Chapter 11
Gloria Danfield, still naked and shivering now in the sudden chill that seemed to come over her in less than an instant, groped around in the dim shadows for her clothes, vainly nurturing the hope, slim as it was, that she might now be left alone. But whatever illusions she might have had were soon shattered — the other two men suddenly appeared from nowhere and towered over her like Inquisitors from Spanish past. One was huge, maybe one of the biggest men she'd ever seen, and the other — God, what a horrible specimen he was! Short and ugly, with a squat head and torso, and his hair sparse and scattered like an old man's. She'd die if that horrible creature tried to touch her!
"Hey, Rafael was right," exclaimed the big one. "She is nice looking! Look at those tits!"
Gloria had momentarily lost .what sense of prideful modesty she still possessed, but at those lewd, sneering words, she futilely tried to cover her breasts with her arms as she knelt, shivering now as much from fright as from cold, on the mattress. She was afraid to speak, afraid to stand, for now, if not before, she knew these men were desperate, and she was painfully, shamefully, aware of what they were capable of doing to her and to Janice.
"Okay, now, Juan!" grunted Antonio excitedly, his hand already loosening his pants and tugging at the still flaccid shaft of his prick as he anxiously yanked it out into the open. "Can we fuck her now?"
Juan studied her like his forebears must have pored over the dark-skinned slave girls hauled into the Cuban tobacco dynasties over a hundred years ago. And Gloria Danfield, just hours ago a typical housewife and good mother to her children, suddenly felt every bit as helpless and subjugated as those wretched girls must have felt then. It was something she'd never dreamed of, much less attempted to guess at, this feeling of utter humiliation and shame, this absolute bottomless pit of degradation she had now found herself cast into as the virgins of Yucatan were cast into the sacrificial pits to satisfy their vengeful masters.
"Let's see what kind of stuff she's made of first, Antonio," he grinned menacingly. "Give me your belt."
Gloria watched in terrified disbelief as the short man pulled his wide, military-style belt from his belt loops and handed it over. Only when the other man slapped it loudly against his own leg did she finally believe it was meant for her.
Gloria wanted to scream, to cry, to beg for mercy before this awful thing could be heaped with its awesome weight onto the crushing indignities and shameful humiliation she had already endured at the hands of Rafael. But her plea stuck like a bone in her throat — she couldn't! Emory was so close, close enough to hear. And how could she scream with her darling Emory tied like a horse thief and unable to help? What would it do to him to be forced to just sit helplessly and listen to his wife's cries for help? No, she couldn't cry out, she mustn't! If not for her own sake, then for Emory and the kids.
She watched horrified as Juan moved closer.
"Look at this, bitch!" he spat. "Look and remember! You do as I say, do what we want of you, and maybe I won't have to use it." Antonio giggled nervously behind the big man's back, his cock now squeezed tightly between his thick stubby fingers as he anxiously waited for Juan to make the first move.
"Get on your knees, woman! And shake your ass real nice for me and my friend. I want to see what you've got!"
Gloria obediently positioned herself on all fours on the sleeping bag and began to slowly move in the humiliating manner he wanted of her, terrified of the belt he tossed from hand to hand.
"Faster, you fucking bitch! I want to see it shake!" he snarled at her and suddenly flicked the stiff leather strap and caught her across the left buttock.
Gloria groaned piteously from the stinging pain and jumped to follow his commands more quickly now. She was sobbing under the utter degradation she was being subjected to, made even worse by the sure knowledge that her husband was trussed securely just a few yards away and that he and her two children could hear these two men laughing at her humiliating display, could hear the swishing crack of the belt across her backside, maybe even see her through the bushes in this awful degrading position, her ass stuck up in the air for these two savages to ogle over and to paw at like a couple of hungry dogs.
She was moving now without a semblance of thought to guide her, following the harsh commands as quickly as she could to avoid the stinging lash of the leather strap through the air when she was slow in obeying. Her buttocks were raw and tingling from the welts that had been inflicted upon her, and with each further move she could feel the unbearable pain grow greater. Gloria knew she couldn't stand much more without losing control, but she had to hang on, she had to fight back!
"Hey, Antonio, why don't you break her in a bit," Juan said suddenly, pausing with the leather band in mid-swing and letting the vicious bruising strap fall loosely in his hand. "I don't think she's ever sucked a cock before, so maybe you should teach her," he said, but these words he spoke in Spanish so Gloria had no idea of what was in store for her. But as Antonio hurried around and kneeled in front of her, his stubby thick penis flapping like an extra leg as he walked, she began to fear the worst. Oh no, dear God, not this! Anything, but not this!
"Come on, woman, crawl to me!" shouted the grotesque Antonio, his voice hoarse with anxious desire for this white-skinned woman who was about to suck his cock like some gutter-bred whore.
She hesitated for just a second and the cruel strap sang through the air, landing on her back with a harsh whacking sound. She jumped and almost leaped toward him on her hands and knees. He straightened his legs before him and angled them so that she could crawl between them, his thick knob-like cock now fully erect and throbbing beneath the purplish foreskin. As Gloria crawled between his legs he tangled his hands in her dark hair and pulled her down, grinding his loins up at the same time so that the distended head of his penis brushed her face, leaving a minute trail of sticky seminal fluid across her lips and cheek. She closed her eyes in bitter humiliation, a ball of nausea threatening her from deep within her belly, but she was determined she would go through with it without screaming or resisting. This much she must do for her husband. Oh my God, Emory, how will you ever forgive me!
"Skin it back like a sausage, woman!" he coughed down at .her, twisting her hair in his hands until Gloria thought he would rip it from her head by the roots.
She reached forward to do his filthy bidding, anxious to escape another rain of painful blows from Juan, who stood grinning at her side like some kind of sadistic overseer. She knew he was just waiting for the slightest excuse to punish her again with his wide leather belt, and she moved desperately to please them both, her fingers cautiously touching the obscene member just inches from her face.
"Hurry it up, bitch!" Antonio shouted.
Finally, after another moment's fearful hesitation, she closed her trembling fingers around the hotly pulsing organ and slowly moved them toward his hair-covered pelvis, skinning back the thick foreskin of his cock so that the giant red-fleshed head popped from its fleshy sheath like a dog's prick from its furry shelter. Then, Antonio's hands were at her lips, opening her mouth, and the soft spongy flesh of his cock rubbed lightly against her teeth. She could see down the full length of his now-rigid member, and she nearly gasped in horror as it began to expand and grow, pulsing and throbbing as if it were coming alive!
Antonio could barely suppress his laughter as he watched his own fleshy cock grow in his fingers as it rested against the woman's teeth. He'd seen this look in their eyes before, the utter horror and surprise as his normally short, thick penis started to swell and lengthen into a formidable male weapon, one that he was justly proud of.
She hesitated a moment, sickened by the thought of her mouth and throat being used this way, as a receptacle of animal lust by a total stranger. She thought sickeningly of the lewd seething male sperm he was going to pump down her ravished throat but suddenly Juan unleashed his vengeful belt on her tender, naked buttocks and she gasped for breath in the unexpected pain. As her lips parted to suck in the cool air expelled by the sudden shock of pain in her bare, unguarded backside, the thick pole of Antonio's flesh rammed forward into the moist warmth of her mouth. She could feel the huge bulbous head of the monstrous cock sliding wetly up the full length of her tongue inside, the tiny droplets of lubricating fluid seeping from the tip and filling the warm cavern of her cheeks with its pungent, male taste and smell.
The leering Cuban began a slow undulation of his hips, the thickly swollen cock sliding in and out of her mouth with a lewd wet sucking sound guided by his hands gripped tightly in her tangled hair.
Juan moved to them to watch the puffing of her bruised cheeks as Antonio pushed up between her tightly clasping lips. His grin widened with each grunt the stubby man made, ramming hard up into her helplessly trapped face. He dropped the belt on the sand, but close enough to grab it should this temperamental female decide to balk, and ran his hands over her smooth pliant flesh, allowing them to rove beneath to her fully rounded breasts that dangled lewdly below her, tweaking and twisting the swollen buds of her nipples into hardness; then, running them back up the sides of her body over the narrow slimness of her tiny waist and over the rich, delicious swell of her womanly hips. His fingers kneaded her flesh hungrily as he watched his companion's thick cudgel-like prick sawing into Gloria's wide-stretched lips. It was an exciting picture, alone worth the hardships of this trip, even if there wasn't a small fortune waiting for them in Florida, along with a few suckers who would probably never guess what happened to their prize "revolutionaries"! Hah, the very thought of those bookish sissies back in Miguel's hidden camp, those slogan-shouting fools, made him want to burst out laughing! But there was more pleasant work at hand, and he didn't plan to miss a second of it, eagerly taking in every movement of Antonio's grinding loins as he forced his lust-hardened penis in and out between her ovally straining lips as she groaned in abject submission between his legs like some worn-out bitch hound groveling at her master's feet.
Gloria could feel the fingers crawling over her naked body as her head rose slowly up and down on the thickly swollen shaft plunging hotly up into her mouth. She could see small tufts of dark pubic hair curling out around the base where it left his opened fly. Her mind wandered in the nightmarish stupor of her degradation-nothing mattered to her now except ending this horrible ordeal, and to get it over with she knew what had to be done. God, how it sickened her to even think it, lest her thoughts somehow fly into her husband's mind and he would know her shameful secret! She had to satisfy these men, she had to do it well or they'd never leave her alone!
She began sucking to please this ugly revolutionary, running her tongue wetly around the huge rubbery cock-head and flicking the tip teasingly into the tiny open slit on the tip until she could feel it throbbing as though it had a life of its own and would erupt at any moment into a great gushing fountain of sperm that would flow into her mouth and throat in a never ending wave that would be etched in her memory as permanently as if it had been done with a chisel. A memory she could never lose as long as she lived-it would be a part of her now and torment her like a haunting specter until she died and could at last free herself of this curse. All she could think of was her husband and her son and daughter. Oh dear Janice, I can't let something like this happen to her! She's so pure and innocent, it would kill her for sure!
Gloria knew the only hope for her daughter, for her whole family, rested in her nakedly ravished body now, and though she was helpless at the mercy of these maniacs, she still had the power to protect her precious daughter, to save her from being destroyed, blinded to all that was good and wonderful about sex by this lewd, lascivious attack that would cripple her mind as surely as a bullet. She would show them, she would show them she could please, would please! To save her own beloved, she would be what they wanted, no matter what it cost her. It was a whore they wanted, and a whore they would get! They wanted her to suck them, she would suck as no whore could suck! She would fuck as no whore could fuck!
Her tortured, half-crazed mind wandered on aimlessly, stumbling to make some microscopic semblance of sanity from this horrible nightmare. And in her agonizing self-searching humiliation, she was able to deny, even to herself, the weird and unmistakable sensations she was just this instant only barely beginning to perceive. It was as if someone had lighted just one tiny lamp in the far reaches of her brain, and thought she couldn't see it clearly yet. She knew, God how she knew, that it was there.
Her head bobbed up and down slavishly over the hotly blood-engorged flesh now, sucking it to draw the milky semen from it until he was drained empty and would collapse in exhaustion. Antonio groaned and twisted above her, raining Spanish and English obscenities down at the top of her lewdly bobbing head and watching with delight as the oval-shaped lips strained at his aching cock as though it were food dangled before a starving refugee. Below him, Juan played at the helpless brunette's forcibly kneeling form like a sex-crazed fiend, his mind ablaze now from the strange combined forces of the potent wine and the devastating cocaine, running his hands brutally over the milky softness of her flesh, twisting and squeezing it until small red welts appeared behind the path of his hands wherever they touched. Groaning, the wetness of his lips dropped to her naked back, laying a liquid path along her spine that sent involuntary shivers running to the tips of her lewdly jiggling breasts quivering under her abjectly kneeling body. They descended down toward the dark hidden crevice of her buttocks which his hands had already pulled roughly apart, his fingers curling down and rummaging animal-like in the wetly glistening slit of her vagina, still sopping and juicy from Rafael's ravishing assault on her pussy. His fingertips probed between the warm hair-lined lips that now throbbed in time to the cock sliding in and out of her mouth, and though Gloria squirmed and grunted her protests around the cock stuffed chokingly into her mouth, Juan knew better. His hands could feel the awakening in her innermost secret treasures, actually feel the hot moist flesh of her pinkly throbbing pussy lips begin to stir and shiver with rising excitement. God, she was getting turned on! He would never have really expected this, not of a married woman with kids, but he could see it with his own eyes!
He moistened the tip of his middle finger in the wetness of her cunt and slowly stroked it up the crevice of her buttocks toward the tight, tiny ring of her anus, mumbling incoherently in the wild excitement of having this yankee's wife twisting helplessly under the lewd probings of his hands, quivering under his virile touch like a schoolgirl in the backseat of a car. The tip of his middle finger, slippery from her vaginal juices, circled teasingly around the tight nether ring guarding the entrance to her rectum and then with a sudden piercing thrust, sank deep up inside her.
Gloria jerked forward from the unexpected digging pain of Juan's finger in her rectum, and Antonio thrust up again, impaling her mouth deeper on his fleshy cock shaft until she felt as though it would suffocate her. She gagged slightly at the choking entry, struggling to regain her breath. It came in a great gasping sound as she sucked in her breath from the pressure of the long finger digging deep into her ass-hole. Grunts of protest escaped from around the tightness of her lips as Juan dug deeper and deeper, expanding the tightness of her rectum until she thought she would faint from the cruel probe.
Her concentration on her brutally skewered anus was short lived as she felt a sudden tightening of the hands holding her head down on the huge thick cock. Antonio's pelvis began jerking wildly and fucking his lust-engorged cock deeper and deeper up into her wetly sucking mouth. She could feel it throbbing against the warm, moist insides of her cheeks and tongue and she knew this was it. He was going to cum in her mouth, the ultimate humiliation he could heap upon her — any second now this horrible man's hot viscous cum would spurt down her tender throat and into her naked belly as his balls emptied in one heaving gasp.
But she wanted to get it over with. She wanted to end the degradation that she had brought upon herself by defending her precious daughter from these fiends. She sucked hungrily, her mouth salivating as it never had before as Juan behind lewdly stretched and pulled at the tightly puckered ring of her cringing rectum, chuckling his obscene observations in both English and Spanish to himself as he played at will in the white fleshy confines of her wetly upturned anal crevice, his eyes watching the incredibly lascivious display.
Antonio groaned above her flailing head and rammed deeper up into her throat, holding her head in the prison of his heavy hands like a steel band around her skull. His cock began a sudden jerking motion and spewed with a vengeance the hot jets of his cum deep into her throat. Gloria groaned as she continued sucking and swallowing in rapid rhythm, gulping the gushing sperm squirting hotly up into the warm wet moistness of her mouth. She clasped her lips in a tight elastic ring around the wildly jerking instrument, swirling her tongue maddeningly around and around the throbbing head. She wanted to suck it dry, to hurt him somehow, to punish him for the bitter humiliation he was forcing upon her. His groans of pleasure, perceived by her in her half-crazed state as pain, only incited her to greater effort. It continued for what seemed like an eternity and she thought it would never end until finally, the hands clamped at the sides of her head fell away and the giant throbbing cock gave one last hot spurt of its depleted seminal fluid and stopped. The finger in her expanded rectum popped out and Juan pushed her forward roughly.
"All of it, woman! Lick him clean!" he ordered.
Gloria followed his command quickly, anxious to end this nightmare. She began at the base where the tiny tufts of pubic hair protruded from his fly and began to lick around it twirling the tip of her tongue into the thin sticky streams that had escaped the tightness of her roundly ovaled lips. She could feel his softening cock jerk slightly under her delicate touch, and she hurried to complete her degrading task before it sprang to life again. A moment later, it was clear of all his wasted cum, glistening and wet from her saliva. She watched, her eyes inches away, as it slowly deflated and sank to a rubbery softness.
"Juan, that was really something," Antonio breathed above in heavily accented English, looking down at the tiny trickle of semen streaking Gloria's chin. "Let her suck you now, amigo."
Juan didn't immediately reply — there was an unmistakable cruel glint in his cold black eyes that sent an involuntary shiver along Gloria's bare spine. She no longer knew what to expect; anything and everything could come from these men's demented minds.
"I think not, Antonio. Maybe I try something new ... I don't think she has had much back here, no?" And with those lewd words, he gave her anus a hard jab with his middle finger and sent her jerking away from his sudden touch.
Before she could resist or cry out in protest, Juan had pushed her shoulders down until her face was smashed into the sleeping bag beneath her, her nose ground into a sticky left-over stain from the other man's ejaculation. “Tie her wrists with the belt. I don't want her to be jerking around too much," Juan said. Antonio eagerly obeyed, then held the securely bound wrists in his own hands so that she was powerless to escape.
"W—What are you going to do to me?" she asked softly, afraid to risk infuriating either of her captors. She was trembling from head to foot; tiny shivers of terror could be seen rippling along her naked white skin.
"Don't worry, bitch. This is my specialty. You've never had better than I am about to give you now," he grinned evilly as he lowered his pants to the ground and kicked them off.
Gloria couldn't believe what he was proposing. She had prepared herself for anything, but not this! She would give them whatever they asked of her, but this wasn't human! This was for savages and animals! It wasn't right; he couldn't mean what he had said. Maybe he was just trying to scare her, to have a little sadistic fun with her before he fucked her. Surely he wasn't going to rape her there, not in her ass!
She clenched her buttocks and legs tightly together behind her in reaction to the horrible thought. Both his hands had probed mercilessly into her hidden backside passage and it had hurt terribly. But this would kill her — he couldn't put his cock in there! He was too big; she couldn't possibly take it up inside her back there.
"Such a beautiful ass," she heard the big man gasping from behind. "This will be a pleasure!"
Through the mist of her terror-struck thoughts, she felt his hands opening her buttocks, drawing the cheeks wide apart. She tried to hold them tensed together, but the pressure of his thumbs in the moist crevice between her covering ass-cheeks was too great. They were cruelly stretched away from each other until she could feel the cool air rushing into the hot interior between her legs.
"Still too tight. Maybe better I should stretch it some more."
In the nearby thicket, a hidden shadowy figure watched with fiercely intense eyes everything that was happening. Maria had quietly eased away from the campfire on the beach for a moment, knowing that with what was going on there, she wouldn't be missed. She took in all that was happening and there in that moment sensed for good just who and what these men were, these men she once would have trusted with her life. But that was before, far into the past now, and Maria knew she must live for the present and the future. She took one last look at this helpless woman, kneeling like a slave and tied up like some kind of animal, Juan's middle finger prodding her ass viciously as the two of them looked on and laughed back and forth at their great fun. Now Maria knew ... before it was only vague, but now it was as clear as the morning would be in a few hours. She knew what had to be done — and she would do it!
Gloria could feel the tip of his middle finger again at the entrance of her naked rectum and she clenched the tiny puckered lips tight in a desperate effort to stop the cruel penetration she knew was coming. He probed for a moment on the outer edges of the small elastic circle and then shoved forward with a grin, sinking his middle finger with a jerk up to the first knuckle again. Gloria jumped from the anticipated pain that was not as keen as she thought it would be. She was still stretched a bit back there from his previous probings while she had sucked Antonio's cock a few moments ago. She relaxed slightly until suddenly she felt the extra pressure of another finger ram unexpectedly in alongside the first. It hurt this time, and badly! She jerked forward to escape its painful entry, her body moving a few inches along the sleeping bag, groaning a muffled cry as she did so.
"Oh, please, please don't do it there," she begged, trying to keep her voice down so that Emory and the kids wouldn't hear. Tears of pain and humiliation ran down her cheeks again as the realization came to her that he had not just been talking. He was going to fuck her there! He was going to stick that long thick cock of his fully up her virginal rectum in an unnatural act of love that was forbidden in all the civilized societies of the world. This was the ultimate humiliation and surrender and Gloria could feel rather than see the leering looks on their faces as they stared down at her totally helpless nakedness while her body was being punished and used in the most obscene and degrading ways imaginable. She would never live through it, she knew she wouldn't. Never face the world again after this horror and subjugation. Surely she would die; having returned from this purgatory here on earth, there was no place for her among the living.
She cringed her full rounded buttocks away from him but it was useless; he planted the palm of his hand on the small of her back and pushed her down tight, trapping her between the sleeping bag and his fingers digging cruelly into her back passage, expanding it mercilessly as he twisted and turned the fingers in the tight narrow hold.
As suddenly as he had shoved the fingers in, he pulled them out of her. They seemed to slip out reluctantly, the elastic ring of her anus clinging to them until they popped out with a slight sucking sound. He forced her legs wider with his knees, dropping his head to her buttocks and licked wetly at the crevice between them, moistening the tiny hole with his tongue in preparation for the coming assault.
"Kneel up ... higher," he suddenly commanded, eager for the ultimate subjugation of her piteously trembling body. She hesitated for a moment and felt his hand on her hips jerking them to the kneeling position, her breasts still pressed tightly down on the bag under her. Her buttocks were high in the air behind her, waving lewdly as if in open invitation to the cruel ravishment about to begin. Her anus throbbed in abject helplessness before the threat of his wanton assault.
His knees behind her pushed her thighs wider apart, the hair of his legs brushing hard against the insides of hers. She was held wide and helpless, completely at his mercy and she bit down on her lower lip to keep back the tears of helpless frustration brimming to her eyes.
His hands grasped harshly at her hips, holding them steady in the air as she felt the long, thick cock impress itself in the moist naked split of her behind. She gasped from the first contact in surprise. It was huge! Even bigger than the one she had been forced to cruelly suck to fulfillment a few minutes ago. She hadn't expected anything like this-God, she didn't know cocks came this big! She could never take that up in her rectum without ripping her belly in half! She jerked forward again attempting to move away from the threatening monster.
"Hold her shoulders down, she's trying to get away!" shouted Juan. Antonio's hands quickly dug into her shoulders, pressing them hard and flat against the sleeping bag. She could not move at all; she was wide and helpless before this unnatural onslaught of depravity from the man behind her. She could feel his hairy loins and his enormous searching penis probing hard into her softly yielding ass-cheeks.
The sadistic Cuban's hands coursed down over her nakedly upthrust buttocks, his thumbs pressing on either side of the tiny clenched anus stretching it wide. Then, she felt a probing between the thumbs that was soft and rubbery at first and then grew into a hard, unrelenting bluntness.
"No, please ... aaaaaaawwwwwww!" she gasped in a soul-shattering screech as she felt the tightly-resisting nether ring finally giving way before the unyielding pressure, the tip of his lust-engorged cock popping inside with a lewd jerk.
She screamed again, mindless of her promise not to give in, and then groaned loudly, but there was no one to help her. Had she guessed what was happening only a few yards away, the pain would have been too much to bear. But there was no one to help her. There was no one in the world. All that existed was the excruciating torture of her anus from the beast behind and the cruel hands pressing her shoulders down toward the earth. There was no escape from the horror and degradation of the depraved attack on her helplessly naked body. The blunt intrusion of this thick cock vibrated through every fiber of her being, pushing the soft rubbery flesh up inside her widely-stretched anal passage in great waves of sharp pain before it, filling her backside ceaselessly as though she were being impaled on a thick spit. She grunted in submission, her eyes opened wide in torment until suddenly she felt the coarse hair of his loins smack heavily into the smooth softness of her buttocks. The cruel fleshy spear of his penis was buried to the hilt in her asshole.
She groaned in anguish, hung on the end of the stone-hard cock like so much meat being roasted over an open fire.
Juan, muttering obscenities behind her and gasping with sadistic pleasure, began to saw rhythmically and without mercy deep into the soft aching depths of her back passage, bringing further sobs of pain and misery from her dry, parched lips. She had never felt so soiled and debauched in her life and her whole behind felt wet and used as Juan levered up behind her on his knees and began to fuck the full length of his punishing rod up into her with long smooth strokes. It pulled tiny ridges of her pinkly clasping flesh out with his prick as it withdrew for another vicious lunge inside. She was dimly aware of Antonio chuckling stupidly to himself and pushing back hard on her shoulders with each lunge the rampaging cock made into her behind, trapping her servile body between the skewering from behind and his hands in front. She was hopelessly held in the kneeling position, painfully bent like an errant slave before its vengeful master.
Her body jerked and quivered and her thighs, released now that her resistance was broken, periodically convulsed as an extra hard thrust seared painfully into her tortured asshole. She could hear his grunts of pleasure floating through the silence of the woods around them and hated herself and her body for the joy it was giving him though she could do nothing about it now. She wanted to destroy him, to kill him for the degradation and humiliation he was heaping upon her against her will. In spite of her pain, she clasped her anal muscles tightly, trying to rip the plunging column of flesh from his body.
"Jesus, she's so tight inside!" he groaned, throwing his head back in ecstasy from the warm clasping flesh enveloping it. She couldn't stand for the indecent, forbidden sodomizing of her rectum to continue much longer, even though the pain was lessening now. The humiliation was just too great. Kneeling in total submission before these foreigners slaving obscenely over her body was too much for her tormented mind to absorb. She had to end it, she had to, and she prayed for the strength to please these animals as she knew she must so that it would all be over.
She began to move backward to meet the forward thrust of his cock, undulating her body and swinging her buttocks in tiny rotating circles, clasping his lust-engorged penis tightly with the slight throb of her rectum on the out-stroke. Juan watched the reddish skin of the tiny round hole draw back with his cock and felt the sudden voluntary movements of her buttocks before him.
"Give it all to her now, Juan! She looks like she's ready!"
Juan groaned again and surged into her with renewed power. He knew she was his to do as he wished now-she was a slave kneeling before him, prepared to follow his every wish and command, there was no resistance left in this voluptuous married woman impaled so lewdly on his throbbing cock. He would give it to her now as she had never had it before and she would love it-hell, she was loving it now as he watched the movement of her buttocks and the arching hollows of her back as she worked and ground back into him like some sort of maniacal female demon he had trapped and forced to submit to his lustful demands, her dark hair falling around her neck and back as she squirmed lewdly in front of him, her face twisted with shame and fear.
Gloria's face rolled from side to side on the crumpled sleeping bag and he could see it flushing red from the intensity of her effort, her eyes wide in unseeing entrapment in the final quest for fulfillment. She bucked and churned her body beneath him, feeling he was nearing the end; she grunted and groaned with him, encouraging and pleading with the motions of her buttocks for him to end it and fill her ass-hole with the hot seething sperm of his orgasm.
Juan sensed her sudden frantic need and began to ram rapidly into her, hard and deep with every stroke, battering her quivering buttocks with his pelvis. He gripped the tops of her thighs with his fingers, squeezing with all his strength to pull her back over his hugely expanding cock. His eyes bulged wide at the lewd spectacle of her beautiful white body bucking before him, and the sadistic desire to hurt her more rippled through him as he slammed forward with a mighty thrust up her anus like a wave of raging flame.
"Aaaaaagggghhh!" she moaned piteously, and he flicked the end of his mammoth prick deep inside her rectal passage. "Aaaaawwwww!"
With the last half groan, half scream, Gloria could feel the giant ravishing shaft of flesh begin to grow and expand until she was certain it would never stop. It was killing her! The muscles and tender pink flesh of her brutally plundered ass-hole were being stretched beyond all human endurance, but still he fucked her harder and harder!
"Please, please, for God's sake, cum! Cum!" she gasped, amazed at her own words as they came out, vile and besmirched like one of them, and she fucked back against him wildly, out of control in blind agony.
He gasped above her, incoherent words sputtering .from his opened lips and shoved forward with a mighty thrust that almost tore through the very walls of her softly quivering belly and shuddered his hot thick cum in wave after wave up into her rubbery sucking depths of her rectum. She knelt in front of him, buttocks still waving high in the air and pressed tightly back against his hairy loins as he poured his sperm deep inside her anal passage, filling her soft elastic rectum to the bursting point with warm, sticky wetness. He groaned with release and collapsed over her body.
After awhile, she felt his weight lifting from her nakedly abused body and the softness of his deflated penis slip with a wet sucking sound from the confines of her flooded, ravaged anus. She felt wet and a slight soreness back there, but nothing like the horror of the beginning. She was no longer virginal anywhere now, and there was nothing left for them to do to her. They had debauched and humiliated her now in every way possible and she could never forget it, but she still had one thing left — her love for Emory and the children. She would do it again for them, do it a million times if these savages wanted it of her. But now, the other one wanted pleasure, wanted to feel his turgid prick buried inside her. And suddenly, she wasn't repulsed as before, even at the thought of this misshapen, hideous man poking his thick lustful penis into her ... they wanted pleasure, and she would give them pleasure. It was weird and almost unspeakable, but she felt something undeniably familiar deep in her belly, some sort of strange tingling sensation at just the thought of satisfying these two strange men in the most primeval manner possible. It was as if some unknown hidden part of her soul was suddenly speaking to her. Some tiny minuscule fragment of her very being that was a legacy from her dark, distant past, eons ago in the steaming wilderness of some jungle, perhaps on an island like this. This unheard, unseen voice was suddenly communicating with her, guiding her, urging her on ... God, could it be that she actually liked for men to do things like this to her!? Could there be some part of her that craved the forbidden, hungered for the wickedness of unbridled lust!?
Her eyes were tightly shut as she felt the strap being loosened from her wrists and the huge strong hands that had held her head so tightly before now rolled her over onto her back. There was the faintest trace of a thin smile on her lips as she obediently complied, drawing her legs up at his command, her feet flat on the wrinkled, stained sleeping bag that had warmed her child just a few short hours ago. She let her legs limply fall open in tantalizing slowness. She knew what they wanted now and she might as well give it to them.
"Juan, she's a real tiger! Look at her, ready for it already!" Antonio gasped as he looked down at the firm voluptuousness of her nakedly sweating body spread waiting before him.
She felt his heavy weight crawling onto the sleeping bag and up between her openly spread and waiting legs. She curled them around his hips without being told as he reached down and pressed the bluntness of his cock between the swollen pink edges of her moist and unresisting cunt. He drove forward with a grunt, impaling her again on the thick shaft of flesh. Gloria groaned in justified surrender and, tightening her arms around this vile man's neck, pressed open her wet lips against his, horribly ashamed of what she was doing, but totally unable to help herself now as with a deep moan, she sucked his tongue deep into her mouth and felt his enormous driving cock bottom in her belly, surging into her like a white-hot rod of superheated steel. Yes, she would please them, anything they wanted. She contracted the muscles of her vagina tightly and unashamedly around the lustfully surging organ and began a slow rhythmic rotation of her hips and buttocks that was as old as time itself — woman satisfying man, her natural role in the order of the universe, and she was only a part of it. There was no longer reality, no longer the present — just the sheer wanton pleasure of this man's lust-quenching cock buried deep and deliciously far up inside her. She could feel it quivering and jerking in her very belly, and that thin smile on her lips widened into a teeth-baring snarl of pure animal surrender.