Chapter 4
"Oh yeah, baby-go on, suck that mother. I wanna feel your mouth on it."
Ron had dropped his hands from her wrists and was how holding the sides of her head. She felt his fingertips pressing hard against her skull, forcing her face down into his crotch. She sucked in a deep breath, the odor of his groin triggering her into heat. The slippery hot tissues of her cunt clutched into knots. The girl spread her legs and sprawled forward. She felt Ron's knees pressing into her full tits. Letting out a soft moan, she opened her mouth. Ron's hand grabbed her neck, guiding her down until she could smell the fluid oozing from his piss-slit.
"No, no, I won't...I won't."
Ron only laughed. Slowly she sank until the head of his hard cock brushed against her lips. Instantly her mouth opened wide. At the same time Ron pulled her down, sliding his cock deep inside. Donna felt his salty cock brush over her tongue. His fat cock filled her mouth. The thick cock oil bubbled out of his prickhead into her mouth. The salty taste made her swallow until her mouth and throat were coated with a thick film of the stuff.
"Ohhhh, baby, gimme some of that head. Yeah, keep suckin' it. Shit, I'm gonna pop off if you keep makin' it like that," Ron groaned, wriggling his ass over the car seat.
"She good?" Brad asked, looking up in the rear-view mirror again and feeling his cock through his pants with his non-driving hand.
"The best. Must run in the family. Shit, when Trina sucked me off today I thought I'd go nuts. This one's just as good, maybe better," Ron said.
Trina sucking? Oh, so her cousin had already been used. She wondered what kind of condition she'd find the girl in when they reached wherever it was they were going.
Ron moaned again, twisting his hips back and forth, making his cock revolve around in her mouth.
"OHHHHHHH!"
Ron had his head tilted back and was shaking it from side to side. Donna felt his prick brushing over the insides of her cheeks, making them bulge out. More and more cock oil was bubbling out. Her tongue began working, tentatively at first, then more forcefully. It flicked at the thick prick, working over the big ridge that ran the full length of the cockshaft. Ron was going wild, lifting his ass from the seat, pushing his prick in so hard that the tip banged against her tonsils again and again.
"CHRIST!" He was holding her head, pushing in against her skull so hard that the girl thought he was going to crush it.
"Oh baby, lick it, tongue it, suck it!" Ron cried, jerking his head from side to side. Donna could taste more of that jizz boiling up. Her chin was resting on his balls now, the wiry cockhairs tickling the insides of her nostrils. She shifted position slightly, her knees hurting as they slipped along the rough piling of the carpet.
Ron pushed her head up until just the cockhead was trapped between her lips. He smiled, bobbing her head up and down a few inches, chuckling as he watched her lips purse out and tighten around his cock. He noticed the slick sheen of spit coating his cock now and grunted with satisfaction.
"Christ, baby, I'm gonna keep you around for a long time. I ain't ever had head given me like you're doin' right now," Ron gasped.
With that, he centered his cock in the center of Donna's mouth and slowly pulled her head forward and down.
"AHHHHHHHH!"
She felt the fleshy cockhead pushing back over her tongue, going farther and deeper toward the back of her mouth. Donna took a deep breath and let Ron push his cock into her throat. It was almost like drowning-choking for air! She held her breath and felt herself diving deeper, taking his cock all the way in until her head was pressed tightly against his crotch. His soft, leathery balls slipped up and were brushing against her lower lip. Oh, she was dying in cockmeat, struggling for air while a cock was choking her to death!
"Man, suck me off! Take my fuckin' jizz!" Ron cried.
He groaned as he rotated his hips. His cock twisted in her throat. His hands held her tightly against his crotch as he hunched into her.
Donna wanted to keep his cock in her. She liked the feel of the long, fat-headed prick inside her mouth, loved the sensation of his groin hunching against her face. Moving her hands up, she wrapped both hands around his hips and pulled herself even tighter against him. She let him fuck her in the mouth like a savage. She felt his strong leg muscles catching her in their tight grip. Her aunt was right. Once she got going she was nothing better than a common slut, a whore. She and Trina were cut from the same cloth.
"Baby, baby, gonna do it! SHEEEEIT, GONNA CUM!" Ron shouted, his legs kicking out and banging hard against the back of the front seat. Brad nearly steered the car off the road, watching his buddy go crazy, listening to the wet, sucking sounds of Trina's mouth as it slipped up and down over his cock.
"MMMMMFFFFF!"
The two of them rocked back and forth. Trina began gasping for breath. Slowly he let her go, letting her catch some oxygen, then holding her down again as he banged his hairy groin against her face. Trina coughed, gagged and cried out as she felt his hot cum start to shoot from his cockhead. It spattered against the back of her throat. Sucking in air through her nose, she kept his cock in her mouth. Yes, yes-she could go on like this for a long time.
Her tongue lashed over the cockshaft, licking, tasting, curling, doing all sorts of wonderful things while his jizz shot out in big, white-hot gushes.
"Oh, man, man, man," Ron moaned, feeling her lips caress his rod more slowly as his spasms decreased. "We're gonna have one hell of a time, I can tell you that."
Pulling her off and settling her in the corner, Ron slipped his softening prick back into his Levi's. He threw the girl a rag where she spat some of the cum out. What had she done? Oh, in God's name, what had she done? She had never even thought about doing something as awful as this. Sucking a man's cock? Things like that just didn't happen. But as the car moved through the narrow streets of Venice, California, Donna had to face the fact that she enjoyed doing what she did, even though she'd been forced into it.
"Okay. Now you give us any trouble and we'll make you wish you been suckin' dick all day, understand?" Ron said, grabbing her hard by the upper arm.
Donna nodded her head, peering through the side rear window. They were cruising down a back alley. They had to be near the ocean. She could smell the damp, salty air as they stopped in front of a garage. Brad turned off the engine, walked around to the side and opened the door. Ron shoved her out, Brad grabbing hold of her before she had a chance to break away. "Inside."
Meekly she followed the men as they wedged themselves into a small space between two wooden garages. Brad tapped a door three times. After some time it opened and she was ushered inside.
"OH!"
It was dark. Ron, coming in right behind her, shoved her in farther. "Trina!"
The girl was tied up in a grotesque position. Ropes were looped around both ankles then hitched together in what looked like a figure-eight. These in turn were attached to both arms which were drawn back, making her body arch into a perfect semi-circle. Cuffs made of leather or some such material squeezed tightly against her wrist. Keeping her head up and her body curved in the perfect semi-bowl shape were two iron rings suspended from the ceiling, attached to the lines binding her wrists to her ankles. It was absolutely grotesque!
"What have you done to her?" Donna asked, her skin crawling with horror. Covering her mouth with one hand, she clutched her blouse nervously with the other, her eyes focused on Trina. Her cousin seemed to be half in a daze, groaning every now and then, her body twitching as the muscles tried to adjust to the awkward position they had her in. A sharp smell of gasoline hung in the air.
"Just what she wanted, though I guess she didn't expect it'd go this far," Jack said, chuckling, then reaching up and plucking one of the ropes hanging down from the ceiling. That light touch made Trina's body quiver like a tightly drawn wire.
"OHHH!"
"Take her down!" Donna cried.
"Don't see what you're so worried about her for when you've got your own ass to think about," Jack said.
It was true! She looked around her. Hanging on the walls of the garage were all sorts of strange and frightening-looking instruments. In the center of the area was a large wooden keg with a small brass faucet in it. It rested near the table on which Trina struggled.
"Come on, let's get goin' on this one. She's gonna be one hell of a fuck, just like her cousin over there," Brad said.
"Yeah, man, she's somethin' else givin' head. Christ, she made me cum so fuckin' hard I thought my cock was gonna explode!" the young punk said, rubbing his crotch in remembrance of the feel of her lips against his cock. "No, NO!"
They stripped her quickly, tearing off her blouse, tugging her skirt down, pulling off her panties until she stood there, naked and vulnerable. It was awful. Her face turned a bright red while she crouched down and tried to cover both her big tits and her cunt.
"Let's get the wooden thing you cocksuckers've been workin' on," Jack said, watching as Donna desperately tried to cover herself from the men's gazes. He was enjoying her shame and discomfort immensely.
"Yeah, just for stuff like this. Too bad we didn't use it on that one," Ron said, hitting his buddy on the arm. The two of them disappeared behind a work bench, fishing through a pile of debris and finally coming out with two pieces of board. At once the cringing brunette recognized it as some sort of stock, just like the type the Puritans used in colonial days to punish criminals.
"What are you going to do with that?" she asked nervously, her eyes widening. Seeing her cousin trussed up in that odd position, the girl wouldn't put a thing past these animals. She saw the unnatural light glowing in their eyes. They wanted to see her suffer, no doubt, to see her wince with the same pain and humiliation they were making her cousin suffer with. But Trina had desired that sort of thing-at least she thought she did. Perhaps this scene was a little more than the girl had bargained for, as Jack said, but it was what she wanted. Donna knew she wasn't that type of girl. She could go bed down with a man, but not like this-not with ropes, chains and this thing, this stock.
"Come on."
Ron set the bottom half of the stock down, checking the braces that kept it vertical while Ron led her to the boards.
"Get her legs through there. We'll cuff her hands so she doesn't cause any trouble," Jack ordered.
While Donna whimpered and begged them not to hurt her, Brad calmly lifted the top portion of the device upward, taking her legs and draping them over the bottom hoops of the holes. When the top portion was lowered, the girl's legs were pinioned in the contraption. She leaned forward, trying to keep her balance while her ass hung down.
Ron was still behind her, holding her up by the shoulders, while Jack drew her arms forward and slipped a pair of tight-fitting leather cuffs around her wrists. They were similar to the ones Trina was wearing. A small half-inch diameter chain held them together. A small hook driven into the front of the stock was slipped around the chain, thus pinning the girl's arms over the top of the stock and to the front of the contraption.
Donna screamed and pulled at the holds, but her arms and legs were locked fast. The board didn't move. It was nailed firmly to the bracing two-by-fours on either side that held the device steady. As there was no brace for her ass, the girl's ass-cheeks bounced up and down, jiggling with her wild movements. Ron laughed, reached down and slapped her bare ass several times, until it reddened with the force of his blows.
Finally she stopped, feeling her head pounding violently. This would do her no good. No one was going to come to her help. They were in a deserted, run-down section of the community. Besides, this was Venice, that notorious beach community where people "did their own thing." Strange sounds and cries were heard all day. How could people distinguish real pleas for help from fake ones?
Donna was having trouble catching her breath. She glanced over her shoulder and gasped when she saw Jack unhooking his belt, then shoving down his Levi's. If she thought Ron was big, she was in for a great surprise when it came to the leader. His cock was the thickest thing she'd ever seen in her whole life! Her eyes widened, her mouth growing dry and feeling like cotton as he stepped out of his jeans and kicked them to one side. As he scratched his heavy, leathery balls, his prick started twitching, filling up with blood, pointing at the girl. "No..."
Donna watched as if hypnotized. Even her fear made her weaker. Yes, she could understand Trina's attraction to this man. She could feel his masculinity, could sense his desire to fuck, to destroy, and yet to make sure the woman he was intimidating enjoyed herself to the ultimate. Donna gasped. What on earth could she be thinking of? He'd ordered her trapped in these foul things. Why should she be thinking good, exciting thoughts about him? He was something that should be excreted!
"You're gonna learn what a fuckin' hot thing it is to know me, baby. I mean, ol' Trina over there can tell you, and probably will later on. But firsthand info's always better, right?"
Jack was still talking to her as he bent down and pulled the wooden cask over until it was next to her. Donna's body shivered with the strain of her ass. Ron had backed away, rubbing his cock and watching her ass-cheeks jiggle and twitch with every move she made.
"Come on, help me with this damned thing. Should we shove it in her cunt or her ass-hole?" Jack wondered out loud.
"Up her shitter. I don't think her pussy's been tapped before. I'd like a crack at it. Shit, I dig bustin' cherries," Brad said, curling his fingers around his cock and jerking hard.
"Yeah, up her ass-hole. Betcha she's gonna get real drunk with this shit," Ron said.
Donna watched in fascination as the big man attached a long rubber hose to the faucet, then wired a clamp near the tip of the faucet. There was a long steel nozzle at the other end of the hose, reminding her of an enema.
"Okay, up her ass it goes. Should be interesting. I'll bet she don't drink beer again like this for a long time."
"Man, she's gonna want it served like this all the time," Brad countered.
Donna realized to her own disgust that her cunt was creaming while the men walked about her and worked with that crazy thing. Her pussy was twitching, actually growing hot and tight and wet while she sat there in extreme discomfort. She could feel splinters digging cruelly into her smooth thighs, the sensation adding to her pleasure.
"Oh, no, no, don't put...don't put that thing there," Donna protested, seeing what was about to happen.
Jack pulled a stool forward. It was about the same height as the distance between her hanging ass-cheeks and the floor. Attached to the center of it was a steel dildo about five inches long. At the base of it were small little needles in a double row. Instinctively Donna knew she was going to have to shit on that thing. She quivered, her cries becoming a wail.
"We'll put it anywhere I choose. Now, bet you ain't had too much good beer. This," he said, slapping the side of the keg with one hand, "this shit's the best on the market. And you're gonna have it," he said, pointing a finger at the girl and chuckling.
"You're crazy!" gasped Donna.
"Yeah, right," Jack said, gesturing with his head for Ron to slide the stool under Donna's ass. She screamed and jerked in the stocks, but was helpless. They spread her ass-cheeks apart, pushed the stool directly under her ass, then lowered her ass until the wrinkled shitter lips clasped the cold steel dildo. Her torture had begun.