Chapter 9
Cindy had been awake for several minutes, but kept her eyes shut purposely.
She knew that once awake, the men around her would start in again. Her body ached. The welts made her tender white flesh sting, and all the fucking her poor pussy had received made her snatchlips sore.
The young girl was terrified. She could tell she'd been laid out on a table. Her wrists had been tied together, her arms stretched high over her head and tied to a table leg. Her ankles had been tied-but not together. Two ropes tied each ankle to a leg of the wooden table. As the table was relatively short, though wide, the result was that Cindy's knees were raised and spread widely apart. Her toes dangled just over the front edge of the table.
"She awake yet?"
The trembling brunette thanked God she was finally indoors. She could hear the wind howling outside. At times, the farm house trembled from the force of the gale tearing through the forest. Peering from under her partially closed eyelids Cindy could see that about half the gang was present, the remainder probably having grown tired of her antics and retiring for the night.
"I've got a way to wake up Sleeping Beauty," Rick said, reaching inside his jacket and pulling out a pack of cigarettes.
He tapped one out and put it between his sensuous thick lips. When it was lit, he swaggered over to the table, moving the glowing tip over her right tit. Cindy tried to stay calm and pretend to be unconscious. But the uncomfortable heat near her right nipple was finally too much for her. With a sharp cry of fear, the girl tried to twist her body away from the glowing cigarette tip.
"Thought she was fakin'," Mike growled, smiling at his buddy's success in arousing the girl. "Cold, babe? Sure, you gotta be ... especially after fuckin' your brains out," he said, moving the tip of the cigarette lower, keeping it an inch away from her belly.
Cindy whimpered, pulling at the ropes. She felt them chafe her ankles and wrists. She shut her eyes tightly as the heat singed the white fuzz on her flesh. The heat seemed to radiate down to her navel. She could smell the sharp odor of burning tobacco. He was sliding the tip down to her thigh. The girl jerked her head up, the cords in her neck straining against her flesh as she looked, wideeyed, at what was happening.
Rick was standing to one side, holding the cigarette about an inch above the stretched tendon of her inner thigh. A thin layer of sweat had broken out all over her body. Strange, that in this horrible position Cindy noticed someone had washed all the mud, piss and cum off her body. She was clean again, clean for this new form of torture. "Why . . . WHY?" the girl wailed as she watched Rick drop the cigarette to her flesh. "We just like doin' it. We wait until we find an uppity little cunt like you. Then . . . "
He never finished the sentence. He touched the glowing head of the cigarette to her flesh, then dragged it along the line of her bulging tendon, toward her cunt. Cindy's eyes bugged out as she sucked in a ragged breath and held it. Her head shook violently, as if she were being seized by a fit. Her lower jaw slackened. The girl's legs trembled mightily, and her wrists worked against the rough ropes cutting into her.
Cindy fought to remain silent. She didn't want to give them any more pleasure than she had to. It was her last bid at defiance. But when she heard the whispering crackle of the first curly hairs surrounding her pussy burning, and when she could smell the nauseating odor of that burning hair, the girl let out her breath and sobbed. The pain was horrible. She felt as if someone had dumped blazing coals on her pussy. Cindy shuddered. She could feel tears spill from her eyes.
Then, for no apparent reason, Rick took the cigarette away. Cindy lay back on the table, twisting her head and panting with relief.
Then, he brought it back down to her body. Cindy twitched wildly, again. Her eyes fluttered open. Her face turned white, and her muscles tensed, her feet jerking toward her belly but unable to go any farther because of the bonds. She sucked in another breath, her head jerking and quivering, her neck muscles standing out.
Oh, they were going to disfigure her for life! For the rest of her days, she'd carry the scars of this evening.
"Yeah, yeah, we're gonna watch this little bitch really move!"
Cindy looked, feeling her head grow light and dizzy as he moved the glowing cigarette tip through the forest of her dark brown cunthairs. She could feel her flesh quivering underneath. The hairs were curling, blackened and charred by the cigarette. He was moving the tip closer and closer to her clit. He touched the tip to the muscle just below that sex spindle.
Cindy screamed. Her legs trembled, fighting to close on the burrowing cigarette. Rick saw the girl's clit actually start to fill and stiffen. Interesting. The teenager, while screaming in pain, was actually turning on to what he was doing. Suddenly, there was a hissing sound. The cigarette went out, extinguished by the girl's cuntjuice.
"Ohhhhh," Cindy cried, her legs sagging limply apart.
She couldn't think. Oh, God, her mind was going wild. Someone was climbing on top of her. Or was that a dream?
"Hey, man, what do you think you're doing?" she could hear Rick shouting.
"Mind your own fuckin' business," the man said. Cindy rolled her head around and saw a tall red-headed biker towering over her, his knees spread apart and a long cock sticking out of his opened zipper. He was one of Mike's friends, who had apparently grown tired of waiting on the sidelines for his share of her pussy.
It had begun-the gang fuck she'd been dreading was starting. And yet, with that thought, she could feel her tight thighs tightening even more. A weird kind of lust bubbled inside her. She could smell her juices flowing and frothing from between her cuntlips. That odor excited her. Cindy stared at that fat prick and suddenly wanted all of it ramming crazily in and out of her pussy.
"Well, if you're gonna fuck her, take off your goddamned clothes. You look ridiculous," Rick said, putting his hands on his hips and standing back.
The tall redhead stood up on the table, balancing himself carefully as he slid his pants off and peeled off his shirt. He was handsome, Cindy thought. He had creamy white flesh, dotted with freckles. His firm, growing, smooth-sheathed cock looked inviting. It was pointing at her, the foreskin peeled all the way back as the dome grew a darker and darker red. His heavy balls, and the gooseflesh covering his balls excited the young girl. She was tied to the table and she couldn't help what was going to happen to her-all possible guilt had been taken away by these ropes.
The redhead sank down, pawing her massive tits, grabbing her stiff nipples between his fingers and tweaking them. Slowly, he settled on top of her, inching between her thighs as he arched his back.
He guided his hand through the forest of her pussy hair, finally touching her cuntlips.
Cindy winced, moaning between her tightly compressed lips. His touch was electrifying, so unusually gentle, after all that had happened to her. She didn't care if the whole gang was watching. Yes, they'd turned her into a whore-a wild, screeching whore. Let all of them fuck her-she didn't care any more. There wasn't any morality in her life any more. All that existed was her cunt and the insatiable drive that made it hot and tight.
The young redhead eased his cock in, separating her drenched pussy walls. He was looking for her clit, but took his time, approaching her slowly and steadily. Ohhh, how wonderful this kind of fucking was! It reminded her of Jack, of her poor, poor Jack, lying by the freeway-dying.
But even if she wanted to, Cindy couldn't think of him any more. There was that crazy pulsating itch in her hot, musky cunt. Each fucking drove her crazy. His cock was a driving wedge, setting off forbidden fires in her pussy. All that sexual foreplay of the last hour, and no satisfaction, was making her rocket to climax already. Cindy held back as long as she could. She didn't want to destroy this moment. She wanted to make this last as long as she could.
But this man was teasing her with his cock. He was going so slowly, so wonderfully, letting his hot, throbbing cock actually caress her clenching pussy walls. That kind of slowness was driving her to orgasm! He was forcing her to cum with each in creasing fast thrust. He did all the work. Cindy found herself jerking to match his rhythm. But because of the ropes, she found herself able to do little more than hunch up and squeeze her pussy walls tightly together in a wild attempt to milk his sinking cock.
"P-please ... untie ... meeeee! Let me ... fuck with . . . you!"
Cindy was tossing her head from side to side. She'd closed her eyes and licked her dry lower lip. Her mouth felt like cotton. Her armpits were sweat-encrusted. The hollows of her elbows and knees throbbed. Her cunt and asshole muscles throbbed and contracted. The young brunette wanted to cry out but couldn't get the wind to do more than sob, silently. All that came from her opened mouth was a string of drool and harsh, whispering, croaking cries of lust.
Cindy's wrists and ankles burned and ached as she strained to take more of him. Oh, how she wanted him inside her-harder, faster! If only she could work her ass around better; if only she could scissor her legs tightly around his hunching back and drive her pussy up to his fat dickroot-then she'd be fully happy. She bit her, tongue, drawing blood and coughing on the warm, salty fluid. She swallowed hard, crying out for more friction, more dickmeat. She could hear her wild voice, the call of an unholy creature.
Oh, what had they turned her into? She didn't recognize herself any more!
"Ahhhh, fuck me, fuck meeeee . . . " Cindy's voice trailed off in a series of wild cries.
She slammed her ass against the rough table top, dotting her white buttocks with slivered cuts. She whimpered with frustration, begging for Rick or someone to untie her.
Cindy found herself assailed by images of men-all naked, all holding their cum-filled cocks and smiling lewdly at her. She could see their eyes burning with the same unholy lust burning in hers, now. She thought of them all fucking her-some in the ass, some in the mouth, and most in her cunt. She wondered what it would feel like to have all her holes filled at the same time.
Oh, she should scream at herself for thinking of such a horrible thing! And yet, the young girl felt her cunt spasm with a wildness when that thought came back, over and over again.
Cindy groaned, throwing her head back and letting out a wild animal yelp of unspeakable pleasure when she felt the redhead find her slit with his fingers and pinch it, rolling it around like a marble. Then her orgasm peaked. She cried and growled, feeling her cuntlips snap shut like the shell of a clam, milking the young man's cock, clutching it in a death grip. She could feel his body shudder and hear him let out a series of strangled cries. There was that sensation of jizz, spurting at her pussy walls. The gobs of cum came and came, filling her up. She felt her belly bucking in short rapid jerks as her ass tightened, relaxed, then tightened again.
Oh, how wonderful it felt when he drilled into her body, working his thighs around, stirring her cunt up, as if he had a stiff wooden spoon inside her!
The big man was coming. But even as he shot his load, his cock stayed hard. After slowing down a little, he started rebuilding his fucking rhythm. He fucked her with a wild driving force, making the girl pant harder. She was still cumming, feeling that itch being scratched by her frazzled, spasming nerve endings. And yet, the big redhead was still pounding her with his cock, shooting more and more cum.
He climbed off, wet and smiling and gasping. His thighs and buttocks flexed as he climbed off the table and bent down for her Levi's and shirt.
"We gotta be movin' off, soon," Rick said, glancing down at his wristwatch. "They probably found that goddamned little bastard by the freeway."
Little? No, she didn't think Jack was all that little, although to these scum, he might look that way. Anyone decent, anyone who looked respectable, would appear little to them.
"Let's leave her with something to remember us by," Mike suggested, winking at his buddy. "Yeah, like that cunt in Tulsa," Rick muttered. He turned around and jerked his head back toward the helpless brunette. Some of the men, standing casually around, suddenly snapped to attention. While Rick was firing up the small castiron stove in the corner and doing something to it, two men came up to the girl and unzipped their Levi's. There was a small scuffle as to who was going to have her first.
Cindy let out a sob of horror. It had begun. She could see the others lining up behind these two, rubbing their crotches, looking at her silently, but with a wild animal excitement in their burning eyes.
Finally, the tall blond won out, climbing onto the table and pushing her knees apart with one hand while fumbling with his fly with the other. His cock was short and stubby and hardly causing the girl any trouble as he jumped on her, knocked out the wind from her lungs and fucked her, fast.
Cindy could feel his stubby dick woming in, sliding over the redhead's coating of jizz-slime. Then he was through, grunting like a satisfied pig, stuffing his cock back into his dirty Levi's while another biker climbed on. He started hitting her hard in the face, taking a fistful of hair and pulling hard as he kissed her obscenely on the mouth and drove his thick, short dick in and out of her pussy.
When he finished, a third man was about to climb on when Rick shouted for them to stop. Cindy breathed a sigh of thanks. She was beginning to feel like a piece of rotted meat. They were using her foully-fucking her, then letting her go. She wasn't a young girl-or even, for that matter, an experienced whore. She'd stopped existing as a person for them. Cindy was just something to beat and torture, to have fun with, then possibly kill and throw away. She wondered whatever finally happened to that girl, they always talked about, in Tulsa.
"Hey man, we're all supposed to get a crack at her pussy," one of the bikers complained, rubbing his cock with his hand.
"You'll get it. But first, I wanna get this over," Rick said, pushing the small crowd, that had gathered around the table, to the side. Cindy rolled her head up and saw what he was holding. It was an iron, the tip colored a dark red. The remainder was a dull gray.
"Oh no, NO!" she whimpered, trying to draw herself into a ball to hide her cunt.
"You don't like this? Not too many do. But we always leave the girls with a little mark of our affection," Rick said with irony.
Cindy looked up and saw that the tip had a double eagle. So they were going to leave her with that brand for the rest of her life!
"Please, I'll do anything!"
Her head shuddered, and the spasms passed down her shoulders. Her tits drew up, the nipples becoming stiff and dark-red. She could feel spasms erupting in her belly. The eruptions passed to her thighs, making her pussy clench like a fist. She could feel something wet between her legs.
Oh, God, she was pissing on herself again!
The bikers laughed at her violent, filthy reaction. "You know, I think she really wants this. Look at her. I mean, she's gettin' real excited!"
"No, no, that's not true!"
"Sure it is," Rick said, lowering the instrument of pain to her knees.
Her eyes widened with terror, the sight of the glowing iron filling her eyes and burning into her brain. She thought she'd faint, especially when she saw Rick lower the iron. The iron warmed her right knee. He took his time positioning the rod, then let it drop.
"ARRHHHHHH!"
Every nerve in her body sank out in agony as the hot iron touched her right knee. The girl arched her back up from the table, jerking her head and screaming as loudly as she could. Sweat broke out all over her twisting, writhing body as blood oozed from her sorely cut ankles and wrists.
Then, blessed, the iron was gone. Cindy shouted once more, then fell limply back on the table. Her belly heaved up and down as she fought for breath. Ohhh, how close she was to passing out! If only she could faint, they could do anything to her and she wouldn't feel it.
And then, the rod was back again. Her blonde pussy hair shriveled, burning to her cunt mound. It was the same trick Rick had used with the cigarette. Only this was worse-he was using the iron, about to brand her on her cunt. Oh, God, he'd destroy her poor cunny! She wouldn't be able to do anything with it if he touched it with that rod! "NOOOO!"
There was the bitter stench of burned hair and dried cum. She could see that Rick was aroused by what was happening. His hand shook, and there was that telltale bulge in his pantleg.
"I'll do anything. I'll give you my girlfriends, anything you want. Just don't touch me with that ... thing!"
But the girl's prayers were in vain. The glowing iron inched toward her cunt. Cindy tried to inch away, but the ropes held fast. The heat baked her crotch, burning her convulsing hole without touching her flesh.
And what heat it was! It curled into her pussy, passing through the hollows and folds of her cunt, finally burning her stiffening clit. How odd it was for her to get so aroused over so horrible and ultimately disfiguring act.
"Nooo ... ARRRHHHH!"
The girl felt a small orgasm race through her pussy.
"You love it, babe, you love it like hell!" Rick growled, half in surprise and half in triumph. "Ohhhh, yes, yes!" Cindy admitted, turning her head away in shame.
"Then, take it!" he said, his voice suddenly becoming cold and harsh.
Cindy felt a sudden cold sensation on her right thigh. That lasted several seconds, followed by a wild hot surge of agony. There was a hissing sound, and then the stench of burning flesh. She looked, wide-eyed, at her legs and saw the red, glowing double eage burning into her white thigh flesh.
The girl stiffened, screamed as loudly as she could then passed out in a dead faint.