spurted from the tip of his flesh hose, flooding into her with burning satiety. Gasping shouts seemed to die in his throat as he gurgled, unable to properly express himself as his entire world suddenly seemed to shatter.

Tracy whined when she felt him pull out of her, but was surprised to feel him fall back on the bed behind her.

"What's the matter with you?" Paul Finn asked.

"Asthma," Gluck gasped. "Asthma. I'm having an attack. Need mouth spray."

"Where is it?" Paul asked as Gluck's naked body rolled to the floor.

"Drugstore," he gasped. "Go to the drugstore." And he mentioned the name of a spray.

"You," Paul Finn said to Tracy. "Lie down on the bed. Right now."

She lay down, face up, and he used Marty Gluck's belt to tie her to the bed. Then he said, "I'm going out to get Marty his medicine. I'll be back in a very short while. And then I'm going to fuck that sweet mouth of yours. So you limber up that tongue and get it ready for me, understand?"

Tracy could only lay there, feeling a little disgusted. Even with his so-called friend rolling around on the floor, unable to breathe, all Paul Finn could think about was getting his rocks off in her mouth.

She lay back as Finn pulled on his jacket, opened the door, and hurried out, shutting and locking the door behind him. As she lay there, listening to the loud wheezing sounds coming from Gluck, she felt a little ashamed that she, too, felt the desire for more climaxes.