Chapter 5
Easing her butt down once more, Cindy felt her round, plump ass flatten on the rough, frozen floor. She winced as the slivers bit into her cuntlips, then sighed with an odd delight as the jagged cold scratched her inner cuntal muscles. She stiffened her spine, wiggling her hips to position the spikes against her clit. The young girl gasped when she felt contact. One jagged sliver, longer than the others, creased her clit shaft. She raised her ass, then lowered it-up and down, up and down-twisting from side to side, rubbing the sliver against her clit and breathing hard through her flared nostrils.
"Ohhhhhh!" the girl cried. She felt her tits swelling in her bra, feeling like they did when Jack was rolling on top of her, pinning her to his mattress while sliding one hand under her bra to feel the hard, rubbery nipple.
Cindy's throat grew all tight and dry. Her chest hurt, and her lungs felt as if someone had set them on fire. Her legs were trembling, and she was letting out tight little grunts with each downward thrust of her hips. Her body heat melted the thin layer of ice, covering the cement floor. The brittle sound of shard against flesh grew louder, then was muffled by the sound of rapidly slapping, wet flesh.
Cindy was going crazy. Her back was straight, her head thrown back, her eyes closed. She was bouncing up and down on an inert cement shard. The edge cut deep. Her clit was slick with her pussyjuice. Oh, how horrible, how terrible for her to be doing this kind of weird, sick thing. At least with a man, a person was satisfying a natural need. But there was something obscene, something incredibly dirty about doing this kind of sex act. "Ahhhh, ohhhhh!"
The force of her bouncing jiggled her titties, made her stiff nipples scratch maddeningly against her bra cups. Oh, what a teasing sensation that was! How her titties bounced, jiggled, felt as if they were going to spill out of her bra. And how hot and wet she was feeling, all over her body!
Cindy could feel her clothing sticking uncomfortably to her wet flesh as she whimpered, bounced, moaned, worked her ass up and down, back and forth over the maddening, cutting stone shard. Her hair flounced across her flushed, swollen face. Cindy rolled her ass in a wild rhythm, forcing her bloated clit across the shard.
Then, she felt a cum slam through her pussy, making her stiffen and throw her head back even farther. She felt her body snapping and jerking as she lurched back and forth. She was still full of wild lust and desire-panting and sweating, chilled almost to the point of numbness. The brunette teenager raised her ass. With only the tip of the cement point she'd found earlier, she swung side to side, gouging every sensitive square inch of pussy flesh she could find.
"Jack, Jack," the girl mumbled, closing her eyes and picturing the big lawyer and how he looked, towering over her. She thought of his big cock, of his fat balls, of the way he initiated her into the world of fucking and sucking. Oh, she'd been such an innocent girl, and what he'd done to her to change that!
Thinking of him, Cindy worked her hips faster. She reached down and dug into her cunt with her fingers. Taking her clit between her thumb and forefingers, Cindy gave it a hard tweak, feeling the resulting jolting shock rip through her pussy. With another sharp cry, she fell onto her side, drawing her legs tightly against her belly. She dug her knees into her tits and whimpered quietly.
"Oh, God, God, what's going to happen to me? What are they going to do to me?" the young girl sobbed, jamming her knuckles into her mouth and stifling the sobs.
Oh, no, she couldn't let them hear her crying. They'd do something horrible to her, she was sure of it. These were the kind of men who turned on to a woman's terror and pain. If she could only keep from showing it, they might grow tired of her and send her back.
Suddenly, she heard footsteps on the porch, again. She stopped her crying and, as the door opened, Cindy managed to keep her hand steady as she wiped a tear away.
"Enjoyin' yourself, baby?"
Cindy felt a shiver of something-excitement, terror, a little of both? He was closing the door behind him, smiling strangely at the terrified girl.
"The others are out in the barn, workin' on their bikes, I've got first crack at you," Rick said, smirking at the girl.
"First ... crack?"
Cindy shook. She was going to be their feast for the night!
"Yeah, babe. You're gonna get rammed in the cunt, ass and mouth, tonight. Sheeit, you ain't gonna be able to walk for a month!"
Cindy shrank away when she saw him walking toward her. His thick-heeled boots crunched the dirty, cold wooden floor. He stopped in front of her. As she lay on her side, facing the biker, she could smell his black leather boots, reeking of filthy snow and mud. What were they all going to do to her, cut her throat? Automatically, Cindy threw a hand across her neck. Rick saw what she did and laughed brutally.
"Don't worry, babe. We're not gonna cut your throat-that is, we're not gonna do somethin' like that if you cooperate with us."
For the first time since her capture, Cindy felt real terror. The flesh along her thighs crawled. As Rick took a step closer, she drew back. The window light caught the biker's face and upper torso. The sweat on his skull made his close-cropped blond hair glisten. His forehead wrinkled, and the skin around his dark, deep-set eyes tightened. He looked like the image of the death's head emblem he wore on his leather bike cap. He hadn't shaved for a day or so, and his sweat made the stubble stand out.
Rick was a big man, thick-muscled, but with the beginnings of a pot belly. Cindy wrinkled up her nose. There was an odor about him, suggesting he hadn't bathed for some time. She could almost smell the stink of his groin through the tight-fitting Levi's, stretched across his thighs.
The big blond laughed again, then reached down and laid a calloused palm on her right shoulder. He shoved her back so hard, her head struck the floor. Light-slivers shot in front of her eyes. She sucked in a ragged breath, afraid of his boots, his hand-the man.
"No, babe. I'm gonna be real nice to you-sort of," Rick added, chuckling.
Cindy cringed.
"Sit up!" he commanded.
When the young brunette hesitated, Rick reached down and grabbed a handful of her hair, snagging some of it in his dirt-encrusted nails. He jerked her head toward him, making her mouth strike the side of his right boot. Cindy cried out, feeling her upper lip split from the force of the blow. She could taste something warm and salty in her mouth. Oh, God, she was bleeding, bleeding into her throat!
When Rick growled, his thick lips twisted up in a sadistic leer. She tensed when she saw him raising that big hand again. Cindy remembered what a powerful blow that hand could bring. She thought of Jack, lying unconscious on the side of the road, and of her own near unconsciousness when he had slapped her across the face, by the car.
But no blow came. Rick held his hand high in the air, studying her closely. Finally, Cindy couldn't take it any longer, and started crawling like a snake to the wall. As she moved, he advanced. The young girl dropped her eyes from the hand for a moment and saw his hard-on pressing hard against his pantleg. He was looking at her with the fixed stare of a hungry wolf. When she trembled, terrified, Rick smiled with satisfaction. His lips pulled back across his yellowed teeth.
Oh, God, she could smell his wretched, stinking breath!
Then, suddenly, the big biker let loose, slicing his big hand through the air. She could see it coming toward her, could hear the air wooshing behind the falling fist. And then, there was the report of a slap and her resulting quavering scream, echoing off the walls.
The force of the blow made her head throb. Her body snapped to the side, and she nearly rolled over onto her heaving belly.
"Come on," Rick said in a low voice. His breath was stinking and heavy.
Cindy whimpered. Oh, how foully he smelled! And what would he do to her? God, he could do anything to her, and no one would come to help her. There wouldn't be the gentle sex-play of Jack Maginn. No, he was going to hurt her as much as he could!
But suddenly, that thought was building an odd sexual thrill that was intensified by the fear she felt. Rick let her sob for a second. But the excitement building in him was building rapidly in her, as well. Cindy watched him fumble with the top button, holding his Levi's to his thick waist. The halves parted. She saw him shoving his pants down to his knees, exposing his thick mass of blond cockhairs. Something fat and long shot out. Cindy gasped, her eyes widening in surprise.
Good God, she didn't think there could be that many fat dicks in the world-first Jack's, then this monster's! Rick's was thick and long, perhaps longer than Jack's. And with the added terror of his massive bulk, his physical filth, his crudity and his leather jacket-the entire effect was mind-blowing for the teenager.
His purple cockhead throbbed with excitement, a single droplet of pre-cum oozing from his long piss-slit. His balls were tight, drawing into the upper portion of his fuck sac.
If she only had a knife, she'd take care of this bastard! And yet, at the same time, she had an image of his cock-full, thick and hard, fucking her pussy like crazy! The image made her pussy throb with heat and excitement. She wanted to touch herself, to relieve the horrible pressure in her cunt. But no, that would only be giving him the added pleasure of degrading her. She had to fight back these terrible, obscene feelings rising from some sick pool inside her.
Sobbing, Cindy pressed her back against the wall. She clenched her fingers into two tight fists and pressed them against the floor. Once more, she could feel the shards of cement and the splinters digging into her asscheeks. She was dizzy with fright-and something else she couldn't define.
The biker pushed his Levi's to his boot tops, reached down and scratched his balls. Cindy marveled at the way his cock throbbed when the big man touched it lightly with his fingers. He was really excited, all right.
The odor of his hot groin filled her nostrils. Her sweat drenched her armpits and crotch, and trickled down from her forehead into her eyes and nose. The cold in the room tightened her wet scalp. Her hair seemed to crinkle as a cold draft ricocheted off the walls.
Rick moved closer, his fat cock waving like a flag in front of him, threatening her with its very presence. He pulled open his red flannel shirt, exposing his hairy chest and navel. His thighs were muscular and hairy. Cindy looked up and ground her teeth together. There wouldn't be any mercy in this quarter. Her only recourse was to grit her teeth and bear up as best she could.
And yet, was it really rape? She could feel her titties swelling. Her nipples were hard, straining against her bra cups. A spasm of excitement rippled through her body, slamming, like an electric jolt, through her mushy pussy. She could feel her clit tingling with passion. Her cunt was getting all hot and wet. And how her thighs were tightening!
No, it couldn't be called a rape. There was a part of her mind and body that wanted this.
The biker's hand stayed poised over her head. Then it came down once more, cutting the shadows in the room. Cindy screamed as his hand smashed into her forehead. The girl cried out, falling back onto the floor. Rick reached down and wrapped his fingers around her hair. As she groaned, he dragged her to the center of the large living room, near the tattered sofa.
Dropping her, he climbed on top of the struggling, twisting young woman. He pawed her tits, opening her heavy jacket and forcing it off her shoulders. Then he struggled with her blouse buttons. He ripped the garment, found her bra strap and pulled. Cindy tried to stay passive, to let the big man have his pleasure, without fighting back. But as her tits sprang free and the cold air struck them, she cried out. Instinctively, she raised both arms. He knocked them to one side, but the girl kept her hands covering her titty-tips.
Rick growled again, jerking her hard by the wrists. He forced her arms to one side. Her titties bounced, the nipples hard and red. As he dropped to his knees, Rick still held her tightly by the wrists. He forced his face into her white tits. His mouth engulfed one nipple and he sucked hard. But this wasn't the gentle, massaging kind of sucking she had been given by the handsome young lawer, Jack Maginn. No, he was tearing at her flesh, nearly ripping the nipples from the surrounding sensitive flesh. It was as if he were a hungry wolf, feeding on her writhing body. "AHHHHHH!" Cindy cried.
His military-style haircut felt like bristle brushes scraping her soft flesh. His teeth tore at her rubbery nipples, sending daggers of odd pleasure through her body. As her terror grew, the sweat spattered. His sweat ran down her belly, running into her cuntal crack and mingling with her pussy juice. The sudden sensation of that mixture was like a punch aimed directly behind Cindy's navel. It knocked the wind out of her. Her thighs snapped together, and her buttocks rose off the floor. She was pressing her belly into his chest.
"So, the little bitch is pretty fuckin' hot, eh? Shit, you couldn't scream loud enough to get us away. And now, you want a good helpin' of cockmeat, eh?"
Rick's words stung her pride. No, she didn't want all those horrible things she was accusing her of! And yet, why was she hunching back? Why was she twisting her body so sensuously under his horrible pawing and groping? If she really hated this, she'd be fighting him off-biting, scratching-until he knocked her unconscious and raped her that way. No, there was something in her definitely responding to his brutal sexual stimulus.
She was loving every second of this!
She wanted to be raped by him, to be vilified by this big sadistic biker. She felt ripple after ripple tearing through her contracting pussy. Oh, how her body was drinking in the sensation of his rough Levi's scraping the bare, white flesh of her thighs and belly.
Then suddenly, she thought of her plight, alone with all these men, and the other part of her mind came into play. With a frightened sob, the girl pulled back, covering her mouth with the back of her hand and whimpering.
But Rick wouldn't let her go. He held her wrist with one hand and jammed his palm between her legs, forcing them farther apart. He cupped her crotch, his thumb ramming into her jagged slit.
"Ahhhh!" Cindy moaned, her body stiffening, her shoulders thrown back and her head rolling from side to side.
Her lower jaw slackened and a string of drool oozed from one corner of her mouth. Without thinking, Cindy shoved her hips down, impaling her cunt on his thick, dirty thumb. Oh, how wonderfully brutal that thumb felt, slicing into her hot, wet throbbing pussy.
"Yeah, baby, you're one hell of a good fuck! 1 can tell that," Rick grunted.
He was excited by the reactions of the groaning brunette teenager. He shoved his thumb in deeper, finding her swollen clit shaft with its callused tip. With another grunt, he pressed hard, crushing it under his jagged nail.
Cindy shrieked, her head snapping back and her eyelids fluttering open. She was panting heavily now, panting as hard as she'd been with Jack. Oh, God, was her reaction to this kind of fucking the same as with Jack! Oh, how horrible, how disgusting! She was bouncing up and down on this
filthy biker's thumb. She could feel her mouth getting dry, oh so dry! What was happening to her? She was actually hoping this big man would fuck her soon! Oh, yes-fuck, fuck-driving that cock into her hot little hole. She didn't care who he was, what he was!
All thoughts of Jack and that beautiful session they had in his king-sized bed disappeared under the red fog of sexual excitement. She was an animal, as much of an animal as the man torturing her. Yes, she wanted this kind of sexual abuse!
Yes, yes-fuck, yes!
Suddenly, Rick pulled his hand away. It came out of her wet little cunt with a soft sucking noise. Then he growled out something and threw her onto her back. He couldn't wait any longer.
Cindy struck the floor, but this time, she didn't feel the stone and wood splinters. There was a slight sensation of cold on her ass. But now, the sexual heat had taken her over completely. She clenched her thighs together, feeling the building electricity in her wet cuntal slit. The terror receded, and yet, she had to show her terror. For some reason, she knew it would heighten both his and her delight in what was about to take place.
Rick threw himself onto her belly, knocking the wind out of her, temporarily. He shoved his hands cruelly between them, prying her legs apart with his callused, dirty fingers.
Cindy's eyes were shut. Tears oozed from under her closed lids. Her mouth was pulled into a tight scar as a pulse leaped through her throat. Her jaw set and tightened as she bit her lower lip. Her tits were swollen, the nipples blood-engorged. Spasms of perverted lust attacked her belly, radiating into her cunt.
The cold wind struck her outer labes as he forced her open. His weight pressed down on her, making the girl think he was actually going to crush her.
Then there was the sensation of something softer, something terribly hot and big, pressing against her cuntlips. It had to be his cockhead pressing against her pussy and trying to worm its way in. The young girl cried out, grunting as her knees sagged apart. She pressed the soles of her booted feet into the floor, raising her ass, tilting her cunt to fully feel the rubbing sensation of Rick's cock sliding over her clit.
Ohhh, how marvelous it felt! She could feel her pussy walls unsticking. There was a weird, itchy sensation as her cuntal walls stretched to accommodate Rick's sinking cock. She could feel her cunt ballooning out, stretching to the tearing point, doing everything it could to take in that big fat dick. It was only the second cock she'd had in her life, and yet, she was amazed at how easily her pussy was drinking in the biker's massive prong.
In seconds, he was all the way into her fuck hole. There wasn't the gentle, slow penetration she'd experienced with Jack Maginn. He was fucking her like a bull in rut. His fat belly filled the natural curve of her hips. The piss and jizz odor, reeking from his crotch, hung over them like a sick perfume. He slammed into her with no ceremony.
Oh, God, how her mind was spinning around and around! He fucked her harder and faster, driving his thighs so hard against hers, Cindy thought he was bruising her terribly. Oh, to have been fucked so nicely by one man and raped so savagely by another-and all in the same day!
"We'll see how fuckin' high and mighty you are when I dump my load of jizz down your cunt!" Cindy hated to admit it, but she was waiting impatiently for that second.