Chapter 9
"What the hell's going out there?" Ben muttered, as he held his ear to the door. "Sounds like a brawl."
"Maybe we're being rescued," I said hopefully.
"Not yet," the professional in Ben abruptly closed the door on that possibility.
"Maybe they're fighting amongst themselves," I adjusted my speculation.
Ben nodded his head. "If they are, it may be a chance for us to make a break," he pointed out. The sexy side of him had vanished and he was once again a solid professional doing his job.
"How'll we tell?" I asked.
"One of us will have to go out there and look."
"One? Why can't we go together, Ben?"
"It would look fishy. You're supposed to be in the john alone giving yourself a douche. I can't waltz out of here with you."
Of course he was right. "So you think I should go out there alone?"
"Yes," he said expressionlessly. It was hard sometimes to know where you stood with this guy.
At that moment another hair-raising yowl interrupted us. It sounded like some poor soul was being disemboweled.
"Hurry up," Ben said, opening the door and giving me a shove. "Something terrible is happening out there and it may be good news for us."
He pushed me forward after dropping his hand to my ass and giving my buns a pat. It was this subtle but meaningful intimacy that told me Ben King really cared about Donna Haley.
If we ever got out of this mess alive, who knew what might develop? I could see a whole new life for me.
So, it was not entirely with fear and dread that I swung down the hall toward the living room. When I thought of Ben, there seemed to be a silver lining to this predicament.
Meeting him was worth all the terror and violence the convicts had brought to my home.
It sounded gory in there, but I was almost looking forward to it, certain that someone else's agony could work to my benefit. I hoped and expected that those convicts would be ripping each other to pieces.
Then I was stopped in my tracks by a third yowl. This time I recognized its pitch and was abruptly aware of the identity of the tortured party. I fell to my knees and vomited.
"Mommy, Mommy, where are you?" my sixteen year old daughter, Robin, was pleading for me to save her. "These men are tearing me apart!"
In a daze, I began to crawl the rest of the way to the living room. When I got there I just stayed that way, because there was no chance the shock I absorbed from what I saw would allow me to stand.
Robin was being stretched by her arms and legs, spreadeagled in mid-air by a convict at each end. The other two cons were fucking her with their huge dicks-one in the pussy and one in the ass.
"Stop! Stop!" she shrieked. "You're ripping me to pieces!"
"Say it little girl," somebody drooled. "Say what we're doin' to yez."
There was a dreadful pause while the convicts waited for my daughter's response. I knew that Robin was a good girl who would never use the word fuck, but now I prayed for her mouth to become foul.
She was apparently on the wavelength of her mother's ESP or just piteously desperate.
"You're FUCKING me!" she brayed it out for all to hear.
But they weren't satisfied. "What are we doin' it with?"
Their cocks, darling, their cocks! I mentally coached her on the correct terminology from across the room.
She was close. "Your PRICKS!" she screamed. "You're FUCKING me with your PRICKS!
And it's killing me. Are you satisfied?"
"I know one of the reasons it hurts so much, little girl," the brute fucking Robin's cunt fiendishly chuckled. He had something awful up his sleeve. "You know what I'm talkin' about. Why don't you tell us, sweet thing?"
Robin's face contorted into a mask of pain and shame, as her twisted his huge prick in her tight, young cunt to emphasize his words. I couldn't believe the mere insertion of a cock in a pussy could be so sadistic.
"Go on," the cunt-fucker insisted, "go on and tell us why my dick is hurting your little twat so much."
She didn't want to answer. It was clear that his question was as painful to Robin as the cock skewering between her forcibly spread legs.
He brutally slapped her. "C'mon, little girl, I ain't got all day. Didn't your mama ever teach you to mind your elders?"
She remained mute. Robin had brought herself to say fuck and prick, but she couldn't verbally manage this latest request.
The cunt-fucker's impatience lapsed into real anger, as he seized one of my daughter's nipples with each hand. When he twisted the succulent young buds of pink flesh, Robin cried out in withering pain. "Now're ya ready to tell me why it hurts so bad in your pussy, little girl?" he sadistically seethed. "I won't stop twistin' your cute little titties until yez do."
He wasn't kidding, either. Robin's nipples and the area around them, were turning purple from the hideous pressure of the convict's strong fingers. At the same time his cock was thrusting like a sword in her cunt, not to mention the second prick reaming her ass.
Robin was hopelessly trapped in a triangular sexual vise, pain embracing her from a trio of unyielding sources. Her dignity was literally being squeezed out of her imprisoned body.
She would have to give in.
"YYYEEEEEOOOWWW!" she finally let loose with that all-too-familiar sounding scream.
"Gonna tell us?"
"All right-all right. Just stop torturing me."
They let up a little and she gritted her perfect teeth into an even row. The words came out in a metallic sounding monotone, almost as if they were pre-recorded.
"As if you didn't know, the head of your penis is pressing very painfully against my hymen, almost to the point of rupturing it. Or to put it more bluntly, your big prick is popping my cherry."
"I thought so!" the cunt-fucker whooped. "Somethin' told me we had ourselves a little virgin to play around with! I ain't busted a cherry since my own sister's back home in Tennessee!"
Everybody in the room laughed except me and Robin. "Shit," some animal chortled, "we shoulda broke out of the pen a long time ago if this kinda tail was waitin' for us."
"Yeah," somebody else interjected, "if she's as young as she looks, the only thing they can do is send us back for statutory rape."
"Statutory rape occurs when the minor has consented to have sex with an adult," Robin surprisingly interrupted, still using the metallic voice. "Needless to say, I'd never say yes to you pigs. What you're up to is forcible rape, which should be right up your alley. I can't imagine any of you doing it any other way."
Then, for some reason, she looked down at Johnny Otis, the junior member of the gang who was holding her legs. Their eyes unquestionably met and she amended her accusation by saying with a noticeable lilt in her voice. "Except maybe one. There may be one of you, after all, who knows the right way to treat a member of the opposite sex."
Johnny knew who she was talking about, because he smiled at her and for a split-second there, I was almost certain Robin smiled back.
The rest of the gang, though, was as ignorant of these nuances as they were of anything else of any delicacy. Rough-shod was their game. Now that they knew they had a cherry teenager on their hands, their mouths were watering to do something about it.
The man fucking Robin's cunt began blasting away with his cock. He was using it like a sledgehammer, intent on busting things up.
The agony was reflected in Robin's face. Her usually angelic features were contorted into a rubbery mask of pain. The brutal cock in her pussy was obviously stretching her maidenhead to the limit. It would have to tear.
When an older man gives a young girl her first fuck, his prick is the camel and her untested pussy is the eye of the needle. The camel prevails when the eye can give no more.
This happened now, heralded as with the preceding atrocities by one of Robin's piercing screams. However, the most meaningful evidence was down below.
Thick red blood was gushing from the sides of Robin's cock-engorged pussy and pouring down her slender thighs. It killed me to see this, knowing what a good girl she was and how much her virginity must have meant to her.
There was no slow-down in the fucking as the blood flowed. The man in Robin's cunt was especially vigorous, pushing his cock through the rupture in the hymen until it was in to the hilt.
Now I had the sight of a grown man's hairy balls churning against my daughter's girlish vulva. It was one thing when I, an adult had been raped, but quite another for one so young and innocent as Robin. It was a miracle her inexperienced pussy could take all that prick.
However, when I looked back at her face, I saw that her teeth were no longer clenched. A whole new expression had come over her face. Incredibly, she looked almost placid.
"Now how does it feel?" the man fucking her to his nuts asked.
Her reply was a long, sighing moan. Obviously she was no longer in pain.
"It's different without your cherry, ain't it, little girl?"
She moaned again.
"Kinda feels good."
"Yes, yes," she astonished me with her answer. "I didn't know I was that deep inside. Do it harder—see how much I can take before I scream again."
That voice was not hers. She sounded as though she were in a hypnotic trance. The breaking of her hymen and the hilted penetration in her cunt had put her under a sudden spell. The girl who had resisted to the limit had been abruptly replaced by someone else.
Someone who somehow managed to wriggle free of the grip on her ankles and wrap her legs around the man hilting her pussy. Then he lifted them higher, locking the knees over his shoulders.
The man cornholing Robin knelt behind her, pumping his dick in and out of her ass. He'd been pretty quiet so far, but now he was grunting like a hard-working ox. Robin's repositioning had given him a better angle and he was taking advantage of it with a jack- hammering series of hilted thrusts.
"They're both in all the way," Robin announced. "I can feel the heads of both pricks meeting somewhere inside me. They feel like battling monsters."
I turned away. This was even harder to take than when she was writhing with pain. On her first fuck the daughter I had so carefully brought up was carrying on like a teenage call- girl.
Getting up to leave, I ran right into Ben. "What's going on?" he hissed. "Why didn't you come back?"
I pointed with a trembling finger. "L-look. They're r-raping my d-daughter."
"She doesn't seem to be feeling any pain," Ben observed.
"How can you say that to me?" I angrily retorted. "I'm her mother."
"Facts are facts, as we say in law enforcement," he squashed my complaint. "Anyway, this might be exactly what we need. The longer they take then the longer the SWAT team will have to surround the house."
I just averted a blurt. "Then they're here?" I managed to whisper.
"Trust me," Ben enigmatically replied.
"What'll we do until they get here?"
"Keep things going. The more time it takes to gang-bang your daughter, the better.
Understand, Donna?"
I nodded my head. Donna would just have to sacrifice her body for the common good as I had done. Like mother, like daughter, I rationalized.
So Ben and I returned to the livingroom. Nobody even asked where we had been all this time, so intense was their preoccupation with Robin's cock-stuffed body.
Ben got right into the inner circle. "You guys have had her long enough," he said. "I think I'd like to fuck her now."
The others mumbled under their breath, saying nothing explicit. In the meantime, Ben pulled his prick out and it was as hard as theirs.
Otis, the kid, had been standing at the perimeter of the action since Robin had wrested her legs free. Now, as Ben moved toward her body, Otis sprang forward with youthful quickness and physically restrained him.
"Hey—what's going on here?" Ben asked irritably.
"Wait a minute there, King," the kid answered. "Don't you think you're going out of turn."
"Are you trying to tell me that you were here first, sonny?" Ben snorted contemptuously.
"Hell, that doesn't count. You were just standing around watching like some kind of goddamn fairy. Out of the way, kid."
However, when Ben tried to move, Otis refused to let go. Finally Ben used his superior size to shake the kid off. However, when he tried to take a step, Otis lashed out with a right from nowhere and decked him.
Suddenly all eyes were on the fight. If there's one thing psychopaths like more than sex is violence. Robin had all the cocks pulled from her body and was dumped unceremoniously to the floor, as the three cons gathered around to cheer their favorite in the battle between Ben and the kid.
"You little son of a bitch," Ben growled and then shot up from the floor. Otis easily evaded him. Then, to rub it in, the kid kicked Ben in the ass.
Ben whirled around and rushed his graceful opponent again. This time Otis slid out of his antagonist's way at the last instant like a matador. Ben the bull went crashing into the wall head first.
I couldn't figure out what Ben was trying to prove. Why was he going to all this trouble?
Wasn't this taking undercover work beyond the point of reason?
In any case, it was too late for him to back out now. He had a fight on his hands and the very tough Otis seemed indisposed to show any mercy.
The kid let Ben get to his feet, but it was an offensive maneuver. For just when Ben was upright, Otis sent a vicious karate kick flying that was practically decapitating.
The back of Ben's skull cracked against the wall and he slid to the floor in obvious unconsciousness. However the kid was still giving no quarter and jumped him like a rabid animal.
"Kill him! Kill the motherfucker!" a vixen's voice screeched. I looked around and saw Robin with her eyes a bulge and her fists clenched, fanatically exhorting the kid on to further violence. Possibly murderous violence.
I couldn't let this happen. If anything happened to Ben, I was without an ally. Should he die, the whole rescue effort might go awry. Even if the SWAT team stormed the place, without Ben directing traffic Robin and I might be shot down like dogs along with everybody else. After all, wasn't that the fear Patty Heart had expressed about being rescued by the FBI?
Realizing I had to intervene, I leapt in between Otis and Ben, pleading with the former to cool down. I thought from the softening of the kid's eyes that maybe I was making some progress, but then the process was reversed by a raucous interruption.
"Leave him alone, Mom!" Robin hollered. "I want him to waste that cocksucker."
"Robin—you can't mean that!"
"I can and do. Don't worry, Mom, I know what I want and right now, I want this bozo wasted."
"What on earth for?"
"So I can fuck the winner," she gloated. "I want some young cock for my sixteen year old pussy, not this old-timey stuff."
When I looked into the kid's eyes again they had hardened. I felt a chill that raised goose- bumps on my spine.
Realizing that I was in the path of a killing machine, I jumped out of the way. While I gasped in horror at his side, the kid went to work on Ben, savagely pummeling him.
Since Ben could not fight back, it was not long before his face resembled fresh hamburger. His eyes were closed, his teeth were lying all over the floor, blood and bruises had destroyed his features. I had to look away from my battered lover or I would vomit again.
When I finally had the stomach to look again, the kid was gone. Ben was there in a bloody heap alone. And he wasn't breathing, either.
"I killed him," I heard the kid boasting to my daughter. "Killed the sucker with my own fists."
"Oooooh, you're so strong," Robin squealed in girlish admiration. "Let me feel your muscles."
"Forget about them," Otis sniggered. "Feel my cock."
I turned around in time to see him pulling it out. Robin eagerly grabbed the hard tool and began stroking it.
"Suck it," the kid ordered. "Take it all the way down your throat."
"One thing," she said. "What's your name? I like to know who I'm making love with— especially when he's just killed a man for the honor."
"Johnny. What's yours?"
"Robin."
"Well, how-do-you-do, Robin and please suck my cock."
"Only if you promise to come in my mouth, Johnny."
"I guarantee it."
She was down on him just like that. As far as I knew she had never had a prick in her mouth before, but she was sucking this one like an old pro. The kids learn so fast these days.
Her slurping noises filled the room, as her lips descended to her lover's balls. She was right about the kid's cock, it was perfectly the right age for her. The way it fit into her mouth was pure symmetry. In spite of my horror, I couldn't help wondering how it would fit into her cunt.
When she had proved she could easily take every inch of Otis' prick, Robin advanced to an even more complex oral technique. Suctioning her cheeks, she began sliding her pressed lips up and down his shaft, literally fucking him with her mouth.
One moment she would be nibbling his balls and the next only the head of his cock was inside. When the latter occurred I could see the big blue veins flexing on his hard-on. I had to admit it was a beautiful prick—being sucked by a beautiful girl.
Then, Otis' pelvis cracked against Robin's nose. His cock was suddenly buried in her throat, even his nuts partially between her lips. I had never seen such a furious thrust.
"I'm coming! I'm coming!" the kid announced. "Drink every drop!"
Robin's cheeks ballooned from the onslaught. Then she began to bob up and down, as she began to swallow.
She glugged it down, not letting a drop escape. By the time Otis withdrew his prick she was all finished and had a winsome smile spread across her cover-girl face.
"Ummmm, dee-licious," she passed judgment. "I can't wait to feel the second load in my cunt."
She reclined on her back and spread her legs until her knee-caps touched her ear-lobes.
Her wispily haired pussy was stickily glistening like a peach in a bucket of meat.
"Fuck me, Johnny, fuck me!" she begged for it. "Fuck my goddamn guts out with your great big cock. I'll show my bitchy mother that I'm old enough to have the man I want."
I winced when the kid moved between Robin's thighs and guided his throbbing hard-on toward her wet cunt. He hadn't lost an iota of phallic despite his ejaculation of just minutes before.
But despite my trepidation, I could not look away. I had to face it. Secretly I had been anticipating this moment all along.
The entry of that perfect young cock into that flawless young pussy. The first real thrust.
The movement of my daughter's ass. The lover's squeals of delight, as penetration was deeper and deeper and pelvic movement accelerated.
This was fucking. Real fucking. Love at its best.
"You got it!" the kid exclaimed and let go of the works. I could almost hear the jizz hissing into my girl's fuck-canal.
The pressure of the cascading cum was so great that Robin's normally taut tummy pooched out in a temporary pot. She must have been taking about a quart.
Then she could take no more. The flow of cum reversed itself and came pouring from her cunt, pushing out her lover's cock in the process. Her normally smooth and tawny thighs were lumpy and white with spilt jism.
"Oh, God, Johnny, can you fuck," she paid him the ultimate compliment.
He looked at her like he was ready to screw her all over again. However, before he could do or say anything, he was interrupted by the sudden opening of the front door. All eyes joined Otis' in an arc toward the point of intrusion.
The interloper was standing framed in the doorway, trying to figure out what was going on.
I recognized the person immediately.
It was my son.