Chapter 16
Ann sat before the table for a long moment looking at the thin brown cigarettes and pondering Sidney's words. "The gentleman is a brutal pig ... you may need the consolation," kept spinning through her confused mind until she reached slowly forward and picked up one from the small silver tray. She knew better than to stop and think about it-she would never be able to go through with it-she would suddenly give way to revulsion as she had done with Max last night and her last chance of getting that envelope would be gone forever and with that all her chances for a decent life again with Dave.
She lit one and took a deep, deep drag, feeling again the familiar sweet pungent taste, the biting in her throat, and the deep burning within her lungs. She held it long until the burning sensation gradually changed to one of soothing calm, slowly relaxing her tense, frayed nerves. She still sat before the mirror as she smoked, and with each pull from the thin, burning tube, she could see her own vision becoming more clear. Sidney had done her hair well and she studied the long soft strands that he had combed out to fall so loosely to her shoulders. It was fascinating to study it in detail-she had never seen it quite so clearly before.
She had never really seen anything so clearly before except the last time in Tijuana. She could sense ecstatically the smoke going deeply into her when she inhaled. Her chest expanded to proportions she had never thought possible. She placed the cigarette in the ash tray and cupped her hands under her breasts. Pushing them up so she could see them closer, rolling the nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, tweaking them into hardness in spite of a slight soreness from Max's attack. They were beautiful, more beautiful than she had really noticed before and her gradual massaging was causing them to rise into creamy white firmness that would not have looked out-of-place on a marble goddess. The nipples quivered before the attack of her rapidly teasing forefingers and protruded high and proud from the quivering orbs held into the air by her palms.
She drew further from the tantalizing weed, holding it long-long-until it felt as though her lungs would burst from the delicious pressure being exerted upon them-glass on the table-a hairpin-she could feel within herself anything she concentrated upon-the evil weed again took its toll upon the logic of her mind.
Even the soothing effect of the two hashish cigarettes she smoked didn't prepare Ann for the shock she received a few minutes later when Mr. Jason entered the room. She had thought she was prepared for the worst. She curled up in one of the chairs to wait, resigning herself, with the aid of the drug, to another round of humiliation and anguish. She had watched the envelope dangling above-still an eternity away. She had heard the key in the door and felt the fear rising in her throat as it slowly began opening.
There were two of them. One, Mr. Jason himself, looked like a weasel, his eyes close-set, feral. Mr. Jason was a small man with the sharp, evil look of a Chicago gangster. There was a certain coldness in his eyes as though he didn't have a human emotion in his small, wiry body. His companion looked like the typical bodyguard and was one of the hugest men she had ever seen. He must have been six and a half feet tall and weighed at least two-hundred and eighty pounds. It was all muscle, too.
"Well, what have we here, my boy?" Mr. Jason whistled at his companion, as his eyes roamed lustfully over the naked curves of Ann's young, full body. "Old Max can really pick 'em. This'll be the easiest job he's ever given us."
"Yeh, boss, he really can," the huge man answered in a thick eastern accent. "She looks like a tender one."
"She looks like just my style, Shorty," she small man said to the big one. "I don't know if there'll be anything left for you when I get through."
"Aw Boss, save a little. I can't pass this up."
"We'll see, boy, we'll see. Let's find out what she's made of first. Get me that long black flicker from the wall."
As the horrified girl watched, the big man went to the rack and unlocked it, taking a long black whip back to the other without saying a word to her. Jason made several trial cracks with it and then advanced on her.
"See this, dolly," he spat at her in his thick Eastern accent. "I hope I don't have to use it too much. Max said you might be a little hesitant to play my kinda games."
Ann quivered in the chair, too frightened to move in spite of the inhibition-killing effect of the hashish. She knew she had to act the parts they desired or Max, behind the mirror, would never start the clock and she just had to get it going again and end this horrible ordeal before she lost her mind.
"Get on the floor and crawl for awhile, sweetie," he said, beaming a sly look at his eagerly smiling companion. "I wanna see it all shake."
Ann quickly slumped to the floor by the chair on all fours and began moving in the humiliating position across the softness of the rug, afraid of the long black whip held menacingly in his hand.
"Faster, faster, you little bitch, Max said we was to teach you a little respect and we can't disappoint him, now can we?" he snarled at her and suddenly flicked the whip cracking across the room to catch her with just the tip on her left buttock.
Ann groaned piteously from the stinging pain and jumped to follow his commands more quickly now. She was sobbing under the utter degradation she was being subjected to, and worse, the humiliation of knowing there were others watching her every move from behind the huge mirror, satisfaction in the knowledge that she had led her Julia was probably there too, smirking with herself-into this. God only knew how many others watched this subjugation to these two inhuman monsters Max had brought to humiliate her. She was moving like an automaton now, following the harsh commands as quickly as she could to avoid the singing lash that would snake through the air when she was just a little slow in carrying them out. Her buttocks were raw from the welts that had been inflicted upon them-and with each further move she could feel the unbearable pain grow greater.
"Here, Shorty," Jason suddenly said after he had driven her around the room several times on her knees. "Sit down on the chair over there, I'm gonna let you stretch those little lips for me. They don't look big enough to take a real cock."
Shorty snorted eagerly, and taking off his coat, reclined back in one of the ermine covered easy chairs by the bed.
"Now come on, baby. Give Big Daddy there some of those sweet little lips."
She hesitated for just a second and the cruel lash sung through the air landing on her back with a harsh whacking sound. She jumped and almost leaped toward him on her hands and knees. He straightened his legs and spread them apart so she could crawl between, sliding down in the chair at the same time so that just his buttocks were resting on the forward edge. As Ann crawled between them he tangled his hands in her long blonde hair and pulled it down, grinding his crotch up at the same time against her face so that she could feel the hardness of his already-erect penis beneath the rough material of his pants. She closed her eyes in bitter submission, determined through her drugged haze that she would go through with it without a fight.
"Pull it out for me, chick," he hissed through leering lips, twisting her hair in his hands until Ann thought he would rip it from her head by the roots.
She reached forward hurriedly to do his bidding, anxious to escape the lash in the hands of Jason. She knew he was just waiting for the slightest excuse to punish her and she moved desperately to please them, fumbling with the zipper on his pants to release the giant throbbing cock underneath.
"Hurry it up, hurry it up," Jason shouted cruelly from behind her when she had difficulty in unzipping his fly. "Shorty's gonna cum in his pants before you even get there."
Finally, after she fumbled for another moment, the huge fleshy instrument burst into the air through the unzipped fly. Shorty grabbed her hand and wrapped it around the thick cudgel skinning it back so that the giant red-fleshed head popped out from the thick foreskin a scant few inches from her bulging eyes. Then, Shorty's hands were at her lips, opening her mouth, and the soft spongy flesh of his cock rubbed lightly against her teeth. She could see down the full length of the rigid member. It must have been as large as the one on the machine, a full eight inches long. She hesitated a moment, sickened by the thought of her mouth being used again as a receptacle of lust by a total stranger and of the lewd sperm he was going to pump down her unwilling throat but again the whip lashed through the air causing her to gasp for breath in pain. As her lips parted to suck in the cool air expelled by the sudden shock of pain in her quivering buttocks the thick pole of flesh rammed forward into the moist saliva of her mouth. She could feel the gland of the giant head sliding wetly up the full length of her tongue inside, the tiny droplets of lubricating fluid seeping from it filling the warm cavern between her cheeks with its pungent salty taste.
The hips on the chair began a slow undulation, the thick cock sliding in and out of her mouth with a wet sucking sound guided by his large meaty hands gripped tightly in her hair.
Jason moved close to them to watch the puffing of her cheeks as Shorty pushed up between her clasping lips. His grin widened with each grunt the big man made ramming into her helplessly trapped face. He dropped the whip on the floor by her kneeling body and ran his small rough hands over the smooth ivory flesh, allowing them to rove beneath to her full round breasts that pointed to the floor, tweaking and twisting the small buds of her nipples into hardness; then, running them back up the sides of her body over the hour-glass curves of her waist and hips. His fingers kneaded her flesh hungrily as he watched his companion's thick sword of flesh sawing into Ann's wide-stretched lips. It was an exciting picture, the kneeling girl's helpless face being held tight between the two huge hands, and a giant penis forcing its way in and out between her red, straining lips as she groaned in submission between his legs below.
Ann could feel the fingers crawling over her naked body as her head rose up and down on the thick shaft protruding before her. She could see small tufts of dark pubic hair curling out around the base where it left the open fly. Her mind wandered in drugged semi-conscious thought-nothing mattered anymore except to get this horrible ordeal over with and to get it over with she had to please her cruel tormentors and the spectators with Max behind the two-way mirror. She had to-she could never rest again until the packet of pictures still dangling high over the bed were safely in her hands and she had destroyed forever the lewd secret of her adultery.
She began sucking to please, running her tongue wetly around and around the slimy lubricated head and flicking the tip teasingly into the tiny open slit of the moist gland until she could feel it throbbing as though it had a life of its own and would erupt at any moment into a great gushing fountain of sperm that would flow into her mouth and throat in a never ending stream of memory. A memory she could never forget as long as she lived-it would stay with her forever and forever blotting out her chances for happiness until she died and her body had rotted in the grave-but she would not let it destroy Dave; he would never know the horrors she had gone through because of that one night of weakness and rape. She would protect him from it with all she had-and all she had left now was her body. A body at the mercy of Max and whomever he chose to enjoy its secret pleasure. She would show them, drummed through her hashish-hazed mind, she would show them she could please, she would make them start the pictures descending again no matter what they demanded of her. They wanted her to be a whore, she would be a whore! They wanted her to suck, she would suck! They wanted her to fuck, she would fuck!
Her tortured, drugged mind droned on senselessly, the very helplessness of her position excusing away the weird masochistic sensations again arising erotically in her belly.
Her head bobbed up and sown slavishly over the thick shaft of flesh now, sucking to end it, sucking to draw the thick milky semen from it until she killed him. Shorty groaned and twisted above her, raining obscenities down at the top of her bobbing, blonde head and watching with delight the oval shaped lips straining at this genital as though it were a stick of peppermint candy fed to a starving child. Jason played at her keeling form like a sex-crazed fiend, running his hands brutally over the milky softness of her flesh, twisting and squeezing it until small red welts appeared behind the path of his hands wherever they touched. Groaning, the wetness of his lips dropped to her naked back, slobbering a path along her spine that sent shivers running to the tips of her laboring breasts quivering under her kneeling body. They descended down toward the crevice of her buttocks which his hands had already pulled wide apart, his fingers curling down and rummaging in the wet slit of her vagina between the warm hair-lined lips that now throbbed involuntarily in time to the cock sliding in and out of her mouth.
He moistened the tip of his middle finger from the wetness of her cunt and slowly stroked it up the crevice toward her tight, tiny anus, mumbling incoherently in the excitement of having this young, voluptuous body twisting under the probings of his hands. The tip of his finger, slippery from her vaginal juices, circled teasingly around the tight nether ring guarding the entrance to her rectum for a moment and then with a sudden thrust sank deep inside.
Ann jerked forward from the unexpected digging pain and Shorty thrust up again, impaling her mouth deeper on the fleshy shaft until she felt as though it would choke her to death. He gagged slightly at the choking entry, struggling to regain her breath. It came in a great gasping sound as she sucked in her breath from the pressure of the long thin finger digging deep into her asshole. Grunts of protest escaped from around the tightness of her lips as he dug deeper and deeper expanding the tightness of her rectum until she thought she would faint from the cruel probe.
Her concentration on her skewered anus was short-lived as she felt a sudden tightening of the hands holding her head down on the long thick cock. Shorty's pelvis began jerking wildly and ramming the fleshy member deeper and deeper into her sucking mouth. She could feel it throbbing against the warm, slimy insides of her cheeks and tongue and she knew this was it. He was going to cum in her mouth, the ultimate humiliation was being forced upon her.
But she wanted to get it over with. She wanted to end the degradation that would take her one step closer to her goal of freedom from the evil pictures dangling over the bed. She sucked hungrily, her mouth salivating as it never had before as Jason behind stretched and pulled at the tight puckered ring of her rectum, chuckling his obscene observations lewdly to himself as he played at will in the white fleshy confines of her wet upturned crevice.
Shorty groaned above her flailing head and rammed deep into her throat, holding her head in the prison of his heavy hands like a steel band. His cock began a sudden jerking motion and spewed with a vengeance the hot jets of his cum deep into her throat. Ann groaned as she continued sucking and her adam's apple bobbed in rapid rhythm, swallowing the gushing sperm squirting hotly into the warm moistness of her mouth. She clasped her lips in a tight elastic ring around the jerking instrument, swirling her tongue around and around the throbbing head. She wanted to suck it dry, to hurt him, to punish him for the bitter humiliation he was forcing upon her. His groans of pleasure, mistaken by her for pain, incited her to greater effort. It continued for an almost eternity and she thought it would never end until finally the hands clamped at the sides of her head fell away and the giant throbbing cock gave one last hot spurt of its depleted seminal fluid and stopped. The finger in her expanded rectum popped out and Jason pushed her forward.
"Lick him clean," he commanded hoarsely.
Ann followed his command quickly, anxious to end it. She began at the base where the tiny tufts of pubic hair protruded from his fly and began to lick around it twirling the tip of her tongue into the thin sticky streams that had escaped the tightness of her lips. She could feel it jerking slightly under the easing ministrations and licked to complete her degrading task before it sprang to life again. A moment later, it extended clear of all escaped cum, glistening and wet from her saliva. She watched, her eyes inches away, as it slowly deflated and sank to softness.
"Man, that was something," Shorty breathed above, looking down at a trickle of semen down her chin. "Boss, you gotta try it."
Jason looked at him amused. There was an unmistakably cruel twinkle in his eyes that sent chills down Ann's spine. She no longer knew what to expect. These were no ordinary men and she knew now that Max had instructed them to subject her to every depraved and lewd act that came to their minds.
"I got better plans, Shorty. Get off your tail and pull 'er over to the bed. That tight little asshole looks like it's never had any action. I think it's about time."
Before she could resist or cry out in protest to the lewd proposal she felt herself grasped tightly by the waist and lifted bodily from the floor. Her muscles were so exhausted and cramped from the strain of the kneeling position that she would have collapsed had not she been supported on either side by Shorty and Jason who carried her unresisting body toward the bed. They flung her forward face down on it, her limbs falling outward in a spread-eagle position almost as she had been before when Max had chained her down to the mattress.
"Chain her hands," Jason instructed Shorty, who quickly pulled her arms up and clasped them into the same bracelets at the top of the bed that she had been bound with before. "She might get a little violent with this action. She looks like a cherry in that tight little asshole."
"W-What are you going to do?" Ann whimpered, turning her head back so that she could see Jason behind her.
"Just a little fun, dolly. Don't you worry," he grinned evilly as he unzipped his pants and dropped them to the floor. "You're gonna have the ride of your life. Old Jason here's a master at this rear end stuff."
Ann couldn't believe what he was proposing. She had prepared herself for anything now she had thought. She would give them whatever they wanted but this wasn't human. It wasn't right. He couldn't mean what he had said. He was just trying to frighten her, trying to make her crawl and plead with him. He wouldn't dare make love to her there, not like an animal!
She clenched her legs and buttocks tightly together behind her in reaction to the horrible thought. Both his and Max's fingers had violated her anus before and it had hurt. They would kill her if they tried to make love to her there.
"Man what an ass," she heard Jason crooning from behind. "I'm gonna love this."
Through the haze she felt his small wiry hands opening her buttocks, drawing the cheeks wide apart. She tried to hold them tensed together but the pressure of his thumbs inserted in the moist crevice was too great. They were cruelly stretched away from each other until she could feel the cool air rushing into the hot interior between her legs.
"It's too tight," he gloated, from his kneeling position behind her. "Better stretch it out a little."
She could feel the tip of his finger again at the entrance of her naked rectum and she clenched the puckered tiny lips tight in a desperate effort to stop the cruel penetration she knew was coming. He probed for a moment on the outer edges of the small elastic circle and then shoved forward with a grin, sinking the finger with a jerk up to the first knuckle again. Ann jumped from the anticipated pain that was not as keen as she thought it would be. It was still stretched a bit from his probings while she had sucked Shorty a few moments ago. She relaxed slightly until suddenly she felt the extra pressure of another finger ram unexpectedly in alongside the first. It hurt this time and she jerked forward to escape its painful entry, her body moving a few inches up the bed, groaning as she did so.
"Oh don't, please don't. It hurts." Tears of pain and humiliation ran from her cheeks again as the realization came to her that he had not been just talking. He was going to make love to her there. He was going to plant that long thing fully up her virginal rectum in an unnatural act of love that she didn't know existed before. This was the ultimate humiliation and surrender and flickering images of the leering faces of Max and Julia drifted through her confused and tortured mind as they must be watching from behind the mirror; as her unwilling body was being punished and used in the most obscene and degrading ways possible. She would never live through it, she could never face the world again after this horror and subjugation. Surely she would die. She cringed her crotch away from him but it was useless, he planted the palm of his hand on the small of her back and pushed down tight, trapping her between the mattress, the fingers digging cruelly into her back passage expanding it mercilessly as he twisted and turned the fingers in the tight narrow hole preparing it for his coming assault.
As suddenly as he had shoved the fingers in he pulled them out of her. They seemed to slip out reluctantly the elastic ring of the anus clinging to them until they popped out with a slight sucking sound. He forced her legs wider with his knees dropping his head to her buttocks and licked wetly at the crevice between them moistening the tiny hole in preparation for the greater entry.
"Kneel up" he suddenly commanded eager for the ultimate subjugation of her shaking body.
She hesitated for a moment and felt his hand on her hips jerking them to the kneeling position her breasts still pressed tightly down on the bed. Her buttocks were high in the air behind her waving as in open invitation to the cruel ravishment about to begin. Her anus throbbed in abject helplessness.
"Man, she wants it, Shorty, look at that hairless little thing beg."
His knees behind her pushed her thighs wider apart, the hair of his legs brushing hard against the insides of hers. She was held wide and helpless, completely at his mercy and she bit down on her lower lip to keep back the tears of helpless frustration brimming to her eyes.
His hands grasped harshly at her hips, holding them steady in the air as she felt the long, thick cock impress itself in the moist naked split of her behind. She gasped from the first contact in surprise. It was huge! As big as the one she had been forced to so cruelly suck to completion a few minutes before. She hadn't expected it from such a small man. She could never take that in her rectum without ripping her belly in half! She jerked forward again attempting to move up the bed away from it.
"Hold her shoulders down, goddamn it!" He shouted at Shorty still sitting in front of her. "The little bitch is slipping."
The big man's hands quickly dug into her Shoulders, pressing them hard and flat against the mattress. She could not move. She was wide and helpless before the unnatural onslaught of the depraved man behind her. She could feel his hairy loins and his enormous searching penis probing hard into her upturned crotch.
His hands coursed down over her buttocks, his thumbs pressing on either side of the tiny puckered anus stretching it wide. Then she felt a probing between the thumbs that was soft and rubbery at first and then grew into a hard unresisting bluntness.
"Ooooohhhh! N-No, Pleeeease nooooooh!" she pleaded in a soul-shattering screech as she felt the tight resisting nether ring giving way before the unyielding pressure, the tip popping inside with a jerk.
"Hold her down, Shorty, hold her down!" Jason puffed from behind ," God, it's tight."
She screamed, and then groaned again but the sounds echoed through the room unheeded. There was no one to help her. There was no one in the world, all that existed was the excruciating torture of her anus from the beast behind and the cruel hands pressing her shoulders into the bed. There was no escape from the horror and degradation of the depraved attack on her helpless body. The blunt intrusion of his thick cock vibrated through every fiber of her being, pushing the soft rubbery flesh inside of her widely-stretched anal passage in great waves of pain before it. Filling her backside ceaselessly as though she were being impaled on the trunk of a giant oak by the barbarians of old. She grunted in submission, her eyes opened wide in torment until suddenly she felt the coarse hair of his loins smack heavily into the softness of her buttocks. The cruel, fleshy thickness was buried to the hilt.
She groaned in anguish, hung on the end of the stone-hard cock like a pig on a giant roasting spit. She wanted to fart from the pressure but she couldn't, the huge cudgel blocking her stretched hole like the bung in a barrel.
Jason, muttering obscenities behind her and gasping with sadistic pleasure began to saw rhythmically and without mercy deep into the soft depths of her back passage bringing further sobs of pain and misery from her tortured lips. She had never felt so soiled and debauched in her life and her whole behind felt wet and used as Jason behind her levered up on his knees and began to lunge the full length of his punishing rod into her with long smooth strokes. It pulled tiny ridges of her pink, clasping flesh out with the base of his prick as it withdrew for another vicious lunge inside. She was aware dimly of Shorty chuckling to himself and pushing back hard on her shoulders with each lunge the rampaging cock made into her behind, trapping her servile kneeling body between the skewering from behind and his hands in front. She was hopelessly held in the kneeling position, painfully bent like an errant slave before its cruel master.
Her body jerked and quivered and her thighs, released now that her resistance was broken, periodically convulsed as an extra hard thrust seared into her tortured asshole. She could hear his grunts of pleasure floating through the silence of the room around them and hated herself and her body for the joy it was giving him though there was nothing she could do about it. She wanted to destroy him, to kill him for the degradation and humiliation he was heaping upon her against her will. In spite of her pain, she clasped tight her anal muscles trying to rip the plunging column of flesh from his body.
"Aaaaaggh," he groaned, "God, it's tight. I can't stand it," he groaned, throwing his head back in ecstasy from the warm clasping flesh sodomizing of her rectum to continue much longer, even though the pain was lessening now. The humiliation was too great. Kneeling in total submission before the lewd eyes of the men slaving over her body and whomever else Max may have invited behind the mirror was too much for her tormtened mind to absorb. She had to end it, she had to, she prayed for the strength to please them.
She began to move backward to meet the forward thrust of his cock, undulating her body and swinging her buttocks in tiny rotating circles, clasping it tightly with the slight throb of her rectum on the out-stroke. Jason above watched the reddish pink skin of the tiny round hole draw back with his cock and felt the sudden voluntary movements of her buttocks before him.
"Let 'er go, boy," he chortled to Shorty, "she's ready to fuck."
Jason groaned again and surged into her with renewed power. He knew she was his to do as he wished now. She was a slave kneeling before him prepared to follow his every wish and command, there was no resistance left in this innocent young piece impaled on his cock. He would give it to her now as she had never had it before and she would love it-she was loving it as he watched the movement of her buttocks and the arching hollows of her back as she worked and ground back into him like a female demon, her long blonde hair falling over her face and around her neck and back as she squirmed lewdly in front of him.
Her face rolled from side to side on the mattress and he could see it flushing red from the intensity of her effort, her eyes wide in unseeing entrapment in the final quest for fulfillment. She bucked and churned her body beneath him, feeling he was nearing the end, she grunted and groaned with him, encouraging and pleading with the motions of her buttocks for him to end it and fill her behind with the hot sperm of his orgasm.
Jason sensed her sudden frantic need and began to ram rapidly into her, hard and deep, battering her quivering buttocks with his pelvis. He gripped the tops of her thighs with his fingers, squeezing with all his strength to pull her back over his expanding cock like slipping a sleeve over an over-sized arm. His eyes bulged wide at the spectacle of her young body bucking before him and the sadistic desire to hurt rippled through him as he jogged forward with a mighty thrust that seared up her stretched anus like fire.
"Agggggghhhhhh!" she groaned piteously; he flicked again deeper. "Aaaaaaaggggghhh!"
With the last half groan, half scream, Ann could feel in her agony the giant tormenting staff begin to grow and expand until she thought it would never stop. It was killing her, it was stretching the muscles of her asshole beyond all human endurance.
"Oh God, cum, cum! For God's Sake, cum!" she grunted in pain and masochistic pleasure and pushed back against him wildly.
He gasped above her, incoherent words sputtering, and shoved forward with a mighty thrust that almost tore through the walls of her quivering belly and shuddered his hot, thick cum in wave after wave into the depths of her rectum. She knelt in front of him, buttocks still waving high in the air and pressed tight back against his hairy loins as he poured his sperm deep inside her anal passage, filling her soft rectum to the bursting point with warm, sticky wetness. He groaned with delight and collapsed over her body flattening her to the bed.
After a while she felt his weight lifting from her and the softness of his deflated penis slip with a wet sucking noise from the confines of her flooded, expanded anus. She felt wet and a slight soreness there but nothing like the horror of the beginning. She was no longer a virgin anywhere anymore and there was nothing left for them to do to her. She had had it all. They had debauched and humiliated her in every way possible now and she could never forget it, but they still had not destroyed her soul and her love for Dave. She would do it again for him-a million times over, even though the blight and humiliation would live in her mind forever. But now, they wanted pleasure?-she would give them pleasure-what the hell.
"I wanna fuck her now, boss," she heard Shorty's half begging voice break through her thoughts.
"Sure, kid, go ahead, she's all yours."
She kept her eyes tightly shut, a faint smile playing across her lips and felt the chains released from her wrists. The huge meaty hands that had held her head so tightly before when he forced her to suck him rolled her over on her back.
"Spread 'em honey. Big Daddy wants to climb on board."
Ann, without hesitation, drew her legs up, her feet flat on the bed and her knees pressed together in the air. She let them limply fall apart in tantalizing slowness. She knew what they wanted now and she might as well give it to them.
"Man, look at that," Shorty gasped as he looked down at the young firm body spread waiting before him. "And she loves it!"
She felt his heavy weight crawling on the bed and between her open and waiting legs. She curled them around his hips as he reached down and pressed the bluntness of his cock between the swollen pink edges of her moist and ready cunt. He drove forward with a grunt, impaling her again on the thick shaft of flesh. Ann groaned in justified surrender and tightening her arms around his neck pressed her open wet lips against his, and with a deep moan sucked his tongue deep into her mouth as she felt his huge driving cock hit bottom in her belly. Yes, she would please them-all they wanted. She contracted the muscles of her vagina tightly around the surging instrument and began a slow rhythmic rotation of her hips and buttocks that seemed to last forever and ever. There was no longer reality-just the pleasure and animal grunts drifting down from the sweating weight crushing her into the softness of the mattress.