Chapter 4
Susan, who had blanked out on the bed after the overpowering orgasm she had sustained, was now wide awake. She was still on the same bed, lying on her back, her arms bound together above her head, tied to the headboard. She was still totally naked, and felt thoroughly ashamed. It was as if a blanket of disgrace had been thrown over her, and it was a blanket she would never be able to rid herself of, no matter what else she clothed her body with in the future.
"Wh-what are you going to do?" she asked, seeing Izzie, now fully dressed, walk into the room.
"Why I'm going to make some money with your body, of course."
"But I'm no whore," she gasped.
"Not only that, but you were a virgin until tonight. I took the liberty of cleaning your cunt out while you were unconscious, by the way. The men who are going to use you want to make certain they get a disease-free woman, they, themselves being free of disease and wanting to remain that way. What better assurance can I give them than to tell them the truth, that you were a virgin until I fucked you."
"Why me?" Susan asked, tearfully.
"Because you are quite beautiful when you don't hide behind your glasses and no makeup. I notice you have even done your hair differently. Good! You see, I've put makeup on you while you were unconscious, and none of the men will recognize you as the librarian. After all, none of them have seen you with your hair done in the fluffy style it is now, nor have they ever seen you with lipstick, rouge, and waterproof mascara. When the last of men is finished, I will drive you home. You should get home just about in time to change into one of your plain dresses and wash off your old makeup so you can go to church and pray for me. After all, when someone does something you consider wicked, instead of gaining your revenge on that someone, you show what a good Christian you are by praying for that person's soul."
"Why did I surrender so easily to you, before?" she asked.
"I put a drug in your tea," he replied.
"Please, be good enough to do the same thing again, so that my mind is not a part of this evil thing."
Izzie smiled. His mother had given him many different kinds of potions, and this time he was going to watch the beautiful redhead react. Giving her a tranquilizer would have been foolish. The men who were paying him fifty dollars apiece didn't want a woman lying there like a statue. They wanted a woman who would react, and besides, Izzie wanted to see her reacting.
Smiling, he walked out of the bedroom, and she heard him leave the sitting room. A minute later he was back with a cup of tea, and in front of her he poured the contents of a tiny, quarter-ounce bottle into the tea.
'This should do the trick," he told her, and held her head up with one hand while he held the cup to her lips. She sipped the tea. It was hot, but she managed to get it all inside her, and she thought that at any moment now she would once again be paralyzed and unable to resist what was happening to her.
When she finished, he took the cup and left. A minute later, he was back. With him was Howard Brandwin, the man who collected the garbage from the rear of the library. Brandwin was short, about five-feet-six, with dark-brown hair, and a hard, unsmiling face with a wicked slash for a mouth. He had a firm body from lifting garbage cans all day, but no one wanted anything to do with him sex-wise because they figured he probably stank of garbage at night, as well as during the day.
Izzie had made certain Brandwin, who had paid a hundred dollars for the privilege of having her by himself, had taken a long hot shower. Not that he cared about Susan, but he didn't want Brandwin smelling her up so the other men would not be able to enjoy her.
Susan began praying in fevered anguish for the drug to work as quickly as it had that first time, but it wasn't working. She wanted to cover her nakedness with a cloak of uncaring indifference but found it impossible to do so.
"Remember," Izzie was saying to him. "There are others waiting. You get fifteen minutes alone with her, no more. Whatever you do, I don't want you scarring or scratching her."
Brandwin looked at her and it was immediately obvious that he didn't recognize who she was. At the library he always sneered at her, and once had even passed a remark to the effect that he wouldn't touch her with a ten-foot pole. The look of lasciviousness on his face told her he intended touching her with a much shorter pole, right now. His eyes were already flickering in appreciation at the delicious white-fleshed feast spread before him, bound helplessly to the bed.
Susan had hoped and prayed the sight of her, helplessly bound to the bed, would stir his conscience, and he would untie her and help her make her escape before the paralysis took over. One look at Brandwin's lust-filled face totally dispelled this hope. Izzie had been clever. He had chosen men who were so starved for sex, they would do nothing to aid her.
The garbage collector removed his shirt, his eyes silently staring at her, showing and undisguised rapaciousness clearly visible in his small, narrowed eyes. His small chest was covered with lots of hair, as if he were some kind of orangutan. She shuddered when he dropped his pants to the floor. His short, slender penis, nowhere near a match for Izzie's, came into view, yet it was still large enough to frighten her.
Susan's eyes were bulging in terror, wondering why the drug Izzie had given her wasn't working. She squirmed and writhed on the bed, beads of perspiration breaking out all over her.
That was when the drug started working, but not in the way she had been expecting. It was frightening.
The initial piercing warning of the rat-faced Izzie's betrayal came as the short Brandwin leaned smilingly over the edge of the bed and began running his rough calloused hands over her smoothly white, cringing flesh.
Susan's reaction was immediate and actually violent.
A deep, indescribable, uncontrollable electric shock blasted through frayed nerve-endings in her quivering body, pricking her like countless thousands of sharp needles. All kinds of laughing demons began dancing wickedly along the tender softness of her white inner thighs. Her swollenly firm buttocks began grinding desperately into the mattress in an attempt to put out the heatedly scorching fires suddenly licking hungrily at her helpless nakedness. Everything was totally futile. The fire in her roared headlong out of control. She lay immobile for another moment, her mind continuing to struggle hopelessly against the constant pinpricks of violent sensation following the path of the man's fingers digging into the tenderness of her alabaster flesh.
Brandwin continued playing cruelly on, completely unaware of the hopeless battle now raging within the agonized woman under his constantly kneading hands. He reached out and placed his heavy thumbs on the fleshy lips of her outer labia, rubbing the hair covering them, and he began to pull them slowly apart. The young woman lay there holding her breath and fighting with all her inner moral strength.
It was not enough. The drug was doing its work well, and her resistance shattered.
Susan groaned, the thrillingly exquisite feeling of cool air rushing over the swelling bud of her enlarging clitoris. The sensations rippled up along her now quivering belly and then charged into the pink nipples of her helplessly throbbing breasts. All kinds of debasing humiliation filled her as the garbage-man's hands continually roaming over her helpless nakedness. The straining muscles in her thighs loosely relaxed, and her ivory white breasts rose and fell heavily with her labored breath.
The man's tongue came out from the thin slash of a mouth and licked nervously at his own lips. Small beads of sweat were already forming on his upper lip as he stared down at the woman beneath him, watching the gradual transformation of her beneath his continually stroking fingers. At the moment he didn't understand, nor did he care. All he knew was, he was paying good money to get into a good-looking, clean cunt, and he intended getting his money's worth.
He was unable to wait any longer. He pushed her lovely, unresisting thighs wide apart with his hands and began to crawl eagerly and hungrily between their white slenderness. The demons in her flesh now danced all the faster around the pink edges of Susan's shuddering cunt as she felt the bed shift a little from the moving weight of the man on it. It felt as if her body had a wet, hot tunnel in it that direly needed filling again and again. Her eyes locked greedily on the slender little penis dangling from the kneeling body above her.
Suddenly, forgotten were all her vows of chastity. Forgotten was the church, and forgotten was the need to spiritually maintain herself. All she needed right now was that slender cock, and she needed it more than anything else in the entire world as the fires of lust erupted through her body, totally uncontrolled.
Even as her brain rebelled at the face of the horrible man who always made snide comments when he came to pick up the garbage, she found herself aching to have him inside her, and she kicked her legs out uncontrollably, curling her heels around his hips. Izzie had removed her stockings and garter belt earlier, and she didn't know why, but inwardly she was grateful.
Susan jerked forward wildly, pulling the slender man with a grunt heavily on top of her writhing, wriggling body. Brandwin guided the thick, blood-bloated tip of his cock straight into her throbbing cunt. The aphrodisiac Izzie had given Susan had aroused her so much, she was a seething swamp of wetness down there, and the penis slid in with just the right amount of inner resistance. His weight smashed her down into the mattress. He levered himself up, then rammed his slender little rod as deep as it would go in her claspingly hungry maw. Because his cock was thinner and shorter than Izzie's, it slid into Susan with none of the pain she had felt with the German-born motel manager.
His testicles smacked heavily against the cheeks of her upturned, rounded buttocks as his hairy flat stomach pressed heatedly into the yielding softness of her smooth belly.
Susan strained against the ropes binding her wrists, but they held, almost cruelly cutting into her wrists, causing her teeth to gnash together tightly to drive away the pain she was feeling in her helplessly tortured flesh. She wanted to feel the penis deeper. She wanted to tug him even farther into the heated quivering of her sucking cunt, but the position in which she was bound prevented her from using her nails in his ass in the hope of pushing his cock further into her.
"Deeper!" she hissed at him, her voice barely above a whisper, and so filled with lust he would never have recognized to whom the voice belonged. "Fuck me, deeper!"
The skinny little man reached down with both hands and grasped as ass-cheek in each, driving his phallus into her to the hilt. As far as he was concerned, he was in paradise.
Not so for Susan. The son of a bitch was too short.
She groaned and gasped in frustration, splaying her thighs that much wider apart in the hope of giving him greater access, thereby enabling him to sink a little deeper into her. Nothing helped.
Almost as if in apology, the heavily sweating garbage man leaned down and plunged his slimy tongue into the viscous opening of her mouth, his saliva drooling from his mouth into her throat. She sucked at the tongue in a wild, uncontrolled frenzy, her aching body caught up in the salacious whirlpool of nakedly raw lust she had never known before. His jerking penis pistoned into her, driving mercilessly back and forth, bringing gasps of lust from her as his scraggly pelvis continually smacked against her crotch, a brutal thud resounding through the room each time he pile-drove into her. She moaned and sighed again, his penis scraping against the upper wall of her cunt to where the brutal pounding was bringing Susan to a fast climax. It wasn't as strong as the one Izzie had built in her, but it was a definite orgasm.
"UUUURRRRGGGGHHH . . . LLLLMMMM . . . NNNOHHHAAARRRGGGHHHH!" she gagged, his tongue filling her mouth, and then she was aware of him stiffening above her and firing his white-hot sperm into her vaginal channel where it mixed with whatever Izzie had been unable to wash of himself out of her.
Susan buffeted her sodden crotch solidly against the man's pelvis almost angrily, tears of frustration running down her cheeks because her aroused body had wanted so much more. But his skinny little cock was already shrinking, and it fell out of her long before she was able to start building the sensations in her again.
Brandwin rolled from her body, himself fully satisfied. Yeah, she was prime stuff, all right, and it was obvious, in spite of the heavy makeup with which she was covered that she didn't do this for a living. Shit! He would have given his eyetooth to have known this chick or someone like her on the outside. Jesus! It would be nice to have a permanent relationship with her. But she would never go for him if she ever found out he was a garbage man.
Fire continued burning in Susan as the short man dressed and left the room. She lay there, waiting for the next man, grinding her buttocks in anticipation, a slave and a captive to her physical desires.
Please, please, please, please, she inwardly whimpered. This time let it be someone with a cock who knows how to use it. I'm going crazy with need.
Izzie's head came peering through the partially open door, a wide grin of satisfaction splitting his lips as he saw Susan's drugged body wriggling totally out of control on the bed. Next time he got a woman in a position like this, he would raise his price to a hundred dollars for every man, with the first man paying a hundred-and-fifty. He would cut the time down to ten minutes, and bring in at least another six men. Still, he had no need to complain. An extra three-hundred-and-fifty dollars for four weeks in church, not to mention getting the lay of his life, was something he would settle for, anytime.
He saw Susan was totally beyond objecting, now.
In fact, he was quite certain she would willingly welcome any cock at this point. His mother's potions always worked.
Susan's eyes were brightly glazed. Inwardly, she was afraid because of the uncontrollable desire surging through her. She was no longer thinking in terms of unconsciousness. She wanted to feel the thrusting drive of a man's cock buried deep in her body, her inner channel flooded with great pools of sperm. One worry she did not have was pregnancy. Her period was due in two days, which meant her ovum for the month had fallen out of her a few days earlier.
Hurry, Izzie, her mind moaned on as if in a drunken trance. Bring me a new one. Bring me another one before I break my wrists trying to tear myself free.
Susan didn't have long to wait. The door opened and a man who lived at the motel came hobbling in. She had seen him, sitting in the lobby, his crutches near him, and she had asked about him. Izzie told her the man lived at the motel. He had lost partial use of his legs in an accident, and as a result received a disability pension in addition to a regular pension and social security. The lust in his eyes told Susan this man, who looked to be somewhere in his late fifties, got very little female action.
Under normal circumstances she would have felt very sorry for him, but under normal circumstances she would not have even thought of letting him use her body. At the moment, passion was so built up in her, she was beyond caring. He was a man, a man with a cock that was able to slice into her burning pussy. That was all that mattered.
He held a wet washrag in one hand, and even before undressing, he took the time to wash out her cunt, cleaning it of as much sperm as possible. Then he hurled the washrag through the open bathroom door. From the sound, it landed in the bathtub.
Susan was aching for him to get on with it. She wanted to feel his throbbing cock buried in her. On her own volition she opened her thighs wide apart, pointing the wetly dripping hair lined pussy directly at the grinning cripple. She ground her lovely white ass against the bed, rotating it again and again, making the lips of her cunt open and close, open and close.
The lewd invitation had its effect. The man lost no time in tearing his clothes from his body, and she was amazed at the facility with which he moved, manipulating the two crutches from one hand to the other as he took off his clothing.
The crippled man was one of Izzie's regular customers. Usually he was the last to go, when all the others had finished, and Izzie would let him have the woman for twenty-five dollars. But the moment he had seen Izzie walk in with Susan, he decided he had no wish to wait until she was totally whacked out by all the others. Though he was unable to afford a hundred dollars, his fifty dollars assured him he was second in line. He had insisted Izzie give him a wet washrag to clean out her cunt as he did with all the women he fucked. He didn't like the idea of feeling another man's sperm.
In fact, seeing how relatively unused Susan was, he decided he wasn't going to use her cunt at all. He would use parts of her body no one else had touched, or at least had made good use of.
Totally undressed now, he hobbled to the bed, put the crutches aside, then hurled his body on top of Susan. Using his arms, he crawled up over her wriggling body, letting his asscheeks straddle her belly heavily. The soft whiteness of her delightful flesh, brushing tantalizingly against the wrinkled sac of his dangling testicles, caused his throbbing prick to shudderingly jerk in violent anticipation of what he intended doing.
Moving forward on her writhing, wriggling torso, he lay his throbbing penis in the valley between her upstanding, fleshy breasts.
Susan was able to see this penis was both longer and thicker than that of the man who had used her before, and she was anxious to feel it in her cunt. But the man had other ideas.
He cupped a hand on either side of her quivering breasts and began pushing the two solid monuments tightly together. He trapped his awakening cock solidly between them. He had never tried this before, and it was something to be tried. There was no way for this woman to stop him, with her arms bound over her head.
Susan gasped and wriggled. Damn it all, she needed him inside her, not on top of her, like this. She did her best to writhe and squirm on the bed, but the man merely rode with the movement of her body.
"Please, Mr." she begged. "Whoever you are, don't do it this way. Do it the right way."
Her voice was weeping in frustration as she looked down between her full breasts and watched the red, swollen bulb of cock-head growing between her tightly clamped-together breasts. She felt everything beginning to throb again, and was especially aware of the vellication of his penis. The mere touch of it sent hot washes of bursting fire racing to the quivering slit of her tantalizing, palpitating cunt.
"Oh no!" she continued to beg. "Do it the right way. Stick it in my cunt! Fuck me, please!" she begged, not the least bit embarrassed to say out loud the words she would never have even thought in her mind prior to this evening's experience with Izzie.
The man began a back-and-forth sliding motion, pushing his thick, blue-veined penis faster and faster between her straining breasts. Sputum was dripping from his puffing, panting lips, dribbling onto her body, moistening the way between her breasts, making the passage that much easier for the man's rampaging instrument as he continued ignoring her plea's. He continued his violently desperate thrusting, moving more and more quickly, his heaving breath coming in quick, labored gasps, until, before Susan's horrified eyes, he began spewing what was obviously long-stored sperm in heatedly sticky spurts over her naked breasts. It ran down her shoulders and into the hollow of her throat, soaking the mattress beneath her.
"Why did you do it this way?" she asked, tears filling her eyes. "It's bad enough he has me tied up, this way. Surely you could have been gentleman enough to fuck me the proper way and make me feel good."
Her arms strained to free themselves from the binding rope, but the harder she pulled, the tighter the cords bit into her wrists. She wept out loud, her body so badly needing what the aphrodisiac was causing her to need.
When Izzie poked his head in again, she snapped at him, "Send me a real man for a change instead of these puny weaklings who don't know how to make a woman happy."
Susan's vagina was a steaming cavern now, and it twitched and vibrated, totally out of control. Her body was shortly going to erupt into a million particles of loose lava if someone didn't stuff a cock into her in a short time. She shouted, praying for deliverance, but not deliverance from what was happening to her, but rather deliverance from the anguished lust she felt throbbing inside her.
Susan suddenly gasped and held her breath. When the crippled man hobbled out of the room, the doorway was filled by a huge giant of a man. He had to bend to keep his head from hitting the top of the door frame. He had light skin, but dark brown, curly hair, and it was obvious that in spite of his height, he was one of those mild-mannered giants who normally didn't have the courage to approach a woman on his own and date her. Not that he was ugly. He wasn't. But it was obvious he was the kind of man who simply had no confidence in himself. However, having paid his fifty dollars, he felt he was now entitled to do to the woman on the bed whatever pleased him.
Susan's voice caught in her throat at the sight of the giant. Though her body was still filled with desire, her mind was filled with fear, and it overpowered the desire in her. She was terrified such a man would rip her open.
"Well," Izzie said, poking his head through the doorway. "You asked for a man, and you have a man, a really big man, in every respect. What's more, the other three are going to watch as he performs. They each paid an extra ten dollars on top of the fifty they've already paid to be allowed to watch."
Her mind realized one of her worst fears had been realized. She was being put on public exhibition as a whore by Izzie. This was monstrous.
"Please . . . my God! Not that," she begged. "Surely you wouldn't do that to me, Izzie," she pleaded. "I can't.. . I just can't.. . not in front of the others, even if they are to use me, afterward. Please . . . please . . . don't do this, Izzie."
"See this?" Izzie asked, brandishing a large, flat belt in front of her face. "If you give me a hard time, I'll see to it this is lain across your behind until it turns a bright, brilliant red. There will be no marks for anyone to see, but you will feel the pain for days afterward."
Susan shrank back into the mattress. Terror once again crawled through her as she realized he would keep his word.
Izzie watched her sink back into the bed, servile acceptance registering on her terrified face. He was contented she would not give him any trouble with the threat of having her buttocks beaten. She was a woman totally terrified of pain. Turning his head, he motioned with his arm to the others who were standing outside the room.
Susan became dimly aware, through drug-glazed eyes, of all the leering faces crowding into the small room that was Izzie's bedroom. There were only three other men, but in her churning mind it looked as if the room had been filled with nothing but faces. They were horrible, leering men, none of whom she had ever seen at the library, but then, none of them looked literate enough to read Dr. Seuss, much less any other kind of library book.
Izzie locked the door, then nodded his head at the tall giant of a man, whose name was Ralph. Ralph began eagerly stripping his clothes from his sweaty, glistening body.
When his pants and underpants hit the floor, the three other men, and Izzie, all gasped. His giant white cock reared its head up as if it were a separate entity and not part of his body. It was as long as a child's forearm, and almost twice as thick, or so it looked to Susan. The head on the end was like a tightly balled fist. The two great testicles dangling from the base gave the impression they were counterweights, and were they not there, the head of the penis would probably dip straight down.
The redheaded librarian jerked her body from side to side as she heard murmuring running through the room. Her own shocked gaze was still locked on the monstrous shaft pointing in her direction. She gasped in horrified terror, drawing her thighs tightly together in anguished disbelief, her mouth falling loosely open with fear.
It just wasn't real! Dear Lord in heaven! The man would more tha split her open! He would divide her right down the middle, right to her throat. Terrifying visions of her shuddering body torn open like a ripped tin can flashed insanely through her horrifyingly cringing mind. No! Izzie mustn't do it! Not this! Not this! She had not done anything to deserve this!
The tall man stepped over to the bed and the crowd closed in behind him, all four men wanting to get a closer look at the unbelievable spectacle about to take place in front of them. Helping hands from either side of the mattress reached out and clamped on Susan's ankles, pulling them wide apart with brutal force. Her delicate pink slit, nestling in the soft nest of red pubic hair, burst into full view for everyone to see. The four men, Izzie included, strained closer to get a look at the sweet palpitating treasure about to be plumbed. Two other pairs of overanxious hands reached out and began pulling and tugging at her breasts. Izzie, himself, was mauling her right breast.
The huge man slowly climbed between the helpless woman's widespread thighs. The restraining hands on her ankles levered them up off the bed, pulling them back, back, back, until her toes were touching the headboard over her head in a great V about four feet apart.
Susan's face was wickedly contorted in anguish, and every muscle in her body felt as though it were stretched beyond any and all human endurance. The flat plane of her soft hair-covered pussy was now presented to the kneeling Ralph in delightfully wanton sacrifice, and he grinned from ear to ear, taking off his glasses and handing them to Izzie, who put them on a nearby night table. The cunt at which he was staring was his to plunder at will.
He smiled down at the helplessness of it. His lips were bared back over the white ivory of his teeth in unbridled licentious desire. He began stroking his immensely throbbing cock with two hands in greedy preparation for the assault on the helplessly upturned cunt in front of him.
The huge man, on his knees, swayed from side to side like a cobra watching a flute player. His glistening flesh shone in the bright light of the bedroom, glistening all the more because he was covered with perspiration.
On his knees, the giant shuffled forward very slowly, his pelvis and great bulging penis shoved out and quivering like the body of a wild limbo dancer caught in the hypnotic throes of some kind of primeval voodoo ceremony.
Susan, staring between her breasts and wide-split thighs, watched in awed and helpless terror the writhing torso advancing closer and closer to her helpless aperture. She was unable to turn her eyes from the gigantically monstrous instrument that would momentarily cleave through the tightness of her hot cunt in a vile and vicious rape. She found herself totally hypnotized into utter abject stillness.
Abruptly, without any kind of warning, the swaying man jerked his pelvis back. His head came flashing forward and down in a blurring motion, and his pink lips suddenly fastened themselves on the trembling softness of her belly. His mouth began sliding down, down, down, and she realized he was going to do to her what Izzie had done before fucking her. In almost no time his hungering mouth was burying itself in the soft flanges of her tightly cringing vagina.
Using his thick fingers, the giant spread the young, fleshy lips of her cunt, and in a maddening liquid suck of the lips, drew the tiny pink bud of Susan's pulsating clitoris wetly into his hot and hungering mouth. He began nibbling at it with the sharp tips of his teeth, feeling it jerking back to life from the softness that fear had brought.
Susan clamped her eyelids tightly shut, trying to close out the thrilling whirlpools of delightful sensation that were shooting out of control through her shuddering loins. She fought with all her religious inner strength against the betrayal of her body. Thoughts of church and of God tried to blot out what was happening, but it was no use. No matter how hard she tried, the drug Izzie had given her was too powerful, and it was winning out over any and every thought of goodness her mind tried gathering. She mustn't surrender . . . she mustn't.. . .
Suddenly the tall man's long tongue was snaking forward, burrowing into her straining cunt, moving with the speed of a scurrying salamander. Thrilled shock after shock rippled insanely up her spine to the base of her skull where it shattered in a cascade of wildly shooting bursting stars. Heated comments of lust rained down tauntingly over her entire body, and her seething crotch began jerking involuntarily forward, and the man's delving tongue buried itself as far forward as was humanely possible. Lusting fire once again replaced the fear she had been feeling as the tongue, operating in conjunction with the drug she had taken totally overwhelmed her.
Her entire body had become one oversized vagina. Yes, she was a living, vibrating, pulsing vagina.
Her entire being had suddenly become a monstrous cavern with an overpowering need to be filled. It had to be gorged and stuffed with hot, fiery flesh. Nothing else mattered now; not the church, not her religion, not her principles, not even the humiliation she had felt. All that counted was the madly flickering tongue as it continually probed into the dampness of her heatedly steaming furrow, tracing tiny, round wet circles against her shuddering body.
"Aaaaaannnngggghhhhhh! Yesssssssss! Ohhh-hhhhhh! Lick me there! Someone suck my nipples! Bite my cunt! Chew on me down there! Hurt me! Thrill me! Yessss!! she begged.
The tongue slurped long and loud against her vagina, then moved over her belly, licking at her breasts, then finally across her neck, her cheeks, her eyelids, and her forehead, hot, thick saliva washing her skin. She rotated her lust-contorted face around, searching with her open mouth for the huge tongue. When she finally found it, she sucked it deep into her anxious mouth with a low animal groan. His saliva gushed into her in unimpeded torrents. She swallowed greedily, gasping for more.
Susan's wild crotch ground frantically around below, seeking and searching with her gaping vagina for the fullness of that swollen, monstrous pole that was going to rip her belly apart. The lust-incited crowd around the bed gasped as the massively bloated tip finally found the tiny, narrowly pulsating opening. The bullet-shaped tip jostled for a moment against the delightful pinkness of the ragged labia, insinuating itself very gently between them. Then, with a sudden, violent flick of the hips, the grinning tall man forced the blood-bloated tip between the throbbing lips of the hair-lined pussy, stretching the resisting rubbery flesh almost to the bursting point.
The breadth of the immense cock forced her walls to open wide, and she gasped, "Aaaaaannnngggg-ghhhhh!"
The head sank a cruel inch into the struggling red-haired woman, and she desperately began kicking her legs in a maddening attempt to free herself and escape the continuation of the punishing impalement. Eager and restraining hands gripped her legs, holding them tightly back against the headboard. In her wild, unbounded passion of a moment ago, she had overestimated herself. There was no doubt, the cock was too big. She would never be able to take it inside her-NEVER. It was already splitting her spread inner cuntlips, and the pain was becoming totally unbearable. It rocketed through her tautly stretched body like sharp, probing acupuncture needles.
The giant man levered himself underneath her on his hands in a push-up position and then flicked forward again, his grin widening even more as the relentless monster that was his cock slid another excruciating inch into Susan.
"A aaawyyyyyyaaannngggghhhhhh!"
Another inch!
"Eeeeyyyyaaaagggghhhh!"
The hot stale breath of five men-the one fucking her and the four onlookers-coursed over her shuddering body as she nakedly perspired and the men crowded closer. Their four faces hung over the bed within inches of her deliciously straining nudity, as they mesmerically watched this young, white-fleshed beautiful red-haired woman being violently fucked and skewered like a helpless medieval slave, skewered on the shish of this gigantic man.
Susan was dimly aware of hands pulling at her full breasts and many fingers clawing over every inch of her completely exposed flesh until it felt as though she were covered with many tiny crawling animals. Each one seemed to be trying to enter her body through her pores. The men around her had become one gigantic octopus, with eight arms instead of tentacles, and the fingers constantly reaching out and crushing her in her helplessness.
"N-o-o-o-o . . . ohhhhhhhhh . . . no-o-o-o-o.. . . " she began sobbing hysterically, tears gushing like geysers from her wide-open, unseeing eyes.
Her sobbing, struggling protests and continual resistance brought a sudden crushing thrust from the overpowering man as he plowed his giant cock solidly into the tightness of her suckingly resistant passageway, pushing great ripples of soft pink flesh in rolling waves before it. Susan jerked convulsively as the huge rod continued racing into the sucking depths of her squeezing belly like a runaway locomotive, smashing all things that lay in its way.
The penis had become an uncontrolled monster, worming its way around inside her, filling every little crevice in her seething vagina and seemingly pushing her inner organs close together, crowding them around her heart so she was unable to breathe or move. Thrills began building in her despite the pain, and they radiated from her, coming from her mouth, from her nostrils, curling around her shoulder, as if ready to strangle her with wanton delight. The cock seemed to be tipping her soul from her body and vacuuming it through its great length into the body of the giant man.
Then, everything but the pleasure stopped. Susan realized, with an earth-shattering jolt, that Ralph's large pelvis had thudded heavily into her upturned crotch. The monstrous sperm-bloated testicles insinuated themselves with a shuddering smack into the wide-split crevice of her ass.
The huge white penis lay buried to the very hilt inside poor Susan's tiny, narrow quivering cunt, an ancient impaling stake.
The giant understood the need for staying still for a moment, and did so, allowing her seething interior to slowly but surely adjust to the presence of the huge member that was planted solidly in the tender softness of her white belly. He looked down at her and watched as the lines in her face eased as pain slowly but surely slipped out of her, and her tightly gnashed teeth opened in surprised adjustment.
"OOOOOOHHHAA UUUGGGGHHHH!" she softly sighed in relief.
He flexed the giant head, and the pressure from within brought an unexpected groan from her lips, her teeth re-clenching. He flexed again, and Susan moaned again, this time not quite as loud. Little by little, her heated passage slowly grew accustomed to the increasing size of the penis. Then he began a slow, revolving motion with his pelvis, grinding his throbbing cock solidly into the tightness of her naked crotch, expanding the still-cringing walls of her tender vagina until it fitted around his organ like a well-tailored glove.
Unbelieving eyes peered lustfully at what was happening, the faces within inches of the gigantic buried member. All of them, including Izzie, were amazed that so tight and tiny a pussy was actually capable of swallowing something so unbelievably mastodonic.
Hands from the four men rubbed lasciviously over the moon-shaped cheeks of her rounded, upturned buttocks. From the two sides of the bed fingers were digging, pulling cruelly, teasing the fleshy lips of her vagina and yanking at the hairs surrounding it as if intent on pulling out some kind of souvenir. Izzie's forefinger probed under the giant's dangling balls, pressing into the tightness of her narrow anus, wanting to make her cunt even more narrow and thereby enhance the thrills for the giant even more. Susan winced as the finger suddenly popped through the tight, surrounding nether ring of her sphincter and dug deeply at the soft, rubbery flesh inside. The finger moved around and around and around, expanding the tight, tiny hole until the palm of the intruding finger and hand lay pressed flatly against her asscheeks. The entire digit squirmed around inside the dry, pulsating feminine tunnel.
Now Ralph, the giant, began a painful sawing motion, pumping his cock in and out of the lovely Susan's stretched pussy. He would thrust forward mercilessly from the apex of his withdrawal, solidly battering her pain-wracked body solidly against the sorely abused mattress. The probing finger still embedded in the tightness of her rectum joined the slowly pistoning penis in a continual, rhythmic fucking that brought groans and moans of painful pleasure gushing from the beautiful woman's lips in time to the way they were thrusting into her.
Whatever pain remained was slowly easing out of Susan, and an overpowering sensation of thrilled delight took its place, tingling through her helplessly impaled body. The shudderingly outrageous debasement and subjugation to which she was being subjected brought strange masochistic pleasures flooding through her bloodstream. Her hips began to unconsciously gyrate in an abandoned rhythm, moving with increasing speed as the cock and the finger continued fucking into her again and again. It seemed as if a thousand helpful hands were groping at her, and a million leering faces seemingly surrounded her.
"Aaaaaannnnhhhhhh! Yesssss!" Susan hissed, finally. "Fuck me like this! Uuuunnnnnhhhhh! Again! Again! Keep fucking me! Yessss! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she pleaded, crooning, squirming her body lewdly around what seemed like a myriad of hands and fingers that continued crawling over her shuddering, tingling flesh.
Susan opened her eyes and turned her head to the left. Two cocks seemed to be staring straight back at her with their sightless eyes. Then she turned her head to the right and two more erections were peering at her.
The four men standing around the bed had pulled out their penises and were stroking them over her body in time to the way the giant Ralph was solidly plunging into her. There was a long one, a thick one, a stubby one, and of course there was Izzie's, which, next to that of the giant fucking into her at the moment, was the largest, thickest one she had ever seen. She seemed to be surrounded by penises, a virtual prisoner of them, and all the while the biggest one of the lot was pushing in and out of her asshole.
Yes, she was a prisoner, all right, a helpless prisoner, a victim of the delicious multiple rape of her vagina and her rectum-trapped between the instruments probing into her like some kind of helpless insect.
"More!" Susan heard herself begging. "Don't stop, now! Fuck me!" she said unashamedly, grunting into the stale air above her, continually gyrating her upturned buttocks faster and faster, doing her best to keep pace with the monstrous pole in her cunt and the nubile finger in her asshole, both of which continued drubbing into her like tireless fucking machines. She felt the thrillingly long, fleshy objects now dropped into her hands, and she realized two of the men, one on each side of her, had pressed his cock into her hand. Her fingers wrapped themselves very tightly around them.
Susan thrilled to the feel of the penises, at the same time feeling the pounding penis expanding in her cunt. The pressure seemed to set something off inside her, because she felt herself go over the edge then, and she screamed, "AAAAAIIIIIIIIYYYYY-YAAAAHHHHHHH . . . HHHH AAAAAAAN-NNNNNNNGGGHHHH . . . AAAAAA RRRRRR-RRRGGGGHHHHH . . . UUUUUNNNNNGG-GHHH!"
She hit the top of the rainbow then, exploding into a trillion pieces, and then she felt the giant's balls pumping sperm into her tight feminine orifice, flooding her with amounts of sperm the like of which she had never felt before. He fired again and again, until he was empty.
The giant man rolled from her body, useless and drained though her form was still squirming and she was still pulling on the two penises in her hand. The finger in her rectum had slipped out, and another man, the last one not to have been touched by her in any manner, socked his cock into her. In less than five strokes he came, and then the two penises in her hands spurted sperm all over her body. Susan hit another peak, and once again she blacked out from the thrills.