Chapter 7
"No, NO!"
Patty struggled helplessly on the wooden table, the splinters piercing her buttflesh. Rick was moving the disc over her clit. She screamed, straining every muscle in her body against the leather straps restraining her. Oh, it was so good, so awfully good feeling that cold metal against her squiggly cuntflesh. Her pussy muscles were tensing, buckling, convulsing as the biker toyed with her snatch. All around her the girl thought she could hear rats scurrying around in the shadows, their hungry eyes fixed on her the way Rick's and Al's were.
"That's good, baby, go on, milk that fuckin' rod," Rick said, pushing the steel dildo up her pussy.
The final fuck! Oh, it was wonderful. Patty wept with pleasure, her muscles tightening on that cold instrument. Explosions went off in her cunt, echoing all through her body. And the explosions built to a higher pitch, a wild climax. She was actually coming with a rod in her, a steel instrument meant to hurt her!
The girl tossed her head wildly, her hair whipping across her red, pinched face. What did it all mean? What could she make of it? But no, those were questions to be pondered much later. Now she was hoping they wouldn't stop. Oh please, don't stop. Keep turning, keep fucking!
Please don't ... don't ... stop! she pleaded silently.
"Yeah, yeah, it's really good watchin' this little bitch get off.
Course she practically gobbled up her boyfriend's dick out there,"
Rick said, still twisting that dildo.
"Yeah, wonder if he's up yet and called the cops," Al thought out loud.
"Don't matter. They won't find this place," the big man said, his white teeth flashing beneath his black moustache.
Patty twisted, grunted and moaned while the thongs still held around her wrists and ankles.
Rick stared at the rolling tits, her convulsing belly.
"Fire up this damned thing," Rick said, nodding at a large metal bowl from where he'd picked up that poker earlier. There was a small can of Heat under the bowl that Al now ignited. She watched the orange flame spread around the curved bottom, heating the metal and apparently heating the instrument replaced in the bowl. Inside, she guessed, were coals.
"We haven't had a lotta girls down here lately. Been busy, I guess,"
Rick said, peering into the bowl, grabbing the poker by the leather handle and turning it around.
"Yeah, like tonight," Al said, winking at his buddy.
Patty wondered what the two of them were doing in the bushes when they spotted her and Jack. Rick guessed what was on her mind and smiled craftily.
"We been doin' a little dealin' on the side ... mostly college kids, freshmen types at UCLA," Rick explained, drawing the poker out slowly.
Patty's eyes widened when she saw the pointed tip glowing a bright red, its color turning darker up the poker and finally becoming a dark gray. "We were waitin' for some guys when you and your friend came along. Al was tellin' the truth when he said we fell asleep. But the way you two were carryin' on..."
"Yeah, taking you home with us was better 'n makin' a few bucks on some bad pot," Al said, chuckling into his fists.
"Hey baby, you ever seen how flesh turns real red, then gets black and curls under heat?"
Patty turned white, her mouth falling open while a cold sweat broke out on her forehead. What would they do to her? Were they really going to brand her? The teen's eyes bulged out as she stared anxiously at the glowing rod. Her flesh crawled as rick stopped by the edge of the table and started lowering the poker slowly down to her left leg.
"The skin feels real cold at the start," Rick began matter-of-factly, watching the girl's thighs tremble with terror and revulsion. "Then it gets numb before you feel anything."
"Yeah, and you're gonna wear our mark all the rest of your fuckin' life," Al said proudly. He was almost laughing with pride as his buddy moved the poker still closer to her flesh.
Patty was whimpering, her breath coming in short uneven pants. Her heart beat so wildly she thought it was going to burst. Already she could feel the warm glow of that descending rod. It was hot enough to singe without yet raising blisters.
"AHHHH!" the girl cried, dropping her head and banging it several times against the wood under her. Her wrists and ankles rubbed back and forth against the leather restraints as she twisted wildly, uselessly trying to escape the growing heat.
"We done this to a lotta chicks who didn't dig it at first," Rick said, moving the rod now closer toward her cunt.
"Yeah, but thenthey went crazy, almost begged for more," Al nodded.
The two men smiled at one another. It was a peaceful, friendly, conspiratorial smile. Patty felt sick.
"Please, please don't hurt me," she begged.
Rick grinned, enjoying the quivering tone in her voice. The glowing rod hovered inches above her leg. The increasing heat turned a dime-shaped portion of her flesh a brilliant red. Patty groaned, jerking at the bonds and still crying out for mercy.
Ricks smile then dimmed, turning to an expression of concentration as he quickly lowered the poker to her flesh. There was a hissing sound-the instant evaporation of the sweat under the poker.
Patty froze, her fingers clawing at the wood as she waited for the shock of pain to rip through her body. She could feel the sharp splinters knifing into the sensitive flesh between nail and finger as the hissing sound increased. Smoke started rising from the burning flesh, curling in white wisps from the trembling leg. It was just as Rick had told her. There was intense coldness, followed by a numbingsensation. She let out a hoarse, strangled cry of terror and revulsion.
Then the pain hit. She shrieked, snapping her head back and forth as she jerked her arms and legs so hard she nearly dislocated her knee and shoulders. The leather straps groaned under the pressure while the heavy table actually moved several inches on the concrete basement floor. Patty screamed and screamed again, her cries mixed with choked sobs as the burning disc singed her flesh. The growing pain numbed her mind. Her face pinched into a mask of horror and agony while her mouth twisted open and let out howls of rage.
Rick chuckled, taking the poker off her leg and staring down at his handiwork. Patty opened her eyes, blinking away the tears and stared too. There was a large R burning in her smouldering flesh - red, slightly indented. It was what the young man wanted ... his initials burned in her body for the rest of her life.
Patty's cries of pain died away into soft moans and whimpers. Rick slid the poker back into the dish. Above it she saw sparks dance up toward the ceiling. He waited, meshing his fingers together, crackling knuckles, looking into the bowl impatiently. Then he smiled and Patty knew her ordeal would continue.
"Stop it, please, no more," she begged, choking on her spit.
"You love it, baby. You do. Man, you're juicin' like crazy," Rick said, nodding down at her cunt.
It was all too true! As she moved her legs the girl felt so hot, so tight down there. The more pain he threw at her, the hotter and tighter she grew. Patty looked up at the two unfeeling men with curiosity. What on earth had they unleashed in her? What kind of monster was running rampant in her mind?
"Yeah, and when we get through with this we got more for you," Al chuckled stupidly.
"Never mind him," Rick said, making a face and shoving his buddy to one side. The poker swung in his right hand while he fingered his bulging crotch with the other. He was as aroused as she was. "Yeah, you little bitch," he whispered. "You want this as bad as I wanna give it to you."
"No ... my Jesus ... no ... don't .'.. "
Rick lowered the iron. The heat warmed her knees. He took his time positioning the poker, watching as she squirmed frantically and let out a long, low howl.
"UHHHHHHH ... AOOOOOUU!"
The hot iron glowed a red patch between her thighs. Rick was careful this time around not to touch her flesh. He watched the rod redden the tender flesh. Her blonde pussy hair shriveled, smoldering down to her mound. The bitter odor of the burned hair was nauseating. The smell seemed to arouse the two men. Rick's hand shook. The weapon bobbed while his hard-on pushed against the fly of his pants.
While his fingers shook Patty felt as if thousands of tiny fires assailed her cunt.
"God, don't do anything down there to me. Please, I'll do anything, just don't hurt me ... there," she pleaded desperately.
Of course Rick ignored her ... or more specifically, ignored the meaning of her cries. The iron slowly advanced. Patty tried to shrink away, but the thongs held tight. The heat was baking her crotch, burning into her convulsing hole without ever touching her flesh.
"OHHHHH!"
The heat curled into her cunt, passing through the wet walls and touching her clit. It felt strangely like a hot, sucking mouth.
"No ... EEEEEEEE!"
Patty screamed, digging her fingernails into her soft fleshy hips. She was having another climax ... yet another orgasm during this whole, filthy scene of degrading torture.
"Love it, bitch," Rick spat out, his hand wavering, the iron nearly touching her cuntlips. "You really love it."
"No, no," she wailed, turning her face away from the men.
"Fuckin' liar," he said, moving the iron still closer to her pussy.
The heat curled into her pussy like a fist, punching the air out of her. Patty twisted and writhed on the table, her ass bouncing against the wooden top. She was actually trying to fuck that awful thing burning up her pussy. The young teen didn't realize what was going on any longer. All she could do was grunt and scream and groan and try to get that terrible, wonderful thing knifing into her clit deeper into her cunt.
"Christ," Rick said,. throwing the iron away.
The sudden absence of heat between her legs was a shock to the young blonde. She opened her eyes, staring wonderingly at the two men.
Rick's eyes were glazed over as he fumbled for his zipper. Al followed, trying to guess what was on his buddy's mind.
"Get 'er off. I ain't gonna fuck her on the damned table."
The wound still throbbed in her left leg. But Patty was so hot, so aroused and confused by what had happened that she embraced the idea of a double fuck. Yes, she wanted two dicks, two hard dicks ramming her, gouging her body as she came and came and came.
"Over here," Rick indicated with one hand, pointing to an old mattress on the floor.
Al quickly unbuckled the leather thongs holding her to the table, raising the moaning naked teenager up and carrying her to the indicated spot.
Patty moaned softly, catching glimpses of the men peeling off their clothes. In the dim light and in her distress the only things that registered immediately were that they were both big, muscular, hairy, and had two of the largest cocks she'd ever seen in her life! Then the girl giggled as Rick settled down next to her. How could she compare when the only dick she'd ever seen was Jack's?
"You ain't gonna be laughin' when we get through with you," the big biker said sullenly.
With that he pulled her buttocks apart, keeping them tugged wide as both his thumbs caressed her inner cuntlips. Patty knew she was hot ... dripping hot. The movements of his thumbs caused the girl's cunt to start lubing even more. The slick liquid made Rick's fingers click against one another. The sound. made Patty moan louder.
"No, no, ohhhhh GOD!"
Could she come again? After all that had happened did she have the energy to take on this young man and his friend? Of course she knew the answer. Her pussy seemed to have a life of its own, drawing will and energy from secret resources in her body.
The hot temperature made her pant for breath. Her mind reeled with the fear and shame that had been with her all along through this ordeal.
And yet still she rolled her hips sexily, silently begging for more fucking, for more abuse.
Rick chuckled, slowly, spreading her sodden cuntlips apart. The fleece-lined lips of her fuckhole were split apart once more.
"Ohhhhh yesss!" Patty breathed.
She was twitching and jerking forward as the middle finger shot out.
Its soft, flicking tip circled her hard little clit, teasing it along the edges. She was humming, humping her thighs up, wallowing her shoulders against the dirty mattress.
"Oh, UNNGHHHHH!"
"Suck that sweet juice, man, gonna suck it," Rick said, indicating with a jerk of the head for Al to hold her down as he moved toward her pussy.
Patty looked up and saw the other biker's dick staring her right in the face. The long piss-slit seemed only inches away from her mouth.
Was he going to make her suck it, take it in her mouth and make her give him a blow job? It would be just the same as she'd done with Jack earlier that evening. Only this time he was going to force her to do it. Well, it was better than getting fucked. At least she didn't have to worry about getting knocked up. Then her mind drifted back to the bushes. She'd already been fucked! Oh, how terrible if she were to get knocked up by these two!
"Ahhhh!"
Patty moaned as she felt his mouth close over her cunt. Rick slid his tongue into her hole, his front teeth now sinking teasingly into her fleshy pussylips. He sucked onto her like a leech, eating her cunt until the girl was trembling and moaning and twisting her ass up to his face. Her legs raised then closed over his head, trapping him tightly against her body. She felt his rough tongue sanding over the throbbing clit. She felt as if she were about to climax right there in his mouth.
Rick pulled away, laughing at her.
"Good thing I didn't burn the fuckin' thing," he said, yanking several burned pieces of cunthairs from his teeth. "Don't wanna hurt somethin' that good and special."
"OH, AHHH!"
"Hold her tighter," Rick grunted to Al.
He moved back up, lancing his middle finger all the way into her hole.
Patty let out another series of low, soft guttural moans while her solid thighs closed around either side of his wrist. She was fucking his hand just as she'd fucked his face seconds earlier.
Rick felt her flesh grip and slide around his arm. He'd seen hot numbers before, but Patty was one of the most versatile.
"She's still damned tight," he muttered, scraping the tip of his finger around her hole. "He must've popped her cherry back there. But that's okay. Man, I hate these broads who say they're tight then you find out fuckin' them's like fuckin' the Grand Canyon."
Patty wept; sobbing with shame and humiliation. She could feel her fuck hole slowly getting larger, growing wetter and wetter. Opening her mouth to scream, she discovered to her horror Al had inched up, his knees now pressing against her armpits. He was holding his dick with one hand while he curled the fingers of the other around her head.
"Gonna shut this one up," he growled, hunching down.
Before Patty could protest she felt his dickhead sliding over her lips, popping into her mouth, gagging her while Rick kept on fingering her pussy.
It was the strangest feeling! The girl recovered from her shock quickly. She made several gagging sounds, then twisted her head slightly so she could start sucking in air to feed her twisting body.
"Yeah, suck it baby," Al moaned.
Patty had never done anything like this in her life. There was a strange, bleachy taste now in her mouth. She guessed it was some of the cum oozing up from Al's balls.
"Lick it, tongue it, you Goddamned little bitch.
Don't tell me you don't know what the fuck to do," Al growled, tugging at her hair.
Patty screamed as best she could, then moved her tongue gingerly up and down over the sensitive underside of the mouth-fucking cock. She must have been doing something right because Al's body shuddered, his fingers growing lax around her hair. She felt the fleshy head pushing back over her tongue, going farther and farther toward the back of her mouth. Patty took a deep breath and let the big man shove his dick into her throat.
"Yeah, suck it good, bitch," he groaned.
Al rotated his hips so his cock would twist in her throat.
Meanwhile Rick moved up for the kill, telling his buddy to get his ass out of the way. He didn't want to smell his shitter while he fucked the girl. Patty trembled. Two dicks ... she was going to have two hard, hot cocks fucking her at the same time! And what was so terrible was that she nearly fainted from pleasure at the thought of it!