Chapter 6
Having tried almost every approach there was to the situation, but the scene always finished the same way, with her on the bottom being ravaged by every man who walked through the door. Melanie had finally given up any hope of escaping from this horrid place. The marijuana only made matters worse since she lost control completely whenever she smoked it and turned into the worst whore in the place. Without the marijuana, it was just plain hell, but she seemed to resist more and get beaten up worse as a result. Either way, the end was the same.
The imprisioned young girl paced back and forth in her room, wondering what day it was and whether or not she would ever get out of this place alive.
She had no idea what kind of plan Gerome might have in mind for getting rid of her, since it was obvioous he could not hold her prisoner forever. Or could he? Or, more likely, did he have a plan to silence her forever once her usefulness was ended? Now there was someone coming and she heard the key turn in the lock. You must go down fighting, she told herself. There's no other way! Resist until you die!
"Well, look at what we got here," sneered Fred as he stepped through the doorway, followed by Chuck and Gerome. "All undressed and nowhere to go."
It was a desperate maneuver, but Melanie knew she had to make her move while the door was still open and unlocked. If she could somehow fight her way past these three men, she would stand a chance of making it to the street. It made no difference that she was naked, since dozens of men had looked at every part of her naked body for the last week, and her sense of modesty was now somewhat dulled. She had to have her freedom at any cost!
"Hey! Watch out!" shouted Gerome, seeing that she still had some fight in her. The young girl had dashed for the door, her fingernails clawing at Fred's face and her knee swinging dangerously toward Chuck's unprotected groin. There was a few seconds of wild confusion and screaming by the door before the burly Gerome got his wits together and intervened decisively, slapping her brutally across the face and she fell back onto the bed.
"Told ya this one had some steam left in her," he gasped, nursing a long ugly scratch in his arm, where Melanie had clawed at him. "Okay, sonny, yer turn. Do your stuff!"
He patted Fred on the back, and the young man strode angrily forward, ashamed at having been caught so far off balance by a mere girl and anxious to even the score. He took two short running steps and then hurled his body through the air, knocking Melanie clear off the bed and landing on top of her on the floor. Melanie lay under him, the wind gone out of her for a minute, and her moment of resistance was gone and forgotten. The door was locked now and her opportunity had been lost. Gerome would not be caught off guard a second time.
Fred sat up on top of the naked girl, a cruel smile playing across his lips. The young man had a vicious streak of sadism deep inside of him, only partially covered by the expensive education paid for by his father. He had never had the opportunity to do exactly what he liked with a really good looking woman, but it was slowly occurring to him that this might be the chance he had been waiting for. So this one thought she was hot stuff eh? Well, Fred Doyle would show her who was boss. Those full pink lips of hers looked like they could use some action, and he knew just what to do with them!
Melanie closed her eyes and waited for her fate like an animal about to be slaughtered. The man was running his hands lasciviously all over her full voluptuous body, and she knew in advance that he would make it his business to humilate her as much as he could. She would pay for that little attempted escape, and then would pay again when Gerome got her alone with the whip.
"Little whore, you and I are going to play a very special game, I know," Fred informed her cruelly. "Get on your knees!"
It was hopeless and Melanie knew it. She was surrounded by three grown men who could make her do any perversely wicked thing they desired. She had no idea which particular perversion this one had in mind, but after awhile, all perversions seemed alike to her. After a week in the house, she had seen them all. She tried to cry out, but found that no tears would come. Even after such a short time there, she was getting hardened, getting used to abuse and maltreatment, and she realized with a pang of regret that she would never be that sweet innocent young coed she was, once upon a time. Even if she did manage to get out of this chamber of horrors alive, she would do as she was told now. Her display of bravado was over for today but perhaps tomorrow she would try again. Perhaps if she could really please one of her customers, make one of them fall in love with her, then someone might agree to take a note out with them for help or call the police.
"Take it out, baby," he commanded, indicating his fly. "I got a present in there for you."
Dully she moved to comply, fumbling a little with his belt buckle and then drawing down the zipper to reveeal a pair of white shorts. His pants fell to the floor and the young college boy stepped out of them and then made her remove his shorts. His long limp cock dangled obscenely between his legs, and Fred grinned down at her sadistically.
"Hmmm, I see that my little present isn't in the proper condition to be given away. Now well have to work on that, won't we little one?" As he spoke, the egoistical freshman slid his hands roughly into her long dark hair, tightening his grip so that he could move her head around as he desired, and also hurt her anytime he wished. With a sudden jerk, he yanked her face closer to his still flaccid penis.
"You're going to suck me now, baby," he commanded her. "I want to see you suck this cock of mine till I tell you to stop and not a moment before. You understand!"
Melanie understood. It was not he first time one of her customers had made this lewd request of her, but at those times she had been flying high on the marijuana and it had seemed easier to do, but now she was cold sober, and in full command of her faculties. The others had simply rammed themselves into her open mouth and had not asked her to do anything but endure it. But this man was forcing her to do it herself now and she didn't think that she could!
His hands tightened in her hair, reminding her that he still possessed the power to make her suffer whenever he wanted. Gerome had thrown himself comfortably on the bed and was watching with evil enjoyment. Chuck was straddling a chair and looking on with serious interest as if he were attending a scientific demonstration of some kind. Melanie opened her eyes to find that Fred's long slightly jerking cock was staring her right in the face, only inches from her delicate pink lips. Grinning like a devil, Fred reached down and rubbed the moist thick head of his slowly inflating penis against her cheeks, running it up over her nose and then down onto her mouth, never once loosening his grip on her soft, dark hair.
"Come on, baby, open up. Now, is the time!" he ordered her.
But Melanie felt as if her teeth were glued together. She wanted desperately to avoid any more pain, but something inside of her refused to cooperate in this lewd experiment, and her mouth remained solidly closed. Angered by this new show of resistance, Fred yanked again on her hair, forcing an offended cry to her lips. As soon as her mouth opened to protest, Fred made his move, jamming his lust bloated cock up into her mouth savagely. Her groan turned into a gurgle of distress as she felt the slowly hardening mass of male flesh plung into her mouth, almost choking her. Once inside, the man's penis began to expand as he excited himself by looking down at the gleaming blue veined shaft stuck obscenely in between her soft pink lips.
"Lets get to work, sweetheart," he warned her. "I want to see you suck!"
Knowing by bitter experience that he was in a position to enforce his wishes and would only hurt her again if she tried to rebel, Melanie started nibbling gently on his large flexible cock, feeling it become firmer and straighter by the moment as she caressed him with the sensual softness of her lips. The young man's eyes were almost bulging from his head as he looked down on the suffering, tormented young girl from his position of lofty superiority, watching her submissive mouth working slavishly over his rigidly throbbing cock. Fred jerked on her soft hair again just out of meanness, and was rewarded for this act of casual cruelty by seeing the girl react in fright, sucking his cruelly marauding instrument even deeper into the ravaged depths of her throat, sucking on him as if her life depended on it.
She decided to make him cum as quickly as possible and get it over with, hoping to please him enough so that he would refrain from hurting her more. She was using her tongue now, lashing back and forth against the sensitive nerve endings in his penis and making his hips flick involuntarily back and forth as he began to fuck slowly in and out of her widely stretched mouth.
Things were speeding up now, and the end was not far off. Fred was unbearably excited as he stood over the nakedly kneeling brunette like a reigning king, his hands twisting through the dark tangle of her hair, mumbling all the obscene words and phrases he could think of while he skewered mercilessly back and forth, frying to shove his jerking, over stimulated, instrument all the way down her gurgling throat.