Chapter 7
Brooke Squealed in delight, her eyes closed tightly and her teeth clenched as her orgasming body was pounded by Merle's heavy weight. His big cock pumped back and forth inside her with frantic haste, then spewed out a hot gushing load of semen. Merle sighed and sat up.
"She's a hot one, you guys." he laughed.
"Nice fuckin body." someone said.
"Nice tits."
"Lookit those nipples!"
"Lookit' the cunt!"
"I'm next!"
"Fuck you!"
"I'm next guys."
"Let me go." Brooke whined.
"When we're done." Someone laughed, echoed by several others. Hands grabbed her ankles, pulling them down and apart, spreading her out as another guy got into bed, kneeling between her legs. He grabbed his crotch, pulling down his pants as he bent forward and dropped his weight on her.
"Give it to her, Jackson!"
"Fuck the little whore!"
"Jam it up her cunt!"
The guy above her was a black man. Brooke's cunt gave a spasm and her eyes blurred briefly. Then she felt his hard cock slam up her cunt and she gave a loud gasp of pain and pleasure, echoed by laughter from around the room.
"She likes that big nigger cock!"
"They all do, boy!"
"Give it to her, man!"
"Lookit that cunt spread for him!"
"Rip her open!"
Brooke felt the man's cock drive deep up into her belly. She whined and jerked and pulled against the hands holding her, her mind in seventh heaven as the cock began to batter away at her cervix. She whimpered and sobbed, her ass seeking to buck up to meet his furious strokes. His hand came around behind her head and bbed her hair, pulling it cruelly as he forced her ce back and up against his. His lips mashed against hers, locking tightly as his tongue forced its way into her oral cavity. His right hand mashed and kneaded the soft firm flesh of her titty, his fingers finding her nipple and pinching it viciously.
She cried out in pain, pulling again on all four limbs, unable to free any of them, her legs were wide and her cunt open and Jackson pounded his meaty prong down into her with unrestrained violence. He reamed his cock up and down her silky pink tube, growling and cursing under his breath as his cock pulsed and throbbed inside her belly.
After about two minutes of hard fucking, he came, his sperm shooting down into her womb. He climbed off and was immediately replaced by a third guy, this one also black. He thrust into her and began to fuck as violently as Jackson, catcalls echoing around him as he bounced and rutted into the spread-eagled girl.
He came as well, then a fourth, then a fifth, then a sixth guy got aboard her and began to pump. Brooke came, and came again, her body shuddering and her chest heaving as heat poured through her body. Her grunts and whines were taken as signs of protest or pain, certainly not of pleasure.
The sixth guy poured his cum own her hole and a seventh knelt between her legs, then thrust into her. Another guy knelt at the head of the bed and jerked her head back by the hair. She grunted in pain and surprise as her head was worked way back and she found herself staring at a hard cock.
"Suck this, whore!" the guy sneered, slapping her face with the hard erect organ. He pushed the cock head against her open mouth and drove it inside. She gurgled in sudden surprise, but began to suck his cock as he held her head between his strong hands.
She sucked hungrily, revelling in her degradation, feeling slutty and cheap and whorish, grunting in happiness as she was fucked hard between the legs and in the mouth. Both guys were fucking into her with hard strokes, both jamming their cocks into her without restraint.
The cock in her mouth forced its way into her throat and she swallowed it all.
"Lookit her deep throat him!"
"Fuck me!"
"She will!"
"Wow!"
"Take it, baby! Take it!"
"Give it to her, Mike!"
"Swallow that meat, honey!"
The crowd of men laughed and shouted obscenities, eager for their turn in the grinding, humping spectacle, watching avidly as the Mike's long cock fucked in and out of the brown haired beauty's mouth.
Brooke felt the guy fucking her twat spray his seed into her, and another took his place. She sucked on the cock pumping in her throat, jerking against the hands holding her wrists as she sought to restrain his violent fucking motions.
She couldn't breath with him in her throat and she couldn't signal him or push him back. Her head became dizzy as the cock continued to fuck back and forth inside her throat tube.
"Hey asshole, she's turning' blue." someone warned.
"Take it out of her throat for a minute."
The cock slipped out of her throat and she gasped and panted in relief. The guy slipped the cockhead out of her mouth and rubbed it across her cheeks and forehead for a minute, then pushed it back into her mouth and forced it back down her throat.
Another guy took his place between her legs and began to pump his dick inside her hot, wet belly. Brooke came, jerking and thrashing wildly as she sucked both cocks into her body. The guy fucking her throat came, his gunk pouring down into her belly.
He staggered back and another took his place. Cock after cock slipped between her lips at either end of her torso. Then the dazed, weary girl was thrown over onto her belly, her limbs again stretched wide and held open by eager hands.
She felt a hard knob push against her anus and whimpered, then groaned as it thrust into her amid a chorus of cheers. The fuck tool jammed deep between her cheeks, rooting wildly in her anus. It bucked and humped, then finally managed to drive fully into her.
The guy's balls were mashed in between her ass cheeks as he stuffed her ass full of cockmeat. There was a loud upsurge in laughter and obscene comments from the watching men. Another cock pushed against her lips as her head was pulled up and then drove into her mouth.
She felt a heavy weight on her chest as the guy ass fucking her placed his hands on her to raise himself up, then began a steady, hard, deep fucking, his cock pistoning up and down her ass tube. He impaled her with his steely cock and then sent a slushing wad of cum down into her bowels.
He groaned in relief and slowly climbed off, to be immediately replaced by another. Brooke concentrated briefly on the cock fucking her face, then she felt another cock pierce her asshole and thrust down into her rectum.
A dozen more cocks raped her anus and mouth, then they shifted her onto her side and she was triply pierced three boys kneeling, one at her head, one in front of her cunt and one behind her ass. They rutted their cocks into her body amid a hail of cheering and laughter, grinding her between them as they all came off one by one.
Three more took their place, then three more after that. Brooke came several more times, each one making her weaker than before, each one draining the life out of her. Her weary body was being repeatedly pummelled by hips, cocks, bellies, being roughly squeezed, fondled and molested by countless hands and fingers, and shoved prodded and twisted continuously.
Cum filled her mouth, her throat and her belly, her cunt and anus were filled with syrupy semen. Her belly, ass cheeks, face, and chest were covered in wet or half dried gunk.
She was placed on her hands and knees while more boys fucked her cunt, asshole and mouth, then she was pulled off and onto someone's lap, his cock up in her asshole. Another guy knelt in front of her, his cock sliding up and down her cleavage as the guy behind her squeezed her tired, sore titties together around it.
The cock fucking her tits pushed upward against her mouth on each hard thrust and her head was shoved downward to meet it. The cock thrust into her mouth, sawing back and forth between her titties as the head popped back and forth in her mouth.
The guy behind her bucked and bounced up and down, his fuck-spike reaming out her anus as he laughed and giggled along with the others. Then the guy fucking her tits came, spewing more gobs of white sperm into her cleavage and onto her face.
Another guy took his place, rutting into her tit meat and her mouth. He sawed his cock in and out for long minutes, then pulled his cock away, fisting and squeezing it as he held the head inches from her face, his sperm sprayed out into her face, showering her from forehead to chin with its hot, simmering juice.
Wads of cum poured into her asshole as the guy behind her came too, then she was lifted off him, dragged upright, then held by many hands. They turned her horizontally, holding her in mid-air as someone stepped between her legs and lunged into her.
He jammed his cock into the depths of her box, then held still as the hands holding her jerked her back and forth against his cock, he came inside her, as did another, and another, and another. Then she was being carried down the hallway, and then down the stairs, the guys laughing and joking and chanting an obscene song. She was raised high into the air, hands supporting her from beneath as they paraded her around what was left of the party.
Brooke caught startled but appreciative looks from some of the guys, other looks, some angry, some amused, some envied from the few girls. They carried her out the back door and dropped her on the grass, where she landed hard and sprawled semiconscious.
A dozen or more gathered around her, holding their cocks. She could barely even see, her eyelids coated with sticky cum. A stream of liquid sprayed out onto her belly, followed by a second, then a third.
One stream splattered against her face and she smelled the acrid scent of urine. More streams splashed against her tits and cunt and face as she raised her trembling, shaking hands, trying to ward off the smelly, foul tasting stuff.
She whined and whimpered, twisting and turning, trying to escape the streams hitting her from all directions. It was no use, for streams of piss hit her everywhere. One guy grabbed her piss soaked hair and pulled her head back, then three separate streams of piss splashed continuously into her face as he held her in place.
Pissing on the bedraggled girl excited the young men to an incredible degree, and most had no sooner emptied their beer swollen bladders than gotten hard-ons again. They pumped their fists on their erections and as more and more guys took their turns spraying her with their piss, spurting wads of white semen joined them.
Brooke woke some hours later. She had no idea what time it was. She was in a garbage can, her ass hanging free down inside as the edge cut into the backs of her knees and her armpits. She raised her exhausted head and looked around, trying to piece together where she was and what had happened.
After numerous attempts, she managed to get out of the garbage can, but only by overbalancing the can and making it fall on its side. She crawled out and lay on her belly on the grass for some time, then, very slowly, utterly exhausted, she gathered up her clothes, which were lying beside the garbage can, dressed and staggered down the street to her car.
She made it home in one piece, somehow. She must have driven by pure instincts for very little of her mind was present to guide her. She made it upstairs too, only falling a few times, then staggered into the bathroom, stripped, and fell into the shower.
Hot water poured down onto her for long, long minutes, washing off the crusted cum and taking away most of the acrid urine scent. She turned the water to cold, gasping as the water sent a shock through her system. It woke her up a little, though.
She stepped out of the shower, gathered her smelly clothes and, dripping water, padded down the hall to her room. She dumped her clothes into the garbage chute, then quietly opened her door and went inside. Robin was asleep luckily. She grabbed her robe, towel, shampoo and soap, and went back to the bathroom.
She soaped up and washed off, then repeated that three more times, scouring half her skin away in the process. She finally was satisfied and staggered out of the shower, dried herself, and made her way back to her room.
Once there, she dumped her things and crawled naked into bed, falling asleep instantly. Long into the night, her dreams were filled with lewd carnal images of naked flesh and hard bulging erections, of white streams of cum and hard mind numbing orgasms.
She lay in bed for much of the next morning, thinking about what had passed. Her reputation might be irretrievably lost, yet still her loins pulsed with heat when she recalled the hard sexual mauling she'd received. She had to fight down an urge to go over again and experience a repeat.
Her eyes shone with wonder at the orgasmic peaks she had reached, at the penultimate release of body and soul, of the freeing of all earthly inhibitions, the freedom to indulge her body's lusts and desires without shame or hesitation.
She felt every inch of her body bursting with life, no matter the bruises and aches. She felt like she was glowing with happiness and sensual beauty. She didn't even think about her studies, her mind instead consumed with thoughts of bodily lusts and pleasures.
As if in a dream, she got out of bed and dressed, whispering to herself as she thought about the performance she had put on the night before, and the one she would put on tonight. She breezed out the door and down the hall, whistling a glad tune.
She drove a few blocks down the street and stopped, getting out and going into the sex shop. The hard faced blonde was behind the counter. The store was empty and she was reading a book. She looked up as Brooke entered, her eyes opening with surprise.
Brooke went around the counter and kissed the woman on the lips, meeting a slight hesitation, then growing passion. The woman's hands slid up onto her breasts, squeezing them hard as their lips melted together.
"What's your name?" Brooke gasped, breathlessly.
"Anne. You can call me Mistress Anne." the women said, her voice hard and deep, her eyes narrow and hungry.
"I'm a dirty little slut." Brooke sighed.
"I know." Mistress Anne gripped her upper arm and led her back through the curtain. The old man was sitting there reading a paper. Anne nodded her head towards the front and he nodded in return, standing up and going out.
Brooke was wearing a pair of knee high boots and a trench coat, and nothing else. She took off the coat and let it fall behind her, her breathing harsh and her eyes bright and wide. Anne's eyes narrowed and her lips turned upward in an appreciative grin.
She grabbed Brooke in a tight embrace, mashing her lips down against the brunette's as she pushed her hard against a wall. She gripped Brooke's left thigh, lifting her legs, shoving it back against the wall as she ground her pelvis into Brooke's crotch. Then she pulled back, pulling Brooke after her, going up a narrow flight of wooden stairs.
The emerged in a small dark hallway and Anne pulled her along and into a room. Brooke looked around the room curiously. It looked pretty much like a normal room, with some dressers and a bed and a few chairs.
Anne gripped her by the hair, jerking her head back. Brooke whined in pain, reaching back, but Anne slapped her hands away, then shoved her against a wall. She jammed her shoulder into Brooke's back, holding her in place, then fished inside a drawer of a nearby dresser and pulled out a pair of handcuffs.
She clicked them around Brooke's wrists, holding them together at the small of her back, then she pulled her away from the wall, twisting her around and shoving her down on her knees on the floor before a recliner.
Anne took off her top and shoes, leaving on the tiny leather skirt, and then stepped into a pair of long, spike heeled boots. Then she put her leather vest on again next to her skin. She donned a pair of long, shiny leather gloves that extended to her elbows, and flexed her fingers.
She turned and fished in a dresser drawer and came out with what looked like a length of chain. She came over to Brooke and fastened a loop around Brooke's throat and the brunette recognized it as a choke chain, something used on large dogs. Her pussy burned with anticipation.
Anne grinned tauntingly, then sat on the recliner, looking down at Brooke. In her right hand she held the leash, in her left... a riding crop. Again, Brooke's cunt gave a hard flare-up of heat and her guts twisted.
"Dirty cunt." Anne sneered.
"Yes, Mistress Anne." Brooke sighed.
"Filthy piece of shit."
Brooke bowed her head.
"Have you been fucked hard lately, little slave?"
"Yes, Mistress Anne."
"Really? When?"
"Last night, Mistress Anne."
"How many times?"
"I don't know, Mistress Anne."
"You don't know? Why not?"
"There were so many of them."
Then she had to tell Anne all about last night. She described the multiple cocks stuffed into her mouth and cunt and asshole, while the hard faced blonde woman sat back and rubbed her pussy, listening intently. When she got to the part about being sprayed with piss and cum, Anne pulled her skirt off and spread her legs, lifting them up onto the arms of the chair.
"That's just what you deserve, whore. Maybe I'll piss on you myself. Would you like that?"
"I'll do anything you want, Mistress Anne."
Anne jerked on the collar, tightening the chain around the girl's throat so she couldn't breath. Anne held the chain up, nearly strangling the brunette.
"I didn't ask you that, slut girl. I asked if you'd like me to piss on you."
"Yes Mistress." Brooke gurgled.
"Then maybe if you're good, I will. Now lick my pussy, and do a good job."
Brooke leaned forward, bringing her face in against the blonde woman's cunt, then began to excitedly tongue her slit, running her oral organ up and down the slit, pushing as deeply as it would go, sliding up to the top and working against the clitty.
Anne pulled her pussy lips apart and Brooke rasped her tongue against the clit, lapping like a dog, then shoving her face in hard and rasping firmly against the little nub. Anne held the chain near Brooke's throat, tightening it now and then.
She slid the end of the riding crop over Brooke's long, bare back, slapping just a little. Each slap sent a burst of sharp pain and even sharper excitement into the demented brunette, who responded by licking harder and harder.
Anne arched her back, wiggling her ass on the chair, humping up against the pretty girl's face. Her legs were drawn up and spread wide, her feet jerking in mid-air. She slapped the crop down harder on Brooke's back, her feet bouncing hard each time the crop slapped against the white skin.
Brooke groaned and gasped each time the crop landed, shoving her face harder still into the soft white flesh, mashing her face against Anne's crotch, shoving her nose into the slit, pushing her tongue deep into the sopping hole a she scooped out the older woman's love juices.
Her wrists pulled hard at the cuffs and she twisted her head around, bringing pressure on the choke chain. Anne began to grunt and gasp in pleasure, humping her cunt up, grinding her loins into Brooke's face. She slapped the crop harder still on Brooke's back, bringing yelps of pain from the girl.
Then she came, cum pouring down her slushy cunt and into Brooke's waiting mouth. Brooke lapped joyously, sucking in everything she could get at, then lapping her tongue all over Anne's crotch to get at the rest. Finally, she stuffed her tongue deep into the pink flesh, cleaning out Anne's cunt box.
Anne watched her narrowly, jerking on the chain every now and again. "Dirty cunt. Filthy little dog bitch!"
"Yes, Mistress Anne."
"You're nothing but a cunt that walks, aren't you. You're a big piece of fuck meat."
"Yes, Mistress Anne."
Anne sat forward, gripping the girl's hair and jerking her against her, pulling her across her lap until her softly rounded buttocks stared up at her. She fondled the soft cheeks with her hand as the other held the long hair in a tight grip.
"Nasty little girl." she hissed. She brought her hand up then slashed it down again, cracking her gloved palm against Brooke's ass cheeks. Brooke felt the sharp pain burn into her ass. She cried out, her legs jerking.
Anne brought her hand down again, the soft leather making a loud CRACK! as it hit Brooke's ass cheek. Brooke yelped again as another burning stab of pain shot into her. She wept lightly, her body trembling as the hand cracked down again and again.
Soon her entire ass was afire, yet the fire was a dull background throbbing, brought to screaming life each few seconds as another blow landed on the now very read ass cheeks.
"Bad girls need to be spanked, don't they?" Anne growled.
"Ye... yes... Mis... Mistress Anne." Brooke gasped as Anne jerked back on her hair. Anne slapped her hand down again, and Brooke's body again jerked in response.
"You're lucky I'm being nice, little slave. If I used the riding crop you'd have a reason to scream." She slapped her hand down on the dark red flesh again.
"Dirty whore!" she sneered. Brooke squealed as Anne stiffened two fingers and abruptly stabbed them deep into her cunt pit. She squirmed helplessly as Anne rubbed the fingers around inside her cunt pit, then pulled them back out and examined them. She held them down against Brooke's nose for her to see the coating of fuck butter.
"Slutty little girl. Getting off on my spanking, eh? Maybe I should use the crop, or maybe a horse whip. That'd take the flesh off that hot little ass of yours."
She shoved Brooke off her lap and the girl tumbled in a heap to the floor. Anne stood up then, pulling the chain and almost strangling the brunette as she pulled her across the floor. She hauled her up onto her knees, then pushed her spiked boot heel against her back and shoved her face down against the rug.
"Raise that ass, girl!" she barked. "Spread those legs. That's it!" Brooked trembled and shook, anticipating the harsh cruel bite of the riding crop on her already sore, burning ass cheeks.
Anne moved around behind her and she was afraid to raise her head and turn around. Then she felt the older woman kneel behind her. Something hard pushed against her buttery cunt opening, then thrust forward.
She grunted as the thing, a thick round thing, slid deeper and deeper into her fuck hole. She sighed and closed her eyes as it filled her, driving to the very base of her fuck box and mashing hard against her cervix.
"Like that, don't you, slave girl?"
"Ye... yes, Mistress." Brooke groaned.
She felt the hard dildo sliding back and forth inside her syrup filled cunt tunnel, and grunted as it thrust deep into her again. At its deepest, she felt Anne's crotch pressing against her ass cheeks and knew the woman was wearing one of those strap-on dildos she'd seen out in the store.
"I just love fucking slutty little slave girls." Anne growled, thrusting hard and fast.
Her globed hands roughly fondled Brooke's sore ass cheeks, then slid along her side, stroking and massaging the flesh of her lower, then upper back, then moving around to gently stroke the sides of her breasts. She pumped the dildo steadily, grunting in time with the hard thumping blows of the dildo's head against Brooke's cervix.
Her hands then slid beneath Brooke's breasts and squeezed harshly, her fingers mashing deeply into the soft meat. Brooke groaned, her titties still sore from their harsh treatment the other day. Anne crushed the mammaries still harder, the leather flicking painfully across the sharp little nipples.
Brooke broke into tears, deep gut wrenching sobs racking her body, then she came, her ass bucking back against Anne's thrusting dildo. She gasped and grunted and wept, tears pouring down her cheeks as fuck honey bubbled out of her twat slit.
Anne jerked back on the choke chain, half strangling her as she pulled the girl's head off the floor, then back against her. She shoved forward on Brooke's back at the same time as she pulled the chain, bowing the slender back like a reed.
Brooke kept cumming, her body shuddering under a massive onslaught of ecstatic hammer blows of pleasure. The hard dildo was pistoning in and out of her slit as Anne's hips slapped against her sore ass cheeks. Her head swam as the air was choked out of her, and the orgasm seemed to swell and grow, bursting over her to consume her like a fire burst devouring paper.
Then Anne dropped the leash and she fell back to the floor gasping and shaking, her chest heaving as she fought for breath.