Chapter 10
Billy led Debby straight to the Hole in the Wall Bar.
He stopped outside and pulled her around back, where it was pitch-black.
"I like you, Debby," he whispered as he kissed her softly on the ear. "I like you too, Billy," she replied weakly. "I want to fuck you. Right here!" he exclaimed. "Prove to me that you really like me," he said. "Fuck me -right here in the parking lot."
"Noooooo!" she wailed. "This is disgusting! I can't fuck you here, in this dirty parking lot!"
"Okay, then, I understand. You're right. It's just that I want to fuck you so bad. Forgive me, darling. Let's just go inside and have a beer. I'm upset, that's all. Let's have a beer and then go back to my house," he said in a soft, seductive voice.
"Okay, Billy," Debby answered. She was relieved that he didn't insist on fucking her in the parking lot.
"Hey, listen," he said reassuringly. "The bar closes early tonight. They close up at ten o'clock on Wednesdays so that the guys can shoot pool and play cards without getting hassled. You see, the guys that hang out here do a lot of betting. It's illegal to bet on pool and cards. So, they shut up early every Wednesday night and everybody bets money on either pool or cards. Understand?"
"Sure, Billy. I understand." Debby trusted Billy. He seemed so sincere, and he had taken her away from that awful beach house full of perverts. He seemed like a decent sort of fellow, and she had to trust somebody, so she trusted Billy.
They strolled into the Hole in the Wall Bar. As soon as they stepped through the door, a man walked over and locked it. He turned off the outside lights.
Looking around, Debby noticed that she was the only woman in the bar. At first, she was frightened, but Billy hugged her tightly and said, "Don't worry about a thing, dear. I'll take care of you. These guys all know me. They never fuck with me, and I'll make sure that they don't mess with you."
She was still a bit nervous, but she trusted Billy. He wouldn't let anything bad happen to her, Debby thought. But, as she saw half a dozen men leering at her, she shook with fear.
She clung tightly to Billy's arm.
"Hey, listen, baby," Billy said. "I have to make a phone call. I'll be right back. Don't worry about a thing. Just relax and have a beer."
A big muscular man strolled over and handed her a glass of beer as Billy swaggered over to the telephone and dialed a number.
Without saying a word, the big man lifted her up and held her above his head while he turned around and around, faster and faster -until she was so dizzy that her stomach was astir and she could not focus.
Then he laid her on the pool table and pulled off her jeans, while another man tore her sweatshirt off. She lay stretched out on the pool table, totally naked, dizzy and confused.
She felt a dozen hands pawing her tits, neck, stomach, legs and cunt. When she tried to sit up, she was rudely and roughly thrown back down on the pool table's felt surface. Her head spun and she could not focus on any of the men who were pawing her naked body.
All that she could see was a single bright lightbulb, which hung over the pool table.
"Wh-what's happening? What's going on here?" she shrieked frantically as she jerked about beneath the pawing hands of six horny men.
"We're gonna gang-rape you, little girl," the big man said as he rammed his thumb into her tight cunt.
"Oh, god! No!" she shrieked.
"Oh yes, darling. We're gonna fuck the hell out of your young pussy. You've got quite a reputation around here. Everybody here knows about you -how you like to pull trains and suck cocks and get fucked in your cunt and your asshole. So we decided to give you a real good time tonight."
"No!" she screamed again. She saw Billy returning from making his phone call, and she called out to him. "Billy, please help me! They want to rape me! Don't let them rape me, Billy! Please! Stop them!"
"Stop them from raping you? You've got to be kidding, sweetheart. Hell, I set this evening up. I figured some of my bar buddies might get a kick out of fucking you."
"Good god!" she gasped in disbelief. "How could you do such a thing to me? I trusted you!"
"Well," Billy replied with a shrug, "let that be a lesson to you, dear. Don't trust anybody."
Debby struggled to escape the hands which held her down on the pool table and pawed her naked young body. Their hands were all over her, probing her cunt, pinching her nipples and her clit, grabbing her taut asscheeks.
She knew that it was futile to try and escape, but she had to make an attempt. She honestly felt that if she were raped one more time, she would go stark-raving mad. She flailed her arms and legs in a desperate attempt to free herself from their groping hands.
"Hold her down, guys," Billy instructed his friends. "Slap her around if you have to!"
The guys didn't have to be told twice. They began to slap her face, tits, legs and belly.
They rained hard smacks all over her body.
"Aaaiiieeeee!" she wailed.
"Gag her," Billy ordered.
One man took a bar rag off the cigarette machine and stuffed it into her mouth.
There was a loud knock on the door, and Debby hoped that the cops had arrived. Perhaps they will save me from being raped by these brutal men, she thought.
As soon as the men heard the knock on the door, they scattered and dashed out the back door. Only Billy stayed behind.
"You stay put," he ordered Debby as he walked to the door, and with a smirk on his face, opened it.
Debby shuddered as she watched three men swagger into the bar. It was King, Prairie Dog and Mousy. They all had obscene smiles pasted on their faces.
Debby would have screamed in fear, but she-was still gagged. She was paralyzed with frightful anticipation. They were all mean men, she knew. And once again, she was powerless to stop them from abusing her.
King spoke first. "Did the other guys all split?" he asked Billy.
"Yep. They took off like scared rabbits, just like we thought they would. Right out the back door."
"Good, now we can get down to a nice little orgy with this young cunt," King said.
The four men wasted no time. Prairie Dog climbed on the pool table, pulled the gag off Debby, straddled her face and stuck his cock in her mouth.
Mousy began to suck her taut nipples.
Billy spread her legs wide, and King grabbed a pool stick from the wall. He stepped forward and rammed the butt-end of the pool stick deep into her pussy.
The thick wooden pool stick pumped in and out of her tight cunt and made lewd slurping sounds. Her cunt-muscles tightened and clasped the pool stick, which sluiced into the depths of her tight cunt.
"Yeah, that's gettin' into it, slut," King rasped. "You're gonna like getting your juicy pussy reamed out by a pool stick. Goddamn! Your cunt is getting all slicked up with pussy-juice.
Pump your ass, bitch!" He shoved the pool stick deeper and harder into her seething, juice-slicked cunt.
The whole sordid scene of sexual depravity humiliated little Debby beyond belief. She struggled in vain to escape the grasps of the crude rapists. But every time that she started to get free of their groping hands and stop sucking the hard prick which filled her mouth or tried to quite jerking in time with the pool stick which was thrust deeply into her cunt, she would be slapped quickly and brutally.
Survival! That was the key word, she realized in a moment of lucidity. She must simply survive this terrible ordeal. She must admit to their crude sexual demands and evil desires. They were raping her, and there was no one around to save her. She couldn't escape on her own.
It was indeed a man's world, she decided. She couldn't escape the fact, and there was little use in trying to fight it.
"Son of a fucking bitch!" King snarled. "Look at this little bitch pump her ass. Goddammit!
She's really getting into being fucked by a pool stick!"
"Yeah... unnggghhh!" Prairie Dog snorted as he pumped his big, long cock in and out of her hot mouth. "She gives a helluva blow-job, too. Look at her wolfing down my cock!"
"Fuckin A," Mousy chimed in. "Her nipples are nice and hard, too!" He pinched her nipples roughly again.
At that very moment, Debby heard footsteps. She listened carefully. She had to focus solely on the sound of the footsteps, because the crude men were making obscene grunting and groaning sounds and were laughing loudly.
They didn't hear anything, but Debby was certain that there were footsteps coming from . .
. from near the back door of the bar.
Who could it be? she wondered. She was dying to know, but in her position -sprawled out on the pool table with her head pressed down and her mouth filled with Prairie Dog's big hard cock -she couldn't look behind her to see who had entered the back door.
"Hey! Look out!" King shouted as he yanked the pool stick out of Debby's cunt.
"What?" Prairie Dog said anxiously as he glanced into King's terror-stricken eyes. Prairie Dog's question was rudely answered by a sharp blow on the back of his head. His eyes glazed over and he fell backward off of the pool table and slammed hard onto the floor.
Alerted to the danger, Mousy turned around just in time to get the full force of a hard right hand which appeared from out of nowhere, landing right on his square jaw.
Wham! The punch hit the little crude biker like a ton of bricks. He slumped to the floor and was out cold.