Chapter 7
"Get me another beer, cunt." Without looking up, Joe held out his hand. Rushing breathlessly from the kitchen, Carol slapped a bottle of beer into the outstretched paw. "Next time, don't take so long," he snarled. Joe, Pete, and Tom were playing poker: The three men were seated around a table in the middle of the cabin. A huge pile of half-empty beer bottles littered the room. The men were drunk. Carol hovered anxiously near, ready to run and get anything the three might want. She was, in effect, their slave.
It was three days since they had raped her in the woods. Ever since, all of them had been staying in the cabin. Carol worked her ass off to keep the place livable. She had to fuck her ass off, too. The men were at her all the time. She never knew when one of them might demand a quick fuck. After the first day, Joe had the bright idea of dressing her up in a special costume. Long black stockings, high heels, and a short apron that didn't quite reach down to her cunt.
Nothing else. Bare tits, bare ass, bare cunt, accentuated by her obscenely brief costume. "Jesus! That's the fifth hand in a row I've lost," Tom said sullenly, throwing down his cards. "So? What are you bitching about?" Joe growled. "You won twenty bucks off me yesterday." "Big deal. I'm down thirty today. What I need is something to change my luck. Something to jazz me up a little."
Tom thought a moment. "Hey, you, cunt!" he suddenly snapped. Carol's head jerked up, her eyes alert and wary. The men all called her "cunt" now. She knew better than to complain. They could get mean. "You ... you want something?" she asked anxiously. What had she forgotten to do? "Yeah. Come over here and suck my cock," Tom said in a bored voice. Carol walked over and stood next to Tom's chair. She shifted her feet nervously, but the stocky man continued staring at his cards.
Finally he looked up. "Well? What the fuck are you waiting for?" he snapped. "I told you to suck my cock." "Right here?" Carol stammered. "While you're playing?" "Yeah. I got a good hand. I don't want to stop." Tom continued studying his cards. "Come on. Down on your knees and start sucking." Shrugging, Carol knelt next to Tom's chair. She could see he wasn't going to cooperate at all. She would have to do everything herself.
Unzipping Tom's fly, she fished out his cock. It was still soft but hardening rapidly. It throbbed in her hand as she stared down at it. She was getting tired of sucking cocks. That seemed to be what the men mostly wanted from her. She wished they'd fuck her instead. Sighing, the half-naked girl started licking the head of Tom's cock. She felt his body twitch as her tongue slid over the sensitive underside of his glans. But he tried to act cool and controlled.
H e discarded. "Gimme two cards ... uuuuhhhhnnnnn." The moan came when Carol slyly stabbed the tip of her tongue up into the tiny slit in the end of his cock. Tom was sweating within minutes. "I'll see you and raise two bucks," he managed to grit out in reply to Pete's opening bet. His eyes were growing glassy when he was called. "See!" he said triumphantly when he won the hand. "I told you I needed something to change my luck!"
He raked in the pot, then put his hand on the back of Carol's head and pushed down. "Suck it, for God's sake," he growled. Carol gagged as his swelling cock shoved its way to the back of her throat. But she obediently sucked. Tom's cock grew larger in her mouth until her lips were stretched tightly around the bloated shaft. It was Tom's turn to deal. He took the pack shakily, trying not to moan as Carol sucked busily on the tip of his cock. Trying to shuffle the cards, he dropped them once, and fumblingly picked them up.
The other two men shifted nervously in their seats as Tom started the deal. Both were staring at Carol's head, bobbing up and down in Tom's lap. They could clearly hear the wet slurping sounds her mouth made as she worked it up and down Tom's rigid prick. "Oh, Jesus," Tom moaned as Carol started squeezing his balls.
"Hey! You still dealing?" Joe asked irritably. "Oh, yeah," Tom panted, barely managing to regain control of himself. He dealt quickly, fighting with all his strength to ignore the intense sensations throbbing through his loins. With a sigh of relief he put down the deck. Oh, God, but his cock felt good! Carol sure could suck! Then Tom became aware that Pete was talking to him.
"Huh?" he asked shakily. "I said I'd take three cards," Pete snapped. "Wake up, for shit's sake!" Tom picked up the deck and started to deal out the three cards. Down in his lap, Carol was aware he was on the verge of coming. His cock was swelling larger and larger inside her mouth. She decided it might as well be now, while he was trying to deal. That would teach the bastard to not fuck her, to waste this nice hard cock in her mouth when her cunt ached with need.
Tom had dealt Pete his three cards. "Only one for me," Joe said. Tom tried to flip him the card but his hands suddenly weren't working. Carol was sucking madly on his cock, her hands pumping his balls. "Oooohhhh . . . JESUS!" Tom suddenly bellowed. His hands spasmed, crumpling the deck.
Cards shot all over the table. "AAARRRGGGHHHL" he roared. His hands dropped to Carol's head, shoving it down hard against his spouting cock, holding it in place as he pumped his jizz up into her mouth. Carol purposely didn't swallow all the cum gushing into her mouth. She let a lot of it run back out, soaking into the front of Tom's pants. She was still pissed off that she hadn't been fucked recently.
"Shit!" Joe growled. "And I had a hell of a good hand!" Disgustedly, he flipped a new deck onto the table. "Clean up this mess," he snapped to Carol. The brunette was getting up from her knees, wiping a smear of Tom's cum from her lips with the back of her hand. "And bring me another beer," Joe added. "A beer for all three of us."
Carol decided to get the beer first. The men got ugly when they didn't have one in their hands. She brought the three frosty bottles and put them down on the table. Then she started scooping up the scattered, bent cards from the first deck. Carol was standing next to Joe as she worked. Casually, he slipped his right hand up the back of her thighs. Before she knew what he intended, Joe rammed his thumb up her cunt.
"Aaaahhh!" Carol straightened with a jerk. Her eyes flew open, big and round and wondering. Then, as Joe began slowly shoving his thumb in and out of her pussy, her eyes softened, glittering with pleasure as a warm sexy glow began inside her cunt. Joe's thumb was cold from having held his beer bottle, but the coldness was oddly exciting. Carol stood dreamily, swaying on her feet, her hips beginning to pump slowly down against Joe's thrusting thumb.
Tom and Pete stared. Carol was facing them, and since Joe's hand was coming in from behind the girl's body, they could clearly see Joe's thick thumb shoving in and out of her cunt. It pushed past her fleshy cuntlips, puckering the skin as it reached far up into her cuntal opening. The soft brown pubic hair was growing wet as Joe's chugging thumb smeared pussy juice over the girl's cuntlips.
"Oooohhhh," Carol sighed. Joe's thumb wasn't, nearly as big as a cock, but she had no doubt it could make her come. She was steadying herself for her orgasm when Joe suddenly got bored. As casually as he had shoved it in, he popped his thumb out of the girl's cunt. "Noooo," Carol mumbled. That had been happening all too often lately. She was ready to complain, but then decided better. Too much chance of getting Joe mad.
Sadly Carol picked up the last of the cards and headed back for the kitchen. Pete watched her go. The girl's naked ass swayed enticingly. The long black stockings and the short apron accentuated the ivory gleam of her ass-cheeks. Stray tendrils of pussy hair poked back between her thighs. Pete looked over at Joe. The big man had started to wipe his glistening thumb on his pants, but then spotted the dog. "Here, Rajah," he ordered. The big black animal. got up and ambled closer and Joe let him smell his thumb. Rajah looked interested and licked the thumb clean.
"Would you look at that?" Joe guffawed. "The fucking dog is a natural where cunt is concerned." Carol listened as she continued into the kitchen. She wondered for one terrified moment if Joe knew she had fucked Rajah. She prayed he didn't. That was one secret she wanted to keep. A secret she shared only with Chris. And Chris was different. She knew he would never treat her as coldly or contemptuously as Joe and his two slob-like companions.
And he could fuck. After three days with Joe and the others, she was eagerly looking forward to Chris' return. Joe was still trying to get Pete to watch Rajah licking pussy juice off his thumb. But Pete was thinking of Carol, and of her lush ass disappearing into the kitchen.
She came back out with a damp cloth in one hand. He stared at the fluffy patch of cunt hair between her legs, and at her big swaying tits. Carol turned away and bent over to mop off the top of a small table. Her ass was thrust back in Pete's direction. "Goddamn," the tall man murmured. "A man can only stand so much temptation." Getting up, he moved swiftly toward Carol, unzipping his pants.
Carol didn't notice him. She was still thinking about Chris. She realized Pete was behind her when the tip of his cock slipped between her thighs. "Oh!" she yelped, startled. She started to straighten up, but Pete forced her back down again, bent forward over the table. One of his hands hooked around her hip, jerking her ass back against his loins.
"Spread them legs a little," he ordered. Taken by surprise, Carol shuffled her feet apart, slightly opening her cunt. That was all Pete needed. His cock slammed up into Carol's pussy. "Uuuunnngggg!" the girl grunted, gasping from the force of Pete's thrust. One minute she had been standing there, horny, the next minute she had a cunt full of cock.
Dizzy from the shock of the sudden assault, she had a moment to be grateful that Joe had so recently had his thumb up her cunt, getting it wet. Otherwise, Pete's brutal thrust might have torn something. "Well ... I suppose the card game is over for the day," Joe chuckled, watching Pete pound his cock up into Carol from behind.
"Just when I felt a lucky streak coming on," Tom said sulkily. "Look, asshole, we'd still be playing if you hadn't stuck your cock in her face," Joe sneered. He was getting tired of having Pete and Tom around all the time. They were drinking up his booze and fucking his broad. Not that he minded watching Pete fuck Carol. He admired the way the lanky man was pounding his cock up into the girl's cunt. He was fucking so hard that each thrust nearly lifted Carol off the floor. If she hadn't had the sturdy table to hang onto, she'd be on her face by now.
Carol was starting to whimper and moan. This was the hardest any of the men had fucked her so far. She ground her ass back against Pete's pounding loins, trying to open her cunt to his driving cock as much as she could. "Goddamn fucking bitch," Pete snarled. "Walkin' around here dressed like that, your ass and tits hangin' out ... it's enough to drive a man nuts."
Pete conveniently forgot he was one of the ones who had insisted Carol dress that way. "Take that, cunt! And that ... and that ... and that!" Every mighty thrust Pete made into Carol's cunt, he meant to hurt her. But he was only giving the whining girl one of the best fucks of her life. The suddenness added to her excitement. "Oooohhhhh," she moaned. Her knuckles whitened as she held desperately to the edge of the table. Head down, her hair sweeping the table top, she concentrated on jamming her ass backwards, filling her cunt with Pete's hard cock.
Then Pete was coming. She felt his cock jerking and twitching inside her snatch. The first jet of jizz drilled up her cunt. "Oh, I've got to hurry, hurry ... hurry!" she thought desperately. "I've gotta come!" Carol had time for one short, sharp climax before Pete abruptly pulled his cock from her dripping hole. The whole fuck had lasted less than a minute. As intense and savage as it had been, it still wasn't enough. That quickie climax had left the girl hornier than ever.
But it seemed to have satisfied Pete for the moment. He stuffed his shrinking cock back into his pants and headed back to the living room. He joined his buddies who were sitting around the fireplace. "Get us bottle of whiskey," Joe grunted in Carol's direction. Oh, no, she thought worriedly. It was always bad news when they started on the hard stuff. They got mean. Particularly Joe.
While the men drank, Carol thought about her situation. She was getting tired of the way the men were treating her. Oh, her cunt loved it. She loved the sexual attention from three strong men. But they had been fucking her less and less. And the increasing humiliation they were putting her through was getting harder to bear. At first it had been a thrill, and Carol had slipped easily into the role of the ravished maiden.
But she wasn't getting ravished often enough. Her cunt throbbed with need. Pete's quick fuck had only been a teaser. Well, it would be different when Chris got back. Then she could get all the fucking she wanted. Chris' warm smile, his many little kindnesses, his big cock; they were something to look forward to. She looked over at Joe and his friends. They were already shit-faced drunk. Oh-oh. Joe had seen her watching them. He had a look on his face that could only mean trouble.
"You know," Joe said to the others. "This dumpy cabin is beginning to bore me." "Oh?" Pete said vaguely. "Yeah. It ain't got enough color, enough zing. -The decorating in here is for the birds." Tom and Pete were starting to pick up the sly mockery in Joe's voice.- Their ears pricked up. They knew good old Joe could always be good for a laugh.
"So what can we do about it?" Tom giggled. "Wall hangings," Joe suddenly said. "What we. need is wall hangings. Really nice ones. They'd jazz up the place." Carol didn't like the tone in Joe's voice. She turned, ready to slip away into the kitchen. "Hey, you, cunt!" Joe barked at her before she could leave. "Guess what? You're gonna be a wall hanging."
"A ... a what?" Carol stammered. "A wall hanging. Get your ass over here!" Nervously Carol went over to Joe. He slid his hand up her thighs, yanked out a couple of her pussy hairs. Carol flinched, but kept silent. "Yeah, real nice texture," Joe grunted, looking at the crinkly hairs in his hands. He stared at her pink-nippled tits. "Nicely contrasting colors. You'll do. Get those fucking silly clothes off."
"Now, Joe . . . " Carol started to say. "GET 'EM OFF!" Joe suddenly yelled. Carol saw that the level of whiskey in the bottle was dangerously low. She had better not take a chance on provoking Joe. Oh, if Chris were only here! He'd make sure Joe didn't go too far.
When Carol was naked, Joe lurched to his feet. Swaying, he opened a drawer and rummaged inside. "I used to have a girl friend who was an interior decorator," he said. "She showed me how to fix up a place, do-it-yourself. Ahhh, here we are. Just the things we need to tack up a wall hanging."
Joe held up a hammer and some nails. Carol paled. My God! Was he going to nail her to the wall? She started edging away, but Joe noticed. "Grab her, you guys," he ordered. Strong hands seized hold of the girl. She stood trembling as Joe continued fumbling in the drawer. "Now you two hold her against the wall. With her arms up and her legs kind of spread out. Yeah, like that."
When he was satisfied with Carol's position, Joe took several broad pieces of leather from the drawer. He stretched a strip of the leather over Carol's right wrist, and then nailed the ends to the wall. Three more strips took care of her legs and other wrist. One long broad piece around her waist, and Carol was securely nailed to the wall, spread-eagled, both arms over her head-and her legs braced wide apart.
"Now ain't that pretty?" Joe said proudly, sitting back and admiring his work. "Such warm flesh-like tones. Hell, let's face it. Our wall hanging has great tits and a juicy cunt." Tom and Pete were admiring the girl, too. The way her arms were stretched up over her head had pulled her tits up high. Tom flicked his finger nail over one of the pink little nipples.
"Hey, look . . . it's alive!" he chortled, pointing, as Carol's nipple reacted, growing harder. Carol quivered under the stocky man's touch. She had never felt so vulnerable. Pinned to the wall upright, she sensed the men's eyes boring into her nude body. She knew they could touch her anywhere they wanted, do anything to her and she couldn't do anything but accept it. "Hey, how we gonna fuck her, stuck to the wall like that?" Pete asked. "Her cunt's too low." "You got a point. She'd even be hard to eat." Suddenly Joe's pig-like eyes lit up. "Eureka!" he cried, holding up his thumb.
The others looked at him as though he were crazy. Until he called Rajah. "Here boy," he said coaxingly. "You're gonna get some lunch." Then Tom and Pete remembered how the dog had lapped the warm pussy juices from Joe's thumb. "Right over here, Rajah," Joe said, guiding the dog's head between Carol's naked thighs. "Get a whiff of that."
Rajah's tail started to wag as he smelled the rich aroma of Carol's recently fucked cunt. He shoved his nose into the steaming slit. "Oh!" Carol exclaimed as the cold black snout bored into her cunt. She tried to jerk away, but the leather strips were too tight. Carol had never felt so humiliated. It was bad enough the way the men treated her, but now they were going to make her Rajah's plaything while they watched.
Joe and the others sat back in their chairs, grinning as they watched Rajah nose into Carol's cunt. They were amused by the stunned look on the girl's face. Suddenly Rajah's long tongue snaked out, burrowing up between Carol's legs, splaying hotly over her cunt. "Uuuunnn," the girl panted. Her body twitched as she felt Rajah's familiar tongue slithering over her pussy flesh. She knew what his tongue was capable of doing to her, but she hated to have this happening in front of the three grinning apes.
Carol didn't even try to fight it. She knew there was no way to stop that incredible tongue from turning her into a sex-frenzied jelly. "Oooohhhh, God!" she moaned. Rajah's tongue was digging powerfully between her pussy lips, gliding over the sensitive, pink inside. Her hips began to jerk and twitch uncontrollably. She wished she didn't have the leather band around her waist. She wanted to shove her cunt forward and impale herself on the lashing wet tongue licking her snatch.
"Jesus, look at her go!" Tom giggled. The front of his pants were beginning to bulge as he watched the lewd spectacle against the wall. He knew unless he got his cock out into the open soon, it was going to hurt, trapped inside his pants. Carol lost more control. "Ooohhhh ... Rajah! You wonderful cunt-licker. Lap my box! Stick your tongue up my twat!" she wailed. She knew she was making herself a spectacle in front of the men, but she didn't care. The only thing that mattered to her now was the hot gliding muscle digging into her cunt.
All the men had their cocks out now and were slowly pumping them. The rigid shafts pulsed and throbbed, thrusting upward like obscene flowers. Carol caught a glimpse of them and realized why she let these men use her so crudely. They were all hung like bulls. "Oooohhh! I'm going to cum. AAAAIIIYYYYY!" Carol spasmed powerfully, the straps creaking as she writhed and twisted. A hot gush of pussy juice flooded out her cunt, some of it running down her thighs, the rest eagerly lapped up by Rajah.
Encouraged, the big dog increased the tempo of his licking. By now, Carol's clit was so swollen with passion that it peeped out from between her pussy lips. The dog's tongue couldn't miss it. "Oh, God! I can't stand it! Can't stand it!" Carol wailed. It felt as if molten lava were scorching her pussy. The whole pink, quivering, hair-fringed area was becoming so sensitive that she thought she would go out of her mind.
Her only defense was to come, and keep coming. Carol writhed and twisted, pinned to the wall like a bug. She sensed that being bound so tightly was adding to her passion. She remembered how she had felt that day in the woods, when Tom and Joe and Pete had tied her down and fucked her. Once again, being unable to move was forcing her attention to her wildly responding cunt. Never in her life had the young brunette been so incredibly turned on.
Carol had orgasm after orgasm. After a while she could no longer tell when one ended and the next began. Her body was racked by one long, continuous, shuddering climax. Pussy juice gushed out of her snatch, eagerly lapped up by Rajah. But it wasn't enough. As many times as she came, Carol realized she needed something more. Something up inside her convulsing cunt. A cock. A hard cock. She needed a cock.
Carol was even ready to let Rajah fuck her right in front of the three men. She didn't care how animal-like that made her in their eyes. All that mattered was getting fucked. Rajah's lapping of her cunt was the most incredible foreplay in the world, but now she was ready for the real thing-a cock up her cunt.