Chapter 9
Christine Bernard could not believe her ears as she saw the naked, stocky youth walk to the foot of the table and take his place behind her. Still choking and gasping from the physical nausea which the compelled act of fellatio had cost her, the bespectacled naked young woman at last found voice to cry out in a trembling, unsteady voice, "Oh, my God in heaven, what are you going to do to me now? Haven't I suffered enough? Oh, Henry, I'm begging you, let me go now, I'm sick, it was so awful, so disgusting-please have pity on me and let me go-I-I give you my word I won't tell anybody, if you'll only let me go now, please!"
Ignoring her poignant appeal, Henry Ferguson directed, "Better tie her ankles to the table, Ben, she's likely to start to want to kick when she finds out what I've got planned for her cute little brownie."
"Oh, no-don't tie me-oh, what are you going to do to me now? For God's sake, I can't stand anymore, I can't, I can't, you've hurt and shamed me so, oh, please, let me put on my clothes and go home, I don't feel well-have mercy, Henry, in the name of humanity, be merciful now, you've had what you wanted!" Christine Bernard shrilly petitioned.
But Ben Elverson, delving into the pocket of his jeans, had taken out two lengths of thin but strong white cord which he had already cut in advance before the entrapment of the beautiful bespectacled victim. Squatting down now, he seized Christine Bernard's right leg and, in spite of her frantic struggles and cries, deftly tied her slim ankle to the base of the right table leg. Her terror mounted at this pinioning, and she twisted and squirmed feverishly, again dragging wildly at her wrists till Bruce and Mack had all they could do to hold her down effectively. Her left leg kicked sporadically about, and Henry Ferguson watched with lascivious amusement as those gyrations made her angrily reddened naked buttocks jerk and yawn and clench and squirm and weave in the most lubricious manner imaginable. It didn't take long to fetter her left ankle the same way, and when Ben Elverson straightened, Christine Bernard found herself with legs indecently straddled to expose the gaping, bright-pink, irritated lips of her tempting vulva, and to have the sinuous shadowy crease berween her reddened buttocks lewdly distended until her ravisher could very nearly see the dainty little rosebud of her virgin anus.
"Hey, we're getting tired holding Teach down," Bruce Melton complained. "Whyn't you tie her wrists like you just tied her ankles?"
"Good idea," Henry Ferguson decided. "Joey, put the camera down a second. There's some more rope over on the floor by the door there. Go get it and bring it here quick!"
"Oh, no-oh, what are you going to do to me? Can't you have some pity for me now, Henry? I've done whatever you wanted, you know I have, and still you're going to torture me-oh, please have mercy!"
Now, horrified to find her body so indecently and helplessly yawned and posed for the obscene gazes of her abductors as well as for whatever sexual exploits they intended, she again fought frantically by dragging at her wrists till they were aching and chafed. Her naked breasts jiggled with her exertions, mashing down against the rough surface of the table when the two boys holding her yanked her back down. Sweat glistened along her naked sides and in the mossy niches of her distended armpits. Her forehead was damp with sweat as well, and her beautiful shimmering dark-brown pageboy curls were tumbled over her right cheek. Her harlequin glasses remained to make her sensitive face even more provocative and saucy and sophisticated in direct and carnal contrast to the spectacularly suggestive way in which she was posed and in which she was attired. The tabs of her garterbelt were stretched almost to the breaking point, biting into the quivering flesh of her thighs on each side as they continued to hook up her beige nylons without wrinkle or flaw. Her pumps were still discarded on the floor where they had fallen during the spanking. Thus in stockings and garterbelt alone, Christine Bernard's voluptuously exciting body was now prepared for the most obscene and ego-shattering ordeal of all-the pillaging of her third and final virginity!
Joey Elverson had brought back the ropes, and Henry Ferguson now ordered the youngest of the group to find his jackknife in the back pocket of his discarded jeans and to cut two fairly long pieces. This done, Joey handed a length to Bruce and another to Mack, who then proceeded to tie Christine Bernard's wrists to the middle of the front legs of her table-altar of sexual sacrifice.
"Now that's a lot better," Henry Ferguson agreed as Mack and Bruce, released from their uncomfortable and prolonged pose of squatting down and holding onto her wrists Throughout the spanking and her enforced act of fellatio, moved around to the foot of the table to watch the proceedings. Christine Bernard turned her head back over her shoulder, eyes again blurred almost to blindness by the new tears that sprang into them. Her body arched and squirmed, and the lovely deep hollow of her back was augmented by the tight, spread posturing of her helpless almost-naked body. The adorable dimple at the bone just before the beginning of that mysterious, shadowy groove which separated the wonderfully jouncy and now dark-reddened cheeks of her voluptuous behind became even more visually exciting, thanks to this presentation.
Henry Ferguson now ran both hands over his English Literature teacher's naked buttocks, appraising them, patting and stroking and smoothing them, while Christine Bernard burst into helpless tears of shame and fright at this prolongation of the unknown ordeal. For all of her knowledge of the coital act by theory alone, of course, she was as yet incapable of divining what the youth who had taken her hymen as his ruthless prize now planned to perpetrate upon her defenseless body. The nausea from having taken his organ into her mouth and the still dully throbbing heat of the vigorous spanking she had endured, together with the tremendous muscular stress now enforced upon her straddled and draped-over body over the table had virtually driven away all but the most primitive and elemental instincts: those of survival and evasion of new suffering. At this moment, she would willingly have promised-and kept that promise, too-to be silent concerning this orgiastic sacrifice she had been made to make if only they would release her now and let her go back home to scour and wash her body as best she could to remove the vestiges of this male profanation.
"When I am finished with this, Teach," Henry Ferguson at last declared, still keeping his hands roaming slowly over her flinching and squirming naked hindquarters, "we'll let you wash up and get a little rest."
"Oh, God, oh, God, you mean you aren't going to let me go even after whatever you're going to do now? Oh, please, Henry, I'm going to be sick, I know I am-I'm so weak, you hurt me-oh, and these awful ropes are cutting into my wrists and ankles so hard-please, Henry, don't hurt me anymore, please let me go, I'm begging you humbly, can't you hear me beg you? What do I have to do to get mercy from you, please tell me, Henry!"
"Why, nothing at all, Teach baby," he grinned, slyly pinching the exquisitely tender flesh at the very beginning of the shadowy crease which cleft her tensing, reddened bottom-cheeks and making her squeal and start convulsively at the unexpected twinge of pain. "I'm the one that's going to do the work. You just hold still and take it like a good little bitch, that's all you have to do."
At this, the others burst into obscene laughter, exchanging knowing looks. Joey had taken up the camera again and was backing off so as to record the action.
"Like I said, Chrissy," Henry Ferguson now resumed after the laughter had subsided, "I don't have to use a safe because I can't give you a baby this way. I've always wanted to do this to a cute little bitch, and I sure can't resist now, not with that sexy ass of yours stuck out in my face just begging for it."
"Oh, God-what are you talking about, what are you going to do to me-for heavens sake, let me go, don't tie me like this, don't hurt me anymore, please!" Christine Bernard's voice broke with near-hysteria, and again she tried to wrench at her bonds. But the cords at her wrists and ankles held cruelly tight, and she succeeded only in chafing her sensitive limbs while at the same time providing her ruthless young captors with the exciting vision of her naked body weaving and arching, rubbing and twisting back and forth, shaken by countless convulsive tremors that raced from the sleek sinuosity of her calves along the deliciously rounding womanly thighs, up through the naked jutting globes of her spanked and condemned bottom, along her deeply hollowed back and shoulders and sides.
"I should have thought to bring some cold cream or stuff like that," he mused aloud. "Hey, I got it! Joey, get me some of those little packets of ketchup, I think it'll work on Teach!"
"I getcha!" Joey Elverson gave him a salacious wink, set down the camera and went back over to the discarded two paper bags he had brought from the drive-in. He came back smirking with self-importance as he handed Henry Ferguson one of the little ketchup packets. The stocky youth at once broke it open with his thumbnail, and then made a sign to Joey. As Christine Bernard looked back over her shoulder, her eyes widening in disbelief, the bespectacled youngster, with a nervous sensual giggle, leaned forward and, pressing his fingers on the inner curves of both buttocks, yawned them apart to expose the shrinking fissure of her anal rosette!
And now at last the heinous, loathsome and frightening intention of her violator was made manifest to mature, helpless, naked and pinioned Christine Bernard. "Ohhhhhhh!!! Oh, no, not that-oh, my God in heaven, you'll kill me-oh, this is dreadful-it's filthy, it's degenerate-you horrible pervert-you beast-no, you're not going to do that to me, no-I won't let you-let go of me-Joey, let go of me, go call the police-I can't-no I won't-oh, God-don't-no!"
But the grinning bespectacled boy continued to yawn apart her angrily discolored naked bottomcheeks, while Henry Ferguson calmly smeared some of the ketchup on his right forefinger and then, leaning forward and with narrowed eyes intently studying the exquisitely exposed, intimate terrain, deliberately smeared the lips of Christine Bernard's bottom-hole with the improvised lubricant!
A wild shriek of despair and hysterical abhorrence burst from the naked mature captive. Tilting back her head, her eyes mad with soul-despair, her face as red now as her buttocks from the shame this caused her, Christine Bernard dragged mercilessly at her bound wrists and tried to arch herself up from the table, sought frantically and with all her strength to twist her posterior away and to disengage it from those lewdly prying fingers which exposed the most shameful and intimate secret of her womanhood.
"Ohhh, nooooo!!" she shrieked as, at Henry Ferguson's sign, Joey Elverson now reluctanly moved aside and the victim's young initiator took over. "Don't do that to me, you'll hurt me, you'll kill me-oh, God, won't any of you boys have mercy on a helpless woman?"
"Relax, Chrissy," Henry Ferguson thickly chuckled, "from all I read, and from what my Uncle Dan tells me, no bitch ever died from a browning. Why, hell, bigger things have come out than what's going in right now, Chrissy baby. Just relax and don't fight it. I'll try to take it easy for starters. Now you better get ready, and you can kiss your last cherry good-bye forever!"
So saying, he sank his fingers into the angrily reddened bottomsummits and pried the globes apart to expose the shrinking, puckering rosette of Christine Bernard's virgin anus. Then, steering himself deftly, he pressed the tip of his ferociously erect penis against that dainty inlet.
Mad with shame and abhorrence and terror, the naked young woman tesisted with all her strength; lunging forward and trying to weave her hips from side to side, yanking mercilessly at her wrists in spite of the cost of pain which the chafing of the cords cost her tender flesh, tilting her face up to the ceiling and, with her mouth agape in strenuous and strident cries which mingled denunciation with abject pleas for mercy, she fought off the inevitable disaster as best she could in such hopeless circumstances.
But Henry Ferguson, a true master, however precocious, at the sadistic domination of the mature female, purposely prolonged his conquest of her final maidenhead by holding himself immobile with the tip of his organ just brushing her puckering anus. Already he could feel the onrush of new erotic fury in his testicles, and it was sweet torment for him to allow her to lunge and twist and squirm to the limit of her bonds, since this maneuvering rubbed that intimately tender and now inexorably condemned love-rosebud against the sensitized glans, and such erotic friction served to rouse him to even greater lust. A glowing triumph in this subjugation of the mature, bespectacled dark-brown-haired young woman took possession of him, and his eyes shone with a carnal joy that many a mature adult male would surely have envied him for.
At last, exhausted by her strenuous and futile efforts to escape what she could no longer prevent, Christine Bernard drooped her lovely head, her dark-brown pageboy curls tumbling to within a few inches from the dirty stone floor, and, closing her eyes, clenched her teeth in an heroic attempt to endure what she must while giving her executioner as little satisfaction as possible.
Mack, Bruce and Ben were standing almost against the table to Christine's left, staring at Henry Ferguson's imminent conquest of her final virginity. Joey had resumed the camera, standing at Henry's right, and now, at the latter's nod, set it to work once more.
His fingertips digging vigorously into the resilient, satiny, warm palpitating flesh of Christine Bernard's naked bottom-cheeks, the youth now thrust himself against that tender, furtive inlet. Christine Bernard couldn't suppress her strangled cry nor her convulsive jerking as she felt the tip of his organ rudely gouge the lips of her delicate anus apart and enter just half an inch within the narrow canal of her tender, sensitive rectum. Her teeth were chattering now, and she breathed in noisily, while she tried to keep her lips clenched to hold back the cries of pain and the appeals for mercy which she now understood her captors longed ro hear exude from her.
Never in all her life had she even conjured up the possibility that one day a male might take this kind of sexual pleasure from her flesh; certainly not willingly on her part, and therefore much less that it should now be taken from her by the force of subjugation and juvenile chastisement and degradation which had destroyed her vaunted maturity and femininity and compelled her to yield against the deepest moral strictures of her psyche to this incredible, precocious, predatory teen-ager.
"How's it feel, Hank? Is it real tight, like her twat?" Ben Elverson panted.
"It's a lot tighter!" Henry Ferguson gritted between his teeth. At the same moment, he pressed slowly forward, and this time Christine's lovely head rose, her eyes opening and widening exorbitantly, another strangled cry being torn from her by the unspeakable sensation of dilation and cramming, the like of which she had never until this moment experienced.
The muscles of her thighs and calves jerked and twitched uncontrollably now and she tried to arch herself on the toes of her stockinged feet which, straddled as they were, had to fight for purchase on the cold stone floor. This arching forward at the same time elevated her hips and thrust out her buttocks all the more wantonly to his pederastic manipulations. Moreover, it cruelly rasped her flattened naked breasts against the harsh, rough unvarnished wood of the old table to which she was bound.
Taking a deep breath, Henry Ferguson summoned all his self-control. For already he could feel the convulsive and spasmodic clenching which her sphincter made, in that protective ring which guards the very entry to the female rectal canal. Then, after a pause, he foraged forward, pressing down with his fingertips and at the same time keeping her quivering bare buttocks lasciviously drawn open so as to facilitate the penetration of his penis into her tight bottomhole.
"Oh, God-you're hurting-oh, take it out, I can't bear it-this is dreadful, you awful beast to do this to a woman-oh, my God, Henry, please, you're h-hurting me, I t-tell you, oh, please, take it out, take it out, you can-you can do the other thing to me-but for God's sake, please let me go now!" Christine Bernard suddenly moaned. Once again she turned back her piteously contorted, tear-stained and flushed face over her shoulder to beseech him for mercy and reprieve.
But this only fanned the flames of his already overwhelming lust, and it told him with a glorification of his own budding male ego that he, a seventeen-year-old boy, had conquered where no adult man ever had before. He could tell himself that no matter what befell Christine Bernard in later life, no matter what sensitive and kindly man she might marry, that man would never have the unparalleled joy of tasting all three of her virginities in a single night, never know the delicious and lewd joy of conquering her prudish feminine resistance and overcoming her haughty denunciation to the point of forcing her to submit to such demeaning ordeals.
"I'm going to put it all the way in whether you like it or not, Teach," he panted. "Just don't fight it, and it'll go in easier. Relax, and try to enjoy it. Uncle Dan says lots of girls just love it, only they haven't got the guts to admit it, especially until they've had their ass warmed by a good sound spanking the way you just did. Keep taking the movie, Joey. Only, get o couple of closeups of Teach's face every now and then, huh?"
"Right, Hank! Jeez, I'm getting so horny I wish we had another broad around here I could work out on," the bespectacled youngster gasped as he moved to the head of the table now and aimed the camera at Christine Bernard's again drooping head and tear-stained face.
Now he could feel even more strongly the convulsive "grippings" and "kissings" which her protesting sphincter muscles proffered as their only possible defense against this ruthless invader which was his surging demanding penis. And once again he had to pause to summon up his self-control, for he wanted to spin out this final act of conquest as much as possible to demonstrate to the beautiful mature victim that she could no longer have any claim to untouchable chastity and prudish aloofness.
When he was once more the master of himself, when Christine Bernard lay panting, shuddering and groaning softly over the table, his fingertips once again punishingly dug into the resilient, reddened summits of her distended bottom and at the same moment he again pressed home the attack.
With a shrill shriek, she announced this new and deeper probing of her innermost, narrow and untested tract, her hips arching and weaving while she remained obscenely harpooned by his turgid, swollen organ, whose dark-blue veins stood out against the tightly drawn skin. The improvised lubricant had begun to send a radiating kind of throbbing warmth and twinging all through her sensitive anal canal, and this added immeasurably to her distress and shame. She bowed her head, then lifted it, and turned it from side to side, her tumbled dark-brown cascade dancing from side to side as if the wind were catching it, as her body was shaken by spasms and tremors. She instinctively tried to repel this gross object which dilated the walls of her rectum almost unbearably now, by means of trying to strain as she might at stool. But he was too well planted now for that, and in turn she became even more atrociously aware of his plowing, distending ramrod which again moved forward: for by now he was buried inside of her to fully half his man-length!
"Oh, no-H-Henry-you're hurting me so-take it out of me, no more-I can't bear anymore, oh, for God's sake, do anything else you want, but please don't-take it out, oh, take it out of me right now, you hurt me so!" she wailed.
The whirring sound of the camera came vaguely to her distraught consciousness. Joey Elverson had returned to the head of the table to take closeups of her agonized, tear-stained and contorted face, then returned to the foot of the table to take an equal closeup of the cohesion between Henry-Ferguson's rampant penis and the beautiful mature victim's squirming, shuddering naked buttocks. The delicate lips of Christine Bernard's voluptuous and hitherto virginal anus seemed to be swollen in size, as if engorged with erotic blood, curling over the taut-skinned reddened shaft which was inexorably being forced into her bowels. Her stockinged toes were again fighting for purchase on the floor, and her body was subjected to a series of convulsive and nervous tremors as her over-sensitized feminine nerves reacted in shocked revulsion to this degrading penetration.
Now, feeling himself sufficiently well planted so as to be able to use his hands elsewhere on her perspiring, shuddering naked body, Henry Ferguson released her buttocks, at the same time leaning forward into her and over her, while his hands slithered along her naked, shuddering sides till they reached the sidecurves of her flattened, panting naked breasts.
"Make her lift herself up in front there, Ben," he hoarsely directed. Ben Elverson, nothing loath, hastened to the head of the table and, brutally taking hold of the tumbling sheaf of Christine Bernard's dark-brown hair, yanked it upwards mercilessly. With a scream of pain, the young woman tired to lift herself upwards, and at the same moment Henry Ferguson's hands slid under her and cupped her naked breasts. Greedily he squeezed and fondled them, rubbing his palms against their pointed centers, and then, with a groan of delight, he thrust himself home to the very hilt inside of her clenching, spasming rectal canal.
"Earrghhhhhoouuugh!!! Ohh, G-God, take it out of me, oh, you're tearing me to pieces, oh, Henry, for God's sake, I can't stand it, I'm going to die, I'm going to faint, please no more, oh, please, dear God, no more, I can't stand it, I tell you!" her voice was shrill and breaking, fraught with hysterical sobs and groans.
She twisted her face back towards him, heedless of the fact that Ben still gripped her hair and stared hungrily down at her shuddering, naked body. But Henry Ferguson was ready to cast all scruples to the four winds of heaven, for he could feel against his pelvic basin the grinding, squirming naked, warm-fleshed bottomcheeks of his beautiful captive, and best of all he could feel his entire manroot burrowed deep into her bowels, tasting the heady, perversely delicious stimulation of the frenzied convulsive spasms which her rectal walls now wreaked upon his conquering penis.
"Boy, you put it all the way into her brownie, you sure did, Hank!" Joey Elverson gasped, kneeling down and aiming the camera right at the juncture of the two bodies. "Boy, what I wouldn't give to do it to Chrissy just the way you're doing it!"
"Now, Teach," Henry Ferguson ignored this youthful adulation," it's all the way in, and you see it didn't kill you. Now just take it nice and easy, I'm going to bottom fuck you and then juice off. Like I said, you don't have to worry any, you won't get pregnant from this."
And lewd guffaws from the other boys made Christine Bernard's tear-wet cheeks flame once again with the mortifying shame of her by now complete degradation at their ruthless hands.
His fingers clutching her superb naked breasts, he leaned completely forward on her, his chin rubbing her sweating naked, beautifully hollowed bare back. Then he began to draw himself back, cautiously so as not to slip entirely out, till only about an inch of his organ remained clamped by the frantically protesting sphincter muscles just inside the lobbyway of her by now unvirgined bottomhole. As she moaned and sobbed, he thrust slowly back home till once again he was in her to his very testicles, tasting the exquisite and indescribable bliss of feeling his belly and loins grind against her jouncy, resilient naked buttocks whose uncontrollable spasms and squirmings excited him almost to bursting point.
And the heaving of her panting bare breasts which his eager fingers squeezed so possessively was still another erotically thrilling experience, cumulatively building up the many stimulations which aroused him as an adult expert of lovemaking might well be roused, not as simply a passion-ridden adolescent who can conjure up only the obvious way of obtaining sexual relief from the female.
Christine Bernard was almost delirious with shame and discomfort. Writhing, groaning and sobbing, babbling incoherent phrases as she strove to reason with him, to implore mercy, to protest that she was exhausted and could no longer endure such atrocious torment, she felt him dig brutally to the very hilt inside her distended bottomhole. By now the sensation there was excruciatingly sensitized, and she could feel every rasping shove of his tautly rigid organ as it scraped along the tender, quaking volutes of her anal chasm.
She felt his mouth move on her naked back, his lips forming panting kisses, and then the tip of his tongue rubbing her sweating, shivering bare flesh. Never before had she felt so used, the very puppet-plaything of male lust. She could not credence what was happening to her, so totally replacing all the prim illusions of marital union between the sexes in favor of this overpowering orgiastic rut which procured so many different sieges to so many parts of her helpless nakedness.
Her eyes were drowned in tears now and swollen again, as she fought for breath between sobs and gasps and babbled words while Henry Ferguson continued his delving in and out of her quaking, contracting, tenderized bottom-chasm. Her body fitfully jerked against the cords, trying to arch away, to swerve and weave, to rid herself of that probing and distending implement which seemed to split her asunder and make excruciatingly sensitive the tender membraneous canal which she had never dreamed could be so abused in copulation between man and woman. And worst of all, to know that a seventeen-year-old boy, a pupil out of her own class whom she had marked down as shy and retiring and hesitant, unable to continue an oral conversation in the classroom for very long, was the perpetrator of all these unspeakable ordeals-it was anathema to the ethos and very soul of beautiful, poised, supercilious Christine Bernard.
She heard him grunt with pleasure as once again he thrust to the very hilt, and she felt his belly smack against her still burning, throbbing naked behind. She groaned aloud, once more jerked again at her jerked wrists, and then let her head droop, conquered definitively. Her beautiful dark-brown curls fell to the left side down towards the floor, away from her tear-stained, contorted cheek. Her body shivered with erratic spasms now, for she didn't know that she was being drawn into that maw of lubricious sensuality which takes over from the most conscious prudery and, by dint of whetting especially innocent and unsuspecting feminine nerves, leads to a betrayal of the most virginal and chaste woman-flesh.
She could hear the hoarse breathing of the other boys as they crowded beside the table, and she could hear the faint whirring of the movie camera, desolately realizing that all this shameful and degrading animal act, which was like the canine coupling to a bitch in heat in season, was being preserved as a blackmailing weapon against her. She sobbed aloud to know that, and her body jerked once more.
But Henry Ferguson had reached by this time the limit of his youthful endurance. Even though the edge had been taken off by his conquest of her prime maidenhead, the excitement of forcing her to French him by means of a childish spanking and then this perverse thrill of entering her tender virginal anus clashed against his self-mastery. He began to gasp and squirm, feeling the tides of passion swell voluminously within his arching organ. Besides, the frantic contractions of her rectum against his imbedded penis would have sufficed to draw out the final burst of male essence even from the hardiest adult male! Without wishing it or knowing it, Christine Bernard's magnificent helpless naked body was beginning to respond in this coerced atmosphere of primitive lust.
But suddenly she was roused from her half-fainting, attenuated state by his sudden drawing back and then plunging forward again into her twitching, spasming and throbbing bottom-cleft. At the same time, his fingers pitilessly pinched the nippled crest of her heaving, sweating naked bosom, and then she heard him cry out in a hoarse bellow, "Oh, Jeez, I'm going to cum, Chrissy honey, I'm going to pour it into your asshole till it comes out of your ears, you sweet hot little four-eyed bitch-there-there-take it all!"
And with a last savage thrust, hiking himself a final time, Henry Ferguson released a copious jut deep into her shuddering, profaned bowels, and sagged over her, crushing her pitilessly down with his weight as his fingers clutched her shuddering breasts and taught her who was master whether she would or not.
Dark spots seemed to dance before her eyes, and the room seemed to fade into the distance, and it seemed to her that the buzzing of the voices around her was also in the background, forming a weird and inexplicable symphony of sound and color and sensation that she couldn't clearly define.
But then suddenly she uttered a sobbing, "Ohh, G-G-God!" as he suddenly pulled out of her with a noisy and salacious "Plop!" and staggered back, leaving her sprawled and tied over the table, the vestiges of his viscous sperm oozing out of her distended and puckering anus, stickying the tender crease between her buttocks and down along the inner edge of one spanking-reddened bottom-globe.
"Boy, that was really something," she heard him hoarsely boast. "Okay, you guys, untie her and let her go to the John. I bet she'll want to take a crap after that, I probably loosened it up for her, the sweet little bitch."
She felt hands against her wrists and ankles, other hands roaming along her calves and thighs, stealing up for a sly and furtive caress of her squashed-down naked breasts, but she was too weak, too emotionally and physically drained even to protest these final indignities. Then at last she felt the painful cords removed, and those same male hands pulled her to a standing position. She stood, head lolling, trembling fitfully, between Mack and Ben, who walked her slowly towards the narrow bathroom door in this basement chamber which had become the temple of her defamation and desecration.
"Oh, thank G-God-it's over-oh, I want to go home, I want to go home," she moaned feebly as Mack opened the door and, releasing her, pushed her inside and muttered, "Go ahead, tidy up good, baby, 'cause we want to see you at your best when you come back out."