Chapter 9
Months had passed since Eddy had tracked Ann down at the Bollington mansion.
Strange months that had turned love to hate and hate to a strange type of perverted passion .
It was an unusual kind of nightclub, like a speakeasy back in the days of Prohibition. The tables were set back in alcoves. The lighting was dim. It was difficult to detect the features of the patrons at the next table over.
There was a stage in the middle of the room that was draped in black. A bare scaffolding stood on it. Light filtered down to it from directly above.
While the audience watched, a young blonde girl was dragged protesting up to the stage by two muscular young men dressed in loin clothes. The girl wore a plain orange tunic that was torn at one shoulder, exposing the ripe globe of one large tit. The men were grinning at her as they pulled her onstage. Her long blonde hair was already disheveled from her struggle. It flew around her face
now as they lead her to the scaffolding.
"No, noooo," she moaned. "What are you doing to me? Please. I haven't hurt you."
"Shut up, bitch," the man with the dark penetrating eyes told her. "You may as well quit fighting.
We've got you, baby, and you're going to get yours."
The girl's face contorted with terror. They had placed her right in the center of the simple rigging, and were tying her wrists to the crossbeam above. It was a little high, and she had to raise herself on her toes slightly to ease the strain on her arms.
"Pleeee-ze!" she mewled. "Please don't do this to me! Agghhh, it hurts!"
"Oh come on, baby," the blond-headed man said. "You can take it. We know that."
Satisfied that she was securely tied, the two men stepped back to observe their handiwork. The dark one reached out and grabbed her tunic. He pulled it from her with one harsh, determined rip.
"Oooohh!" she moaned.
A soft sigh seemed to pass through the room as the audience observed the lush nakedness of the young, bound woman.
Her breasts, so full and round, stood up higher than ever with her arms held over her head. Her tummy was firm and smooth. Her hips flared invitingly. They framed the soft, curled vee of her pussy triangle.
The blond man stepped forward, and without warning, shoved his finger far up into the girl's defenseless cunt.
"Oococlhh!" she gasped. "Please . . . please don't do this to me! My arms they're hurting! Please untie me! Oooohhh!" Tears trickled down her cheeks as she spoke. The humiliation and pain of her position were obviously more than the teenager could bear.
Heedless to her cries and protests, the men began to fondle her lush nakedness with hot, eager, intimate caresses. Their fingers pinched the firm rubbery peaks of her breasts. They roamed over her belly. They shoved up into her cunt and her asshole at random.
"No, nooo, nooooo!" she wailed. "Stop! Aaaggghhh, you're hurting me!"
As the two men worked their hands over her lush young body, their cocks gradually grew until they became swollen, rock-hard weapons.
The blond man stood behind the girl and held her against him. He ran his cock obscenely back and forth between her ass-cheeks. A cruel little smile indicated he relished her cries of terror.
"Oh gawd, no! What are you going to do?"
She wasn't long in finding out.
The forward thrusts of the man's loins became more and more insistent, until it became obvious he intended to fuck her this way. He pulled her ass farther back, so she was tilted a little, her cunt more open to him. His cock began to shove more directly upward, obviously trying to bury itself in a
warm wet hole.
At last it succeeded.
"Oooohhh... aaagggghhhh, noooo!" the girl wailed. "It hurts . . . arrrggghh, it's too big! Stop, please stop!"
Her cries were urgent and frenzied. But it was obvious she didn't have a hope in hell of evading her fate.
Up, up, up the big blond sent his turgid prick until it battered against the sensitive tip of her cervix. Then he began to move his cock rhythmically in and out of her warm clenching hole. He began to match his tempo to her chants of protest.
"No, no, no, no you mustn't! You're hurting me! Oh gawd, it's so big! Sooo big! Uhhh, hhnhh, please, please!"
While the other man was establishing his excited fucking pace, the darker male stood in front of the teenager and helped hold her. She was powerless against their combined strength. But he seemed to relish the look in her eye. He himself looked as though he would have liked to devour her whole.
"Bitch, cunt!" he spat at her. Then he climbed up on the scaffolding to a small platform that was even with her waist. He kneeled on it, facing the girl. The swaying bloated tip of his cock pointed menacingly at her face. He reached down and grasped it at the base.
"You ready for this now, baby?" he asked her. "You like a little cock in your mouth while you're getting your greedy pussy filled up?"
"No, no . . . mmmpphhh!" Her outraged cries were quickly cut short by the invading girth of a swollen cock in her mouth.
"There. . . there, you like that, cunt?" He slapped her briskly on the side of the head. "Now start sucking. Start making it feel good . . . real good . .
While the other man continued to fuck her tirelessly from behind, she obediently began to suck the dark-eyed man's cock. She seemed genuinely afraid of him, yet the hot eager caresses her mouth was dealing his swollen cock indicated a passion too.
For there was passion.
Though she was still mewling and sobbing, her tone no longer indicated protest. Rather it was more the sound of a hungry baby babbling contentedly at its mother's tit.
Her ass-cheeks were beginning to churn invitingly back to the man behind her. He took his opportunity, and shoved his prick even farther up into her thoroughly moistened pussy.
"That's the way, baby," he said. "Oooo-eee, sweet cunt! You sure are a tight greedy piece of ass!
Your little twat feels like it ain't never going to let me go!"
He grabbed her hips firmly and fucked hard up into her. His breathing was coming in deep gasps.
"Ooooohh, baby!" he grunted.
"Mmmm, mmm," she groaned passionately. Though there was no doubt that her bound position must be painful, she seemed thoroughly engrossed in the perverse titillation of her lewd double ravishment.
The atmosphere in the room seemed strangely quiet. All that could be heard was the sluicing sound of the blond man's cock invading her cunt, and her primitive cries and groans.
She worked avidly on the prick in her mouth while she moved her ass as much as she could in rhythm with the fucking.
From the frightened child she had seemed when she was first brought in, she now seemed a totally matured woman-hungry and determined to get she needed.
"Oooohh, uuuhhh, mmmmm!" She tried to struggle free of the cock in her mouth to speak, but the darker man's hands held her down.
"Keep sucking, bitch!" he ordered her contemptuously.
Obediently, she did as she was told.
Though the bonds binding her wrists over her head in fact gave her no choice.
Both men seemed to have reached a high plane of erotic frenzy. Their well-muscled buttocks flexed rhythmically at a faster and faster pace as they struggled to find satisfaction.
"Oh baby, that cunt of yours is going to do it for me!' the blond man told her. "Suck, suck, suck, bitch!" the other said.
The frantic speed continued for several long moments while the tense erotic atmosphere became heavy as lead.
"Jee-zuz, I'm cumming-g!" the blond man grunted between clenched teeth. "Ahhh, shit, me too!" his companion cried.
Fitfully they ground their loins against her, working out the brutal passion of their lust. Though she was not able to speak, the animal throb of her cries and the movements of her ass indicated she was cumming too.
The lewd scenario was frozen for a moment, as the threesome recovered from their orgasms. It was a strangely erotic live sculpture.
Then the lights went out.
The show was over.
Backstage, the blond man, whose name was Ken, patted the girl on the back and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. "Good performance, Ann. Youre a great little actress."
She sat wrapped in a shocking-pink robe, her hair still disheveled, a glass of straight Scotch in one hand, a cigarette in the other.
She smiled her slow sultry smile. "What makes you think I was acting, Ken?" He looked slightly stunned.
"Well .'. . the build-up stuff. You sure as hell are no frightened virgin. And you sure did know what we were going to do with you."
"Yeah, that's true," she replied. "But that other bastard, you know. He scares me." She bit her lip nervously and glanced quickly over at the other side of the room where the hawk-eyed man was sitting alone.
"He's nuts, you know, Ken? He hates me, but he has to be with me. Cam you figure that one out?"
"Sure. .. sure I can, baby." He looked a little sad. "And what about you? You're with him too."
"I've tried to get away, Ken. Honest I have. He follows me everywhere. I want to be friends with him. He's a nice guy. I . . .I used to . . . love him once. I just wish I knew what he wanted from me now."
Eddy sipped slowly on his coffee.
He didn't mind being alone. He had plenty to do with his time. Think. And wait.
One of these days, he'd figure out what he was waiting for.
Or maybe that just meant doing what he couldn't yet bring himself to do . .