Chapter 8
Debby walked straight across the street and, finding a quarter in one of the pockets of the jeans she wore, she went into an outside telephone booth and dialed the operator. She called her brother in Iowa -collect.
"Hello," answered a gruff voice.
"Hello, Butch? It's me, Debby!" she said anxiously.
"Well, goddammit, little sister," Butch replied. She could tell by the tone of his voice that he was quite annoyed. "Where the hell are you, anyway. We've been worried to death since you split, little girl."
"I hitch-hiked to California, Butch," she explained. "I'm in an awful place called Manhattan Beach, outside a bar called the Hole in the Wall. You wouldn't believe what's happened to me, Butch. Please, come and take me home. Please, Butch!" She began to sob.
"Now calm down, little sister. What's the name of that bar again. I'll fly out on the next plane and meet you there."
"It's called... " Just then, a hairy hand reached into the telephone booth, snatched the receiver away and hung it up. Debby was stunned.
"You ain't makin' no phone calls, little one," a voice said. "I ain't takin' no fuckin' chances of you callin' the cops on Rosey and me."
It was Billy, the handsome friend of Rosey Redgrave.
"I wasn't calling the cops, honest," Debby said. "I was just talking to my brother in Iowa."
"Yeah, sure," Billy replied. "Well, just to make sure, I'm gonna take you with us. We're going to a friend's house."
"Please, let me go. Please!" she begged with tears in her eyes.
"Now don't give me any trouble, or you'll get hurt. I ain't gonna hurt you, honey. I'm just gonna get you off the streets for a while, and wait and see if the cops show up, looking for Rosey and me. If you didn't call the cops, then I'll let you go and you can be on your way."
He led her by the hand, walking as though they were the best of friends.
They walked about five blocks, into the backdoor entrance of a run-down wooden beach house.
As they entered the living room, Billy motioned her to sit on the couch. She sat down and heard two men laughing and guzzling beer in the kitchen.
"Hey, guys," Billy shouted to the two men. "Come on out. I want you to meet a friend of mine."
The two men walked out and when Debby caught sight of them, she nearly fainted. Before her stood Mousy and Prairie Dog!
"Well, it looks like you've already been introduced," Billy said.
"Fuckin' A," Mousy replied with a leer.
"You bet," Prairie Dog concurred.
"Well, I gotta go out for a while. I gotta check some things out and see if this little girl is lying or not. You guys watch her, okay."
"Sure thing," Mousy said.
As soon as they had Debby alone, Mousy grabbed Debby by the hair and pulled her to the floor.
"Nooooo! Don't hurt me! Please!" Debby shrieked.
Prairie Dog left the room for a moment, but returned with rope in his hand.
"We don't need to tie her up," Mousy said to his tall biker friend. "She ain't goin' nowhere."
He pushed her down flat on her stomach and started to pull down her jeans.
"I'll hold her arms," Prairie Dog said.
"Noooooo!" Debby screamed. Prairie Dog smacked her hard and she stopped screaming.
She knew that they were going to do something awful to her -probably rape her young cunt like they did on the beach. She knew that she couldn't stop them if they wanted to fuck her, but her natural reaction was to try. She jerked and squirmed and wriggled about on the floor to escape their tight hold on her. Most important, she didn't want to get beat up again.
In a flash, they had removed her pants and sweat shirt. She lay stretched out on the floor totally nude and, once again, helpless and at the mercy of brutal men.
Mousy knelt over her and stuck his finger in her tight cunt. She gasped in revulsion. This ugly little man repelled her, and she wretched and felt sick as he crammed two more fingers deep into her pussy.
"She ain't wet enough yet," Mousy announced. "We gotta get her all slicked up with cuntjuice. Shit, man, how the hell are we gonna fuck her cunt if she ain't nice and juiced up?"
"Yeah, let's get some Vaseline and ram it up her cunt."
"No! I can get her cunt nice and hot and juicy with this beer bottle," he said with a smile as he reached down and grabbed a half-full bottle of beer.
Good god! Debby thought. She knew that Mousy and Prairie Dog were crude, but were they really so crude as to shove a beer bottle up her little pussy? She was too frightened and confused to speak out, and although she wanted to scream, her vocal cords simply would not work.
With a quick thrusting motion, Mousy pushed the long neck of his half-full beer bottle deep into Debby's cunt.
"Yeah," the little man said, "this bottle will get her pussy-juices flowin'. She'll have a hot, wet cunt in no fuckin' time. Then we'll have some real fun!"
Desperately, the sixteen-year-old girl jerked her hips in an attempt to escape the attack on her tight pussy. But it was to no avail. Mousy kept reaming her cunt with the long neck of his beer bottle. He shoved the hard, glass object deep into her tight, young pussy. And as hard as she tried to get away, it was virtually impossible. Both bikers were strong men.
She didn't have a chance. But she simply had to try. Getting reamed by a beer bottle was a shameful act of debased sexuality. It certainly didn't turn her on to get her pussy fucked by the long neck of a glass bottle.
"Yeah!" said Prairie Dog as he held her arms tightly. "This is far out! It looks like her cunt is starting to get hot and juicy!"
"You got that right!" Mousy shouted triumphantly. "Look at all that fucking cunt-juice! We got us a hot little bitch, here!"
As the bottle sluiced in and out of her cunt, cold beer spilled out and filled her tight pussy.
The beer dribbled out of her cunt and covered her creamy thighs. The feeling of cold beer in her cunt made her shiver and shudder in disgust. She jerked her hips rapidly, and the bottle slipped out of her cunt. But this act of defiance only made Mousy angrier.
"Kneel on her goddamned arms, Prairie Dog," the little biker commanded his friend. "Sit right on her fucking biceps. It'll hurt so damned much that she won't even try to move away from us."
"Okay," the tall thin biker replied obediently. He placed in knees directly on top of Debby's biceps and straddled her face. He pulled down his zipper and his long prick flopped out, his cock-knob landing right on Debby's pert little nose.
Shaking her head in disgust, she tried to move the man's prick-tip off of her nose, but that only made matters worse He started to rub his cock all over her face -on her nose, in her eyes, and over her lips. She was wholly debased and humiliated, and although she tried desperately to put up a fight, it was of no use whatsoever.
Her biceps ached terribly as the tall biker placed all of his weight on his knees and pressed down on her upper-arm muscles. The pain was agonizing. The pain was so intense that she couldn't even scream. She tried, but she couldn't.
As Mousy shoved the beer bottle back up her tight cunt, Prairie Dog reached down and started to rub her upthrust tits. His hands were rough and covered with calluses. And his fingernails were long and grimy. She was disgusted at the thought of this crude, dirty biker rubbing her tender tits.
"I think she's ready now!" Mousy shouted jubilantly. "I'm gonna fuck the livin' shit out of her!" He quickly pulled off his filthy blue-jeans and climbed on top of the frightened sixteen-year-old girl.
"Unnnggghhhh!" he grunted as he rammed his big, thick prick into the seething depths of her tight pussy. "I'm gonna give you a real good fucking, bitch. So you'd best just lay back and enjoy it. Shit," he quipped, "you ain't goin' nowhere, anyway."
"Well, fuck it!" Prairie Dog added."If you're gonna fuck her cunt, then I'm sure as hell gonna fuck her mouth. Open up, slut. Spread your lips wide, 'cause I'm gonna fill your mouth with my prick!"
Debby shook her head and clenched her lips tightly in a determined effort to keep the brutal biker from sticking his cock into her mouth.
But Prairie Dog forced her mouth open with his long, tawny fingers. He stuck his hard prick into her mouth, and commmanding her to "Suck it!" he began to jerk off in her wet mouth.
Debby gagged on his big cock, but knowing that the man was quite capable of hurting her if she didn't obey, she began to suck his hard cock.
"Yeah!" Prairie Dog yelled as she sucked his prick. "That feels real good, bitch! Keep sucking my cock!"
Meanwhile, Mousy was busily fucking her tight, wet pussy. He rammed his cock hard and deep into her cunt.
"That's a real nice, tight pussy you got there, bitch!" he rasped. He gritted his teeth and as his cock ground into her pussy, her hips began to work slowly beneath him.
She didn't want to respond to his lewd, coarse language and his hard thick cock which sluiced in and out of her pussy-channel. But she couldn't help herself. She was truly hot and wet. A thick stream of cunt-juice poured out of her tight cunt. It was unbelievable, but the crude man was stirring lustful feelings in her cunt.
"Ohhhhh, good," she moaned. "Your cock... it... feels good." She began to clench her cunt-muscles to grip his giant prick tightly.
At the same time, she sucked harder on Prairie Dog's cock.
It was like getting fucked in two places at once -in her mouth and in her cunt. She felt like a real whore, a fucking slut. Her cunt muscles clasped hard around one man's prick, and her mouth sucked wantonly on the other man's raging cock.
The sounds of moaning, groaning and grunting filled the living room of the beach house.
Three bodies were entwined as one, and everyone was sweating -lost in the ecstatic bliss of lustful sexual abandon. Fucking and sucking. Fucking and getting sucked off. It was depraved and decadent, but no one seemed to care.
"Take my prick all the way down your throat!" the tall biker hissed from between his tightly clenched teeth. "I'm about ready to shoot my load in your mouth, bitch. Suck my cock harder!"
She obeyed and sucked harder on his prick, taking his snake-like cock deep into her throat. His prick-tip pounded relentlessly against the roof of her mouth.
He let out a hoarse, low moan, and came in her mouth.
"Aaarrrggghhhhh! Unnnggghhhhhhh!" she howled, then his hot jism filled her mouth completely.
She gobbled his cum down greedily and milked his prick while he jerked spasmodically.
Her arms were numb and she didn't even feel any pain from the man's knees, which were holding down her arms brutally and heavily. She was indeed lost in a sea of unbridled lust and passion-filled sexual depravity.
For a brief moment, she felt a wave of disgust coarsing through her, but the bad feeling quickly subsided as her mind centered on the huge cock that was stuffed up her cunt.
"Yeah! Fuckin' A!" Mousy gasped. "You sure as fuck warmed up to the job, slut," he said as he pumped his cock faster into her juicy cunt.
Her cunt clasped his prick tighter now, and she was writhing and jerking about spasmodically beneath his assault on her tight, young cunt.
"Yesss," she replied in a weak voice. "Keep fucking me, Mousy. Whatever you do, don't stop fucking me. My cunt is so hot and it feels so good to have your huge prick crammed up my pussy. God, but your cock is big!"
Debby could hardly believe her own words. But she had spoken the absolute truth. Her cunt was filled with Mousy's giant prick -and she loved it with a passion. She hated to admit the truth, but she was getting what she wanted. She was getting the greatest fuck of her life. Her face was contorted with lust and her entire body was covered with sweat. She jerked her hps in wild abandon beneath the crude little biker in an attempt to take even more of his giant prick into her hot, juicy pussy.
"Goddammit, bitch!" Mousy rasped. "You really are a hot little whore!" His voice betrayed wonder and amazement. "Well, I've got a big hard prick, and if you can't get enough good fuckin' from me, then you can't get it anywhere."
With that, he began to pound his prick faster and harder into the seething depths of her tight cunt. He fueled her hard and fast, without ever slowing the pace of his cock-thrusts.
His prick stroked her sensitive pussy-sheath, and every time that he thrust forward, the thick base of his cock moved along her tender, hard clit, causing her to react with convulsive spasms -spasms of lust over which she had no control whatsoever.
"Aaaaaaggghhhh!" he moaned as he gave a final long, hard lurch and deposited what seemed like a gallon of slick jism deep into her cunt.
She jerked about as her pussy filled with cum, and soon, she was on the verge of cumming, herself.
"Please, don't pull your cock out of me," she begged the man. But he seemed not to have heard her urgent plea. He rolled over on the floor, and his drooling prick slipped out of her needy cunt.
"Nooooo!" she wailed in desperation. "I need it! I need your cock inside me!"
As if in response to her plea, she felt a long, thin hard object quickly being thrust deep into her hot, wet cunt. She was ever-so-thankful. She jerked her hips in response. And once again, she felt a great climax coming on.
Soon, she thought, soon she would get relief.
"You sucked my cock dry, bitch," said Prairie Dog, who was now kneeling beside her on the floor. "So I can't very well fuck you to finish you off. Leastwise, not now. I'd have to get my cock hard again to fuck you, but I can finish you off a different way."
"Wh-what?" Debbie stammered. She was quite confused.
What did he mean? she wondered. And why was Prairie Dog kneeling beside her when only a few short moments before, he had been straddling her face while she sucked his prick dry?
She glanced down at her cunt and gasped as she saw the tall biker reaming her juicy pussy with the neck of the beer bottle that Mousy had used earlier to get her cunt slick and juicy. She was thunderstruck. It was so humiliating to be fucked by a beer bottle. She wanted to stop jerking her hips, but she couldn't do it. She was too hot and horny, and her needy cunt simply had to be fucked, even if it was a beer bottle that was doing the fucking.
"Unnnggghhhh! Mmmmpppphhhhhh! Aaa-ggghhhhh!" she gasped lustily as the bottleneck slid in and out of her pussy.
Prairie Dog simply smiled at her demonically as he worked the beer bottle into the depths of her cunt. He had a strange look on his face, as though he were lost in the ozone.
The man must be crazy, Debby thought as she stole a quick, fervent glance at the crude biker. But whether crazy or not, the man sure knew how to fuck her hot young cunt with a beer bottle.
Suddenly, Debby's head began to shake from side to side. Her cunt was seething, and she jerked her hips in an attempt to reach a climax as soon as possible.
"That's it, slut," Prairie Dog muttered as he watched her intently. "Your cunt is nice and hot and juicy, and this old beer bottle is fuckin' the livin' shit out of your hot little pussy, bitch.
Keep on workin', bitch!"
"Unnnggghhhh! Unnnggghhhh!" she grunted as unknown feelings of sexuality welled up in her loins and tingled in her befuddled brain. She kept on working her cunt-muscles, tightening and loosening her pussy-muscles in an effort to clasp the bottleneck as tightly as possible so that the long, thin glass bottleneck would rub hard against her clit and her pussy-sheath.
Working to get off to a thrilling climax. Working to cum -and to cum hard! All that mattered to Debby now was that she had to cum. Nothing else mattered -not the pain, the degradation and humiliation.
She felt it coming on. The thrilling sensation began in her sensitive clit, rushed through her pussy and sent the all-important message to her brain.
And she came hard.
"Aaaeeee!" she cried as her orgasm racked her body and mind. A dozen different feelings and emotions filled her to the brim -ecstasy, excitement, pain, pleasure, agony, delight, passion, lust, humiliation, degradation, love, and hate.
She jerked and thrust her cunt upward in an attempt to impale her pussy on the long, thin glass bottleneck. The object pushed deeper into her cunt.
"Ohhhh, my god," she moaned. Then she sighed and relaxed her cunt-muscles.
Her pussy was relaxed, but her mind raced.
As Prairie Dog pulled the bottle out of her seething cunt, she stole a quick glance and saw that the bottleneck was covered with cunt-nectar. Quickly she turned her head away and averted her eyes.
Although she had cum, she nevertheless felt ashamed -terribly ashamed and disgusted at the depraved sexual acts she had just been forced to commit.
She was also worried. Would she ever be normal after all of this decadent sexual behavior? How could she ever have a decent, loving sexual relationship with a man after having been abused and degraded by so many vile and crude people? Was it possible?
Would she ever be normal after this horrible experience? She knew that it would be virtually impossible to forget all of the lewd things that had happened to her since she ran away from her happy Iowa home and hitchhiked to California.
My god! she thought. I've been raped in a pickup truck at a drive-in movie by Pete Komisky. A brutal gang of bikers picked me up at a roadside diner and took me to the beach, where they tied me up to a tree and staked me out in a spread-eagled position.
Then they made me suck their cocks and they fucked me and even shoved a cattle prod up my cunt.
After that, she recalled with shame and embarrassment, the wicked Rosey Redgrave had taken her home and tortured her and made her lick Rosey's asshole.
And then, Rosey's boyfriend, Billy, had cruelly made her suck his cock.
Finally, when she had thought that she would escape the evil clutches of these crude people, she had been pulled out of a phone booth in the middle of a call to the one person who she trusted in the whole world -her brother, Butch. She had been taken to a filthy beach house, where she was beaten and bound and tortured. They had even reamed her tight, young pussy with a beer bottle.
Would she ever forget the horrible things that had happened to her? Would she ever escape this dreadful situation? Would she ever return to her Iowa home? And most important, would she ever be able to lead a normal life again?
A thousand thoughts ran through her mind simultaneously and she felt as though she were living a nightmare!