Chapter 10
Marva fought Ken and Davy as the two leather-jacketed toughs dragged her by the wrists back to the old couch on which her best friend Jane had been spanked and then ravished. "No, you're not going to do that to me, no!" she wailed.
But Buck, whose "mama" she was destined to be, directed the proceedings greedily. "Peel her down to just her bobby socks," he directed.
The two youths ruthlessly ripped off Marva's clothes, she began to sob. Not so much out of terror and what was going to happen to her, but she had a curious kind of philosophical fatalism once she knew that she had been lied to and driven far away from the place which Buck has speciously told her he was going to ride. What most concerned her was the tearing of her good clothes, because she didn't know how she was going to explain that to her aunt and uncle, she was going to be in for a dreadful whipping, she knew dismally.
Nonetheless, the thought that these boys could undress her and ogle and feel her naked titties and belly and pussy and things drove her nearly frantic. She fought with all her might, kicking out, twisting, bending, trying every trick she knew to get free of them, but they held on tenaciously. And finally she was standing there, panting and sobbing, stark naked, her lovely body showing splotches marked in red on her warm olive skin from where their fingers had mauled or scratched her.
Ken and Davy, at Buck's order, now dragged the lovely brunette over to the couch and flung her down on her back. "Wait a minute," Buck said, as he took his prick out and stood there with hands on hips so that Marva, through her tear-filled eyes, could see what he had for her. "I think first this little bimbo ought to be fan-tailed real good."
"No, I've had enough already, stop it," Marva yelled, trying to get up from the couch while the two kneeling males put their hands on her bubbies and on her belly and pinned her down on her back. , "Throw her over your lap, Davy," Buck instructed. "You, Ken, git some rope and tie her wrists behind her back so she can't fight any."
"You lemme me go, I'll tell the cops for sure now, after what you just did," Marva wildly yelled.
But it did her no good. Ken soon returned with a length of cord, and, grasping one of her wrists, swiftly circled it and made a tight knot. Then he grabbed her wrist, and it was over in a trice. Marva lay now naked except for bobby socks over Davy's lap, and Ken sat down beside him, lifting Marva's kicking legs and dragging them over his lap and then gripping her ankles.
Her bottom was already reddened, but that was only the beginning. Buck now took down one of the pinewood paddles which had been used on many a deb during her initiation into the "Leather Lashers." Then, taking a good grip on the taped handle, he smiled, "Whenever you've had enough, bitch, just beg me to fuck you. You're going to get it, and you might as well make up your mind to it, Marva baby!"
With this, he lifted the paddle and swept it down diagonally over the huddling, inflamed cheeks of Marva's voluptuous virgin ass. Her body jumped and jerked and a thin, prolonged wail escaped her compressed lips. She was determined to give him no satisfaction whatsoever. Just the same, one spanking coming on top of another one so recently inflicted, made her realize that her courage couldn't last forever.
From the old bedroom at the back of the house, she could now hear Jane's moaning and sobbing. The boys had dragged her in here and tied her up. She ground her teeth and tightened all her muscles, resolved to give them no satisfaction.
But already the second paddle swat had landed, full force, stinging right over the crease between her bottom-cheeks, pinching the inner edges together and making her wriggle involuntary over the two boys' laps.
With one boy pinning down her shoulders with both hands, her wrists already tied behind her back, and the other boy grabbing hold of her calves and digging his fingers into them, Marva found herself actually helpless, and really began to feel scared. Buck now raised the paddle and tapped her squirming, still throbbing bare behind. "Get ready for a real licking, baby, worse than that aunt of yours ever gave you," he snarled. The paddle rose, hovered in the air a moment, and then landed with a sonorous "Crackk!"
"Oww ohh, that hurts!" Marva wailed, turning her tearstained face back to her tormentor, who grinned at her.
'There's lots more where that came from, Marva baby. I toldja, when you're ready to get banged, just yell out!"
The paddle fell again, and a third time, and then a fourth. By the tenth stroke, Marva was crying wholeheartedly, and doing her best to wriggle and squirm and buck under the constrained efforts of the two grinning leather-jacketed youths. Their hands on her tender naked flesh, exchanging lewd comments about her potential as a "mama," Ken and Davy luxuriated in their domination over a naked young teenage brunette, staring gloatingly at her bare bottom which continued to grow redder and redder and redder by degrees.
By the twentieth spank, she was yelling for her aunt, and they were mocking her: "You big baby, why don't your want your mummy? Yeah, she wants her auntie, 'cause her auntie don't whack her cute little ass so hard!" Buck pressed the paddle against the feverishly swollen, dark-reddened globes of Marva's voluptuous virgin ass. "Want me to go on some more, honey baby?" he drawled. Before she could answer, he applied two swift spanks, each stinging right down the crease between her ass-cheeks, each pinching the inner edges of those pouting hillocks of tender and yet firm girl-flesh.
"Ohh noooo, oh my golly, lay off, I can't stand it, I can't, I can't! Marva tearfully complained.
"You know whatcha gotta do if you wanna have me stop, bitch," Buck growled.
Now the paddle rose and fell five swift and savage times. It flattened a bottom-cheek each time it descended. Marva's head again tilted back and, her eyes bulging and glassy with tears, she opened her mouth wide in a hoarse shout, "Stop, just stop and I'll do whatever you want me to, just stop putting wood to my poor heinie, I can't take it any more!"
"Okay, you guys, but keep hold of her," Buck warned. "Now then, baby, didja forgit something, maybe, huh?"
Squatting down alongside the couch, he raised his right hand and once again the paddle swept down with a vicious Thwackk! "Seems to me I didn't rightly hear you, whattcha wanna do, git paddled or fucked. Let's hear it from you, baby!" And, before she could answer through the tears and groans, he had laid down still another flattening and noisy spank, right over the crease of both tender ass-cheeks.
"Awwrrrhhhoooouuuuu!! ! Stop it, stop it, I can't take it anymore, stop it, you big bully! You're just a coward, holding me down like this and peeling me raw, so you can look at my bare bummy, oh I wish I were a man!" Marva screamed.
"We don't," both Ken and Davy chorused, then exchanged a look and burst into bawdy laughter. "Hey, maybe she's not cherry after all, the perky way she talks," Davy suggested. Slyly he slid his hand down her stomach, and moved his forefinger towards her furry soft cleft. Marva shrieked and tried to wriggle away, but the other boy was holding her to tightly and she had to submit to the final indignity of all . . . Davy's finger nudged between the soft tender pink lips of her quim and entered the hitherto unprofaned lobby of her cunt. She burst into tears, knowing her self defeat, and just then the paddle fell twice more. Each time it landed right down the crease, bruising and spanking the tender inner edges of her shuddering, inflamed bottom-cheeks. It was too much.
"Ohh, boo hoo, oh stop, all right, you can have me, do it, and lemme go!" Marva wailed.
"You mean it, bitch?" Buck was panting, his face glistening with sweat as he lowered the paddle. " 'Cause if you don't, I'm gonna lay wood to that sweet ass of yours until you're raw, hear me, bitch?"
"No, no. I'll do it-I'll do what you want, you're awful, Buck, you lied and you hurt girls and everything, and I hate you, but I can't take anymore spanking, lay off, please!" Marva was sobbing hysterically.
"All right, Ken, Davy, you'll have your chance with this wet bimbo as soon as I break her cherry."
"She is cherry too," Davy volunteered. "I just now felt my finger come right up against her prick stopper. Boy, is she tight!"
"I'll fix that," Buck boasted. "Stand her up on her feet."
It was done at once, and then he ordered swinging the paddle menacingly near her, "Now you just kneel down, and stare at my cock a little while, and get it through your head you're gonna get banged, baby, but real good!"
Both hands reaching down and rubbing her sore and burning naked bottom, Marva resignedly sank down on her knees, not without a cry and a grimace of pain. Both her hands kept trying frantically to rub her swollen seat, but her wrists remained bound behind her. She looked exactly like a young girl slave, and except for the modern touch of the bobby socks, she would have looked exactly like a young teenager stolen from Greece and brought upon a Roman slave mart to be auctioned off to the highest bidder.
"Okay, Marva baby. Are you gonna be a good girl now?" Buck's voice was hoarse and shaking with his rut.
"Go on, get it over with, go ahead and f-fuck me," Marva sobbed.
"Hey now," Ken gleefully put in, "this little cherry knows the ropes. She knows what a fucking is."
"She'll know better after she gets one from me, so shut your face," Buck snarled in a jealous mood. His prick was bulging and torturing him, and as he stared down to see the brunette's tearstained face looking up at him, he gloated in the knowledge that she was seeing his massive and very manly weapon.
"All right then," he resumed, "now you can jist kiss my cock and ask me to fuck you nice and sweet, baby. If you don't, you go back and get more swats, hear?"
"Oh that's dirty, I won't do that for anybody, I won't!" Marva heroically exclaimed.
But Davy and Ken quickly rose from the old couch, and Davy grasped her by the shoulder and rendered her helpless and forced to stay on her knees with her hands still tied behind her naked back. Meanwhile Ken came over with the paddle in hand, put his left hand to the back of her neck, and landed a good hard stinging spank right over the base of both her huddling crimson burning bottom globes.
"Oww, oh don't, oh please don't, oh not anymore!" she squealed.
"Then do your thing, baby, do it!" Buck gasped.
Her bottom was so tender and burning so terribly that Marva knew she couldn't hold out much longer. She would be forced to do it in the end, and so she might as well give in now. And so, just as the paddle was drawing back for another spank, she yelled out, "Oh no, not anymore I'll do it!"
"See that she does, Ken, and if she doesn't, warm her up some more," was Buck's order.
Leaning her head forward, tears running down her cheeks, lovely Marva pressed her trembling mouth against the tip of Buck's prick. He groaned aloud, reached down his fingers, and began to twist them in the helmet-cut dark brown hair of the lovely helpless teenager. Yanking at her hair, he made her lift her face and so her eyes couldn't help fixing on Buck's stalwart manhood.
"Go on and kiss it for him, like he wants," Ken hissed.
At the same time, he applied still another spank, this one diagonally and leaping from the right hip across the bare bottom-cheeks to the lower summit of the left globe.
Frenzied by this interminable pain, Marva yelled out again and lunged forward. Buck met her without yielding, so that his prick tip thrust between her panting lips and for the first time in her young life, Marva was Frenching a boy.
She began to suck avidly, nervously looking back every so often over her shoulder to make sure that the paddle wasn't waiting to punish her.
"All right, run your tongue all over it, as far as you can go," he brutally instructed. Then he made a sign to Ken, who promptly yanked at her hair and in the same moment sent the paddle whistling and thwacking over the tops of her bare and already reddened hips.
Marva yelled, and promptly opened her mouth as wide as she could and, closing her eyes, leaned still further forward. Buck's prick-head entered her mouth, and the tip of it scraped against her mouth walls. She gagged and choked, but already he was touching her with the cheeks of his palms and beginning to mouthfuck her. His prick worked in and out, while she moaned and gagged and trembled, the prey of overpowering sensations which had started with hate and distaste and were now winding up in passionate servility.
But the sweet hot moist feel of her mouth and tongue against his prick made Buck realize he couldn't keep it up much longer. He was hot to get into that tight little box of hers, and so he stepped back, slapped her across the face and snarled, "Now get your back on that couch and open your legs up good, I'm going to plow you!"
Sobbing softly, poor naked Marva ascended the couch, as Ken took a cushion and put it under her bottom, helping to ease the distracting throbbing agony of her initiation.
Then Buck fell upon her, his hands gouging her titties, his prick thrusting in the soft moist cleft of her cunt. A moment later, her eyes bulged and she uttered a loud scream as his prick perforated the virgin seal and thus absolutely doomed her virginity.
Grinding her teeth, Marva accepted her undesired mate, whose weight upon her already tortured body intensified the hurts of the paddling and the hand spanking.
Meanwhile, Ken and Davy had grasped her by the armpits, standing at the edge of the couch and behind it, their eyes feasting on her turbulently heaving naked titties and her suave belly and the dark thick patch of cunt fur at the apex of those long thighs.
Buck, luxuriating in the feel of this squirming little vixen beneath him, now ran his hands over her swollen ass-cheeks, and took vigorous hold of it. Marva yelled out in pain, but it did her no good whatsoever. Guiding himself thus, sinking his dirty fingernails into her sore ass, the youth began to fuck her violently. His first thrust had almost destroyed the hymen; two more lunges, and he was into her to the balls.
Ken and Davy now rose, releasing their grasp of the tortured naked young sufferer.
But Buck's excitement was a fatal emotion for him. After only two or three more digs in Marva's tight cunthole, he uttered a bellow of lust, and burst into her cunt.
Marva uttered a wild yell when she felt the twinge of pain at the shattering of her cherry. She began to beat him with her fists, but Buck only laughed victoriously, and quickened his gait, pumping vigorously, so that his prick lunged back and forth, chafing the delicate tissues of her pussy.
And when he had finally finished, after only two or three more hard strokes, bursting into her, he staggered to his feet and panted, "That's what I call a real hot mama!"
"Can we try her, huh, Buck?" Davy timidly inquired.
"Of course you can, dummy. You know what our motto is, share and share a-like. Only don't hog her or ruin her too much, she's gonna be my mama right off," Buck explained.
Davy now flung himself down over Marva, without even bothering to mop out her drenched sheath. The result was that his prick was eased into the tight box of her love hole, because the lubrication which Buck had furnished was sufficient to facilitate entry. Then he began to fuck her brutally, his fingers digging into her sore bottom until she yelled in pain.
Then there was Kens turn, and after that, Hank's.
When all four boys had finished with her, Marva was crying softly, her face twisted to one side and her eyes closed.
Buck felt a sort of contrition for her, but it didn't last very long. "Haul her into another room, you guys, and you can let Elsie and Ruth teach her how girls do it," he suggested.
Davy and Ken quickly seized poor Marva by the elbows, making her yell in pain, and forced her to her feet. Pinching her titties and pussy and belly and sore bottom, they shoved her onward back into the bedroom where Elsie and Ruth were still amusing themselves with the helpless, bound Jane. Jane was haggard because she had already been girl rubbed twice, and after her violent fucking and whipping, the comparative tenderness of the two "mamas" had served to waken her deeper emotions and drawn her towards climax. She lay sprawled and whimpering, and Ruth and Elsie, who were both naked by now, giggled and pretended to put their hands over their pussies when the boys entered, dragging the sobbing and defeated Marva between them.
"Hey, Ruth, Elsie," Buck called, "you can work over this little bitch and teach her how to have some fun, get me? We're gonna have ourselves a beer. It was hard work taming that little wildcat, I can tell you."