Chapter 4
Wayne gouged the end of the chicken leg up Donna's cunt while he held her down with his left arm. His eyes were on hers, his jaw slack with animal-like satisfaction.
"Ever been chicken fucked?" he laughed.
Donna thought her mind would explode. Was there no end to their cruelty, their defilement?
The chicken leg entered her pussy like a hard cock, scraping over the sensitive membranes. Wayne left it inside her for a few seconds, then yanked it out. Then to her horror, he began licking on it.
"Hey, you got a real sweet pussy, you know that?" he said, grinning idiotically.
"You're ... insane," Donna said, shivering with revulsion.
"Try it," Wayne said, shoving the chicken leg into her mouth. "Now, ain't your pussy as sweet as I said it was?"
Donna wished she could faint to block out this madness, but if anything she became more alert. She choked on the bone, trying not to swallow. It was her own fuck juices inside her mouth.
"Now you just lick on it like it's a big cock while I fuck you," Wayne said, rolling her to her stomach. "You chicken-suck and I'll doggy-fuck."
Donna tried spitting out the chicken leg, but he held it inside her mouth with both hands. At the same time, he lowered himself down on her body and kicked her legs apart. Before she knew what was happening, the tip of his cock blasted into her cunt opening, shot through her pussy canal.
"Ahhhhh ... so goddamned hot and tight!" Wayne grunted, humping fully forward. His balls crawled up the insides of her thighs, then pulsated against the furry growth of her cunt hair. "Mmmmmm ... I don't think I've ever had a virgin this fucking little."
Donna was so humiliated, felt so degraded, she couldn't even think. Forced to suck on a chicken leg while this animal fucked her from behind!
She wished she were dead.
That thought made her flinch. Perhaps that's what they had in mind! They would ravish her, steal her valuables, then ...
Cut her throat?
Suddenly, her sense of survival became more acute than she thought possible. Somehow, someway, she would get out of this alive. If it meant doing anything they asked, she would have to do it. If they wanted to see her crawl, beg, cry, she would do it.
And if they really planned on staying for a week, they had to sleep sometime. She might even get a chance to escape. She would just have to bear it.
"Come on, baby work with me," Wayne demanded. "Shake this cute little ass. I like my women to suck on my cock with their cunts."
Donna did exactly that. She began pumping her ass quickly up and down, sucking his prick fully inside her pussy. And although he hadn't asked, she began lapping at the chicken leg like it was another prick.
"That's better," Wayne said, kissing the side of her neck. "You sure move that ass sweet, you know that?"
"Mmmmmm ... fuck me," Donna said, words of survival. "Stick it to me ... fuck me hard, you bastard."
Wayne pulled the chicken leg out of her mouth and flung it across the room. He then twisted her head around and locked his mouth on hers. At the same time, he squeezed and kneaded her tits with his large hands. His ass bobbed up and down, fucking his cock in and out of her cunt noisily.
"Mmmmm ... love this, sweet stuff," he gurgled, lapping his tongue between her teeth.
Although his kiss was horrible, it was certainly better than that chicken bone, Donna thought. At least this was halfway normal.
"Spread them and put your legs behind mine," Wayne said. "Let's lock up like a fucking pair of dogs, baby."
Donna stretched her legs, then forced them over the backs of his legs. She squeezed her heels together, then reached around his body, scratched her nails over his pumping ass.
"Ohhhhh ... that's good," she moaned, feeling his cock fuck deep into her cunt. In this position, his prick seemed to reach areas she didn't know she had. "I ... I love fucking you like this, you bull."
Yes, she would play their game. That way, it would lower their defenses. She could pretend all right, if it meant her life.
And she was pretending ...
Of course she was!
What woman in her right mind would enjoy getting fucked like this? Forced to fuck all these men, suck on their dirty cocks, perform other humiliating acts ...
A tingle of raw pleasure moved around in her pussy like a crawling insect. It caused her pussy to tremble against the surfaces of his cock, mold him firmly inside her.
"Jesus ... that's nice," Wayne grunted. "Your cunt feels like a cocksucking mouth ... do it some more ... "
Donna didn't even need to try. Her pussy seemed to have a mind of its own. Her cunt was fluttering, pulling like a vacuum, demanding more of his hard, throbbing cock.
And with each fucking stroke of his prickshaft, her pleasure increased. She could no longer deny her feelings. She was enjoying this. That made her feel cheap, even more used.
No, no, no! her mind screamed.
"Yes ... yes ... fuck me," she whispered, her voice raw with ecstasy.
"Take it, slut!" Wayne grunted, nibbling over her chin to the hollow of her throat. He kissed to her right tit, then bit down on her pink, rubbery nipple. "Mmmmmm, take my cock and fuck on it ... "
The second her nipple was treated to his sucking and biting, her pussy exploded with savage pleasure. The sensations were so powerful, so intense, that her back arched and every muscle in her body tightened.
"Aieeeee ... fuck me you pig bastard!" she shrieked, her face contorted in a delicious mixture of pain and pleasure.
"Jesus ... goddamned Christ!" Wayne gasped, freezing for a second. Her climax practically yanked his cum from his balls. "Now ... take it ... up your sweet ... unhhhhhhhhh!"
The flood of creamy cum was like gasoline on an open fire. And each time she was certain it was over-had to be-another convulsion of pure ecstasy pounded her guts.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" she chanted, her words matching the sensations inside her swollen cunt.
"Screw it ... up here! Unhhhhh ... take it up to your fucking brains ... uhhhhh ... here!" Wayne cried, fucking his cum-splattering cock savagely into her quivering cunt.
Soon, Donna's insides were a cauldron of milky cum. And when the fuck juices could find no more room, they began sloshing backward around his fucking cockshaft. The insides of her thighs became sticky and wet as the fuck fluid melted over his balls and rolled into her corn-colored cunt hairs.
"Ohhh ... Jesus," Donna said finally, collapsing beneath him. "Oh ... dear Jesus ... God ... "
The pleasure was over, and she felt only the subsiding pangs of her climax. She lay there feeling shame crawl over her like some slithering snake.
She hadn't been pretending at all. In fact, she had loved every minute. She loved the feel of his hulking, muscular frame against her ass, the way his cock fucked in and out of her pussy.
And she loved having her insides flooded with milky cum.
What she hated was herself. They had humiliated her at first, but she was mostly responsible for her own defilement. Her spit suddenly tasted bitter.
"Get off ... please," she said, feeling tears of shame sting her eyes. "I ... I don't want to do this ... "
"Shit, baby, who you kidding? You were fucking like a goddamned mink," Wayne laughed.
Donna didn't know what came over her, but she flew at him in a rage. Her actions shocked not only him, but herself. She began scratching and clawing, biting him on the arms and hands.
"You little cock teasing ... bitch!" Wayne said, his eyes narrowing with anger. He grabbed her throat with both hands and began choking her. "I ought to break your fucking neck!"
Donna immediately came to her senses when she saw the fury in his expression. Her body went limp and she gave him a begging look. Her face was purple, her lungs about to explode from lack of air.
Wayne shook her head up and down for a few seconds, then released her. As she gave a gagging groan, he tumbled off the bed, pulling her with him. He then pushed her to her back and crawled between her legs. His face was just inches from hers.
"You're gonna do anything I ask, or you'll regret it," he gasped into her mouth.
"I ... I will," Donna said. "Just don't choke me ... again ... "
"That's better," Wayne said, grinning hideously. "Now ... you ready to beg and crawl?"
"Yes," Donna said. "Just don't hurt me."
Wayne pulled off her body and grabbed her by the hair of the head, yanking her to her knees. He stood over her for a few seconds, then reached over to where his jeans were. He pulled his belt from the loops.
"Don't hit me!" Donna gasped, her eyes moving to the belt as if it were a lethal snake. "Please ... you said you wouldn't ... "
"I'm not gonna hit you, sweetheart," Wayne said, almost cooing. "That is, I won't if you do it my way."
"Anything," Donna said, choking with fear.
"OK, here's what you're gonna do, honey," Wayne said, forcing her hands behind her back. "I'm gonna tie your hands together and then you're gonna crawl around behind me."
Donna began sobbing, finding it almost impossible that any person could feel so degraded. Still, she knew from the look in his eyes he would just as soon beat her to a pulp as anything.
"OK," she said, her voice trembling.
"And you're-gonna lick on my shitter, right?" Wayne chuckled. "You're gonna run that pink tongue in and out of my asshole."
He turned around and bent slightly over and spread his ass cheeks. He then backed up a little, forcing his asshole against her mouth.
"Let's go," Wayne said. "Crawl and suck on me, whore. And I want you to tell me how much you love it. Come on, let me hear it, whore."
"I ... I love sucking your ... your ... asshole," Donna said, wondering where she found the courage to say the words. She licked at his dank, hairy ass entrance. "I ... I love it ... "
"Louder ... crawl ... suck me," Wayne said, walking slowly toward the door.
"I love eating out your ass!" Donna almost screamed, crawling behind him. Her tongue worked in and out of his shitter, her forehead bumped the base of his spine. "I ... I love it ... "
"Beg me for it, whore," Wayne said. "Beg and crawl."
As he moved out of the bedroom and down the hall, Donna crawled after him. Her knees were aching, but that was the least of her worries. They would soon be in front of the others and they would see her humiliation. She could almost hear their derisive laughter.
"Please let me suck your asshole," she said, her voice hoarse. She crawled faster, her ass cheeks wobbling as she moved forward. "I love it ... please let me eat your shitter ... "
Wayne walked into the living room, then into the kitchen. When his friends saw the spectacle, they burst out laughing, just as Donna knew they would.
"Would you look at that!" Tony said. "If anybody can train them, Wayne can."
Donna flushed with shame as she crawled behind the man. But she knew if she stopped, he would give them an even better show. He would probably throw her to the floor and beat her savagely with that horrible belt.
She licked and crawled.
"Let's get some more chicken," Wayne said to Donna. "You suck on my shitter and I'll see what we've got."
After they entered the kitchen, Wayne opened the refrigerator door and bent over. He spread his legs a little wider and peered inside.
"Suck it, ass-licker," he said, fumbling through the contents of the refrigerator.
Donna knelt behind him, ran her tongue in and out of his shitter while he ate food out of her refrigerator. And, behind her, Tony, his other buddy, and that girl were holding their sides laughing at her degradation.
This was the worst, the ultimate in humiliation, she thought.
How wrong a person can be, she would realize later.