Chapter 4
It was really a crazy feeling. Sitting in the coffee shop of the hotel, listening to my Aunt Ariel blabber and not hearing one single word. If only she could understand what had happened to me. But all she was interested in was talking me into spending a few days with her at her house. The last thing in the world I wanted to do now.
"I just don't want to, Ariel," I tried explaining. "I appreciate your hospitality and all, but I'm having a good time here."
"Your father hinted he wanted me to kind of look after you." She sipped her tea and made a face. "So I guess I feel kind of obligated."
"Don't feel obligated. I'm a big girl now." I was talking to Ariel but thinking about what had happened to me the night before. That voice I'd heard. So familiar-sounding. And when I'd asked for Scott, the house detective, the man at the desk told me he'd quit that very morning.
"Look, honey, Roger and I would love to cook up some steaks this evening. Are you sure you won't reconsider?"
"I don't want you to think I'm dumb..." I shrugged.
"Well, I guess I can understand. A pretty girl like you doesn't want to get cooped up with an old married couple. Not with all these boys looking at you. She winked. "The boys used to look at me, too, you know."
Ariel and I said good-bye in the lobby and I went back to the desk.
"Are you sure Scott Morely quit his job?" The deskman assured me he had "And you don't have an address for him?"
"No, ma'am. Scott was-" The man tilted his head, smiled- "kind of a rolling stone, if you know what I mean."
"Thank you." I started to turn away. "Oh... you don't happen to know someone named Chris, do you? About so tall. Blond hair almost to his shoulders. He was at a party here tonight."
"No, ma'am, I'm sorry. He doesn't sound like a guest here." The man raised his finger. "Oh, that reminds me, you have a card here. From your father, I believe." I got it from my box and read it. Daddy hoped I was enjoying myself and said he'd been delayed for a few days longer than first planned. He wouldn't be back for a whole week. I went back up to my room.
I'd looked at those three funny dents in the rug before, but this time I got down on my hands and knees. Three dents. Like a tripod had rested there. A tripod with something heavy on it. I went to the bathroom and brushed my hair. There was a red place on my neck where Chris had gotten a little carried away with one of his kisses. Just the look of it made my cunt get feverish. I picked up the knotted rubber from the sink. There was some of my blood smeared on the outside of it and inside the milky curds swished around as I rolled it in my palm. A little souvenir? Wham, barn, thank you, ma'am. No, he hadn't even said thank you. A sob threatened, but I bit my lip and held the jizz-filled rubber over the toilet. Somehow I just couldn't let it drop. Then I really did sob and I clutched the rubber to my lips.
"Damn him. It just isn't fair!" I hid the full rubber in my bag and picked up the phone. "Would you call me a cab, please? Miss Durant, room four-twenty. Thank you." I was just eighteen but that didn't keep me from making a fool of myself. I was going to have a look around the docks. There was an empty place inside me, and only Chris could do something about it.
"Yeah, lady, down there." The old salt waved his pipe. "The crummiest boat.., you can't miss it."
Chris was on the deck winding a coil of rope when I came up. I went quietly up the gangplank. He was even tanner-looking than I remembered. I could smell him now. Nice smell. Maybe some of my smell on him. I coughed.
"Hey, what are you doing here?"
"I . . . I . . . wanted to talk. About last night."
"Look.." He glanced around, then took my arm. "Okay, come on aboard. But you can't stay long."
I followed him down into the wood-paneled hallway that led to the rooms below deck. It was an old boat alright, but it had been a fancy one. Chris pointed to an unmade bunk and I sat and folded my hands on my knees. I had on my brightest bandana halter and a pair of faded jeans that even outdid his.
"Last night... I don't know why I let go like that... I hope you don't think.'"
Chris wasn't looking at me. He got a beer from the small icebox and offered it to me. I shook my head. He opened it and drained half of it real fast.
"I know I was stoned," I went on, "but I'm positive someone else was in that room with us. You acted so strange when I didn't you hear?"
He ran his fingers through his hair and drank more beer. "I've got a lot of things to do. I'm taking this old tub out of here tonight."
"You're leaving? I thought maybe. . ."
"Yeah. Need a change." He still wasn't looking at me. "I think you'd better run along." He bent the beer can double and tossed it in a sackful of others. I was starting to get mad now.
"Okay. Fine. You left me that little souvenir. I guess it doesn't mean anything to you that that was the most exciting night of my whole life." My voice cracked. I got up and started past him.
"Listen, Robyn," he said, grabbing my ann. "You don't know the whole story."
"I sure don't. And I'm not sure I want to, either." Footsteps sounded on the steps. Scott Morely looked surprised to see me as I was to see him. He had a folded tripod in one hand and a heavy-looking camera in the other. I stepped back, bumped my head on the wall.
"Oh, shit," he said. "Grab her!"
Chris grabbed me, both arms around my waist. I felt the warmth of his chest against my back. I didn't know what was going on. The two of them wrestled me around some and then Chris was wrapping something around my wrists. It felt like nylon rope. I kicked and screamed and kept begging them to tell me what was happening, but Scott had a grim look on his face and Chris avoided my eyes. Then Chris shoved me into another room, a small sleeping compartment towards the front of the boat. The door slammed shut as I stumbled against the bed. There was talking outside. I shoved my ear against the wood panel but couldn't get it all. Something about my father. Something about the pictures they had. My face reddened. Pictures of me! Things were starting to make me nervous...
I heard someone leaving, climbing the stops to the deck. Then my door burst open and I petrified to see Scott standing there, a piece of heavy rough rope in his hands.
"Why are you holding me?" I yelled at him.
"You'd best keep your smart mouth shut," he said, coming towards me. "I think I'll pick up on a little of what you gave Chris last night."
"I didn't give it to him! I was...drugged on something. I
"You sucked his cock, remember? You fucked him, too."
"Stay away!"
I couldn't move very fast with my wrists, bound. Scott tore my halter off with one quick jerk and then started undoing my cut-offs.
"Shut up, baby... and you won't get hurt."
He stripped me down to my panties. They were so skimpy and thin that I felt naked anyway. The rope was rough as he wound it around my legs and up my body. I didn't see why he was going to so much trouble. I couldn't get away with my wrists bound. He wrapped me in the strong strands all the way to my shoulders and then lowered me to the bed. I jerked and the rope cut my skin. I felt like a mummy. And now Scott was standing by the bed undoing his belt.
"Nooo! What are you going to do?"
The bastard wouldn't speak. He just had an awful smile on his face. When his pants dropped, his cock swung up dark and heavy. The foreskin was only partly pulled back and I could see the smooth, glistening membrane beneath it. I shuddered to think that he wanted me to take that thing in my mouth. I shook my head hard as he straddled my shoulders and shoved the damp underside of his cock against my chin and lips.
"Suck, you bitch!"
"Nooo! Ohhh, God..." He jerked the foreskin back to expose the slick head of his cock. Its juices wet my lips, smeared my cheeks as he tried to force his prick between my teeth. He leaned over me, a hand on the bed to support himself as he kept attempting to fuck his prick into my mouth. But I kept throwing my head to the side.
"If you want to play games, I've got some you wouldn't believe," Scott grumbled. He untied the rope and cut the cord that bound my wrists. I sat there on the bed rubbing the circulation back in and watching the door. I was tempted to make a break for it. But Scott was big. And he wasn't half so nice as Chris. I felt like crying when I thought of Chris being mixed up with a... crook. I still wasn't sure what they meant to do with me.
Scott looped the rope over a beam across the ceiling of the room. Then he made me put my wrists up and he tied them so that I could stand flat-footed on the floor. But then he stretched my ankles wide apart and tied them that way, one to a bed leg, the other to a hook in the wall. I whimpered and thrust my willowy body around. My bare tits jiggled on my chest and the tiny silken underwear I had on worked up between the crack of my ass.
"I hate you." I said, voice shaking.
"What about that time on the beach? You liked that."
"I didn't! You forced me!" I shivered all over.
"It was nice eatin' stuff," he growled. "And before I'm through, I'm going to have more than that."
Scott pushed his naked body up against my back. His fingers worked up the insides of my thighs. I strained against the ropes and they squeaked on the wood beam but there was no getting away. My skin stung where the rough hemp cut. And I couldn't seem to shut off that part of me that was so sensitive to a man's fingers. My cunt was starting to grow very damp. When I writhed around, the folds smacked with my heated cunt butter. Scott took a deep breath and started kissing down my back. I knew he could smell my cunt. I could smell it, too. The perfumey musk that always radiated when I was getting hot.
"Don't . . . please don't do this. You've got me here. Isn't that enough?"
"Not for me." He worked, a finger underneath the elastic of my panty leg. "I want to get inside that little quim of yours. I want to root in there until I cream you full.."
I snapped my hips forward, but Scott pressed the finger up against my cunt-mound. I hated what he was doing, but my body didn't seem to pick up the message. I felt the outer cunt-lips give. They were swollen out against the silken crotch piece already. They gave again and Scott's finger sank into the steamy, slick folds of my snatch with a slurp.
"Nhhuuuuu!"
"Feel good?"
"N-N-Nooo! Stop! Ohhhhh!"
"How about this?" He pinched my clit roughly.
My head flopped and my butt made wild circles. Then I felt his thumb. He had hooked my panty crotch completely out of the way and worked his thumb into the torn hollow where my cherry had been before Chris had taken it. With a sudden upward shove. Scott fucked me with his thumb and a finger. My cunt muscles closed down around his touch and I felt more hot juice seeping to the furred edges of my pussy.
"Ahhh . . . hot.. you're really hot in there. I guess because you re so damned young."
"I . . . don't . . . want. . Uhhnnnnn!"
"What don't you want, baby?" Scott laughed, working the thumb around in circles. The sucking sound of my pussy petals clasping and brushing against him made me weak. I tried to pull my body upwards by my bound wrists. It hurt and I lowered my body down over his hand again.
"What do you want from me?" I managed to get out. "Why are you keeping me here?"
"You'll know soon enough. It isn't any big secret."
Scott closed his teeth down on the nape of my neck and continued to fuck in and out of my pussy with his fingers. I went limp with passion. I hated him, but I couldn't escape the shivering thrills that jolted through my belly and thighs. I moaned for mercy. Scott didn't know what mercy was.
"If Chris knew... what you're doing..."
"Chris wouldn't do a thing." Scott forced my head and leaned over my shoulder to get teeth into my lips. I panted into his mouth, helpless to resist: "I bought Chris. So don't get any ideas about that."
I heard Scott snap, out a knife blade. My heart stopped. I knew he was crazy. I just didn't know how crazy.
"You'd better hold still if you don't want me to cut you," he warned. The pressure against my thigh was cold and hard-the back of the blade. He was sliding it under my panty crotch. Then he gave a sharp downward jerk and the silk parted. It stuck to my thigh for a second since it was soaked with my cunt juice. Scott lifted the back of my panties up and I felt something like Vaseline being smeared between the crack of my ass.
"Nooo ... not that again! You're an animal!"
"Yep!" He rubbed the thick, greasy stuff deeper, working it thoroughly around the dry knot of my asshole. Then he shoved suddenly with his middle finger and my bung was forced open. I choked on a scream as I felt him poke up into my guts as far as he could reach. My firm butt quivered like a rabbit on a stake!
"Yuuuhhhhhh!" The memory of Barry fucking my asshole came rushing back.
"Oh, so you like that do you? Something in your hot little ass!"
"Noooo! Ohhhh, pull it out. Please pull it out!"
He was feeling all around inside me! How could he do such a thing? It was so . . . twisted. Wasn't it? But no more twisted than what I'd almost done to Chris the night before, I vowed then and there never to have a man's cock in my mouth . . . ever! I'd stopped Scott from doing that this time. I couldn't help what he was doing now. My nipples stood out rigid and hot from my tits. I wished my body wouldn't run away with itself like it did. I was panting noisily, much as I hated that finger in my asshole. Scott urged it slowly in and out. The Vaseline crackled. . . a sexy sound even though I didn't want to admit it.
"Now you're warming up, sweetheart."
"Ohhh, you're the most awful person I've ever met."
"Wait'll I get my cock up your ass. Then we'll see how you talk."
"Ohhh, don't do that! I'm begging you."
Scott pulled his finger out of my guts so slowly that my asshole spasmed for a few seconds after he was gone. He wiped his hand off something. Then I felt him rubbing something on his prick. I jerked around, trying to close my legs, trying to ease the hanging weight on my hands. But Scott eased up behind me and I felt the flared barb of his exposed tip. He shoved it forcefully against my closed asshole. My guts bucked and I pinched my butt-cheeks tight against him. That was when I heard the click of a switch. A muted buzz filled the room. When I looked down, Scott had put his arms around my waist. He was holding something against my navel. Something shaped like a smooth, ivory bullet. The shivering tingle it gave to me was unbelievable! He was going to use a vibrator on me!
"You're really sick! Did you know that?"
"You won't be talking like that in a few minutes He smeared the oily tip of the plastic cock down my belly. He'd put oil on it or something. And the tickling sensations were like nothing I'd ever felt. I'd heard about vibrators. But like sucking and screwing in the ass, I'd always thought they were mostly fantasy.
The smooth point of the thing touched the beginning of my slit. Though he wasn't close to my clit yet, the rapidly vibrating bullet sent tingles of pleasure through my flesh. My clit bulged suddenly with blood and rose from its hood. I could feel it sliding out on its own juice, poking down between my outer labes like a tiny cock. And Scott rubbed his chest against my back then, cinched his arms tighter around my middle as he guided the terrible little device into my drenched gash. I trembled convulsively as my clit was turned into a fevered knot of madness. My toes splayed apart on the floor. Honey dripped from the swollen edges of my pussy. And again Scott tried to force his cock into my asshole from behind!
"You're so small . . . nice to grab ahold of."
"Don't . . . don't do this!"
"I like your hair, too."
Scott mouthed my long hair, kissed behind my ear. I twisted my head weakly away but he persisted, biting my neck, eating at the back of my jaw. And this time when he lunged, he caught me off guard. The vibrator had nursed me into a state of excitement that made my muscles give. His cock-tip gouged open the greased mess of my bung and I felt the flared ridge thump inside. Another lunge brought my feet up from the floor and made the ankle ropes tighten. I felt my shivering ass-cheeks slipping down over his prick-shaft. And at the same instant, he rammed the vibrator into my pussy!
"GHAAAAA!"
"Easy, baby . . you'll break a rope."
He laughed and shoved the dildo again. The smooth end wet against the end of my cunt and I jerked and squirmed. Scott grunted as he jabbed his hips up and in, up and in. . over and over until his balls pressed against the plump undersides of my butt. I'd thought ass-fucking was bad. But now both my holes were full!
I felt about to faint. My breath came in ragged gasps and every move was excruciating. Every touch set off new fevers that raged with the other tickles and swamped my senses until I could only groan and babble.
"You've got the tightest little pussy I ever felt," Scott said. testing my hole deeper yet with the plastic cock. "You're gripping this thing so hard I can hardly get it out."
"Nnnnnuu! Ohhhhh . . . I . . feel so . . . strange!"
"Yeah, I guess you do. With both holes filled." He pulled my hair with his free hand, forced my head back on his shoulder. Then he turned my mouth and rammed his tongue deep between my teeth. I couldn't get away. He had his fingers twisted in my locks as he sucked and bit my lips.
"You just needed breaking in," he said when he'd eaten enough of my spit. His hips rammed me steadily, the knob of his cock poking my hot guts until I thought I'd scream! "You ever try this with one of your high-school boy friends?"
The ropes squeaked on the beam again as he changed his position slightly. My pussy ran juice as if it had been broken apart. The sound of the vibrator was muted when he pushed it up hard against the end of my cunt. And the fluttery things it did to me there made my eyes roll wildly in my head. I cooed with pleasure, much as I hated the beast who was giving it to me. It was beyond my understanding, but then I wasn't thinking very straight at all. If I came, I knew it would be another victory for him. I bit my lip until I tasted blood. I tried to think of anything but sex. But the fat slide of his cock inside my asshole and the steady fucking movements of the vibrator weakened me. Slowly I started to work my hips in circles.
Scott laughed and took the vibrator from my pussy. When it came free from my tiny inner cunt folds, they sucked at it noisily. And then he jerked his cock from my ass, too! The jerking of my muscles now that they were empty of anything made my belly cramp.
"Beg for it," he said, rubbing the tip of the vibrator up and down my thigh, smearing my skin with cunt butter. His cock rested greasily against one cheek of my ass. I fought to keep still. But my hips were plunging around, moving more frantically with every passing second.
"Beg," Scott growled.
"Noooo . . I w-w-won't!"
He grabbed my hair again and pulled my head back. I couldn't resist, even if I'd had control over my muscles.. He stacked at my tongue until I had to give it to him. Then he started chewing on it.. . not enough to hurt, but enough to send throbbing jolts of pleasure through my tits and belly. He skidded the buzzing vibrator up my skin until the tip rested against a nipple. Waves of tingling ecstasy made my flesh crawl. I was weakening fast. My hips plunged viciously, as if in search of those long, hard things that had filled my holes only seconds before.
"Yeah... tell me about it, you nymphomaniac!"
"Hnnnnn!"
"Do you want some more cock in your ass?" He bit my chin. "Come on. . tell me the truth." The vibrator was smeared across my chest to the other nipple. I sucked my belly in under my ribcage and jerked uncontrollably as Scott teased my hot asshole with the head of his cock.
I writhed crazily against the ropes that held my wrists. But Scott just laughed and hugged me against him. My ass was tight against his belly, that big cock pressing harder and harder against my tightened bung. He shoved the vibrator up under my chin and then pushed it at my lips.
"Nooooo!" I could smell my own musk smeared on the plastic. I tossed my head to get away from the buzzing, smooth thing, but Scott grabbed my hair again and made me take it between my lips.. He started fucking it in and out of my mouth. The feeling of that thing tickling my throat was really weird. I hadn't expected it to excite me, but I couldn't help remember Chris' cock and the way it had felt in my mouth. I rejected the thoughts, but they kept invading my consciousness, especially when Scott slid that vibrating bullet against the trough my tongue had made.
"You'd better relax. .. 'cause I'm gonna get in your back door," he growled, bringing my heels off the floor as he lunged upward. My aching asshole resisted him for an instant, but the grease that had been spread deeply between the halves of my butt made it easy for him.
"YHHHAAAAAA!" I squealed as the barbed tip penetrated my bung again. My ass danced on the flesh spear as Scott ground his hips in a circle to get his cock even deeper. He took the vibrator from my mouth and pushed the spit-wet thing down into my pussy-crack again.
It took him a little while to find my hole. The dildo slid in easily. Though I was fighting it with every nerve in my body, I could feel my come start. It began as a tiny tickle around the hood of my clit and spread fingers of pleasure over my flesh. In just seconds the shock waves of my convulsions rocked my body.
"Yuhhh! Ohhh! NNHHUUUUUU!"
I rocked my hips forward, skewering my cunt on the vibrator and then squirmed back, grinding down on the hard, fucking prick that reached deep into my guts. I'd never felt anything like it! I was stuffed full . . both holes. My muscles twitched as the fury of the delirious thrill overtook me completely. I went out of my mind. Drool spilled down my chin and I banged my head back against Scott's shoulder. His big arm wrapped around my belly and held me as he fucked mercilessly into my ravaged little asshole!
"Coming... I'm coming!" he babbled, making the ropes squeal on the beam. My wrists burned with pain, but the pleasure overcame all that. The vibrator and Scott's cock were both into my body as deep as he could get them. I writhed like a rabbit on a spit.
"You wild little cunt!" he grunted, his muscled belly shivering against my ass-cheeks. "Tight and good . . . God .. damn!"
"Nhhhooooo!"
My head fell forward on my chest. I could feel strings of something hot and sticky leaking from between the halves of my butt, then down my thigh. A sharp fury of pleasure brought the air from my lungs in long, shuddering cries that echoed in the small cabin. My pussy writhed tight around the smooth, buzzing dildo. I felt each spasm build clearly and then thunder through my Senses. Finally I hung limp and used on the ropes as Scott eased his cock from my asshole and pulled out the vibrator. There was only the Sound of water lapping against the hull of the boat and Scott's breathing. Then the door closed behind me and I was alone.
"The sonofabitch . .. the dirty sonofabitch."
Hands touched my arms. I came awake and saw the blurry face in front of my eyes. I blinked and the face became Chris. He was undoing the ropes. Then I felt the numbed ache of my arms still tied up to that beam across the top of the cabin.
"Ohhhhh. . it hurts..." The blood rushed back to my limbs as Chris pulled Them down. I could hardly stand for him to touch me. I slumped onto the bed as he rubbed my back and shoulders. My panties dangled from my waist.
"When I got back, Scott told me to watch you. I didn't know he'd..." Chris shook his head.
"Look, I'm sorry about all this."
"Like hell, you're sorry." I rubbed the place where the rope had been. There was a rope burn across the inside of each wrist. As the sensation came back, my flesh crawled and prickled.
"I'll put on some coffee," he said. He shut the door quietly behind him. I found a towel to clean up with and some water in a can by the door. I threw my ruined panties in the trash basket and slipped into my cut-offs. My halter had been torn, too, so I dug around in a drawer until I found a man's shirt. It was probably one Chris wore. It felt funny putting it on. Here Chris was holding me captive on his boat for one reason or the other. And Scott, his friend... It was hard to believe they were in the whole thing together. They weren't alike at all..
"You like yours with anything in it?" Chris asked as I came into the small galley. He wouldn't look at me. But I noticed he was between me and the stain leading to the deck. I sat down at the table.
"Cream, please. Chris, what's this whole thing about?"
He put a cup in front of me and poured the black brew into it. "Okay, listen and listen good. I'll tell you once. I'm in hot to Scott, you dig? I'll lose my boat if I don't play ball. Your father knows something about the taxes of a very important person. I don't even know who it is myself-a politician with a lot, of drag. Anyway, Scott says there's a grand jury brewing and this important person wants to make sure your old man gives the right answers." Chris sipped his coffee, pulled out a chair and sat down across from me. "The other night. . . Scott took a few photos. Quite a few photos.
"In the dark?"
"Infrared. Special filter and lights. The army uses it all the time."
"And you knew what was happening when you made me... " I shook my head and looked down. My body tingled at the memory of Chris fucking me. I flushed red at the thought of my father seeing a singe photograph of that awful night.
"You'd better finish your coffee," Chris said. "I'm not supposed to let you out of that room."
I got up and circled the table. Chris stood quickly and backed himself between me and the stairway to the deck. I put my hands on his bare chest and started rubbing. If sex had gotten me into this, maybe sex would get me out.
"Let me go, Chris
"You got to be kidding. My ass is on the line now..." I rested my cheek against the curls on his chest. Then I spotted the small, hard male nipple a few inches from my mouth.
Did men like to be kissed there? Well, I knew that it did strange things to me when a boy touched or licked that spot on one of my small swells. I pushed the tip of my tongue out and rubbed it across the little nub. Chris grabbed my shoulders hard and tiled to shove me back. But I'd slipped my fingers under the front of his shorts. He shivered as my palm cupped the swelling head of his cock. I squeezed it and let it fill with blood again. It embarrassed me to touch a man's prick like that, but Chris couldn't see my face. I eyed the narrow staircase.
"Robyn. .. come on, I can't let you go. Jesussss!"
"Feel good, darling?" I said, acting as best I could. The first button of his shorts popped open and gave me more room to work. I undid the next one myself and pulled his hot cock up and out of his underwear. My emotions raced. I'd never handled a man's cock before. And I hadn't realized that the mere shape of a male prick in my fingers could be so disconcerting. My heart raced and my mouth had gone dry. I felt a little buzzing excitement at the very tips of my nipples. They rubbed against the oversized shirt I had on. Chris let his palm slide down over my butt. I knew he was weakening. I tilted my face up and his lips found mine hungrily. Again, I eyed the stairs. If I could just make it to the top of them, I'd be free. I could jump over the side and swim the rest of the way to the dock. There'd be too much commotion for him to catch me. . there'd be people around.. . someone to defend me when I made it to the pier.
"I'll do anything you want," I breathed, fingering the steamy, throbbing meat I held, wondering what excited a man, what kind of movements they liked. On dates I'd rubbed a lot of guys' cocks through their jeans. For a high schooler that was enough to make them cream. But Chris was obviously more experienced.
"Suck me. . ."
"No!"
The words had popped from my mouth before I'd thought. It was an instinctive reaction, a reaction based on fears and revulsion's I'd had for years. But If I wanted to get out of here, I'd have to do better than that.
"I mean. .. y-y-y... of course, darling."
I felt the pressure of Chris' hands on my shoulders, urging me down onto my knees. I was shaking all over. Of course I couldn't suck his cock! II just knew I'd faint before I could even get the nerve to put my lips against his...his prick! But I got to my knees in front of him, my eyes shut tight. The weight of his cock rested in my hand. it was hard enough to even touch his rod. All my dating experience had been the other way around. Boys begging to let them touch me! I remembered some of my tried and true techniques for ending it when I became tired or bored. One that always worked was to let a guy dry hump until his balls were aching and then grab his cock through his jeans suddenly and squeeze like crazy. That was always good for a laugh. Usually the guy flopped around like a lame dog until he creamed his shots. Which took about ten seconds. But I only did that to guys who were really insistent on getting in my pants. The others I let go home with their tongues hard. And they'd always asked me out again, hoping for the impossible.
"What are you waiting for?" Chris asked, grabbing the sides of my head. I still couldn't look at what bobbed there before my face.
"Why don't you sit down, honey? I could do it better that way." I could hardly talk I was so wired. Surprisingly, Chris sat down. I could see his cock now, dark and angry-looking at the tip. But he'd forgotten that the stairs were closest to me now. I moved my hand up and down his prick-shaft, pulling the loose skin, rubbing it against the rigid meat underneath. That seemed to please him. He widened his thighs and stretched his legs out. His head flopped back and his belly began to heave. That's when I made my break for it.
I was up the stairs three at a time. I saw daylight, heard the sounds of the waterfront. Below I could hear Chris jerking his pants up, knocking over a chair. He'd never make it. I was free . . . free The shadow filled the stairwell suddenly. I crashed against Scott Morley's chest.
"Not this time, sweetheart." Someone giggled. A girl's voice. He pushed me down the stairs in front of him. Chris was coming up, buttoning his shorts.
"You dumb-ass sonofabitch," Scott snarled.
Chris leaned against the wall.. His face was red and he kept blinking and stammering. The girl looked at him and then at me. She was very tall and very blonde. Her tits pushed out the jersey she was wearing, the nipples like, small fingers in the red material.
"She's a cute one," the blonde cooed. She pulled her long hair over the fronts of her shoulders and put a hand on Scott's shoulder.
"I can't trust this bastard any more," Scott said, looking at Chris. "But I figured that.""
"She made a run for it" Chris said.
"Don't you think I know that?" Scott said. "What was she doing, playing with your balls?"
"Look, Scott, I can explain."
"Forget it. From now on, she won't be going anywhere." Scott looked at the blonde and she lifted the oversized handbag she was wearing. Scott pushed me back towards the cabin and inside. The blonde closed the door in Chris' face. I looked at my two captors. They were grinning. Scott reached into the blonde's bag and pulled out some metal loops with chains attached. It took me a few seconds to realize they were manacles.
"Please don't put those on me..." But he was already kneeling, fitting one iron band around my right ankle. It clicked shut. There was a little room left, but not enough for me to get it over my heel.
"She's got nice feet." Scott looked at the blonde. "Don't you think so, Jess?"
"You knocked her up yet?" she said, licking her lips. My mind seemed for a moment to be breaking apart. This woman named Jess sounded kinda crazy... Scott slipped another manacle over my wrist., snapped it shut.
"You'll be disappointed, Jess, but we won't be playing any games this time around. I just want a few more pictures anti we can let this one go. I don't care who she runs to then. I don't think she'll be running to anybody." He laughed and stood up. "And when her father gets a look at just a few of our little snapshots, he'll be careful of what he says to that grand jury."
"Why don't you knock her up. . . "The blonde touched my hair, let her fingers slide down the side of my face. "Ohhh, I'd like to see her get knocked up..."
"Cool it, Jess, willya? GO get my cameras."
Jess left. I heard her say something to Chris outside the room. Scott caught my face in his hands and nude me look at him.
"See, I know all about the modeling career you have planned. Your old man has pulled a few strings for you, too, hasn't he?"
My mouth flew open. "How... did you know this?" It was my deepest, best-kept secret. I didn't want any talk floating around to jinx me. But I'd been dreaming about being a model for years. And a good school had approved my portfolio. But if some photographs started turning up in some porno magazines, my career would be shot down before it got off the ground. I knew Daddy wouldn't let that happen. Even if it meant lying to a grand jury. I heard Jess coming back.
"Okay, baby, those ones we took last night were just warm-ups. You ever sucked any cock?"
I tried to swallow but my mouth was dry as a bone. I bit my lip. I felt dizzy and weak inside. "Of course n-n-not."
"Well, you're gonna learn..."
Jess came in and closed the door behind her. She set up a camera on a tripod and took a light reading. She was cool and efficient now, paying no attention to me whatsoever. Scott was fitting another manacle to my neck. I couldn't believe where he'd gotten all these things! It was almost as if they'd been made especially for me, they fit so perfectly. Not so loose that they could be slipped out of, but not too tight to hurt either. The one on my neck had a loop in back. Scott pulled my manacled wrist-up behind my back and fastened a chain to the neck iron.
"Doesn't that feel sexy?" he asked.
"Nooo!" I shook my head hard. He was taking down his pants. I turned sway as he undressed, but then his hands were on the shirt I wore. He jerked it down and off. When the sleeve wouldn't go around the manacle on my wrist, he tore it and threw the wined Thing into the corner. I was naked except for the cut-offs.
"The light is perfect," Jess said, fooling with the focusing ring of the camera. Scott sat on the bunk and made me kneel between his parted knees. I was shaking all over. He smoothed my hair back over my ears.
"That's so it shows your lips curving around my cock," he whispered and then laughed. The camera went off, an expensive little click. Another click followed. Scott's cock bobbed up and down an inch away from my lips. I could smell the faint musk of it, the manly aroma of sex.
"Suck it, baby."
"Never. . . never ever!" I started to sob. Scott pulled the foreskin slowly back. I could see the glossy purple surface sliding into view. I remembered it from that day on the beach. I was panting hard. I couldn't in the world imagine ever putting that prick in my mouth. Scott grasped my jaw and pinched it in such a way that I had to open my lips. Then he shoved the slickened tip of his prick against them.
"Noooo.." I gasped, twisting my head away. Scott slapped me across the face. It stung.., stung bad. I could feel the red marks his fingers had made. He jerked me around by the hair. A tear skidded down my cheek as he shoved the crown of his prick between my lips again. The camera was clicking like crazy.
"Suck it," Jess murmured. Her voice was tight and strange. From the corner of my eye, I glanced and saw her there at the side of the tripod. One of her hands had slipped under the waist of her shorts. Her mouth looked heavy, slack. "Suck his cock, baby. Come on!"
"Nooo! Ohhhh, don't make me!"
"Look . . . it's her feet," Jess said suddenly, "That's what turns her on!"
I hadn't realized my toes had fanned out and I'd been rubbing them against the leg of the chair. I hadn't even though I was that excited. But being naked from the waist up had had its effect. And though I hated the thought of it, the cock bumping my chin and neck was doing things, too.
"Get Chris in here," Scott ordered. Jess opened the door. In a moment Chris came in looking sullen and nervous.
"She wants her feet kissed," Jess cooed, rubbing a hand down Chris' belly. Her voice was edged with venom.
"Look, I didn't want to do any of this to begin with."
"Shut up and get down on your hands and knees," Scott rasped. "I own your ass, big boy, whether you like it or not!"
Chris got down behind me. My feet were poked out, soles up. He kissed one and then the other. My toes burned and tingled and I felt the nipples grow from my small tits.
"Nhuuuuu... Ohhhh, don't do that any more!"
"Come on," Jess said, "really turn her on!"
Chris pointed his tongue and ran it between my big toe and the one next to it. I thought I'd faint with the bewitching tickle! And my pussy had blossomed like a desert flower in the rain. I could feel the slick juice wetting the crotch of my cut-offs. I squirmed my hips uncontrollably as Scott thrust his cock up under my chin. It left a smear of hot juice there. My eyes felt heavy. Scott forced my teeth apart and rested his cock-head on my pouting bottom lip.
"Nooo! Ohhhh, God. Help me!"
"Hurry up and get it on." Jess said breathily. "You guys are having all the fun."
"She still won't suck," Scott muttered when I clamped my teeth tight before he could shove that awful cock between them. I was panting like mad. I fell against his leg, the chain rattling at my back where the manacles held my arm up almost to my shoulder blade.
"Get her on the bed, dammit."
Chris helped lift me. They stripped my shorts down to my ankles, Chris obeying Scott's commands. The faded denim cut-offs dangled around the manacle on one ankle as Scott made Chris put his head between my thighs. I tried to close my legs to the attack, but Jess helped by pulling on the manacle chain.
"Nhhuuu! Ohhhh, please... Ohhh, God!"
Scott was talking, telling Chris what he had to do. Chris put his mouth against the lips of my cunt. They were so feverish that his spit felt cool. My ass danced on the narrow bunk. Scott was kneeling above my face. On my back like that, I could look straight up and see his cock dangling heavy and hot. Chris pushed his tongue across my clit and I sucked in a shuddery breath. Then Scott knelt lower and pushed his cock close to my mouth. The angle was all wrong for me to take it in my mouth, even if I'd wanted to. But the camera was clicking again. I felt like bawling. I could just see the people at the modeling school looking at these pictures!
Then Scott was making me sit up, shoving pillows under my shoulders. When I lay on my back again, my head dangled at a right angle and upside down. Scott moved his cock-tip against my closed lips. The camera went crazy as Jess touched the shutter over and over and over!
"We'll see how deep a throat she's got," Scott breathed.
He touched that place behind my jaw, squeezed it till the pain jolted me. My mouth opened. Upside down I could see the underside of his shaft and behind it the wrinkled sac flanging from the place it all grew out of his body. Scott changed position so that his prick could fit down into my mouth. I struggled, but Chris was spearing his tongue slowly in and out of my clasping cunt-hole. My thighs shivered with the throbbing thrills. And somebody was tickling my feet. Jess!
"Nooohhhhmmmmmmm!"
Without me even resisting, Scott had forced that bulging, purple cock-head down against my tongue. I couldn't close my mouth now without biting his dick. And I didn't dare do that! They were crazy! Every single one of them!
"Jesus, this is nice," Scott gasped, pumping his hips, making that flared knob rake the side of my cheek and then slide across the tough of my tongue.. . back, back... I could taste the musky gloss that coated the barb, could feel the pulsing heat of his prick. My lips drenched the hot rod with my spit. So weird. . . being on my back on all those pillows. . my head upside down. Again, I caught Ta glimpse of Jess. She was tending the camera, but leaning close to the whole scene. She looked about to drool on herself! Even from upside down I could see that.
"Ghhhaaa!"
"Choke her a little," Jess said, her shorts bunched at the crotch where she was playing with her twat. I could hear the wet snick of her fingers between the lips of her cunt.
"You just watch that fuckin' camera," Scott growled, fucking his cock farther towards the back of my throat.
I choked and he pulled back a little, rolling his hips excitedly. I could feel the veins pulsing along the hardness of his cock. My tongue danced frantically, trying to escape the thick invasion of hot meat. I didn't want to excite him by licking the harts that were so sensitive, but when he pumped deep and almost choked me, my tongue fluttered like it was trying to escape.
"Yeah . . . like that," Scott coughed as I accidentally licked the top of that flared knob, the part that was so hot and spongy. The smacking sounds between my thighs were louder. Bursts of pleasure racked my belly and tits as Chris sucked at the blood-red bump of my clit.
Jess took the camera from the tripod and came in close. The big lens seemed only inches away from where my lips were stretched wetly around the fucking shaft of Scott's hot cock. My spit sucked and crackled around it as he worked the head into my throat again and Jess clicked off half a dozen quick shots.
"Tell me when you're gonna lose it," she said to Scott. "I want some with cum on her face..."
"Gettin' good ... " Scott touched my tonsils with his cock and then brought it out until just the flared part was between my lips. MY breath was hot against his dick; he probably liked that. But I couldn't just stop breathing. Not with Chris burrowing his teeth and chin between my thighs. My cunt was on fire, my ass squirming on the mattress. Chris held my cunt-lips apart with his fingers as he fucked my hole with his tongue.
"Get ready . . . " Scott made a strange, grunting Sound. His cock seemed to shiver and then it was throbbing powerfully. "I'm gonna pop!"
He held the sides of my face hard so that I couldn't turn away. My head flopped back, hanging from where the pillows had been jammed under my back. I couldn't escape. That thick, sliding prick was going to shoot its fuck-cream all over and I couldn't get away. The manacles on my wrists and neck jingled as I jerked convulsively to free myself. Scott grabbed my free hand and held it up by his cock.
"You grab me when I tell you to. If you don't, you'll be sorry, baby-real sorry."
Jess came in close with the camera. Chris continued to eat hungrily at my pussy as my throbbing petals sucked and clasped his tongue. And then Scott pulled his pounding cock from my mouth and made me wrap my fingers around the spit-slick shaft.
"Jack me, dammit. Jack me!"
I jacked. The swollen veins under the skin stuck out like ropes. His cock was so heavy! The tiny slit at the end was only an inch or so away from my upside-down mouth. I brought my circled fingers up sharply against the crown and a droplet of whitish cream grew into a string. It dangled from the slit until it splatted against my forehead and tangled in my hair. Then a powerful burst of seed sprayed my lips, the curds pooling inside my mouth. Jess was clicking the camera as fast as she could.
"Nooooo! Nuuhhhhh!" My eyes clouded as the sensations against my blossomed pussy became excruciatingly sharp. What was Chris doing? My clit was being sucked from my body! It felt like he had it between his teeth, nursing and nibbling and eating!
"She's coming, too!" Scott mumbled, holding my head tighter than ever, pumping his hips to make his cock slide faster in the clutching circle of my fingers. More hot cum frothed from the tip. Strings dripped down my cheeks, some of the fountaining spurts hitting my neck and spraying up over my tithes.
A trembly madness seemed to sweep over my body. Blood pulsed in my ears and I felt dizzy and mad with the lust to reach that fiery pinnacle of pleasure nay body was so close to. I clamped my thighs tight around Chris' head and humped Wildly.
"Yuhhh! Yuuhhhhhh!"
My fingers smacked with slick cum as I continued to jack Scott's cock, as I milked the heavy curds out so they'd drip into my mouth and run down my face. I didn't seem to be conscious of what was happening. All I could think of was the fever Chris was making with his mouth. I fucked my hips furiously, hearing the soppy pussy folds suckle around his teasing mouth. It was like going mad slowly, so tantalizingly slow!
"Ohhh! Nhhhuuuuu! Come. . got to come!" But nothing was coming out of Scott's cock any more. He pulled it from my grasp.
"Eat what's on your fingers!" he ordered.
As if hypnotized, I pushed a pinky into my mouth and then the next finger, sucking between each one. Even when I was doing it, I knew I'd never think of such a thing normally. But my body wasn't normal at all right now. It felt like a live wire was running through it. I shivered and twitched, my ass still working against Chris' mouth. The taste of the cum made me dizzy.
The camera was still clicking when Scott shoved me over onto my side and motioned for Chris to leave. Chris gave me a sheepish look, wiped his face on his arm and disappeared. I thought I'd freak out completely.
"Ohhh. . what's happening... why is he stopping . . ."
Scott motioned for Jess to come over and get a few more shots of me as I writhed on the bed, my belly heaving, my ass squirming around like crazy. Somehow I got a hand down between my legs. Scott jerked it away before I could shove a finger into my flooding, hot pussy.
"Get that other manacle. We'll tie this one up, too." He held my face roughly in his fingers. "Wouldn't want Robyn here to start getting naughty habits."
Jess slipped the manacle around my free wrist and looped the chain through the circle of steel at my neck. My hands were both pulled behind my back and when I tried to pull them down, the chains just jingled. Then she locked the chain that was connected to my ankle manacle to a heavy ring in the floor.
"Don't leave me like this!" I begged, dragging the chain after me as they started picking up the camera gear. I followed them halfway to the door, but the chain caught and I went down on my knees. I was alone.
"Got to do something . . . got to . ."
I looked around the room in a panic. My panting breath thundered in my ears. Streams of my cunt butter made hot lines down the insides of my thighs. I felt like I could come any second if I could just. . . just touch my poor, swollen cunt-lips ... rub them ... love them! My eyes fucked around the room.. and then I saw it. The smoothly polished bedpost. It was just the right size and even had a little ridge as part of the design. Whimpering with hunger, I dragged the chain over so I could stand on tiptoes over the upjutting wooden prick. My outer labes were so swollen that when they brushed across the domed wooden post, they popped open with a smack. I let my knees bend and gently lowered my cunt down... down...
"Ohhhh . . . yesssss!"
The smooth wood forced my pussy-petals back until the butter ran freely down the varnished surface. I felt the muscles being forced apart inside.
And of course I could only remember one incident in my whole life that was anything like the sensations I now felt. Chris. My first lover. He'd shoved his cock into my cunt and fucked me until I'd been half Out of my mind.
"Ohhh, Chris," I groaned, bending my knees more, letting my heels down to the floor as I writhed my hips around.
The wood was so hard and cold. But it was something! Something to fill my hungry little cunt. I'd never realized that a girl could want something so bad. In the past I'd always been the one in control. I'd always made the boys want me! Then laughed when they didn't get it.
"Ohhh . . . so hard . . . so big. . .feels good!"
I lifted and lowered my cunt over the wood post. My fists were clenched at my back where the chains bound me. It was hard keeping my balance without using any hands, especially as the rutting thrill came back strong again. I felt dizzy with lust and fever. I squirmed my ass around as I let myself down as far as I dared.
"Touching something way inside ... Nuuhhhhh!"
My womb! It was stretching against the tight mouth of my womb. I jangled the chains, jerking my arms against them to no avail. My toes were splayed out on the floor like they always did when I was really excited.
"Faster . . . want it faster . . . " The slick juice sucked and smacked around the edges of my pussy as I bobbed up and down. I felt like a horse on a merry-go-round, getting fucked with every revolution. The feather-soft down at the edges of my cunt was dripping with juice. I was so well-oiled that if that wood post hadn't been shoved deep into my pussy, I'd have fallen off. And the steady, rhythmic penetration of my tight little cunny was at last starting to get to me! My head flopped to the side and I drooled unashamedly. My eyes went blurry as the frenzied tickle grew into an insatiable itch that drove me wild.
I came like that, Standing on tip-toes, my knees slightly bent as I rocked my hips forward and back, gouging the length of my cunt with that smooth wood post and then lowering myself down on it again as the convulsions racked my slender body.
I fell across the bed. I slept.