Chapter 9
"Trina!"
Donna whispered loudly to her cousin, edging up from the plywood board she was still bound to. The blonde moaned, turning her head at the sound of Donna's tight voice.
"Trina!"
"What?"
The blonde looked at her cousin, feeling her ass-hole twitch again. Oh, how she wished Jack would come back and fuck her in the ass! The dual sensation of having both ends of her body stimulated like that was wonderful, the best feeling in the whole world!
"We've got to get out of here!"
Donna felt her heart beating like a big bass drum. This was the first time they were alone. Maybe they could hatch some plot, figure out a way to get free from these maniacs.
But Trina only laughed softly, the ropes groaning as her body twisting from left to right.
"There's no...no way," she said slowly, hanging her head down again.
"NO, no-they can't keep us here like this, doing what they want to, treating our bodies like they were pieces of meat," Donna said. She felt tears rising, burning her eyes as she thought of the savage way she'd lost her cherry.
"Why not? We can't go anywhere. Nobody knows where we are." The blonde teen sobbed, feeling the full horror of her situation wash over her. The ass fucking had tempered her fear and revulsion. But now they came over her in full force. Oh, how her arms ached, how her head throbbed, how her ass hurt!
"Oh, there has to be some way out of here...there just has to!" Donna whispered, more to herself than her cousin.
At that point the door squeaked open and the three men came back in.
"No one around," Jack said, satisfied after having checked the surrounding alleyways around the main entrance.
"Yeah, told you Venice is one hell of a place to do something like this," Ron said, rocking back and forth on his heels.
"Hey, let the bitch down so her belly touches the table. Man, she's gonna be stretched out to shit you keep her like that," Jack said, nodding to Brad.
While the two buddies messed with the rope, untying the double hitch figure eight and lowering the groaning teen several inches to take the strain off her arms and legs, Jack moved up to Donna, reaching down and unbuckling his belt. She watched with widening eyes, her nostrils flaring, her forehead wrinkling up with fear while her chest tightened once more. It was her turn again, her turn to suffer the full brunt of their perverted fury. There was no rhyme or reason to all this. They were simply animals-savage males who for one reason or another preyed on women like her and her cousin, enjoying seeing them suffer under their sadism. like Satan himself, Jack, Brad and Ron needed no explanation for evil. They simply existed for it.
"Gotta tenderize the meat first," he said, doubling the black leather belt and tapping the looped end against one thigh. He looked up at the girl, his smile fading into a sneer of lust. She lowered her eyes, seeing his cock rising up again, pressing against the front of his Levi's. Donna gasped. Was this man the devil himself? Could he be hard again after only half an hour's rest? Surely he couldn't fuck her. She tried squirming up on the plywood platform to which she was cuffed. Vulnerable-exposed! She tried crossing one leg over the other to protect her pussy, especially when she saw Jack eyeing the hairy, sensitive area. She felt her nerve endings becoming aroused, tingling with anticipation. Anticipation? Was that the right word for it? Could she be experiencing some pleasure in all this, the same kind of lewdness she'd seen her cousin struggle with shamelessly only a few minutes ago? What kind of power did these men possess to make her and Trina react so terribly?
Jack raised one hand, trailing the cool, smooth surface of the belt over her throat, then sliding it down to her nipples. Slowly he hefted one tit, dropped the belt and watched as the heavy tit bounced on her chest. Smiling, he continued drawing his belt down, down past her navel to her pussy.
Donna sucked in a deep breath and held it. How strange it was! Her clit was stiffening, bristling with excitement as the edge of the belt pushed aside her cunt-hairs and touched her pussymeat. She'd never been fucked down there between her legs yet-except by that foul metallic cock. Oh, how her cunt ached for a cock. Now that her cherry was gone, there was no reason for her to hold back her feelings. Fucking! Yes, if it was good enough for Trina, it certainly was good enough for her. But why were they holding back on her? Why didn't they just climb on her, mount her and fuck her? Why all this playing, why all this savagery? Why...?
"OHHHHHWHAHHHHAIYEEEER!"
Donna screeched, her head snapping back and hitting the board so hard she nearly knocked herself out. Stars and bright lights popped in front of her while pain throbbed in her head. The big man had snapped his hand back and with a quick, savage movement slashed the crop across both her nipples.
"No, don't...DON'T!"
It was awful. Donna had never felt such pain before! Her fingers clawed at the smooth wood behind her, her feet twisting around helplessly in the cuffs. Jack hit her again, this time just below her navel. Her belly churned, turning over as another blow crisscrossed the first.
"What...what are you doing to me?" the girl panted, her eyes wide with terror and pain.
Jack didn't answer her. She could read it in his eyes. He knew her story-hers and her cousin's. Yes-she was enjoying it as much as she loathed this act. Slut! Her aunt's word rang in her ears. Yes, the woman was right in calling her that awful name. Maybe there was something in their family that made her like this. A curse, or something like that, had blighted her and Trina, turning them from relatively normal young women into foaming sluts who craved this sort of abuse.
Jack smiled grimly at her, guessing what was going through her mind. He looked as if he were about to say something, then thought better of it and drew back his whipping arm again. Donna stiffened, her eyes focused on that doubled black belt quivering in one hand. She thought she detected a slight tremor in his body as he snapped the hand forward and slashed an X across her lower belly. It was as if someone had touched her with a burning piece of metal. Her knees started jerking up and were stopped midway by the leather cuffs still holding her legs in place. Donna screamed, from pain and from the frustration of not being able to protect herself.
"OHHHHHOWWWW!"
Two more blows struck the girl across the tits, and a third caught her by surprise on the thighs. She squirmed again up the board, falling back down and hanging from the restraints, her toes barely touching the cement floor. Something popped in her shoulder.
"Ahhhhhhh!"
Jack slammed just under her kneecap with the looped belt. Donna's body jerked and shivered as if touched with an electric wire. Reaching down, the big man grabbed a fistful of her cunt-hair and tugged playfully with it. He rolled his eyes up, watching the young teen's frantic expression, seeing her looking pleadingly down at him while her fingers clawed restlessly against the soft plywood.
"Nice cunt...real nice," he said, tugging harder, pulling the cunt lips up and apart with those movements. Then, with a sharp jerk, he yanked out a clump of those dark wiry hairs.
"AIYEEEEEE!"
Donna jerked her ass off the board, her head tilting back while scream after scream tore from her throat. The pain was excruciating.
"like it, baby? You dig that kinda shit when I slice this across your fuckin' belly?" Jack said, sneering up at the girl.
Donna grunted again as she watched Jack wipe the back of one hand across his drooling lips. She tried to draw her legs up again to protect her injured belly. But the cuffs held fast, making her feel even more vulnerable than before. Jack let out a sharp laugh, then made another X on her thighs.
Donna jerked forward, then slammed against the board. She rebounded, jerking like a puppet. Oh, how the leather hurt her ankles! The incredible pain radiated down her legs, up her arms, burning into her brain. The girl shifted her thighs, twisting them as best she could to protect her pussy.
"No, no-don't do this any more," she begged in a plaintive voice.
"Shut up!" Jack barked, slowing his strokes, timing them to strike just when the girl didn't expect it. The sensitive flesh felt as if it were bleeding. And yet he hadn't broken the skin. Jack knew just how hard to hit without causing violent damage.
"OH!"
He was flogging her knees regularly, beating at her tits, then moving back down to her thighs. Donna heard his breath whistling through his nostrils, almost masking the chuckle punctuating the lashing strokes.
"OH GOD, STOP THEM!"
But her true thoughts weren't along that line. She was growing hotter under the big man's continued assault. Her pussy was on fire, creaming just as Trina's had creamed under Jack's double fucking. She'd watched her cousin change from a wailing penitent into a whore demanding sexual satisfaction. Oh, was she going to be like that, her belly churning with excitement and her brain overloaded with sexual signals sputtering out from her cunt?
Jack brought the belt across her face hard, watching with pleasure as tears flowed down her injured cheeks. He was tapping the looped end of the instrument against her inner thighs, causing them to chill and burn alternately. Subtly the girl moved her hips in opposite rhythm, feeling her slick cunt lips caressing the sides of her clit. She kept yammering for mercy, but secretly enjoyed what was happening to her.
The big man moved the belt up to her cunt.
She stiffened, holding her breath while her fingernails clawed at the wood. Was he going to hit her there, actually cause some possible damage to her cunt? The thought both terrified her and made her cunt run with hot pussy juice. She shivered, waiting for the worst.
"AIYEEEEEE!" the girl screamed, as the doubled belt sliced over her cunt mound, the edge catching the tip of her clit. Pain combined with chilling pleasure, nearly knocking her unconscious. Donna banged against the wood board, her arms tensing, pulling at the cuffs pinning her down. The incredible pain exploding between her white shivering legs blasted up her spine to her brain. She kept jerking convulsively. The top of her cunt mound was bruised from that cruel blow. That blow, just to the side of her clit, sent a shower of sparks into her cunt. Oh, when was he going to touch her down there again and make her cunt walls buckle inward again from overheating? How she lusted for the touch of a man, and how ashamed she was to ask for it.
Jack stopped for a second to regain his breath. Then he let the belt unravel and pressed the buckle up into her cunt mouth. He grunted with satisfaction when he felt her small pussy muscles spasm against the cold brass, then try to suck the buckle inside.
"OHHHHHHHH!"
Donna shut her eyes and shook her head violently from left to right. A flood of cunt juice rushed from her pussy, wetting her ankles. Jack laughed in front of her, stopped the whipping and watched her body twitch and writhe in pain and ecstasy. He moved the buckled end of the belt around and around in her cunt until the young woman was screaming continually. The hard clenching of her cunt muscles around the belt almost dragged it from the big man's hand.
Then he ripped the buckle away from the grasp of her pussy. The girl cried out again and stared at him, her breath coming in short, shallow pants. She felt like an animal, alive to every sensation, devoid of all but the most obscene thoughts.
"Man, nice hot pussy," Jack said, smoothing both hands over her hot cunt mound.
Donna thought she was going to go wild. She writhed against the plywood board, her fingers clawing at the bonds holding her tight. She wanted to touch him, to touch herself. Having him trail his fingertips lightly like that around the puffed edges of her cunt lips was terrible! She flexed her ass-cheeks, hunching out, jerking her thighs from side to side, trying to get Jack to touch her clit and relieve the pressure building up.
"Oh, AHHHHHHHHHH!"
"Nice, nice..."
Jack was smoothing his hands down her thighs, bending his knees and sliding his tongue down her belly. Oh, he was going to eat her out, put his mouth on her cunt just as she'd put her mouth on his prick! She ground her teeth together, setting her jaw firmly and waiting for the wonderful sensation. Oh this was going to be a reward for the suffering she'd had to endure these past few seconds.
"Nice, oh baby, nice and hot and smooth and tight," Jack sighed, trailing his tongue along the perimeter of her navel, then letting it go down while he pinched her thighs.
"Ummmmmm..." Donna sighed, closing her eyes and inhaling deeply. At least for a little while the exhausting fear that had coursed through her body would be eased.
Donna felt his breath blowing through her cunt-hairs, felt his nose pressing against the top of her cunt mound. Every nerve ending in her body strained up toward that sucking hot mouth. She trembled, the muscles sticking out from her neck while she fanned her toes and fingers until they cramped. Oh, she was going to feel his tongue on her clit now...OHHHHH!
"AHHHHHH!" the girl cried, her arms jerking, her legs twitching, her fingers clawing the wood until some of her nails broke. It had to be one of the best feelings in the world! Ohhhh, it's soooo good, I'm gonna die it's so good," she moaned, rolling her head and feeling her heart pounding so hard that it threatened to tear through her rib cage.
Donna was pushing her cunt into his mouth, feeling his tongue slide into the tight line between her bloated pussylips. The girl exploded as he shoved up higher and higher, licking and sucking, until his nose was touching her clit. His tongue scraped around the narrow hot passage, sopping up her cunt juice, licking her raw, sucking her pussy until the girl thought she was going to pass out from delight.
The brunette could bend her knees slightly and did so, pushing them against the sides of his head while the big man hungrily ate her out.
"Mmmmm, hey man, good pussy," Jack said, calling over his eager buddies.
Brad and Ron needed no second invitation. They were down on their knees in a second after Jack had stood up. Ron was first, spreading her thighs widely apart while stiffening his tongue and stabbing it in and out as if it were a tiny cock.
Donna gasped and moaned and twisted under him. Jack had moved to one side, holding one tit in his hand and licking the stiff tip. Donna turned her head and saw his mouth closing over her nipple, felt his teeth sink into the sensitive surrounding flesh. It was such a delight having two men working her over.
"Go for it baby," Brad said, standing up and taking the other tit and sucking on it. Both nipples! Donna let out a long, low, moaning howl, feeling a mini-orgasm spear through her cunt when Ron pursed his lips and sucked gently on her clit.
"OHHHHH!"
At the same time her cunt muscles cramped, snapping the walls shut on the big man's tongue and trapping it deep inside her. Ron moved his head around while he busily ate her, licking and snarling as if he were some kind of dog. When she started hunching, he pulled away and invited his buddy to the juicy hot meal between her legs.
"Yeah, why not?"
They switched places, Ron sucking tit while Brad moved his tongue into her cunt, pulled it out and trailed it back along her taint until he was sucking at her ass-hole! Donna gasped. All three-all three of them were on her, teasing her up to a mind-boggling ecstasy. Oh, what would her aunt say now if she could see her?