Chapter 7

Hidden away behind a row of sleazy bars in the south side of town was the apartment house Jill was looking for.

She stood outside the crumbling, red-brick building and felt a tingle of excitement race up her spine. She only had to walk up those steps, then find his room on the fourth floor. He would open the door and . . .

And what?

He might not even be there, she had to admit.

The address Brad had given her was several months old. Still, it was the last one his parole officer had been given. She mounted the steps.

After pushing through the gritty, peeling door, she tripped over a man's legs. Regaining her balance, she found herself face to face with a tall, tough-looking man of about twenty-five. He had short-cropped black hair, framing a square, handsome face that was saved from being too handsome by a large scar that extended from the corner of his left eye to his chin. His eyes were ice-blue, deadly looking.

"What have we here?" he said, grabbing Jill by the arm. "You a social worker or something, baby?"

"No . . . I'm looking for someone," Jill stammered.

"Looks like you found him," the man said, tightening his grip and pulling her closer to his face.

The smell of beer and cigarettes was strong on his breath. Jill tried to pull back.

"I think she's out of your league," the man on the floor said, giving his friend a grinning stare.

"You out of my league, baby?" the man said to Jill, his mouth just inches from hers.

"Please . . . please let me go, I have to find-"

"Aw, come on, sweetheart," he said, his voice husky, "you be friendly with me and I'll be friendly with you."

Jill was terrified, and wished she hadn't been foolish enough to come here alone. She looked out the corner of her eye and saw that there were three of them.

"Let's take her inside and fuck her, Mike," the one sitting on the steps said. "I haven't had any blonde pussy in . . . shit, weeks."

"You like that, baby?" Mike said to her. "Nice long fuck with three horny dudes?"

"Don't . . . please, I just came to find . . ." Jill gasped, her voice trembling with fear.

Mike suddenly crushed her in his arms and planted a long, lingering kiss on her open mouth. As his tongue probed between her teeth and played over the roof of her mouth, Jill felt her body held even tighter. She struggled, but it was useless. He was over six feet tall and squarely built.

"Got a live one," Mike said, pulling away and grinning at his friends. "Mmmmmm, I'll just bet her pussy fucks like a snapping turtle."

Jill tore out of his arms, but as she neared the door, the man who sat on the floor stood up, blocking her exit. He then embraced her hard, his mouth coming down on hers.

She kicked and scratched, tried screaming out, but soon she was totally overpowered. One of them grabbed her feet, another her hands. Like a bag of potatoes they carried her down the darkened hallway and threw her inside a room.

"Oh . . . this is gonna be good," Mike said, fumbling with his greasy-looking jeans. "You two tie her up and let me at her first."

Jill was thrown on a bed. As she struggled, her arms and legs were stretched out wide, then tied to the bed frame. The man who had blocked her at the door tore her clothes away, then knelt beside the Bed. Immediately, he locked his mouth around her left breast, biting into the tender flesh.

"Don't!" Jill screamed out. "It ... it hurts!" The ropes had been cruelly knotted around her wrists and ankles, cutting into her flesh like razor blades. And the angle in which they had spread her arms and legs caused her joints to throb with agony.

"Get away from her, Andy," Mike said to the man who was licking on her tit. "I said she's all mine."

"Thought I'd just get her warmed up for you, Mike," Andy said, taking his mouth away from her glistening breast.

"I'll do all the fucking warming up," Mike said, shucking out of the rest of his clothes.

As the full reality of what was happening hit her, Jill gave a loud, gurgling scream of terror. Her yell then locked in her throat when she saw Mike approach the bed.

Undressed, he was a work of masculine art. His wide, muscular shoulders gave way to a sculptured chest covered with dark, wiry hair. His waist was slim, his hips narrow. His thighs and legs rippled with strength. But between those thighs hung one of the biggest cocks Jill had ever seen.

Reaching halfway to his knees, Mike's cock was thick and meaty, slowly pulsating to life, rising. Darker than the rest of his body, the massive root of his shaft lay nestled in a furry patch of curly hair. His balls were monstrous, the left one hanging a little farther down than the right, both of them big as peaches.

"No . . . God . . . no!" Jill cried out. "Please . . .don't hurt me!"

"Why, baby, I'm not going to hurt you at all," Mike grinned, kneeling between her legs. "In fact, I'm gonna give you the best fuck you've ever had."

He crushed himself down on her body, covering her mouth with his. While she jerked her head back and forth to keep his probing tongue away, she felt his rough hands slide over her body, his fingers digging into the flesh of her shoulders.

"Hey, baby, what's the matter?" he grunted, squirming his ass around. "You don't like cock? Hmmmmmm?"

"Get ... off me, you filthy pig!" she spat out, her anger suddenly outweighing her fear.

She regretted her words instantly when he hit her. He doubled up his fist and crashed it against her jaw so hard she saw a burst of flashing light.

"You can . . . make it easy or hard, bitch," he growled into her mouth. "Any way is fine with me. I can fuck you alive or dead, baby."

Cold terror swept into Jill's body. What was going to happen to her? And why was she so stupid to be here in the first place? She suddenly wished she'd never even heard of Tony. "Please . . . don't," she choked. Her words became a gasp of pain when she felt the man's rock-hard prick jab against her pussy mound. She tried squirming away, but he tightened his grip. His fingers, as they dug into her flesh, felt like ice picks.

Again she cried out, feeling the thick, pulsating cock head slip into her puckered entrance. Not ready for sex, her cunt was dry, causing the texture of his prick to feel like sandpaper.

"Wow . . . fucking tight one," Mike said. "Baby, you a sweet little virgin?"

Jill thought her cunt would explode under the pressure of his gouging cock. She felt as if her cunt were being split open. And when she was positive the torture couldn't get any worse, it did. Horribly so.

"Jesus . . . baby ... I may have to tear your little pussy wide open if you don't give a little," Mike grunted, still squirming his ass around, driving his cock harder into her cunt.

Jill knew-absolutely knew-her opening was going to be ripped to shreds if he didn't stop, ready the puckered muscles were burning, ready tear. She hated to think what a bloody mess her pussy would be if something didn't happen.

"Please . . . God, you're going to kill me!" she gasped. "I ... I can't take you! You're too big!"

The man's hand was on her throat, cutting off j her air. He then looked at her with a hard stare, ! savagery and lust burning from his eyes.

"I don't give a fuck, baby," he grunted. "Now fuck it inside this little pussy of yours."

Jill wished she could faint, but couldn't. Anything to get away from that horrible, grinding pain. She gave a gurgling groan when he removed his hand and threw her head to one side. The other two men were watching with fascinated interest, waiting their turns.

How many times, she wondered, could three healthy men have sex? If they took turns, they could last for hours and hours. How many times would their monstrous cocks pierce into her body? Twenty times? More?

I A shiver ran up her spine as she thought about it. She could almost see them doing it to her, over and lover. One cock, then another, then another. Sliding in and out, flooding her cunt full of hot, greasy cum.

She would lie in a pool of their combined releases. The fluid would ooze into her pussy hairs, melt into the crack of her ass, roll down the insides of her thighs.

Cocks grinding in and out, exploding, fucking, jabbing savagely into her pussy . . .

"No!" she yelled, feeling her pussy muscles loosen, begin to ooze with fluid. She became fully aware of his size, how his body engulfed her like a muscular blanket, how his nuts throbbed against her thigh. And the ropes cut more brutally into her skin. Her body was buzzing with pain.

Delicious pain.

She screamed out again, telling herself to concentrate on the pain, not let it give way to pleasure. If they knew she enjoyed it even slightly, only God knew what they might do to her.

"Ahhh . . . that's better," Mike grunted, sliding in a couple of more inches of his iron-like prick. "Getting a little hot, aren't you, baby?"

As his cock thrust deeper, Jill knew he was right. Her cunt was fluttering now, molding itself around his thick, pulsating shaft. She could feel the thickness of his cock fully. His balls slowly slid up the inside of her left thigh.

"Almost all the . . . way in, honey," Mike said, pausing for a moment. He then withdrew slowly until just his cockhead remained inside her hole.

He took a deep breath and locked his mouth around hers. Jabbing his tongue inside her mouth, he slammed his ass down at the same time. "Mmmmmmmm!'' he groaned into her throat.

Jill felt as if her cunt were on fire. Pain riddled her guts like gnawing teeth. And she was aware of every hard inch of his cock as it stabbed completely into her body. Even some of the flesh of his nuts was inside her opening. The end of his shaft seemed to be pulsating right between her lungs.

It was so tight, so horribly good, she felt as if she had become a part of him, her cunt wrapped around his magnificent prick.

"Fuck . . . fuck me," she was horrified to hear herself cry out. She licked against his tongue, bit his lower Up. "Stick it to me, you bastard . . . screw me full of hot, big cock ..."

"Now that's much better," Mike said, grinning at her. He withdrew his cock and hammered violently back inside. His move caused another scream of anguished desire to burst from Jill's mouth. "Take it . . . take it all the way up to your fucking brains, whore."

Jill thought she must be going crazy, to enjoy this vile thing. To be thrown on a bed and tied up and savagely attacked by this monster. ' And his monster cock . . .

His huge cock was wonderful, pulsating, stretching her walls apart, filling her pussy totally. And as his cock slid through her oozing canal, she felt electric-like jolts of pleasure ripple toward the bas of her spine.

"Harder, you prick," she gasped, thrusting he hips upward to meet his downward punch. "Sere me . . . full of hot cum! Fuck me! All of you fuck me!"

She felt crazed, her hunger almost all-consuming. Then, thrashing about, she felt the first of many explosions fill her insides with release.

"Take it, cocksucker!" Mike growled, hammering in and out of her climaxing cunt with full force. His balls slapped noisily into the crack of her ass. "Goddamn you . . . bitch! Eat my cock up your pussy and suck on it!"

Jill began working with him. She flexed and relaxed her cunt muscles quickly, milking his cock, drawing him completely inside. And although the hairy root of his cock pounded between her fluttering pussy lips, it wasn't enough. She felt as if she could take a cock ten feet long.

"Fuck . . . fuck me," she panted, her forehead beading with sweat. Her heart was thundering, her tits heaving up and down, her nipples digging into the hairs of his upper body. "Cram it in! Godddd!

Fuck meeeeeee!"

As a thundering, savage orgasm swept into her pussy, she froze in total release. Then she began bucking and writhing so fast, she almost threw him off the bed.

"Jesus . . . fucking . . . Christ!" Mike gasped, unable to believe her reaction. Her pussy was like a caldron, a sucking mouth, eating him alive. "Sweetest hottest pussy ... I ever . . . screwed my cock in ... "

"Give . . . give it to me, you bastard," Jill finally yelled out when her orgasm subsided slightly. "Cum . . . I . . . have to have your cum, you mother fucker!"

"You're gonna get it, you little whore," Mike said. "In . . .in just a fucking second."

He felt his balls swell, then recede slightly. Then giving up an attempt to hold back the hard pressure to maintain the delicious waiting, he let himself go completely. Within seconds, his bubbling load burst from his balls and exploded into the root of his cock.

Jill could feel his nearing climax as his shaft jerked with quick vibrations. And just the thought of all that boiling cream spitting into her cunt was enough to renew her ecstasy. She began jerking and bucking wildly, trying to squeeze her hands out of the knots that held her. She wanted to grab his tight, hairy ass and shove him hard against her pussy. She wanted him to fuck her apart.

"Ohhhhhh!" she yelled, feeling the first, molten splatter of jism sear into her insides. It was even better than she'd imagined it would be. Thick and milky, his cum sloshed noisily around his thrusting shaft, then bubbled from her opening. "Fuck . . . meeeeee!" she shrieked, feeling ultimate, raw pleasure.

"Fucking . . . take it, whore!" Mike gasped, plowing savagely into her exploding cunt. "Every . . . goddamned drop and suck it up to your cock-hungry guts."

The room filled with the smacking sounds of flesh on flesh, their moans of satisfied release. They lapped at each other's tongues, molded their crotches together.

Finally, when the last of his thick cum-load had shot into her pussy, they fell limp. Between their legs, a cooling pool of cum lay on the sheets. The man's balls were glued to the crack of her ass from his spilled jism.

"Goddamn, baby! You ought to patent this little cunt of yours," Mike wheezed. "Fuck, you'd make a million dollars."

As Jill slowly came back to reality, she felt more than humiliated. She hated herself. Was there no end to her self-degradation?

"My turn," Andy said. "Get off, Mike, I want to find out what it's like."

"In a second," Mike said, squirming his ass around. "Shit, I could stay parked between these legs for a fucking week."

So now it was going to be Andy's turn, Jill thought. Would she react the same way? Would she begin screaming for him to fuck her faster, harder?

She watched Andy undress and felt a shiver of revulsion. Not at his body, but at her feelings. Yes, she probably would want him to fuck her faster, harder.

How could cock be her problem and answer all in one? she wondered.

"My turn," Andy said again, nearing the bed. "Get off. My cock is just aching to shoot off in that sweet little pussy."

As he stood less than two feet away, Jill got a good look at his prick. His prick, too, was thick and meaty, standing straight up, slapping his stomach. Surrounding it was a mesh of dark-red hair, the same color of hair that framed his square face.

"Okay," Mike said with a grunt. "But don't take all fucking day about it."

Jill lay back and waited, trembling with loathing and lust.