Chapter 3
A beautiful, voluptuous woman with flaming red hair stepped into the bathroom. Draped over her arm was a flimsy cotton dress.
"Hey, put this on," the red-haired woman said as she tossed the dress to Margo.
"Thanks," Margo said as she caught the dress and hurried to put it on. She had the eerie feeling that the red-haired woman was eyeing her closely, inspecting her curvaceous body with an ice-cold stare. "Who are you?"
"I'm Irene. Roger's a friend of mine. He called and said to bring an extra dress over for a girl named Margo. That would be you, of course. Right?"
"Yeah."
"Well, Roger split a minute ago, along with two other guys. I said I'd take care of you, make sure you got home all right. For some reason, he didn't want to be around when you left. Follow me, Margo."
"Say, that's really sweet of you, Irene. I mean, you wouldn't believe the shit those guys put me through. It was-it was awful."
Irene laughed. "I'd believe it. Nothing surprises me about men, honey." Irene spoke with the wisdom of an older woman. Margo liked the woman. She felt as though the red-haired beauty could be trusted.
They slid into Irene's car, a big, old Chevy Impala. They were lumbering down the road, heading for Margo's house, when suddenly two men appeared in the back seat. They had been there the whole time, crouched low on the car floor, hiding silently so that neither of the girls could see them. Irene was driving and she caught sight of them first, spotting them in the rear view mirror.
"Good God!" she gasped as she looked into the glistening eyes of the man who sat behind her. "Wh-who are you?"
"Never you mind, little darlin'. Just keep right on driving. Where were you headed, anyway?"
"I-I was going to my house," she blurted.
"Good. Do you live alone?"
"I don't see where that's any of your bus-"
She felt the cold steel of the revolver's barrel press into the side of her neck. The man leaned forward and hissed into her ear as he shot her a sinister look in the mirror. "Believe me, chickie, it's my business. Do you live alone?"
"Y-yes," Irene replied weakly.
"Then, let's go home," he said with a wink.
Irene lived at the end of a dark street. It was well-furnished and comfortable. She and Margo went in, followed by the two strange men.
They wore prison overalls, with numbers stitched on them. The man who held the gun was the leader. He was ruggedly handsome, strong and muscular. His friend was thin and angular, with a cynical look about him and cruel, dark eyes. They introduced themselves as Al and Wilt. Wilt, the tall man, led Irene into the kitchen to keep an eye on her while she fixed bacon and eggs. Both men were hungry.
Margo was instructed to sit down on a chair in the living room. Al strode forward, pressed the tips of his fingers into her supple neck and pulled her face up to his. She blanched and shook with fear. Reaching down, he kissed her on the mouth, snaking his tongue between her lips and exploring the inside of her mouth. He kissed her for what seemed like a very long time, then stepped back and smiled lewdly.
"That was nice," he said. "Hot damn! I've been in prison so fucking long I forgot what it was like to kiss a pretty girl. What's your name?"
"Margo."
"Well, Margo. You ever sucked a man's cock before?"
"No," she lied.
"Well, now's as good a time as any to learn how to give a man a blow-job. On your knees, bitch!"
"B-but, I-"
"Down, Margo!" he shouted, grabbing a thick swath of her pretty blonde hair and cruelly twisting it until her scalp ached terribly. He pushed her to her knees and stood over her. He pulled out his gun and pointed it at her head. "Suck my cock or I'll blow your goddamned brains out. I'm a nervous wreck right now. If you give me any shit, my trigger finger's liable to slip. You wouldn't want that to happen, would you?"
"No," she said as she reached out and pulled down the zipper on his pants. His prick flopped out, strong and virile, and about half hard.
She closed her eyes and tugged his prick toward her mouth, sliding his cock-knob through her lips and licking the sensitive spot just underneath his cock-slit.
"Unnnggghhhhh! Yeah, bitch! Suck my cock!" He grunted and wriggled forward, forcing her mouth around his hardening cock. "Not bad for starters, Margo. Wolf down my prick, you little slut. You'll learn to suck my cock real nice, or I'll blow your fucking brains out."
She felt as though she would go insane. This was a dreadful living nightmare, and she wanted out. But she had no choice but to obey his Vile command. His excited prick grew harder and bigger in her mouth as she sucked his cock vigorously. She licked gently along his blood-engorged prick, her tongue running along his thick, rope-like veins. Al's body went rigid and he shuddered with sexual pleasure, then he reared back and thrust his hips forward, impaling her sucking mouth with his hard cock.
She sucked his prick obediently. She sucked and licked and lapped at his prick and his bulbous cock-knob, sending scalding flames of passion coursing through his stiff, throbbing prick.; His hand shook, making the gun tremble against her forehead.
"Unnggghhhhhhh! Yeah! Hot little cock-sucker! Nice fucking blow-job!" he snorted as he ruthlessly rammed his cock deep into her mouth.
She moaned pitifully and whimpered as he face-fucked her, his prick-tip bouncing around inside of her mouth, pounding against the inside of her mouth and slithering down her throat. She held back the urge to choke, afraid that any sudden movement might cause him to react by pulling the trigger and killing her. She was in a most awkward position and she knew it.
"Suck, baby. Suck my cock! Yeah! Oh, shit! If the boys in the slammer could only see me now. Goddamn! Four long years I went without a woman, But, I'm gonna makeup for it now. Hot fucking damn! Suck, bitch! Suck my cock!" ,
Her jaws were aching and she thought that her mind would snap. Sucking his cock had become a painful and humiliating chore. Moreover, Al needed abate in the worst way. His cock and balls were sweaty and gave off an unsavory odor that filled her nostrils and made her retch, but she concentrated all of her energy on sucking his mighty cock, slurping his prick-tip deep into her hot mouth. His prick slithered in and out quickly, his cock-knob painfully banging against the back of her throat, pounding into her mouth as he brutally fucked her face.
"Shit! I'm cumming!" he yelled as his body went rigid and a load of jism spurted but of his cock-slit, filling the cavity of her slurping mouth with cum. She gagged, but he didn't pay attention.
"Suck hard, baby," he moaned as he rammed forward again, thrusting his blue-veined prick deep down her throat which was now coated with his slimy cum. He fucked her mouth with swift, powerful cock-thrusts that nearly knocked her over backwards. She fought to stay upright on her knees, but her momentum was carrying her backward onto the floor. Suddenly, his prick slipped out of her mouth and she fell, hitting her head on the floor with a loud thumping noise. She saw stars and shook her head, trying to clear her tortured brain. But, much to her dismay, she saw double. She could make out that he was kneeling over her head, straddling her ruby lips.
"Finish me off, cunt!" he shouted angrily. "Drink my cum, you whore!" He slid his drooling prick back into her mouth, slicing through her lips, coating her mouth with cum.
"Come on, baby! Suck all the cum out of my balls, you slut! Drink my hot load!"
He grabbed her hair again, his big clammy hands clenching her long, blonde tresses. Yanking her face forward, he ground his crotch into her mouth, forcing her lips apart as his drooling prick slid into her throat. He grinned maliciously and laughed sadistically.
Never in her life had she been so thoroughly degraded, so terribly abused. She hated Al for treating her so rudely. He was a demented pervert, she realized. A wicked man who got his kicks from debasing her by forcing her to suck his cock and swallow his cum. Al was a real bastard! A dangerous one!
She gulped down his cum and her tongue flicked across his cock-slit, tasting what remained of his jism as she swallowed his load.
"Mmmmppphhhhh!" he grunted obscenely as he stepped back. He shook his head with disgust as he looked at the girl who knelt before him. "You look like shit, Margo. Hell, I haven't fucked a woman in a long time, and I'm gonna fuck your cunt. But, you gotta take a little more care with your appearance. Damn! Don't you have any pride in your looks?" He laughed loudly and sat down in a chair.
Margo felt awful. Her lips were coated with his drying cum. Her jaws ached and her scalp hurt where he had pulled her hair. She quaked with fear upon hearing him say that he was planning to fuck her.
Then, Margo heard Irene's terrifying scream. Chills of fear ran up her spine. What was happening in the kitchen?
"Let's go check out the scene," Al said as he stood and kicked Margo in the side. "Follow me, bitch."
Margo grasped her side and crawled behind the man. They stopped at the kitchen door and looked inside. She felt like jumping out of her skin as she saw what was going on in the kitchen.
The tall, angular man named Wilt was standing over Irene. Both were stark naked. Irene was stretched out on the floor, writhing in pain as Wilt whipped her with a thick leather belt. He was beating her viciously, whipping her taut, rippling ass-cheeks. Then, when she rolled over on her side, he struck her on her upthrust tits.
"Aaaiieee!" Irene shrieked as the belt flailed at her tender flesh. She rolled about on the floor, her muscles straining and twitching as Wilt rained blows down on her flesh.
"Please, don't whip me!"
"Fucking bitch!" Wilt screamed with demonic passion. "Fucking cunt! I'm not good enough for you, huh?" he shouted, punctuating his lewd statements with lashing blows. His sinews stuck out on his muscular biceps and his upper torso was glistening with beads of sweat. He flogged the girl unmercifully and Margo flinched as she watched the horrid scene.
"Hey, you shut up!" Al commanded. He straddled Margo's neck and sat down on her bare shoulders, wriggling his ass into a comfortable position from which to watch the action in the kitchen.
Margo watched with wide-open eyes as Wilt threw himself on top of the struggling woman. His hands were all over her, stroking her tits, pinching her nipples and rubbing her cunt.
"I'll teach you a lesson, you worthless cunt! I'm gonna fuck you silly, you bitch!"
With a swift and savage movement, he drove his hard, throbbing cock into her tight cunt, grinding his hips demoniacally as he wormed his stiff prick past her pink pussy-lips.
She stared at him with horror in her eyes. "Don't! Please! I beg of you!"
Paying no attention to her cries for mercy, Wilt rammed his prick deeper and deeper into her cunt, shouting crude obscenities.
"Cunt! Bitch! Slut! Asshole! I'm gonna fuck you, and there ain't shit you can do about it! No way I'm gonna stop now, cunt!" His eyes glazed over, he groaned and plunged his throbbing cock further into her pussy.
Irene was in a frenzy. She struggled to escape his pummelling prick, but it was useless. The tall thin man was strong, and he wouldn't be stopped. He was foaming at the mouth, making strange, impassioned guttural sounds as he fucked her hard and fast.
"Unnnppp! Unnggghhh! Yeah! Fucking cunt! Slut!"
His prick hammered into her pussy, reaming out her tight young cunt. The woman shuddered with revulsion and closed her eyes tightly, trying to shut out the horrid reality. She was being raped, cruelly and brutally fucked by Wilt. She was exhausted from being whipped by his belt, and her face was contorted with horror.
"Unnggghhhhhhh! Nice tight cunt you got, bitch!" he snorted as his cock burrowed its way into her seething cuntal depths, fucking away at her tight pussy. Her cunt was seeping with cunt-juice now as his prick churned around in her twat. As Margo watched the depraved man raping the red-haired beauty, she was repulsed, but for some inexplicable reason, she was unable to tear her eyes from the wicked scene. It was fascinating! She felt sorry for Irene, but she knew that there was nothing she could do to help the poor, wretched woman. Both of them were held captive by these two escaped convicts. They were mean and dangerous men, and it would be very foolish to try anything tricky. Still, she thought, if there were any chance that she could escape, she would do her best to try. There was no telling what Al and Wilt would do to them. The weight of Al, who rested his naked ass on her shoulders, was getting very heavy, and she panted and gasped for breath.
"What's the matter, Margo?" Al inquired as he glowered down at her. "I'm gettin' too heavy for you, is that it?"
"Y-yes," she stammered.
"Tough shit, baby. I got a great seat here to watch the show. Good old Wilt is really ramming it to that bitch, ain't he?"
Margo did not answer.
Al pulled his muscular thighs together tightly, clamping his thighs around her head and squeezing it. Her head felt like it was being crushed between Al's powerful thighs. She saw stars and her head pounded with pain.
"I said good old Wilt is fucking her nice, ain't he?" Al repeated. He expected an answer, and he was sure as hell going to get one, even if he had to practically crush her skull in the process.
"Yes," she whimpered. Then, Al released his thighs and laughed hoarsely as he watched the debauched scene in the kitchen.
Wilt's hard cock was slicing rapidly into Irene's red-thatched pussy, but Wilt didn't look happy. He was grimacing as he thrust forward, pounding his cock deep into the woman's well-fucked pussy. "Goddammit! Fucking cunt! She's not fucking me back! Bitch! Fuck me back, cunt! Jerk that ass of yours, slut! Fuck me!"
Al leaned forward, gripped Irene's ear and pulled her face up so that she could see what he was doing. He pointed the gun at her forehead and smiled cruelly.
"You heard my buddy, bitch! He's not happy with you! He wants you to fuck him back. Now, why don't you be a good little girl and do what he says. I'd hate to get carried away and shoot this gun off, especially since it's gonna be aimed at your pretty little head the whole time. What do you say, cunt?"
Irene was scared to death. Her face was pale and she looked quite distraught. The words came out weakly.
"I-I'll do my best," she whimpered as she began to buck, meeting his cock-thrusts with her pussy-mound. She arched her back and pumped her pelvis, moving her hips in a gyrating motion.
"That's much better, bitch! Much better!" Al leaned back and laughed. Turning to speak to Margo who knelt under him, supporting his weight on her aching shoulders, he said, "I'm gonna get up off of you now so I can concentrate on all this hot and heavy action. But, I don't want any trouble from you. Got it?"
"Yes," she replied.
He sat down on the floor next to her, grabbed her hand and placed it on his soft cock. "Jerk me off, cunt! Get me nice and hard while I watch Wilt fuck Irene."
"Oh, please, don't make me-"
He slapped her hard, three times in quick succession. Her head spun and ached from the wicked blows. Her fingers wrapped around his cock-shaft and she began to jerk him off. She was utterly disgusted, but she simply had to obey his crude command.
"Yeah, that feels real good, baby," Al said. "Keep jerking me off while we watch Wilt and Irene fuck."
Wilt was slamming his prick into her with rapier-like thrusts now, slicing through her wet cunt and impaling her pussy on his cock. She was fucking back now. And she was moaning as she writhed about on the floor. She swivelled her hips in a lurid movement, pumping her cunt forward and upward in time to his frenzied cock-thrusts.
"Oh, God!" she gasped. "It feels-it feels good," she cooed. Her features were contorted and she was enjoying the fucking. She tightened the muscles in her pussy and clamped his prick tightly in her seething cunt. "Y-yes, fuck me, Wilt! Fuck my hot pussy! Damn! Y-your cock feels so damned good in ! my cunt! It-it fills my pussy up all the way. Jesus!" She breathed heavily, her lungs filling with air, her tits heaving.
"That's doin' it! "Wilt gasped as he bent his head down and sucked her tit, biting her nipple.
"Ouch!" she shrieked happily. She was really getting into the fucking now, thrilling to the wild, depraved sex. She squirmed around on the floor, taking everything that Wilt had to offer, and demanding more.
"Fuck me, Wilt! Fuck me hard! Harder! Oh, yeah! Do it, Wilt! Give me all of your cock! It's wonderful!"
Wilt quickly responded by increasing the speed of his mighty cock-thrusts into her hot pussy. He reached down low, spread his palms wide open and gripped her ass-cheeks firmly in his hands. Pulling her taut ass-flesh upward, he jerked his long stiff cock quickly into her seething cunt, raking his prick across her puffy pussy-lips and titillating her sensitive clit.
Her pussy was throbbing and her clit spasmed. Irene's pussy was all wet and dripping with cunt-juice. Pussy-nectar flowed freely out of her cunt, bathing Wilt's cock and balls as it dripped down her pussy-lips and spilled onto the floor in little, sticky droplets.
"Good God!" Margo gasped as she watched the debauched scene. She could hardly believe her eyes and ears. Irene was acting as though she really enjoyed it. As though she was getting off on being raped by Wilt's mammoth cock. It didn't seem possible! How could anyone derive pleasure from being raped? she wondered.
Wilt's cock was burning a heated path in and out of her tight young cunt, and she was loving every minute of it.
"Harder! Fuck me harder!" Irene wailed, flailing her pretty, red hair about her shoulders as she panted and moaned in sexual delight. "I-I'm gonna-gonna cum!"
Wilt and Irene wrestled as though they were one person. They were locked in sexual bliss. Her pussy-walls were contracting, gripping his hard, throbbing cock. Wilt was slamming forward, dipping his prick balls-deep into her juicy cunt. Pussy-juice formed a puddle on the floor of the kitchen as they fucked.
As Margo watched, she continued to jerk off Al's throbbing cock. But, she was so absorbed in watching Wilt and Irene fuck that she didn't even notice that Al was beginning to breathe harder, and his cock was growing large, thick and stiff. She also didn't notice that her pussy was beginning to itch with desire.
Suddenly, Irene's body stiffened. She threw her head back and clenched her teeth as she came. "Ohhh! Yesss! Ohhh!" she shouted as her body convulsed.
"Hang on, baby! I'm right with you! Hang on!" Wilt rasped as he steeled his body and plunged his cock forward into her spasming pussy, shoving his turgid cock deep into her cunt. He gripped her tits tightly, sucked one of her nipples and shot his load into her boiling twat.
"Ummmppphhhhh!"
Margo watched intently, staring right at their loins. She could see Wilt's throbbing cock burrow its way deep into Irene's red-thatched cunt. She could discern a quick tightening of Irene's muscles as she worked her cunt around Wilt's spewing cock, clamping down tightly on his lengthy prick. Irene was milking Wilt's spurting cock-slit, sucking all of his cum into her pussy by clenching the muscles in her hot cunt. She could see a gooey mixture of cum and cunt-juice leaking out of Irene's well-fucked pussy, gushing out around the base of Wilt's blue-veined prick, and dripping into a lewd puddle on the kitchen floor. She tried to avert her eyes, but it was impossible. She was transfixed by the scene.
Wilt gasped and rolled off of Irene's naked form, his prick dripping with thick jism. "Ummmmm, that was nice. Real nice!" he enthused.
"It sure was," Irene said dreamily.
"Now it's your turn to fuck, baby!" Al said as he turned to look at Margo.
"Nooooo!" she shrieked in reply. "I can't!"
"Sure you can, slut. Hell, you sucked my cock just a while ago. And you did a damned good job of it, too. Hell, you give a first class blow-job. Now, I'm gonna see how good you fuck."
Margo pouted. "I'm a virgin," she blurted. She realized at once how foolish she sounded. Besides, she was lying.
"She's not a virgin. A couple of friends of mine fucked her earlier this evening," said Irene.
"Thanks for the information, Irene," Al said, his face gleaming with a broad grin that showed his teeth.
Margo was dumbfounded. Why did Irene tell Al that she had lied? It was as though Irene was on their side!
"Well now, what do you have to say for yourself, slut! You lied to me, didn't you?" He slapped her across the mouth, stood up and grinned lewdly, his stiff prick wagging in front of her startled eyes. "Didn't you, bitch? You lied, cunt!"
"Yes," she replied bluntly. Her eyes filled with tears and she buried her face in her hands.
"I hate little girls that lie. You'll have to be punished, Margo," Al said coolly.
"Yeah, that's right," said Wilt as he rose from the floor, his prick-tip still oozing cum.
"Wilt, you keep your eye on Irene and bring some rope to the bedroom," Al instructed as he picked Margo up, threw her over his sturdy shoulder and carried her to the bedroom.
Margo was too frightened to protest. She was in big trouble. What would Al do to her? How did he plan to punish her?