Chapter 6
Hanging there, naked, her jutting rump and shoulderblades perhaps eighteen inches off the floor of the van, her manacled wrists and ankles fastened by chains to the four corners of the ceiling, Joss almost missed having Greg brutally raping her asshole. The impalement of her virgin butt by the boy's cock had been hideous torment-but at least it was known.
Now, spreadeagled and suspended nude in a van parked on the edge of town, she had no idea what her captors had in store for her. That meant her imagination was given free rein to strive to see what agony they would inflict on her. Compared to the tortures that she suffered in her mind, the butt-fucking had been sheer ecstasy!
She could scarcely believe it had been a day and a night since she'd run away from home. Almost twenty-four hours since she'd been picked up-kidnapped-by Greg and Phil. It seemed like an eternity to the wretched prisoner. And that was what her tortured seagreen eyes saw stretching into the future as well: eternity in chains.
She'd long since lost count of the times her eyes filled with tears. Now they did so again.
After Greg had finished pumping the last of his hot come up her asshole he'd quickly pulled his deflating prick free of her ass's jism-slick embrace. She barely felt the cock finally sliding out of her poopchute; the first six inches of her rectum were a steady throb of pain. She felt come drooling sloppily from her asshole, and the sensation made her feel unclean all over. As the pain in her butt subsided she grew slowly aware that it felt as if her pinioned arms were being torn from their sockets.
They'd taken care of that, at least. With his rank, come-covered cock dangling between his thighs, Greg had unfastened the chain from the overhead supports. Joss slumped gratefully to the carpet and let the gentle rocking of the van lull her into semi-consciousness. Her wrists were still tied, but at least she wasn't still strung up like a side of beef.
Her respite was not allowed to last long. Rough hands had grabbed her under the armpits, hauled her forward to drape her unceremoniously over the throbbing engine housing. Other hands took her head, turned it to face the driver-and inserted a brand-new, stiff cock into her loose lips!
She gasped, but it was already too late. Phil had the tip of his cock in her mouth. He wasn't about to let her spit it out!
He had driven one-handed with incredible expertise while holding her head with the other hand cupped behind, forcing her face down the length of his prick. And what a cock it was! The girl's eyes had snapped open when she felt the rubbery cockhead slide pass her lips, and they got wider still as she got a good look at the cock Phil wanted her to swallow.
It was long and skinny and pale, nothing like the thick and meaty clubs of cock her brother and father possessed. But it was a good ten inches long!
He made her take it in. Every last inch of it.
She'd moaned and cried and struggled and gagged, and all to no avail. Even sucking joyfully on her beloved brother's prick, then being forced to consume her father's cock till it blew off a load of come down her throat hadn't prepared her for this feat of sword-swallowing! But all her squirmings helped her not one bit.
Except, perhaps, in one way. Her squirming excited Phil so that the blond-haired youth came off sooner than he might have. Joss's eyes were still glassy from having the tip of the prick rammed halfway to her stomach when the prick quivered and she felt the rush of come filling her throat, washing into her mouth in an acrid flood. Then the come had got into her nasal passages and she'd choked, with jism running out of her nose as well as from her cock-stuffed mouth.
That had sent Phil crazy.
"Y'know, man," he'd said, when at last his lust and come were spent in the captive's mouth, "we got us a real prize here. I think our little plan's gonna work."
Gr iad laughed hoarsely. Joss felt his eyes burning into her. She huddled herself a little tighter around her misery as she lay naked on the floor, feeling come congeal in her asshole and ooze from her lips. "Of course it's going to work," Greg said. "My ideas always work. This little chickie's going to make us a bunch of money!"
They'd both laughed uproariously at that. At the time she'd been too fogged with pain and bewilderment and humiliation to really think about what it meant. Now she had plenty of time, and her mind was clear.
She didn't like it any way she thought about it. There was a sound of an engine racing and loose dirt and gravel thrown up by spinning wheels. Instinctively she looked out the back windows. She saw nothing but the dull badlands of volcanic rock that fringed the city to the west, under a leaden low-hanging sky. The day was dismal as her prospects for the future.
From outside the van came voices. They were masculine voices, and sounded cheerful. Joss knew they were discussing her. Her heart sank.
There was a crunch of footsteps on gravel, and then the back door handle turned. The door swung open. A draft of cool air washed over the naked, exposed lips of Joss's pussy. She shivered, and goosebumps appeared all over her helpless nude body.
"Holy shit," a voice said. "That's-"
"That's just the big-titted teenybopper you've had the hots for all year, Frank," she heard Phil say. "All spread out hot and just waiting for your big old cock!"
A skinny redheaded boy stood in the doorway. Joss's spirits fell even further. She recognized him, all right. It was Frank Dupree. He'd been following her around since the beginning of school, with his tongue hanging out and a bulge in his pants. She thought he was a creep. And now she was completely at his mercy!
The boy blushed. "G-gee, guys," he stammered, "I just don't know...."
"Sure you do," Greg said. He climbed into the van, ducked under the chain that attached Joss's shapely left leg to the roof struts, gave the lovely captive a wolfish smile. "Just twenty dollars and all your dreams come true. You can do anything you want to the bitch, long as it doesn't leave any permanent marks."
"Doesn't she have a brother or something?"
Phil looked at his friend. The black-haired youth shrugged. "Who the hell knows? And how's he going to find out, anyway? Her ass belongs to us now, man. But you can rent it."
Frank stared at the pair. As if drawn by a magnet, his eyes went to the girl's naked body, hanging there a foot and a half off the floor. His gaze caressed her tapered thighs, and she could practically feel its heat upon the slightly parted pink lips of her cunt in their nest of rumpled chestnut pussy fur. His eyes lingered on that lovely snatch, bared utterly by the girl's spread-out legs, then moved up across the low dome of her belly and found the twin mounds of her tits. The cold air washing over her boobs made her nipples stand up straight and hard as if she were so horny she could scarcely stand it. She saw the way his watery blue eyes widened as they feasted on her plentiful jugs.
"All this could be yours, Frank," Greg said.
"Hot shit," the redhead breathed, "I'll do it!" He dug in his pants and fished out his billfold with shaking hands. Greg turned away from Joss as he paid his money to Phil. "Here," said the black-haired youth.' 'Why don't you try this a little first? I'll bet you've never used anything like this before."
Joss flickered her eyes at him. She couldn't stifle a small squeal of horror. It was the nylon rope he'd beaten her with yesterday, but now it was knotted every several inches of its length. It was painfully clear what the black-haired youth was suggesting.
Frank hesitated. For a hopeful second she thought he would refuse. Then he clambered into the vehicle and ducked under the chain, reaching out for the piece of blue-white rope. "Oh, no!" Joss whimpered.
He turned with it in his hands. There was a new light in his eyes, an unholy light that made the prisoner's blood run cold. His eyes traveled over her luscious nakedness again, and now she knew he was measuring her tender flesh for the best place to strike!
His arm rose. "Nooo!" Joss wailed. Then she shrieked as the rope slashed down across the peaks of her naked tits.
The knots tore at her vulnerable titflesh like claws. Her nipples seemed to explode with pain.
Her tanned young body arched upwards and backwards like a bow.
The skinny boy watched in fascination as his captive bounced and writhed in her chains. It was a fantastic turn-on to see her like this. Just the sight of voluptuous Joss Brown stark staring nude would have given him the hard-on of his life-he'd never seen such a perfectly shaped body, and her jugs were like ripe cantaloupes. But the way she was hung from the ceiling, completely helpless, completely at his mercy-that was so erotic he could barely see straight.
He licked his lips. He gazed hungrily at the prisoner's shrinking flesh. Her jugs were pale against the tan of her shoulders and belly, and across the white skin an angry red line was appearing. It crawled up one slope of firm boob, crossed one nipple, leapt the crack between Joss's boobs to the other nipple, and down the far side of her other tit. He shook his head.
It was like being in the middle of one of his most private wet dreams!
"Where did you get those chains?" he asked Greg, who was standing nearby. Greg's interest in the proceedings were obvious from the bulge in the crotch of his brown cords. "They look like something from some medieval torture chambers."
Greg gave a laugh like a barking wolf. "Made
'em in shop, Phil and I did," he said. "Old Mr. Finlay never could figure out what we wanted them for." He stretched out a finger to caress Joss's bare belly. The touch sent shivers down her spine. "He ever had, it would've given him a heart attack for sure."
Joss felt pain throbbing in her jugs. She bit her lip against the cry that tried to escape. Wouldn't it ever stop hurting? And the worst thing was, she knew that Frank had only just begun to beat her!
Again the nylon cord sang its whip-song. The knotted rope bit at the tender undersides of Joss tits in an oblique, slashing stroke. "Yeeeaaaiii!" she screamed. Her body shot high in the air, fell back with a rattle of chains that almost wrenched her arms from their sockets.
"Ohhh," she moaned, tears running down her cheeks into her ears. "Stop it-please, don't whip me any more. God, my poor tits-"
She never got a chance to finish. Eyes wild, spittle running down his chin, Frank struck at her bared boobs again. And again.
And yet again!
It was an eternity filled with blazing pain for the beautiful young captive. She jerked and struggled and fought against the manacles until every muscle in her body cried out in protest. And it did no good. The blows came like summer hail, fast, slashing, merciless. She felt the welts cross and recross her once-snowy jugs as though they were being drawn with a hot iron. To make things worse, the stimulus of pain had made her nipples hard as rock-and exquisitely sensitive to the terrible kiss of the rope!
She screamed herself hoarse. Her wrists and ankles were cruelly chafed by the crude steel fetters that held them. Still the unrelenting assault of nylon on titflesh continued, while Phil and Greg watched with undisguised lust in their eyes.
"He's really getting into it," Phil commented to his friend as the redheaded youth lashed at Joss's right jug. The end of the rope smacked her in the cheek, leaving a bright pink mark. Caught up as she was in the agony of her whipped boobs she scarcely noticed.
"Yeah, I didn't think old Frank had it in him." The two watched their friend as his arm rose and fell like a piston. His freckled face was shiny with sweat and his hair hung lankly in his eyes, but he kept flagellating Joss's breasts with unflagging energy.
Finally Phil began to shift uneasily from foot to foot. "I'm glad Frank's getting his money's worth," he said, "but, maybe we should kind of ask him to cool it, you know? We want to have something left to peddle later on."
Greg looked on as the rope came down in a gleaming arc and collided with the very tip of one jug. It made a sound like a gunshot. The knotted cord sank deeply into the tender flesh of Joss's tit, and once again the girl shrieked like a damned soul.
Greg was so horny he could barely stand it. It was as if it was his arm dealing those vicious strokes to those fantastic tits. As though his arm was feeling the rope bite into Joss's boobs.
He let out a heavy sigh. Money was money. Frank had only paid them twenty dollars-not enough to let him mess up the merchandise. Joss's tits were the color of cooked salmon now, a glaring hot pink. No real harm had been done to the lovely adolescent, he could tell, but he wasn't sure how much longer that would hold true. He stepped forward and put his hand on Frank's whip-arm as it came up again.
"Hey, haven't you had enough of that? There's other things in the world, man."
Frank stared at him wildly. For a moment it seemed almost as if he was about to take a swing at Greg with the rope. Then he saw the way the burly black-haired youth had tensed like a coiling spring for a devastating retaliation. He relaxed, lowered the rope.
"Hell, I guess so." As the torture-lust ebbed out of him he sounded almost sheepish. "But I was really getting into it."
"Yeah." Greg nodded. He looked down at Joss. The girl was still wriggling in her constraints as if the whipping had never stopped. Her sobs reminded him of the sound of a running stream. "But hell, I bet you're pretty horny. What say you-" the words trailed off as his eyes slid to Joss's big boobs. Even reddened and slightly puffy from the impact of the rope they were an incredibly delectable sight. "-what say you just take a stab at fucking those nice juicy jugs? Bet you've never done that before either."
Frank's eager nod confirmed it. Quick as a flash he had his pants off. His cock stood up out of the fiery hair in his crotch like a firepole. Greg felt a twinge of jealousy at the sight of Frank's stiff cock-it was at least an inch longer than his own. But at least it wasn't a firehose like what Phil had had the bitch chew on yesterday!
Frank kicked his jeans into a corner of the van. Then he swung a skinny leg over Joss's belly. He could bend his knees slightly and feel his butt on her satiny flesh.
She opened her eyes, gave him a supplicating look through a curtain of tears. She saw the cock jutting up over her tits like the bowsprit of a ship. She still didn't quite understand what he was planning to do.
He hunched himself forward. The cock tip bobbed up and down. Joss found herself fixing her vision on the hot-looking purple-red head of the prick. It made her cross-eyed.
She watched as a hand wrapped itself around the throbbing prick. The hand forced the cock down into the lowlands between her boobs. She bit her lip.
The stiff cock was hot and hard against her breastbone. She could feel the manic pulse of the redheaded youth's heart pounding in the veins that twined around the cock. Then another hand reached down to scoop up her heavy left jug, and she screamed in fresh agony.
With her abused tits glowing from the whipping they'd received, a simple touch would have been painful. But exertion and lust had made Frank's palms sweat. And the salty perspiration that covered his palm stung her tit like lye!
"Ahhhh," she moaned. "What are you doing?"
She felt the cock pulsating against the tender inside of her tit. Pinning the prick in place with his right thumb, Frank let go with his left hand and used it to lift the captive's other jug. Joss gave a sharp gasp at the touch. He pressed the tits together, trapping his prick between the pillowy cushions of Joss's whipped jugs!
Joss took in a shaky breath over clenched teeth. She was fighting back another scream at the pain in her boobs. Her chin was pressed flat on her breastbone. She could see the head of Frank's long cock like a purplish red balloon, protruding from between her rope-welted tits. And as she watched the cockhead began sliding right toward her face!
Frank moaned with delight. The skin of his captive's tits was soft and smooth as silk. It caressed his painfully-inflated prick with a touch that sent shivers of ecstasy up his back. The boobs were pliant in his hands, and he molded them like rubber around his cock as he pushed it forward.
Barely in time Joss turned her head aside. If she'd stayed where she was the swollen purple tip of her tormentor's cock would have gone right into her open mouth. As it was it poked her in the cheek. "Uhhh," Frank said. "Damn, that feels good!"
It didn't to Joss. His grip on her boobs was uncomfortably tight, even without the rawness of her nerves. It seemed to her she could feel each and every welt the knotted rope had left on her tender titflesh, sizzling with a painful life of its own.
The cock began to retreat. She stared, fascinated, as the head of the prick disappeared between the globes of her jugs. The nipples were still hard and stood up hard as marbles from the crests of her boobs. They still tingled with the memory of the rope-and with a sensation she couldn't place. The dry friction of the cock between her boobs was making her feel very strange.
Frank's body was quivering with excitement. This was totally new to him. First he'd gotten to indulge his secret, age-old fantasies of whipping a squirming, naked, beautiful young captive. And now he was fucking that captive's tits. It was vastly different from fucking a cunt. For one thing, the passageway between Joss's jugs was dry, but soft and smooth, with no coating of succulent and slippery pussy oils to reduce the friction on his prick. For another, he could change the snugness and the very shape of the tunnel he was fucking his cock into, to give his stiff hard prick a treatment the like of which it had never known!
He pulled his skinny hips back until only the cockhead was trapped in the enfolding warmth of Joss's tits. Then he slammed his pelvis forward with all his strength, as if he were burying his cock balls-deep in a willing cunt. "YAAAH!" Joss howled.
The cock speared her in the lower lip. She jerked her head to one side. Her tits were afire! She cried out again as the cock fucked back between her jugs.
Once more the cockhead shot forward. The prick was rasping the delicate skin on the insides of her tits. It was rough and crude and painful-but that wasn't all. Slowly, wonderingly, Joss began to identify the strange feeling that had come over her.
She was getting turned on!
Perhaps her jugs were naturally receptive to being fucked, or maybe the searing lash of the rope had sensitized her titflesh. Whatever the cause, the back-and-forth stroking of the cock between her big boobs was making her body-crawl with delighted sensations and her pussy swim with hot juices. Her tormentors noticed it the same time she did. "Hey, smell that, won't you Phil?" Greg asked with a grin. "Little bitch is getting turned on. She's juicing her jeans to beat the band!"
Phil gave his friend a lopsided grin. He turned his eyes back to watch with lustful absorption as clear cunt sauces began to drip from the girl's wide-open twat.
It seemed to Frank that he could feel the naked teenager getting turned on beneath him. Her body swung loosely in chains beneath him, held in place only by his thighs clamped around her sides. But there seemed to be an erotic electricity tingling from her tits as they swallowed up his rampant prick. And the way she was tossing her head and moaning showed that pain wasn't all she was feeling now.
He began to knead her tits like mounds of pliant dough. He rolled the resilient mountains of jug against one another, savoring the way their soft round shapes molded each other. The sensations in his cock were simply indescribable.
A low sobbing sound was coming from Joss's mouth. Her mind spun in confusion. Her tits still hurt with a pain she found hard to bear. But at the same time an equally unbearable pleasure was filling her jugs, her bound, nude body, as the boy's long prick fucked eagerly back and forth between her tits. Frank's hands were crushing her boobs, but the pain and pleasure his touch caused her made her writhe with an almost religious ecstasy. She'd never felt like this before!
She felt her body nearing orgasm. She could barely believe it. Here she'd been kidnapped, abused, fucked up the ass, sold like a side of beef, hung up in the air and whipped until her tits felt like raw meat-and she was so horny she could barely stand it!
She would wonder in horror at what she had become. But that would come later. Now there was no room in her body, mind, or soul for anything but the wicked, wanton, abandoned pleasure of having her tits fucked!
Back and forth pistoned the cock. The sliding touch thrilled Joss's boobs. She could feel the pulse hammering ever faster in Frank's prick. She could feel the tension build in the hard bar of cockmeat as it surged between her jugs. She opened her mouth as it shot forward. Her tonguetip teased the head of Frank's cock for a second before it withdrew, leaving the meaty taste of prick in her mouth. "Oh, wow," the boy breathed. "Just get ready, baby. I'm about to come all over these big beautiful jugs!"
Joss rolled her hips in delight. It felt strange to have nothing but air beneath her pert ass. In the frenzy of her lust she no longer noticed the ache in her joints from being hung from the roof of the van.
"Yes," she cried, her voice bubbling over with her own mad desire. "YESSSS!" She wished her hands were free so she could crush her boobs around that hot throbbing ramrod of cock that was fucking them.
The blood rushed to Frank's face. He opened his mouth to say something. His cock fucked back between those scrumptious tits.
He came.
A fountain of white come shot from the darkness between Joss's tits and splashed on her chin. She yelped with excitement as she felt the hot wetness of jism. She felt his cock expand with another charge of sperm.
This time she was ready. The cockhead spat come as it surged into view between her boobs. Joss's mouth was open and waiting. The hot stream of come shot straight in. Jism spattered the inside of her mouth, her tongue, ran down her chin.
Frank's cock followed it, right into Joss's mouth. She wrapped her lips ecstatically around the cockhead and sucked. A fresh surge of jism filled her mouth. The flavor was rank and heady and delicious. "Mmmmmmhhhh!" she moaned, and then she came too.
Frank let out a hoarse yell and ripped his prick from Joss's mouth. The cock sprayed jism all over her chest, then went back between her boobs, leaving a slimy trail of come as it went. Joss's cunt twisted itself around emptiness and bright colors exploded in her brain.
How many more times Frank's cock came back to spew come into her mouth she never knew. It felt like a hundred. The store of come in his balls seemed to be endless. He came in her mouth till come overflowed and ran down her chin. The crease between her delicious boobs was dripping with thick white sperm. The slippery feel of come-smeared cock fucking her tits made Joss come even harder!
Finally Frank's prick jerked and fired a last few drops of sperm onto Joss's upper lip. She writhed between his thighs and her tongue snaked out to lick up the tasty jism. "Ahhhhnnnh!" she groaned.
The prick began to go limp between her boobs. Frank relaxed his deathgrip on the juicy tits. Joss bucked her hips upwards, three times hard and fast, as a last violent spasm of climax hit her. Then her muscles began to relax.
The pain returned slowly to her tits. With it came the realization of what had been done to her. And I enjoyed it! she thought with a sudden coldness in her veins. I-I actually came!
Frank shook himself and swung off her like a man dismounting from a horse. His prick slid across a boob and drooled come on the nipple.
Jocelyn began to cry.