Chapter 7
"Damn, but you made me horny," Mr. Elliot said again, peering down at Heather. "What magic have you got, sweetie, to make me get my prick ready to fuck again so fast?"
"She's a witch," observed Mr. Larson. "Or maybe just a bitch. I can't believe she was really a virgin before this all started. I think you lied to me to make me envious of you."
"She was a goddamn, fuckable virgin, I tell you. What the hell? Does it really matter? We've got her again, right? So let's use her. Both of us at the same time."
Mr. Larson licked his lips as he looked at Heather's prone body. He couldn't believe anyone could be so damned attractive. The young girl's tits rose and fell heavily, shaking just enough to send shivers throughout her boobs. The tops were crested with cherry-bright nipples, erect and begging to be popped into his mouth.
But this was only part of the young girl's attraction for him. Idly, he stroked up and down the length of his prick. Shuddery feelings arched down into his groin and reinforced his desire to drive his prick all the way into her gooey cunt. Everything about her made his heart beat faster, his pulse come stronger.
The tits were nice, sure, but that was only part of it. She had a trim, flat belly with a deep depression in the center. He wanted to run his tongue all the way across her boobs, into the deep canyon between them and finally down to her navel. That deep depression looked big enough to fuck, but it would suffice for his tongue. The corn silk fine hair on her belly grew into curly red fur covering her pussy mound.
It wasn't that carroty colored hair, either. This was coppery and ever so much more seductive for him. The triangular patch of her cunt patch pointed directly down between her legs to her pussy lips. He licked his lips again when he saw the tiny dew drops of spit in her pubic hair.
They gleamed like tiny rainbows. And mixed in with them, he knew, had to be her own love juices. She was a hot bush and didn't try to conceal it. It was impossible to believe any chick who ate pussy like this had been a virgin. And the way she and her brother had fucked didn't show she'd been a virgin, either.
Still. . .
Evidence pointed to her naive behavior. And she hadn't been used to getting a long, hard fuck stick up the ass. Mr. Larson would swear to that. He stroked his prick a few more times remembering what it had been like to butt fuck her. Heaven. Sheer heaven, and he wanted to do it again.
"Both at the same time?" he asked, in a voice that carried his eagerness to his friend. "I like the idea. How's it work?"
"I'll fuck her up the cunt and you can have her back door again. Unless you want to switch off," Mr. Elliot said, rubbing his own prick in anticipation of fucking the nubile young girl.
"It doesn't really matter to me. After all, she's firmly tied up in those goddamned stocks. She's not going anywhere. We can do both before the night's over. But how about letting me fuck her pussy? You seemed to be the only one to get a piece of that action."
"Just me and her brother," the man said, grinning lewdly at the captive teenager. "You like me better than your brother, kid?"
"Go to hell," was all she said.
"Such language," Mr. Elliot observed. "I think we're going to have to teach her good.
"Leave her alone!" flared Mark, struggling to sit up in his stocks. They had fastened him firmly to the table leg and he was hard pressed to be able to move in this position.
"My, my, listen to big brother wanting to protect baby sister. Should we let him join in, too? Maybe she can suck him off while we're fucking her together."
"Naw, too complicated. Besides, we've got to stand her up. No way of getting his prick to her mouth. He's not that big."
"He's just better than you two are," said Heather in a quiet, yet penetrating, voice. "He's a lot better man than you'll ever be!"
"We're gonna have to show the kid how wrong she is. Up you go, sweetie," said Mr. Elliot, pulling Heather to a standing position. "Now just cooperate with us and spread those pretty legs of yours. Yeah, just like that. You could be a pro, you learn so fast."
"I know a lot of guys who'd pay big money to get the chance to fuck her. Hell, we could shave her snatch and make her look just like a little girl. She don't fuck like a little girl, but that'd be part of the thrill. We could make a fucking fortune!"
"I'd rather keep her for myself," said Mr. Elliot. "I'm greedy. And I've got all the money I need but not all the cunt I can use."
"Keep those legs spread wide," ordered Mr. Larson, running his hands along the insides of her thighs. Heather shuddered at his touch. It was as if a slimy thing were crawling toward her snatch. But she kept from shivering too much, even though she was still completely naked in the air-conditioned room. The warmth creeping into her belly from her cunt kept her constantly poised at the brink of orgasm in a way she didn't understand.
He stroked across the smooth curves of her ass and she imagined she could still feel the warmth from when he had spanked her with the paddle. The way her ass felt was so deliciously sinful that she wanted him to fuck her. The thought repelled her but she still wanted that huge, purple knobbed cock driven all the way up into her cunt.
His hands gripped down with fierce intensity as he pulled her forward toward him. She staggered a little, then gasped as he moved under her. His hands on her behind kept her from dodging to either side to avoid him. When he straightened his legs, his prick shot upward and sought her cunt like some heat-seeking missile.
"God, oh sweet Jesus God, you're too biiiig!" she groaned. She wanted to reach down and shove the man away but with her hands and head in the crude wood stocks, she couldn't do it. She had to endure the feel of the thick head of his prick driving into her pussy lips.
The blunted head poked and prodded, then wiggled its way into her cunt. She thought she might faint at the entry. He was a lot bigger than Mr. Elliot. She knew that he would rip and tear her cunt apart when he. shoved so fast and hard into her. But she was young and her cunt stretched to take him. And, in spite of herself, she felt arousal. Her excitement mounted as the big, meaty prick pulsed violently inside her twat.
The juices began to flow again and soon had lubricated his fuck stick thoroughly. This didn't make the prick any less easy for her to take. If anything, it caused the cock to swell inside her tiny cunt channel. She didn't fully understand how a man could be aroused, then fuck into her cunt, and grow even more. But Mr. Larson did just that.
"Shit, you're right, Jim! This is the tightest, hottest, clutchingest cunt I ever felt. She's gotta be a virgin like you said!"
"I'm never wrong about things like that," boasted Mr. Elliot. "Now, if you'll please take your fucking hands off her ass and let me have some, I'll join you."
The words fell on her numbed ears. She'd hardly believed they were serious about wanting to both fuck her at the same time. One up her cunt like this standing up was all right. She could handle that, after a fashion. All this fucking was still new and different to her, but she knew the limits, of her body. It wouldn't be possible for her to take another cock up her ass.
"Please," she pleaded with the men, "don't do this to me. You'll hurt me baaaaad! I ... aaaaa-ieeeeeee!"
She would have fainted if it had been possible. The pain as Mr. Elliot drove his unlubricated prick into her ass-hole kept her from passing out. And she couldn't hope to avoid that probing cock. Not with Mr. Larson fucking her cunt and the stocks holding her head and arms stationary. She could only stand there, legs spread wide, and take whatever punishment he wanted to give her.
Heather knew she would die. That was all she could do. The bulging head of his swollen prick plunged into her ass-hole and took her completely by surprise. His hands had pulled apart the doughy globes of her ass, sure, and she had thought he was only surveying her anus. She hadn't expected such a quick fucking.
He drove directly against the puckered ass-hole and didn't slow down as he surged all the way into her bowels. One second, she had a cock up her cunt and nothing else. The next two pricks rested inside her, separated by only her thin inner membrane.
The pain pulled a red curtain over her eyes. She moaned and twisted and tried to avoid the punishment being meted out to her. It wasn't possible. She was their captive, their sex slave, and she would have to do whatever they wanted.
"I didn't think it would be this good," muttered Mr. Larson. "Christ, I can feel your prick through her insides!"
"Yeah, I can feel yours, too. It's dancing around like it's got a hot foot."
"Might as well have. Shit, she's hot inside. And the way she grips down on a guy's prick is enough to make me want to shoot my wad right now. I feel like some teenaged kid getting his first piece of ass. But I can hang on for a while. She's not that good."
Heather moaned softly, wondering when she was going to die from this dual fucking. It had better be soon because she wasn't sure she could take much more pain. The way her ass-hole screamed in agony, she knew it would do her in quickly. Bending forward slightly and shoving her ass backwards relieved some of the pain but it also drove the man's prick all the way up into her bowels.
"Like it, I like it a helluva lot!" Mr. Elliot cried. "She wants me to really fuck her ass. Look at the way she's moving."
"Yeah, she's letting my prick slip out of her cunt. I don't like that one little bit."
"Let's work together on this. I'll pull out as you fuck into her pussy. Then as you're pulling out of her cunt, I'll fuck her ass but good. That should give the little girl a first rate sex education!"
"Go to it, man! I can't hold out too long in this seething pit!"
Mr. Elliot began to pull his prick from her ass. Heather hadn't really understood what the men were saying. Her head throbbed unmercifully and her temples boomed like drums, to the tempo of her pulse. All she really understood was that the pain in her ass was going away as the man pulled his prick from her ass-hole. When only the thick head of his prick remained in the circle of her anal sphincter, she sobbed out, "Thank you, oh, thank you for doing ... aieeeeeee!"
Mr. Larson straightened his legs and shot his prick all the way up into her open cunt. The lewd smucking noise as his cock surged into her empty pussy filled the air. Then he giggled a little as the thick oily love sauce trickled around the plug of his cock and dripped off the bottom of his balls. He twisted from side to side to work his prick around inside her pussy, then pulled it out slowly.
She thought she would lose her mind when he did that. The pain from her well-fucked butt continued, but the suction inside her cunt, behind the thick plug of his prick, threatened to pull her guts out with it. The huge cock was like a piston moving in a well-oiled channel. As he broke the vacuum he'd formed, there was an obscene noise. Both men laughed. And Heather felt like dying.
She had not one instant to rest, however. The battering ram of cock poised at her back door entered her again, this time without the surge of speed he'd used the first time. She felt her inner membrane being spread around but the pain wasn't as intense. She could bear this-a little. When the entire length of his prick rested in her rectum, she breathed a sigh of relief.
It wasn't as bad in her as it was going in. And she'd discovered if she bent forward slightly and shoved her ass backwards into the curve of his groin, the pain died almost entirely. She hated playing along with Mr. Elliot while he raped her ass again, but minimizing the pain was all the young teenager could think about.
Then he was pulling out. She started to straighten up and found her pussy being filled with long, throbbingly virile prick. They wouldn't leave her alone for an instant. One of them was constantly inside her body, either up her ass or up her cunt. She wanted to cry, to moan, to tell them to go fuck each other, anything!
But the words were tangled up in her throat. She couldn't mouth the threats and curses. All she could do was ride with the tides of passion in her nubile body. Even her tits seemed to conspire against her. As her heart hammered faster and faster, it filled her large tits to overflowing with agitated blood. This made her nipples spring to attention and when they rubbed against Mr. Larson's chest, she thought they would be pulled off her body.
Everything worked against her. She hurt all over and the fucking which should have stimulated her hurt-bad. Her cunt was still too freshly visited by prick. The agony of losing her cherry hadn't died out entirely yet. She was stiff and sore from being placed in the stocks. And her ass! It burned as if a million fire ants had invaded it. The butt fucking was taking its toll on her stamina. Soon, she would collapse and never be able to get up again.
But the men didn't care. They were using her as a toy to play with. She provided them nothing more than convenient receptacles to stuff their pricks. Mr. Larson's cock reamed out her cunt repeatedly. He loved the feel of the fresh, young flesh all around his cock. And Mr. Elliot's prick drove relentlessly into her well-fucked ass. The curves of her buttocks filled him with joy. He could stand there fucking her all night just to enjoy the feel of her ass rubbing against his crotch.
"Leave me alone! Stop it! Stop it!" she bellowed, tears running down her face. She wanted to wipe them away but couldn't. Her wrists were chaffed and rubbed raw against the wood stocks and the ring around her neck was actually choking her now. It was probably more psychological than anything else, but she knew she was a prisoner and totally at these evil men's mercy. No matter how she struggled, she couldn't avoid them and their driving, probing fucking cocks.
"The kid wants us to stop. I don't want to stop. Do you, Jim?"
"Jesus H. Christ! What a thing to say. The way her ass is gripping down on my cock, I don't think she wants me to leave. The way she's trying to hang onto my pecker says just about the opposite."
"Yeah," said Mr. Larson, "I've heard about that. A chick who's getting fucked will say just the opposite of what she really wants. Sounds screwy to me but that is the way it looks. Let's really fuck her good!"
"NOW!"
Heather might have passed out from the pain then. She never knew afterwards because when she next knew what was happening, both men were poling hard and fast into her cunt and ass-hole at the same time. The thick, punishing cocks threatened to really rip her apart. Her cunt walls and rectum were expanded to the maximum and still she felt filled to overflowing by their pricks.
They drove their cocks into her body at the same time and she could feel them meet and touch through her thin inner membrane. She wondered what sort of a sick thrill the men got out of this. Their cocks touching, it was a mutual stimulation.
"You filthy cocksuckers!" she cried. "Are you enjoying playing with each other's prick like that? What are you, queers?"
If the men heard, they paid no attention. Their full efforts went into the fucking. They were panting harshly, and Heather could feel their fiery breaths on her back and on her naked tits. She closed her eyes and tried to flow with the pleasure and ignore the pain they were giving her. It wasn't easy but she finally managed to do it. She seemed to achieve a sort of numbness throughout her body that allowed her to select the pleasure and exclude the pain and agony.
Tiny fingers of sensation worked her cunt over. They teased and pulled at the skin around her snatch until she was panting as hard as either of the men. Her clit begged for attention. She tried to reach down and touch that sensitive little organ, but she couldn't do it. Her hands were too firmly fastened by the stock.
Still, the way Mr. Larson's pubic hair worked against her clit was enough to give the girl a thrill. She concentrated on the way his thick, swollen prick drove into her softly yielding cunt. The pleasure mounted. The cock burned its way down the entire length of her cunt, making the walls quiver with the friction of the fucking. She came.
And she came again when she felt the way Mr. Elliot's prick drove into her ass-hole. She never had thought of her ass as an erogenous zone, but it was. And he was proving it to her. The hurt had just about gone, leaving only the thrill of having his mighty prick shoved up her behind. All her nerves sang the same tune now. And she came again. And again and again like a human machine gun going off.
Her shuddering body took its toll on the men's pricks. Her cunt clamped down firmly on the cock fucking it. When she felt the thick goo of the man's jism searing her cunt walls, she came one more time. As she was coasting down from her sexual high, she felt her ass being filled with burning hot jizz from Mr. Elliot's exploding cock. This wasn't enough to get her off again, but it still gave her a joyous shock that rattled her teeth.
When both men's pricks fell from her body, she collapsed between them, exhausted. She didn't think she would ever be able to fuck again. Her cunt ached. Her ass-hole was sore. Her tits felt neglected. And her head ached unmercifully. Never had the young girl felt so miserable.
"Some fuck," said Mr. Elliot.
"Yeah. I just wish I could do it some more," said Mr. Larson.
"We can always watch..."
Heather cried openly. They weren't going to let her alone. Ever.