Chapter 11
Rick rocked the dagger again, pressing the tip harder into her stiffening clit.
Cindy gasped, her shoulders shaking as she snapped her head up and let out a terrified groan. The pressure on her half-erect clit surprised her. There she was, led to the slaughter, killing herself with her own body, and she was actually turning on to it! She arched her back, involuntarily rocking her ass back and forth, and thus pushing the sharp edges of the blade harder into her wet cuntlips.
"Fuck, this little bitch don't quit, does she?" Rick commented.
"Hey, man, this kinda chick's hard to find. You sure we can't take her with us? Man, we'd have one hell of a time before . . . " Mike started.
"I said no!" Rick said determinedly. "We gotta get the fuck outta here. But first, I'm gonna have this last piece of fun."
The other bikers murmured in approval, taking their cocks out and starting to jerk off. Cindy looked up and saw them all pointing their cocks at her face. They were all in a crazy kind of circle jerk, each man watching her being knifed by her own pussy, and jerking off. Soon, she'd be covered by a shower of jizz.
The repeating touch of the blade, plus the knowledge of all the men jerking off around her, sent streamers of incredible sexual excitement through the terrified girl. She became conscious of the tiny slits on the edges of her cu ntlips. The stinging cuntjuice, dribbling over the tiny wounds, made her clit swell larger and throb harder. Cindy found, to her amazement, that there was a wilder, more intense lust flowing through her cunt than ever before.
"No, no, NO!" the girl cried, shaking her head from side to side.
This was horrible; it was sick! She shouldn't be feeling this way, now. But then, she shouldn't have been feeling the way she did when they were on top of her, mistreating her horribly!
With that knowledge, Cindy felt her pulse race. She opened her eyes and saw Rick hovering over her. He had his long, thick cock stuck out from his pants. He still held the knife in the other hand, moving it around and around her cunt.
"Aaahhhh!" she gasped.
The tip of the knife was cutting into her clit. The searing pain was inseparable from the wild thrill of the touch on her clitty. Cindy found her cuntlips were on fire! To her shame and horror, the constant rush of her cuntjuice oozed more freely from her slit and burned into the tiny cuts made by the knife. It was as if someone were dripping acid into her cuts.
Her head throbbed from all the blows and horrors of the evening. She felt exhausted thoroughly humiliated and degraded. And yet, something kept her going-it was her cunt, her excited, hot young tight cunt, throbbing with perverted excitement, clamping down and cutting itself on the gleaming edges of that knife. That fiery stinging in her cuntlips and the fear of Rick's knife wounding her more severely, excited her even more.
Cindy hated herself at what she was feeling. She knew she should be either fighting back or waiting calmly for them to execute her. But why were her hips moving like that? Why was she clawing the floor, silently begging the men to do something more exciting, more fulfilling?
Rick dragged the tip of the knife back, cutting a groove down to the edge of Cindy's tight cuntmouth. The buzzing, spinning flashes from her clit tapered off, but the fear of having her cunt carved up like a turkey made her hotter than ever!
Cindy shoved her ass back at Rick. The tip of the knife slipped around the rim of her cunt, then past the puckered ring of her asshole. Cindy rocked her thighs back and forth. Even now, in the supposed last minutes of her life, she had to admit to herself she wanted that man.
Oh, God, she wanted his cock ramming her pussy even after what he'd done to her! How her body was betraying her! Yet, there was no need in denying it. All the men could see what was happening. She could feel the juice wetting her thighs, feel it stinging the tiny cuts made by Rick's hunting knife. All the men could see it, too. Why try to pretend something wasn't happening?
No, it was all too true. She'd have to come to terms with it later-if there was a later.
The knife poked at the rim of her asshole. Cindy gasped at the sudden touch. The pinprick stabs forced the rubbery brown ring of her bunghole inward. It barely broke the gray-pinkish skin. Cindy let out a gasp, shaking her head and shoulders violently. For a second, she let herself imagine the wild probing of a cock in her asshole. Yes, she'd been fucked there once, but to have two pricks inside her, reaming her out while dumping loads of jizz in her hole-that would be exciting!
Rick was panting, now. There were no more jokes about the girl and how hot she was. No one was saying much, now. There was the steady sound of heavy, uneven breathing. Cindy twisted her head around and watched him move his fist up and down on his fat cockshaft. She could barely see his fingers, so fast was his jerking-off speed. She rolled her hips from side to side, arching her back and pushing her asscheeks back at him.
The cuts were like tiny electric fires in her flesh. Her entire cunt was overheated and stung by the cutting pain of the knife wounds. Cindy's nervous sweat trickled into the tiny cuts, making them burn and itch. She felt the slippery sweat rolling down her thighs, mixing with her hot cuntjuice.
Then, Rick gave up playing around. Cindy could hear the knife drop to the floor behind her. His fat dickhead slithered into the slippery crack between her cuntlips. Cindy's clit burned as if someone had set fire to it. She rolled her hips forward, hunching her back. The dickhead finally lodged in her hole. "Ohhhh!" Cindy cried.
It was so good, so painfully good to get fucked this way, with her pussy cut up like that! Cindy bore down to ease his entry. Her torn cuntwalls hurt even more than when Jack had broke her, cherry. And yet, she was moaning like a bitch in heat when Rick leaned forward and put his hands on her narrow hips. His long, thick cock, slipped easily into her cunthole, like a greased finger. The constant flow of her pussy juice eased his way.
Once his cock was halfway into her dripping hole, the biker let go of her hips and shifted his grip to her hanging tits.
"Huhhhrrr! Huhhhrrr!" Cindy cried each time luck fucked his cock into her cunt. She was fighting back the rising need in her body-a horrible, exciting need she thought all the beating and all the perverted fucking had destroyed.
But something inside the young brunette rose, even now demanding to be recognized and satisfied. The girl found herself hunching back onto the big biker, whose cock had slid all the way into her tortured cunthole. She was enjoying the pain and humiliation he subjected her to. How wonderful it felt to feel the whole length of his massive cock in her hole, stretching it more and more as his excitement rose along with hers. He was swirling his hips around in tight circles, reaming out her cunthole, piledriving his dick while cruelly pinching and twisting her big titties.
"No, no," she whimpered, trying to stop the awful chain of lewd thoughts burning her mind. She tried clenching her cuntal muscle tight enough to stop his driving fuck. But instead, she discovered she was milking his cock with her pussy muscles, tugging at the big rod-actually caressing it!
Then Rick bent down, biting her hard on the neck while pistoning his cock even harder and faster into her pussy than before. He was fucking her like a true animal-like a dog in the streets. She was letting him, encouraging him in this filthy act.
Cindy threw her head back, lifting herself up with her trembling arms. She was swivelling her ass slowly in a counter motion to Rick's rotating. What a wonderful full feeling of wet friction she was having in her pussy! There was no escaping the pleasure she sought for herself, now.
Rick's belly slapped loudly against Cindy's ass. She could feel his cockhairs against her cunt and bunghole. Every tight curl seemed to find a little cut around her pussy or asshole. The itching burning sensation, in and around her cunt, intensified the tight ache, throbbing like an open wound in her pussy. Cindy hunched back around the biker's pounding cock, her ass swivelling, hunching, arching.
Rick's fingernails clawed at her sensitive nipples. Cindy grunted and sobbed, closing her eyes and letting out a hellish yell. The combination of the stretching in her cunthole and the gouging pain around her nipples burned her mind blank. All she wanted was to have the feelings increase, until the pain and the swelling, spinning knot of sexual tension in her belly exploded.
Cindy found herself cursing and drooling, her head rolling from side to side. She clawed at the floor, driving her sagging shoulders forward. She growled like a dog. The whirling lust raging in her cunt was about to blow apart.
Oh, God, how she loved and hated the excitement burning in her!
And then, she could feel her cunt ripple with preorgasmic spasms. In a second, she was cumming. "AHHHHH, N-N-NOOOO!"
The climax was as hard as the cock inside her, spraying out its jizz. She gritted her teeth, her body swaying drunkenly from side to side. She felt odd hot and cold flashes rip through her cunt and asshole, radiating quickly to all parts of her sweaty, tortured body. She shuddered, snapping her legs together, growling like an animal in heat as Rick clawed at her tits and pinched her nipples until he nearly drew milk from them.
Oh, how this prick was thickening, jerking, filling her tiny hole with so much of that filthy spunk! Cum, jizz, spunk! All night, the young girl had had nothing else but the white sticky stuff coming out of her asshole or her pussy! She'd been drenched in it, bathed in the horrible stuff!
"Cum, cum," Cindy murmured, drool oozing from the corners of her mouth.
She could feel her cunt and asshole on fire. After each shivering pulsation of her cuntwalls, the ripples left a weird kind of emptiness that was followed by an even more intense shattering throb. Cindy sobbed, knowing full well that no matter what she told herself later, she knew in her heart she'd encouraged these men to perform all these acts upon her.
"Jesus, what a fuck!" Rick said, pulling his cock from her fuckhole and shaking the last drops of cum from the red bulbous head.
"What do we do with her, now?" Mike asked. "Dump her."
With those words Cindy could feel someone sliding his hands under her chin and yanking her back. He was suffocating her with some kind of foul-smelling rag. She jerked her hands up as best she could.
But, oh, it was all so impossible, so awfully impossible! She found it hard to breathe. With a yell, muffled by the rag, Cindy felt the world spinning around her-then blackness.
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"You're one hell of a little girl," Jack said, smoothing his fingers over Cindy's big titties.
The young girl lay on her back on his large kingsized bed, stark naked. She was looking blankly at the ceiling and breathing softly, her hair fanned out delicately behind her head. Her thunderous titties lay like two main mountains on her chest, and her long, lithe white legs were slightly spread apart, exposing the dark red cuntal line beneath her bush of pussy hairs. All the welts inflicted two months earlier were gone.
"Thank you," Cindy said modestly, sighing deeply and turning her face toward Jack.
She knew she should be here. She'd told her mother she was working late at the shop. Cindy prayed her mother wouldn't call on her to check.
"No, really. When I heard about what those punks had done to you . . . "
"Don't," Cindy said with a tremor in her voice. She turned her face away and fought back the hot tears welling up in her eyes.
The gang had knocked her out, then dragged her back to Boston, dumping her near the state capital building in the Commons. Police found her, soon enough, and rushed the moaning teenager to the hospital. There, Cindy discovered Jack had been found earlier by the State Patrol. In the hospital, Cindy talked with police, telling them only half of what the gang had done to her. Tears streaming from her eyes, she couldn't tell those cold people about the dogs, even about the gang rape that had temporarily turned her into a piece of wood.
No, that story would have to wait until either the gang was caught, or when she was strong enough to confide in someone. For now, the police would have to be content with Rick's final rape and the beatings she'd endured through the night.
"They'll catch them," Jack said, setting his jaw and looking angrily at the wall just beyond Cindy's small shoulder.
She smiled dimly, knowing his male image had been somewhat tarnished by the fact he'd been overpowered and subdued by those men. "Maybe," she said softly, feeling warm and sexy all over again.
They'd fucked earlier that evening, and now were enjoying the warm afterglow.
"Oh, Cindy. You're one hell of a hot girl," Jack said, bending his head down to hers and kissing her.
Cindy let her mouth open to his probing tongue. His big strong-fingered hands moved automatically to her tits, gently massaging them. She felt the pit of her belly melting. The scratchy hairs on his belly tickled her nipples. Cindy giggled, kissing him more hungrily. Jack was moaning, sliding his hand to her crotch. Cindy could feel the long, thick mass of his prick against her flat belly, again.
Yes, oh, yes! He was going to fuck her!
After that night, the young teenager was certain she never wanted a cock in her pussy again. But after several months of abstention, plus weeks of therapy, Cindy came around again. When she talked to Jack at the hospital, then saw him later in Boston, the young girl decided she was ready to have a try at bedroom fucking, once more.
Cindy pulled away from the kiss, spreading her legs slowly apart on the silken top sheet. Oh, how good and soft and smooth and cool that material felt against her hot flesh! Jack's sliding fingertips moved from the top of her cuntal mound to the slippery area at the bottom of her pussylips. How wonderfully Jack's hands, on her cunt, moved!
They squeezed her cuntlips together, rubbing the inner folds of her pussy against her stiff clit. Cindy let out a long, shuddering moan.
And then, there was the sensation of Jack's fat purple cockhead rubbing her pussy. She could feel the hot thick juices bubbling from the back of her cunt. Her pussy was already hot enough to open wide, then shut on nothing. Jack rolled his hips, pushing his cock against the top of Cindy's cuntmound. His fingers tightened on her shoulders. Cindy tilted her cuntal mound up, a sign for Jack to fuck her.
The young lawyer's cockhead pressed right over her clit. Cindy shuddered again, sucking in a ragged breath as she felt a kind of electric jolt sparking from her clit to her ass. She rocked her ass from side to side, directing End of his dickhead against one cuntlip, then twisting around so it touched the other.
"Oh, God, I can't believe you. You're one hell of a fuck," Jack murmured.
For a second, Cindy stopped her sexual antics. It was the same kind of comment Rick had made. Oh, God, how that had sickened her! Even now, when those words were spoken by Jack, she felt her belly turn over. She couldn't let what happened to her in the past affect her now!
Cindy rocked her hips forward, sliding the greasy cleft of her cunt over Jack's cockhead. She squirmed on the wrinkled bedsheets like a snake, trying to slide onto his thick fuck-pole. Jack grunted, realizing what she was trying to do. He thrust his cock forward, popping it past the tense, eager ring of her cuntmouth.
The young brunette sighed, feeling herself melting. She pulled Jack's head close and welded her mouth to his. Her tongue speared his mouth as she scissored her legs over his back and hunched up madly. She arched her back as Jack pulled his cock out until the ridge around the dickhead tugged at her outer pussy-lips.
Oh, what a wonderful way to spend a night! As Jack dug his fingernails into her plump buttocks, hammering his dick in and out of her pussy as she curled forward and slid onto his cock, Cindy drove the bikers and their sadism out of her mind.
She wouldn't think of them any more. They'd shown her a part of her sexuality she wasn't proud of, but that was all over. Now, there was Jack-wonderful, wonderful Jack!
As Cindy melted into a glowing orgasm, she murmured Jack's name ...