Chapter 8
Bill walked in front of her, his thick lips peeled back. Rivers of sweat trickled down from his forehead, around his broad nose and down over his lips. Jim and Lee stood behind him, drinking more beer, laughing at her.
Debbie closed her eyes again. She thought of kicking him in the nuts with her unbound feet. That, however, would only merit more blows, something perhaps far worse. No, she would hang here, propped up against a wall, dangling in this strange position, hanging from one end of the upraised table, her feet nearly touching the floor. Ohhh, how her shoulders ached from the weight of her hanging body. "Ohhhhhmmphhff!"
Debbie doubled up, her knees jerking up to the base of her jiggling tits. Bill swung a doubled fist into her lower belly. The blow went into the soft muscles of her belly. The young woman gagged, the dull pain seeming to knot up her loins. Her eyelids fluttered and she looked at the big man with surprise and pain.
"Why, why are you doing . . . doing this?" she stammered, wrinkling her forehead in confusion. She stared at him, her mouth hanging open wide, gasping for more air. The blonde teen grunted, panic showing in her face. They were all drunk, growing less careful about how badly they hurt and humiliated her.
"Nice, nice," Bill said, wiping the sweat off his cheeks. "Real fine ... bet I could do a lotta damage to a pretty little body like that," he said, his eyes narrowing as he stared nastily at her.
"Please, don't do this ... to me."
Debbie shook her head from side to side, her arms and shoulders aching. She slowly lowered her legs, wondering what he would do to her next.
"Why not, baby? I mean, all you fuckin' cunts think all you gotta do is wag that little ass of yours around and we all come runnin', eh?"
"No, no, I swear it, I'm not like that," Debbie pleaded. Something had gone off in his head. What? Oh, God, he was going to take out all his frustration with women, with jobs, with everything-on her! She was the scapegoat, hanging helplessly there like a hunk of meat.
"Yeah, they all say that when they're in trouble . . . when they meet up with a dude like me who ain't gonna take that kinda shit from 'em no more," Bill said, dropping his hands to his trousers and slowly unbuckling the belt. Debbie watched in growing horror, not unaware of the rising heat in her pussy. Oh, he was going to hurt her, maybe beat the life out of her. Yet her cunt was heating up, getting wet and tight all over again. That hosing down outside had turned her into a bitch in heat.
"Don't . . . do . . . this," she pleaded desperately, watching the thick band of black leather slide out of his belt loops. Bill grabbed the buckled end, looping the belt and tapping it rhythmically against one thigh. Sweat poured out from under her arms, itching where it trickled across the sides of her tits.
"Yeah, sure, cryin' out that you don't like it and you're juicin' all over your fuckin' legs!"
It was true. Debbie couldn't control her own body. She felt the juice running down her legs, curling around her toes and falling to the floor. Bill said nothing further for the moment, lashing the looped end of the belt backhanded across the girl's belly.
"Unnghh!"
Debbie's head snapped to one side, a scream torn from her throat while her legs shot apart. Her body shot up from the table, then bounced back with a dull thud. Ohhh, how that sharp blow triggered a resulting sharp pain that radiated to all parts of her body.
"Bitch!"
He struck the belt once more across her belly, then moved up to her chin. The force of that blow snapped her head to the other side. Debbie choked down a scream. Had he scarred her for life? The young woman fought through the fog settling on her brain and checked mentally. No, there wasn't that sensation of cool air against wet flesh, a telltale sign that blood was present. The girl relaxed.
"Stupid little whore, hitchhiking on the fuckin' road and thinkin' somebody like us wasn't going to pick you up."
Debbie thought of her naivete and could have cried in frustration. Home! How the thought of her own room made her heart pound. At least there she knew people, could run to people, her mother! But here . . . ?
"Unnghhh!"
Bill was going wild, slashing the belt wherever he chose. Once, he slashed it across the girl's nipple, drawing out a sharp scream. The pain seemed to go on and on. She ground her teeth together, hating the big man in front of her, hating him and desiring him at the same time. Debbie wanted him to come close enough for her so she could kick his balls. Slowly, the girl screwed her face into a mask of hurt, gaining control of her mind. Wanna get fucked again? Wanna feel all them dicks in you? Or maybe you wanna get reamed out by the mutt again . . . maybe this time get his dick up your snatch, eh?" the big man taunted.
Debbie sagged in the cuffs. She felt her toes barely touching the floor.
"Fuckin' bitch! Like all women, you'll take on anything!" he screamed, jerking one hand back, then lashing out. "Ahhiyeyeee!"
Bill looked at her, licking his lips with excitement. He saw her pussy-lips growing thick, rubbery, dark red, folding over one another, almost moving on their own as her pussy grew hot and tense and eager.
"Look at 'er . . . man, she can't get enough of this, can you?"
At those words, Bill grabbed at Debbie's pussy, twisting the hairs and her bloated outer labes in his fist. The pulling, tearing sensation tore through the girl like a bolt of lightning. Debbie brought one knee up, wanting to jam it in his crotch, wanting to hurt him as much as he hurt her. "Ohhhhhh, God!"
His free hand slapped her face. Over and over again, open palm across her right cheek, back-handing her left, making her dizzy with fright and pain.
Bill worked her over with the belt again, slashing it across her face, her lips, her jiggling tits. Debbie struggled as best she could, dragging herself higher on the table. The edges of the cuffs sliced flesh from her wrists. Debbie felt her fingers growing numb. She screamed at the big man going crazy in front of her. He was taking out every frustration in his life on her!
As hard as Debbie tried to fight off Bill, she only brought on more pain and misfortune to herself. When she edged upward, the strokes of the belt shot over her nipples, burning the sensitive tips like a fire. And when she tried kicking him in the balls, Bill dug his fingers deeper in her cunt-flesh. Debbie knew his fingernails were tearing into the soft skin of her pussy-lips. Ohhh, how her inner labes were on fire . . . how her snatch burned in spite of the anger and terror she felt toward this man.
Bill lashed and beat her, grabbing more of her cunt. She squirmed higher on the table, peering over the big stud's shoulders, pleading for the others to stop him. Didn't they see their friend was going out of control? "Unnghhhh!"
Debbie felt him hunching against her thighs. She twisted her head around as he threw himself on her body, grabbing a fistful of her hair and trying to kiss her. Debbie opened her mouth and bit his fingers, swore at him, screamed at him. The pain in her crotch and his struggling against her body aroused her. Debbie couldn't tell whether the excitement of this animal was worse than the lewd heat growing stronger under her cunt-flesh.
"Ohhhhh!"
Bill's grabbing, twisting hand moved more slowly in her cunt now. Debbie moved her hips, but the movements were slower than before, sliding her ass back and forth against the table while Bill's fingers worked greedily over her slick cuntal flesh.
"Oh, no, no."
Debbie felt pussy-oil running out of her slit like a river of molten lava. And how deliciously good it was to feel the bulge of his cock against her thigh. Ohhhh, how hot she was! The girl hung from the cuffs, her small shoulders twisting to press her tits against Bill's hairy chest.
"Man, she's somethin' else," Bill said, pulling back and studying the hot, twisting little blonde teenager. no "Man, you knew that when you started. Remember how she turned on to Champ? And fuck, before he got that tongue in 'er, she was screamin' like a banshee!" Jim said, sneering at the moaning girl.
"C'mon, let's get 'er down and have some more fun with 'er," Lee growled impatiently.
They were all drunk, all aroused. Whatever inhibitions they may have had before were gone now. Bill reached up and unfastened the cuffs. Debbie felt the iron slacken around her wrists and her body slide down the rough tablet op to the floor. She caught herself in time, bending her knees then straightening them, bringing her arms quickly to her sides to ease the ache in her shoulders. Marks from the manacles marred her wrists.
Bill unzipped his pants, pushing down his Levi's to his knees. Debbie rubbed her wrists together, staring at his rigid cock, wondering what more he could do to her with that thing.
"Let's tie 'er up," Bill suggested.
"Yeah, hog-tied and fucked . . . why not?" Jim agreed, his smile growing broader.
Lee moved to "a chest tucked in one corner of the cabin and pulled out several lengths of rope.
"This'll do all right," he said, throwing three other pieces to his buddies while looping a twenty-inch piece of half-inch line. "This'll fit right nice right here," he muttered, dropping to his knees in quickly and sliding the loop over her left ankle, securing it with a double figure-eight.
"Oh, what are you doing?" Debbie cried out, her eyes growing wider as he tightened the rope around her leg.
"C'mon over here," Lee said, tugging the free end of line, forcing her to stagger to one side of the cabin where a vertical wooden rung ladder fastened to the floor led up to an attic crawl space.
"Up she goes," he said, tugging on the line. Debbie struggled, her arms shooting forward as she tried to keep her balance. Lee raised her leg perpendicular to her body, until her ankle was even with the fourth rung. Quickly, the young man tied a boatswain's knot, fastening her ankle to the wooden ladder. Debbie bent her other leg, throwing her arms about, staggering forward, afraid she was going to pitch forward or backward and wind up hanging grotesquely from the ladder rung.
"Come on ... we got to help out the little cunt," Bill said, getting behind the table she'd been tied to and shoving it forward. Jim helped him, the two of them twisting the furniture around. It was then the young blonde noticed the iron ring driven into the side of the table to which her wrists were fastened earlier.
"We don't wanna hurt 'er wrists too much," Jim muttered, noticing the red chaffed areas just above her wrist bond.
"Okay . . . well, let's tie her around the forearm," Bill agreed, taking out a long piece of half-inch line and wrapping it around the girl's arms. A double hitch insured the security of the knot.
"Please, oh, God, oh, God!"
Debbie couldn't stand the pain, the discomfort, the pulsing, the throbbing in her cunt. The men enjoyed watching her edge up to climax, only to back down once more. Her cunt was sore . . . sore as a raw wound. And still they tortured her, played with her body and mind.
"There we go," Bill said, stepping back to admire their handiwork. Debbie's right leg stretched out at a right angle to her body, secured to the ladder at her ankle by several double-hitched knots. Her arms were tied together just below the elbows, the fingers resting on the table while rope fastened her hands to the iron ring.
"Nice ass, good, firm, bet it wants a good plug-gin', eh?" Bill said, gritting his teeth as he ran his fingers over her asscheeks.
Debbie moaned and shivered, closing her eyes and actually backing into the big man. She felt her pussy-lips move against one another, wink open and shut tight on nothing as Bill's fingers trailed over the hair-fringed edges of her cunt.
"Man, she's hot and ready to go," he said, glancing down and watching the bloated, dark-red labes chewing against one another.
"Yeah, you gonna fuck 'er?" Lee asked, staring at the girl's juicy cunt.
"You bet . . . but not where she thinks. Go on, let 'er suck your dick," Bill said to Jim. "Lee got a taste of her style before. It's your turn."
"Sure, sure," Jim said, narrowing his eyes for a moment as he tried to figure out how to slip his dick into her mouth. Smiling, the young man crawled onto the table, unzipping his pants and pushing them down while fingering his fat dick.
Debbie stared at the bloated silky cock-head inches from her mouth. Behind her, she could feel Bill's fingers toying with her cunt-lips, straying up to her clit and sliding up and down that sputtering sexual organ until she thought she'd piss from excitement. She rocked her body back and forth, at times feeling her left knee buckling when a particular strong spasm passed through her swampy cunt. Bill's jagged fingernails created strange wild spasms in her cunt. How she wanted to feel a dick ... a strong, hard dick reaming out her throbbing pussy.
As if he could read her mind, Bill grabbed his cock with one hand and started rimming her tense, eager cuntal mouth with his dribbling dick-head. Debbie felt the pre-cum drip onto her pussy-flesh. It burned like acid. Her pussy muscles cramped, contracted, forced her snatch to snap shut. Bill waited until her muscles relaxed. "Uhhghhhhh!"
Debbie struggled for consciousness as the big man kept rimming his cock-head around her pussy-hole while he caressed her shitter with his free hand.
"Yeah, good and hot. Come on, stuff her fuckin' mouth with your dick," Bill ordered.
"Man, yeah," Jim said, scooting forward on his knees, holding his shaft with one hand while raising her head with the other. Debbie barely had time to focus her eyes on the big prick before it jammed against her lips, bent at the middle from the pressure, then straightened out as the girl opened her mouth and took in the whole nine inches of the stud's cock-shaft.
"What about me?" Lee asked, working his fingers over the bulge in his Levi's.
"You had her before," Bill muttered, wiping his forehead with one hand.
"Mmmmmmfmfff!"
Jim shoved his prick all the way into her mouth, nestling his balls against her chin while he worked his hips up and down, feeling his dick-head scraping over her tonsils and touching the back of her throat. He heard her coughing, gagging, gasping for breath through her nose. Spittle oozed out from the corners of her mouth as she twisted her head around in a desperate attempt to get more air.
Backing down slightly, the young man caressed her face with both hands, pumping his hairy groin quickly, jerkily back and forth, watching his wiry black cock-hairs tickle her nostrils.
"Okay, baby, okay," Bill said.
Debbie felt his fingers caressing her clit, working up and down on the tiny sex shaft, making her think he was going to jerk her off. Oh, anything would be welcome at this point. She felt herself rising up again toward climax, feeling her body tensing, getting ready for the big blast.
Then suddenly she felt Bill's prick slide up, past her sucking cunt-hole, up to her shitter. She heard him spitting on his palms, guessed he was greasing down his prick-head with spit. But why? She was wet enough down there . . . unless he was planning to . . .
"Hang on, baby, hang on and relax," he said, gripping the horns of her thighs with both hands after placing his cock against her asshole.
"No, oh, God, no!"
Bill shut his eyes, his face reddening with the effort of ass-fucking. His dick-shaft bent at the middle while his muscles tensed.
"Ohhhhhhhhaaaiyeee!"
Slowly, the tight ring of her shitter-muscles gave way to the cruel onslaught. Bill gasped and held his breath, forcing his dick down deep into her asshole. With a loud cry, Debbie felt her sphincter finally give way, admitting the strange intruder. It felt as if her gut had ripped apart as his fat cock drilled into her virgin asshole. Oh, God-fucked in the ass while her pussy still jerked and twitched, demanding satisfaction!