Chapter 6
"Oh, God! It hurts! It hurts!" Gillian heard herself grunt masochistically, and tentatively, to ease the pain, she fucked back against him to meet the forward thrust of his cock. She began to undulate her body, swinging her buttocks in tiny rotating circles, clasping it tightly with the slight throb of her rectum on the outstroke.
"Oooooohhhh!" Steve Shelley groaned. "Oooohhh, your little asshole's so hot and tight up inside! But that's it, my dear! Ooohhhh, that's it!" He threw back his head in ecstasy from the warm clasping flesh enveloping him, and watched the reddish pink skin of the tiny round hole draw back with his cock, feeling the sudden voluntary movements of her buttocks before him. He groaned and surged into her with renewed power. He knew she was his to do as he wished now. She was like a slave kneeling before him, prepared to follow his every wish and command. There was no resistance left in this innocently pure young widow impaled on his cock. He would fuck it to her now as she had never had it before, and she would soon learn to love it ... Hell, she was quickly beginning to love it already! He watched the movement of her buttocks and the arching hollows of her back as she worked and ground back into him, her long raven-black hair falling down over her face and around her neck as she squirmed her nakedly kneeling body lewdly in fron of him.
He increased the intensity and speed of his lust-hardened cock fucking into her rectum until her breasts jerked and danced below her helplessly bucking body like quivering mounds of vibrating jelly. She continued to push back at the thick instrument fucking into her from the rear, almost praying for him to cum up in her so it would end, and she could see his small beady eyes in the mirror locked in gloating fascination on her twisted and bent form. Gradually, she became accustomed to the trunk-like rod imbedded in her, and she became aware that hot lubricating juices of her cunt and anus had begun to flow, easing the pain, allowing still more of the ever growing cock to be pumped into her. She could feel his huge gourd-like testicles brushing against her clitoris between her wide-spread thighs, and with every pounding beat of them against her hardened little bud, a weird masochistic joy rippled through her. Even the lessening pain was strangely pleasurable, and she waved her buttocks back against it as much as she could.
The sight in the mirrors incited her more. This was total subjugation ... being helplessly enslaved on her knees this way, breasts jiggling crazily underneath, and she could see from the reflections in the polished glass the giant rod impaling her from behind. God, it was huge! It appeared as though her buttocks were spread beyond all human endurance. And that monsterous instrument was actually sunk all the way up between them as far as it would go. She could even see the tiny pink lips of her thinly stretched anus clasped tightly around the edges of it. God, what a hole it made in her rectum! The lewd picture of her humiliation made her squirm back at it again to punish herself more.
"Is it good?" Steve panted, now stroking the shitely quivering globes of her buttocks, sweat rolling from his face in profusion. "Do you like it?"
"Ooohhhhh! Nooooo! Noooooo!" Gillian moaned, a battle raging within her. She couldn't be liking this! No ... no, it was too lewdly awful, too sinfully degrading to enjoy.
Do you want me to stop?" he taunted cruelly. "Do you want me to stop ... and keep the pictures?"
She suddently groaned at the reminder of why she was kneeling before him and panicked at his threat, "Oh, no! Don't stop!"
"Then say it! Say you love me fucking you in the ass, my dear!"
"Ooohhhhhh!" she hissed from between clenched teeth as he fucked the hardness of his cock still deeper and harder into her anus, expanding the tiny, tight hole with every sadistic lunge of his pelvis. Oh God, how he was debasing her, treating her like a common slut he had bought for the night. Then, in spite of her revulstion at submitting to him like this, strange masochistic pleasures rippled through her again. She suddenly wanted to be destroyed by what she was going, she wanted to be fucked until she could never walk again. The lewd subjugation of her helpless, kneeling form was driving her wild with lustinciting sensation.
"Yes, fuck me ... fuck me in the asshole gooooood...." she grunted through contorted lips, sweat dripped from her straining face, the rhythm of his cruel skewering of her rectal passage building an aching hunger for more. Exquisite maddening pleasures purled through her helpless naked form, the thought of begging him to drive the teasing rod into her, fueling the hot licking flames in her loins. It was unbearable! "Oooohhh, God, yessssss, fuck me in the ass like that!"
Steve grinned an obscene smile of victory. He had the proud bitch right where he wanted her. She wanted it with all her being now, and by God, he was going to give it to her. He began an even harder, faster fucking motion with his hips driving her white quivering buttocks high up in the air and then down again as a jockey riding a thoroughbred horse. His thick, rigid cock fucked into her round-stretched anus in heavy deep thrusts that traveled the full eight inches of fleshy shaft. A moist sucking sound of intercourse sounded through the small bedroom, and the slap of his heavily swinging balls down against her soft, pink vaginal slit and trembling little clitoris below joined it harmoniously. Steve licked his lips hungrily as he watched the tiny reddish pucker of her sphincter muscle clutch at his penis as if it didn't want him to come out, only to disappear inside again as he lunged brutally forward.
Gillian groaned out her submission to the lewd sensations racing rampantly through her sodomistically ravished body. Her toes curled tightly against the bed covers as she was bucked up and down, fucked like the helpless slave she was. She could feel his monsterous cock growing inside her mercilessly battered rectum, its giant head pummeling into her like an unrelenting fist. His fingers that tore inhumanly at her nakedly writhing hips gave her no respite from the involuntarily growing pleasure, building ... building ... ever building deep in her belly.
"Harder ... harder ... ooohhhh, cum, cum, fuck me harder and cum...." she heard herself chant deliriously in rhythm to his long hard strokes. She wanted to be torn apart. She wanted to be ripped. Great huge waves of delicious sensations surged through her, her entire body growing like an expanded balloon, threatening to burst into a thousand colored pieces as it had not done since her husband had last fucked her. At last she was filled with cock again, her lewdly tingling body was being raped as never before, and it felt as if her very insides were melting from the fierce heat of her insane arousal and coming out around his stabbing cock in flowing white-hot liquid. Cum ... cum ... she was going to cum!
Suddenly, with a groan deep from in her lungs, great floods of seething juice streamed out from the walls of her vagina, gushing on out over Steve's testicles as they swung heavily down from the base of his penis. Gillian gave one long low scream, reaching back with her hands and splaying her asscheeks farther apart to give his pistoning cock greater access. She thrust her brutally aching loins up at him with demonical force, screwing herself up hungrily on the still pumping rod. More juices flowed from her quivering vaginal crevice as her nostrils flared and one long gasp of breath escaped raspingly from her chest as though she had been hit in the stomach with a powerful fist. She collapsed under him, her body quivering uncontrollably as the after-sensations floated down gently from the wildly exploding orgasm she had reached.
Her next door neighbor sense her climax and drove his penis deep up inside as her legs splayed out on either side of his heavily lunging body. He could feel the hot jet stream begin far down in his inflated testicles, and race headlong down the length of his pulsating shaft, spewing wildly out of the tip deep into the darkly hidden depths of her rectum. He filled her belly completely and overflowing out from her tightly clenched anus to trickle down and mingle with her own orgasmic juices seeping hotly from the soft, hair-lined lips of her excitedly contracting cunt below. He gave one last gasp as with a jerk he emptied the last dregs of sperm into her still quivering backsides, then he, too, collapsed across her spent body, flattening her on her stomach, spread-eagled on the furry white bed.
After awhile, she felt his weight lifting from her and the softness of his deflated penis slip with a wet sucking noise from the confines of her forever-expanded anus. She felt wet and expanded anus. She felt wet and a slight soreness there, but nothing like the horror of the beginning.
Any physical damage to her ravished, battered, and bruised body would heal, she knew, but she doubted that anything could ever eliminate the horrible mental injury that she had done unwillingly to herself. She knew that she should now be filled with repugnance and loathing, but she was not, and this made her frightened more than from the vile acts done to her by Steve Shelley. She felt the blood rising in her cheeks as vividly, she remembered her own lustful performance just now. Truly, his handsome, virile body had reached her before he was done. He had come at her like a conquering warrior devourint the spoils of victory, and the fact she could not avoid was that she had completely and wantonly enjoyed the ugly but delicious sensation Steve had sent coursing through her helplessly trapped body. God, she was ashamed!
She rolled over onto her back, unmindful that all of her naked, lust-sweat beauty was on display in the mirrors, reflecting like a hundred trembling, glistening bodies, whose rosy-hued flesh were painted with the mingling fluids of male sperm and female orgasmic secretions. What modesty was there to lose now? He had unlocked some deep, wickedly lewd blackness in her soul, and if he wanted a whore, then a whore she would be. And she sickeningly realized that she would respond with more than just an act to please him. She would be that whore, reveling in his cruel debasement....
And then in the reflecting glass above and around her, the lovely young mother suddenly saw other figures. Her eyes flew wide with startled, terrified shock, and she struggled to her knees on the bed, tottering with humiliation and torment. Two boys and a strange girl were slowly advancing into the bedroom, but there were only dim, hazy images to her, her eyes staring with utter mortification at the slim young teenager whose face was distorted with horror and disbelief in front of them. "Tansy!"
About an hour before Gillian Nash choked out her daughter's name. Tansy had been a quivering, quietly moaning girl on the couch in Wilma's Casey's basement playroom. Time was meaningless and blurred to her, merging with the cocks of Jason Hargrove and Bart Linwood which had continually assaulted her hapless, drug-crazed young body. She was beyond emotion, her tender loins jerking spasmodically as her muscles twitched from the wild, electric-like orgasms she'd received.
The two boys and the naked young girl, Wilma, stood over her writhing form, grinning lewdly down at her. She stared back up at them through dulled, sex-fogged eyes, her legs sprawled wide out to the sides, displaying obscenely all of her pink, gently palpitating vagina. Their voices were indistinct and dim in her buzzing ears, for she was no longer a little, innocent teenaged girl, but a passionate mass of sexually satiated and drugged female flesh, unable to think or breathe.
"Have we time to take her on again?" Bart was asking excitedly. Even though he'd already cum many times in her and his girl friend, Wilma, the very prurience of this virginal-looking Tansy enticed his cock to harden with renewed interest.
"No, we've got to get over to the coach's house," Jason said, and then he grinned with unsatiated lust at his friend. What the hell, you can fuck her again anyway you want to when we get over there."
"Sure," Wilma added excitedly. "What the hell, the more the merrier. Come on, lets get the hot bitch dressed so we can go."
Her limbs too weak and weary to be able to perform for herself, Tansy allowed the others to lift her up from the couch and dress her. Then exhaustedly, she hung between Jason and Bart as they helped her to the four-door sedan that belonged to Bart and which he'd driven to Wilma's that morning. She tottered as they opened the back door, and almost fell inside, lowering herself to the soft seat and unconsciously allowing herself to be snuggled in the arms of her boyfriend, Jason Hargrove, as he climbed in beside her.
As Bart drove back through town and to her house, Tansy found that some of her passion-fevered mind had cleared in the wake of her sexual ecstasy. Shame and revulsion inundated her, causing tears to blur and darken her quiltily swollen eyes and dribble down her cheeks. Well, she'd finally been fucked, and fucked good. No longer could she claim to belong to the select few known as virgins. No longer would she have to worry about bringing an innocent body to her marriage bed for the sacrifice to her husband. Who would want her now? No decent boy, not after what she'd allowed to be done to her. Oh God, she didn't want to think about it ... Maybe later, when she was safely away from Jason and the other scheming young couple, Bart and Wilma....
Jason pressed closer and put his arm tightly around her sobbing waist, and through her still partially fogged eyes, the self-loathing girl saw that he was smiling in lewd triumph. "You were great, baby," he complimented. "Now don't be all morbid and sulky about it ... a good fucking never hurt any girl, and you've got to admit, you really turned on something fierce. Just like I said you would, once you got a taste of cock. Rest awhile," he continued, his hand fondling her trembling leg. "Rest until we get over to where you live. I think you'll get a real surprise at what's waiting for you."
The handsome youth's chuckle was almost obscene, and Tansy shuddered at the lurid thought of what the "surprise" might be ... but she never considered even in the most dark, forbidden recesses of her mind what she was speeding toward in crushed obeisance....
At first she thought that they were going to stop at her house, and her initial reaction was one of relief. Maybe there wasn't going to be a surprise, or if there was, it was to let her free. Oh God, she hoped so! But then she felt a twinge of fear, as she thought of what her mother would say if she saw her like this. Tansy knew that she couldn't ever explain what had really happened to her, how she had been deceived and led on with alcohol and drugs until she'd gone too far and finally even her own body had betrayed her.
Mother would never understand, and she finally decided that if she was let out, she wouldn't go inside her house, but would run away. Even if somehow she kept it a secret, she could never be able to curl up in her mother's lap with girlish innocence again without thoughts of this horrible day, and she knew she couldn't face her home and the love that it represented. She was too soiled, too rained. While time might dim the memory, it would never erase it.
Instead, they stopped the car next door, at Steve Shelley's residence. Puzzled, she let Jason help her out of the car.
"What ... what are we doing here?"
"You'll see...." he chuckled with a secret sounding lewdness.
"I don't understand, Jason. Why are we going to visit coach Shelley?"
"Patience, baby. Walk right in and in a minute you'll find out."
Bart opened the front door without knocking, as if he owned the house, and closed it behind them softly. Jason gripped Tansy's arm in a tight, harsh hold as she faltered, directing her into the living room. Her heart was skipping beats, and she felt a clammy iciness crawling along the saddle of her back. She frowned as she looked around the empty room, perplexed and filled with an indefinable dread.
"Jason, I don't think...."
"Shut-up, baby," he warned her in a rasping low voice. "Have you found them, Bart?" he said to his friend.
"Yeah," came the excited reply. "They're on the coffee table, just as the coach said he'd leave them. And brother, they're hot stuff, all right."
"Show them to little Miss Purity here," Wilma said, a strange leering grin twisting her otherwise pretty face. Bart thrust the packet into Tansy's hands and she looked first at them and then up at Jason in puzzlement.
"Go on, open it, he hissed at her menacingly.
Tansy opened the packet and slid out the series of color snapshots with trembling fingers, almost as though she knew what they were of. But then she saw them, and she was suddenly stunned immobile! They were all of her, nakedly squirming and twisting beneath the two boys at Wilma's house!
In horror, she shuffled through them. She was plainly visable in each of the photographs, her face contorted in passion as Jason and Bart seemed to take turns to see what could heap the greatest indignity upon her helpless, naked young body. They were turning her every which way, and she seemed to be pleading of more of what she was receiving.
Tansy groaned and fell back, her arm over her eyes as. she tried to blot out the reminders of her incredibly lewd actions. From deep in her subconscious, she was able to now recall the bright arc-white lights going off, and the strange clicks in the background. Her passion-crazed mind hadn't related them to a Polaroid flash camera at the time, but now it was unmistakably clear that that's what is must have been! And then she remembered hearing Steve Shelley's throbbingly hoarse voice excitedly urging them on into more lewd, lurid poses! He must have been the one who had taken them!
She wanted to be sick, but vented her despair on the pictures instead, frenziedly tearing them up until they were only tiny pieces, and for a moment she felt a small amount of relief.
"Save your strength, baby," Jason chuckled lewdly, shattering her modicum of peace. "Coach Shelley has got lots more, safely hidden away where you can't get at them."
"No!" she gasped. It dawned on her then that the high school coach she had mistakenly trusted was the one behind all of this. Her seduction had been a carefully planned plot, and the pictures were the proof of it. But ... why?
Suddenly, there was a long, low moan from the direction of the bedroom, followed by a harsh male laugh. There was another groan that had an unearthly pleading tone to it as though someone was being hurt. Tansy sucked in her breath, paling from the weird sound.
"Fuck back, Gillian baby! Fuck back harder!"
"Ooohhhhhhhh!" came a responding thin wail.
It was her mother! Stunned, Tansy staggered back against Jason for support. "My ... my mother's in there with Mrs. Shelley!"
"Sure sounds that way," the boy commented.
"But ... but he's hurting her! We've got to stop him! We've got to call the police!" she cried out, clutching at the sleeve of his shirt, pleading hysterically up into his grinning, merciless face.
Then, "Aaaaahhhhh! yes! Fuck me! Fuck me in the ass!"
"I'd say your mother doesn't want any cops right now, baby," Jason said with a sly grin. "Sounds more like she's enjoying herself."
"But ... she couldn't be do ... doing it with Mr. Shelley!"
"You never can tell," Bart snickered. "Let's sidle up to the door and have a looksee, just to make sure."
"But...." the lovely young girl pressed back, unwilling to step nearer the tormented, desperately pleading voice of her mother.
"Before you go running to the cops, we better look first. Time enough to get them later if you still want to." Jason urged her forward with his steel-taloned grip on her arm, and his cock was beginning to pulse with the expectant orgy he was thinking was just ahead.
Tansy took a fevered breath and held onto Jason all the more tightly as the four of them crept silently down the hall to the bedroom. Her whole body tensed as Wilma slowly turned the brass knob and the door fell open. She peered in, and then the young teenager sucked in her horrified breath!
It was her mother! She was kneeling nakedly on the bed, her backside raised high and Steve Shelley fucking her from behind! He had her face pinned to the covers and Tansy could see from the open doorway that his huge hard penis was insinuated tightly against the wide open crevice between the whitely perspiring buttocks of the struggling woman!
Tansy was frozen with shock. She almost let out a scream, but it was choked back as Jason quickly placed his hand over her mouth. She could only stare uncontrollably and bite down on the back of his hand to keep from losing consciousness. She started to shake violently, helplessly unable to regain her composure. She knew that even if Jason let her go, she would not be able to make the slightest move to save her mother, and she watched thunder-struck, her eyes glued to the brutal lewd spectacle in front of her.
Her mother was churning her ravished but more-than-willing naked body back against the man. The bed was pointed directly at the door, so that she could see Steve's thick hard penis disappearing and reappearing with each cruel thrust and withdrawal he made in her tightly stretched little anus. Tansy could see the muscles standing out on her inner thighs as she struggled like a crazed nymphomaniac to get more of him deeper into her rectum. His hands were cupping her naked white buttocks with a savage strength that cut red bloodless lines into the flaccid, giving flesh, He squeezed the large rounded moons together, forcing the crevice of her ass closer around the thickness of his rigid penis. Tansy strained her eyes and could see the thin, ragged edges of her mother's pink anal muscle clasping tightly around it, and below, the thinly parted pubic hairs grazing teasingly against the bloated, sperm-filled sac of testicles which pounded against her ragged pink cunt like well-piled pendulums.
She waited for her mother to scream in protest, or to fight back against the horrible obscene rape she was being subjected to ... but none came!
Instead, her legs quivered on either side of Steve's lunging loins, and she arched her white, hollowing buttocks back against him, her ass flowered wide open in welcome acceptance. It swallowed the whole of his plunging cock with each greedy forward surge, and small piteous pleas of passionate supplication were rolling from her lips, mingling with the lewd and horrible obscenities that were bursting from the man's lust-contorted mouth. Tansy stood and listened in abject horror to the mewling cries of her mother as she undulated and bucked against the high school coach like a common street slut, grunting and moaning beneath her wildly pumping attacker as though the world had suddenly ended.
"Jason, for God's sake, make him stop!" Tansy whispered pleadingly through his hand. "Please, please, make him stop!"
"Are you crazy?" he hissed excitedly back at her. "Take a good look at her, will you? She's loving it! Man, is she a fine, tight piece of ass!"
"Nooooo!" she screamed in muffled horror, hearing his wildly panting words in her ear. "She's my mother! She's my mother!"
"Yeah, and she's earning back your pictures, baby," Jason suddenly said with a lewd cynicism. "She's paying the price for all the fun you had with us today."
"She's....!"
As the full impact of what Jason had told her registered in her mind, she realized that her mother was at the mercy of a hopelessly sick degenerate. What terrible things he was blackmailing her to do for the return of those pictures! My God, she thought, what could be enough for a man like that? If she could only turn back the clock of time. If there was only someplace she could run to and escape! But there was no way out, and no way of turning back. She had created this horrible situation by her moment of weakness, and it wasn't fair that her mother was the only having to submit to this crazed man's sexual depravities.
And she knew as she stared around in wide-eyed hopeless terror at the carnally incited faces of the other three teenagers that she still had her own price to pay....
Before her thoughts could go any further, she was wrenched back to the sight of the bed by a soul-wrenching moan from her mother. The demented blackmailer was going wild now with passion and sadistic delight at the same time. He twisted and turned her body beneath him like a limp rag doll as he fucked into her with ever increasing speed and vigor, smashing the softness of her naked and open body down hard into the covering of the bed until Tansy thought he would drive her face completely through it. His hands pinched and pulled at her hotly writhing buttocks as she twisted and squirmed in front of him. His face above her was contorted into a wild mask of sadistic lust as his 'cock battered into her machine-gun-like, expanding and growing to ever horrifying proportions before the bulging eyes of the cringing young daughter.
Tansy held her breath and gasped as she watched the tiny folds of pink flesh of the tiny squirming anus withdrawing and sinking wetly back inside again with each brutal thrust of the rigid column of pistoning, glistening flesh. And then, her heart seemed to stop as she heard a low, animal-like groan suddenly erupt from deep in the throat of the pumping Steve Shelley and his long pole of flesh skewing madly into her helpless mother began throbbing out its hot lewd liquid deep inside her quivering rectum.
She could see it jerking forward and tunnel its way as deep inside the moaning and pleading woman as it could go to hose its sperm deep, deep up inside her backsides. She could see the obscene white liquid of his pent-up emotions bubbling up and overflowing out around his tightly sheathed cock and down the widely splayed thighs and legs.
Her buttocks jerked back in the air on either side of his bucking loins, and then she fell limply to the bed, Steve crushingly falling on top of her. It was over, and there was no more reason for Tansy to try and stop them. It had been done and nothing could take it back. Her exhausted mother lay collapsed while he soaked his slowly deflating penis in the liquid depths of her unresisting rectum that he had filled completely with his heated male semen a moment before. Even after he rolled from her, she lay with her legs wide apart and the raw pink crevice between her thighs open and her body naked to the eyes of all surrounding her in the dim light of the room. It was as if she was dead.
There was a groan from Gillian.
The naked ivory body moved and seemed to come back to life. She raised up from the bed slightly and turned to look around, and then her mouth contorted in horror, and tears suddenly cascaded down her face in utter disbelief. She tried to speak, but could only manage a pitious mewl.
"Tansy!"
Gillian stared at her daughter, her eyes traveling over her rumpled jersey and stained mini-skirt.
"Mo ... Mo ... Mo" It was all Tansy was able to gasp in a stumbling unintelligibility, her jaw working up and down soundlessly as she locked her tear-streaked face on her mother's body....