Chapter 5
Donna felt furry, muscular legs against her ankles as she knelt and licked on Wayne's shitter. She turned quickly and looked up.
"My turn," the man said, grinning at Donna.
"Hey, she's not finished yet," Wayne objected.
"She don't want to eat on your dirty ass anymore, do you, baby?" the man said, pulling her to her feet. "She wants to chew on my big cock."
"Aw, Bob, it was feeling so good," Wayne said, his mouth full of food. "She licks even better than Carla."
"Really?" Bob said. "We'll have to find out later. But right now, this sweet thing and I are gonna make some beautiful music."
Before Wayne could object further, Bob dragged Donna from the kitchen and down the hall, toward the bedroom. He closed the door, then threw her toward the bed.
"Gonna put the screws to you, baby," he said, tugging at his jeans. "You're gonna be fucking a pro."
Donna was numb with humiliation and terror, wondering what savagery this one planned. Oddly enough, he looked to be the most gentle one, with his pale-blue eyes, his shock of light-brown hair, his slim, yet muscular frame. His voice was what filled her with fear, however. It was dead, void of any emotion.
When he'd finished undressing, he crawled between her legs and lowered himself down on her body. He then kissed her, as if inflicting a wound. His rock-hard cock was pulsating between her thighs, pushing against her cum-soaked pussy entrance.
"You're gonna scream ... scream so much," he said into her mouth. "I've got tricks you wouldn't believe, baby."
To Donna's amazement, he pulled away and got off the bed. She had been prepared for the penetrating pain of his cock, his biting kisses, but for him to leave suddenly ...
"Wha-what are you going to do?" she spluttered, watching him move toward the bathroom.
She heard a ripping sound, as if he were tearing some sort of cloth in the bathroom. Not knowing what was going to happen made her heart beat faster with growing fear. He turned the faucet on, then off.
Donna pulled herself into a ball when she saw him come back into the bedroom, holding wet strips of torn towel. Was he going to beat her with them?
"Gonna have to tie you down," Bob said, giving her a cold look.
"Why?" Donna asked, her voice trembling. "I ... I promise I won't try to get away."
Her response only made Bob laugh. He walked over to the bed and yanked her legs down, then apart. He wrapped the wet strips of cloth around her ankles, then attached the ends to the corners of the bed frame. After checking to make sure the knots were secure, he pulled her hands away from her tits. He tied her wrists to the other corners of the frame.
Donna hadn't even bothered to struggle, knowing it would be useless against his hulking strength. And, anyway, if she submitted meekly, perhaps he wouldn't hurt her.
He would just tie her up and fuck her.
Bob walked around the bed and knelt where his jeans lay. Slowly, he stood and turned, a wide grin on his face. He held a pair of pliers in his right hand.
"Wha-what are you going to do with those?" Donna said, flinching.
"You'll see," Bob chuckled. "Now, to make sure you don't raise the dead with your screams. I'll just stuff this in your mouth."
After he'd forced his sock in her mouth, he knelt between her legs and lowered the pair of needle-nose pliers to her right tit. For a long while, he merely moved the instrument over her flesh, his eyes on hers.
Suddenly, Donna realized what he had in mind. At first she refused to believe that anyone could be so cruel, but when she saw the sadistic glint in his eye, she knew she was about to enter a world of pain.
Tony and Wayne had humiliated her mentally. This man was going to be physical, horribly so. She began screaming through the sweaty, dirty sock, but her voice was muffled.
"Such nice tits," Bob said, sliding the pair of pliers back and forth between her tits. "I'm gonna make them hurt, sweetheart. I'm going to set fire to your nipples ... with these." He lifted the pair of pliers.
Donna looked at the pliers and continued to scream. Already she could feel the jaws closing into her flesh, sending burning jolts of agony throughout her tits.
"Mmmmfff! Mmmmfff!" she screamed, shaking her head back and forth.
She tugged at the wet strips of cloth at her wrists and ankles, but instead of giving, the material seemed to tighten, bit into her flesh. She clawed at her palms with her nails. Another shriek of horror filtered through the dirty sock in her mouth.
"Ready?" Bob said, pulling the handles of the pliers apart. He slipped the jaws around her right nipple and squeezed gently. "Hmmmmm? You ready for a fucking you'll never forget, baby?"
Donna thought at first the terror of waiting was worse than any pain could be. A couple of seconds later, however, she was proven totally wrong. When he tightened the jaws of the pliers, a flood of burning pain shot into her chest. The sensations seemed to dance around her pounding heart, then burst into the muscle.
"How is it?" Bob said, his eyes wide with lust, sadistic pleasure. "Hurt? God, I hope it hurts ... "
Hurt? Christ, until now Donna didn't know the meaning of the word. Her nipple was on fire, pulsating with agony!
Suddenly, he released the pressure of the pliers and her body was flooded with relief as great as the pain had been. It felt so good, she felt like hugging him in appreciation. Her body tightened, however, when he moved the cool metal instrument over to her left tit.
"Mmmmffffff!" she screamed, arching her back, her eyes wide with fear.
"This one ... real slow," Bob said, pushing her rubbery, pink nipple between the jaws of the pliers.
He squeezed gently at first, then with greater pressure. When the nipple turned a blood-red color, he lowered his face to her other tit and sucked the bruised nipple between his teeth.
"Mmmmmmm ... you like this?" he groaned.
Donna couldn't believe what was happening. It was like one half of her body was bathed in fire, the other half in ice. He was an expert both with the pliers and his mouth, giving her ultimate agony, ultimate pleasure at the same time.
Donna closed her eyes, listened to the argument in her mind.
Stop! No, do it some more! Stop! God ... stop ... you're killing me ... it's sweet ... suck me, baby ... lick my tit ... hurt my tit ...
Her pussy began to swell, throb just like her tortured nipples. She pushed her ass upward and could feel his balls against the insides of her outstretched thighs.
"Ready for a sweet fuck?" Bob asked, looking up from her tit. "Hmmmmm? Some hard cock right now?"
Donna wanted desperately to scream that she just wanted him to leave. Her pussy, however, was churning, begging for his prick, sucking air like a vacuum.
"Here it comes, whore," Bob said, squirming his crotch over hers. His thick, pulsating cockhead rolled over her pussy hole, then slipped inside. As his prickshaft stretched her opening to the breaking point, he increased the pressure of the pliers on her left tit while he sucked more greedily on her right. "Mmmmm, nice ... hot ... pussy ... fuck me."
God, it was good, Donna thought. His massive cock filled her cunt perfectly, entirely. And the way his balls were throbbing just under her pussy opening was driving her crazy.
If only the pain would go away ...
No ... no ... she liked the pain. For some reason, it made the pleasure better, highlighting each delicious sensation. She began writhing, bucking upwards, sucking wildly on his cock with her cunt muscles.
"Wow ... you are one cock-hungry bitch, aren't you?" Bob said. He released the pliers and let them fall to the bed. He kissed to her wounded nipple, then soaked it with his warm spit. "How was it, baby? Like it?"
"Mmmm-hmmmmmm!" Donna heard herself cry. She began licking his dirty sock as if it were an extension of his very body, tasting his flavor. She moaned again, her body tightening with nearing climax.
While Bob fucked her cunt with growing speed, he lapped his tongue back and forth over her tits, at times pulling the rubbery nipples over the roof of his mouth.
"Fuck me, bitch," he whispered, holding her shoulders in a tight grip. "Fuck me like the little pig you are."
Donna no longer cared about the shame, the degradation. Nothing mattered but his cock, his firm muscular body engulfing hers.
And what he could do with his warm mouth ...
Suddenly, her insides burst, locking her cunt muscles firmly around his fucking prick. Her pleasures peaked violently, then rippled up and down her spin like icy fingers. She spat the sock out and screamed at the same time.
"Fuckkkkkkk!" she shrieked. Her pleasure was almost as painful as when he'd tortured her with the pliers. "Screw me, you fucking bastard bull ... give me ... cock! Cock! Fuckkkkkk!"
Bob began tearing into her pussy like it was the last one on earth. And with each stroke, he felt his balls grow tighter, hum with a thick load of cum. He tightened the muscles at the root of his cockshaft to hold back a little longer, but he knew it was a losing battle.
"Suck it with your pussy, you pig bitch," he said, biting down on her mouth. He thrust his tongue over hers, bit her lips as if trying to devour her. "Shake your ass ... fuck me ... ride my cock like a horse ... "
Donna didn't know where she got the strength, but she began pounding her ass up and down until her lower body was a blur. She tore at the bonds at her wrists and ankles, but not to free herself. She wanted to grab his sweet, tight ass and force him harder against her cunt. She wanted him to crawl inside her completely ...
"Unhhhhhh!" Bob growled into her throat. "Here ... it comes ... gonna fuck it right up to your brains ... take ... take it ... shit!"
The first molten gush of cum brought with it another convulsion of climax for Donna. And the fuck juice was like boiling acid, eating into her flesh. She screamed and choked into his mouth, let her tongue lap over his teeth, inside his cheeks.
"Hard ... hard, you prick," she panted, not even recognizing her own voice. "Fuck me ... hurt me ... torture me with your ... your ... cock ... screw my pussy to pieces, you bastard motherfucker."
Bob fucked in more of his cum-load, filling the room with the smacking sounds of flesh hitting flesh. Finally, as the bulk of his jism poured from his prick, he crushed his full weight between her legs, then squirmed his ass around.
Donna thought for a second his cock would pierce right through her cunt, pound between her lungs. He was a monster ... every inch hard as a rock.
"Poke me ... full," she begged, thrashing about. "Goddamn you ... fuck me to death!"
For what seemed a delicious eternity, she felt the bubbly cum slosh around his throbbing cock, ooze slightly from her cunt opening. At last, however, she went limp, her tits heaving against his chest.
"Shit ... that's the last of it," Bob groaned, depositing the final lump of cum up her pussy. He collapsed over her body and kissed the side of her neck. "Mmmmmm ... I feel like I've fucked a goddamned tiger in the ass."
Donna didn't know what to think. Could it have been only an hour or so ago that she'd been with her husband at the airport, ready to take her vacation to Florida?
It seemed like centuries.
Florida. Land of studs, sunshine, and beaches. But it wasn't meant to be for her. No, she'd be held prisoner in her own house, fucked over and over by these bikers.
One hard cock after another. Over and over ...
But they weren't satisfied with just fucking her. They wanted to defile her, make her beg and grovel.
Well, Wayne's asshole hadn't tasted that bad, and Tony did know how to fuck, and Bob ...
He had given her a climax to end all climaxes. The memory of those savage sensations would be forever etched in her memory.
"Fuck me some more," she heard herself say. "I ... I want you to do everything to me."
"Well I'll be damned," Bob said, his voice a little less cold. "Don't tell me I've met my match."
"I ... I just want your cock so ... bad," Donna said, embarrassed by her words. "You ... you're the best fuck I've ever had."
"And how many fucks does an average housewife get in a day's time?" Bob asked derisively.
"Until ... today," Donna felt a need to explain, "I ... I'd never fucked with anyone except my husband."
"You like fucking your husband?" Bob asked, kissing her neck, nibbling at her soft flesh with his teeth.
"Yes," Donna said. Suddenly she felt relaxed, like she could tell him anything. He's great in bed, and I love his big cock."
"You like mine?"
"Mmmmmm, yes," she whispered, loving the way he licked against her ear. "It's so big ... and fills me up completely ... and that cum ... "
"What does your husband like doing the most?" Bob whispered.
"He likes to fuck my ass," Donna said without thinking, "but I don't like it at all. It hurts so much, I-"
She felt like biting her tongue off.
"Maybe I can teach you to like it," Bob said, lifting his face. "I like a little ass-fucking myself once in a while."
"Please," Donna said, flinching. "Don't ... don't do it that way ... you're too big ... you'll kill me."
"Don't worry, I'll get you good and ready before I do anything," Bob said. "Just give me some time to think."
Donna felt like crying. Would he keep her tied up like this and fuck her asshole with his horrible prick. She didn't even want to consider the idea.
"Please ... don't make me do that," she begged. "Anything, but ... in the ass."
"Hey, close your mouth," Bob said, pulling his rigid cock out of her cunt. "You worry too much."
Donna felt like an idiot. She'd signed her own death warrant by telling him this information. Now, he would use it to humiliate and hurt her even more.
Then again, maybe he wouldn't. He crawled up on her body and straddled her tits. He pushed his cock down to her lips and humped forward.
"Oh, let me suck you," she said, almost gratefully.
If she could only suck him dry, maybe he'd forget about the other thing. She gobbled down on his cockhead, sucked his prick to the back of her throat.
"Mmmm, sweet ... good," she gurgled, lapping the tip of her tongue into his light-brown crotch hairs.
"Jesus ... you can take it all," Bob said, amazed with the way his prick disappeared inside her throat.
"Mmmm-hmmmm," Donna groaned, nuzzling her nose into the wiry patch of hair.
"Shit ... this is as good as your pussy," Bob said, leaning over her body. "Eat on me, whore ... lick all of me in your throat."
Donna sucked on his cock wildly, greedily, trying to show him how ready she was to please him. Then, perhaps he would return the favor ...
But she would think about that later. Right now, she had a swollen slab of prick to satisfy. She pursed her lips tightly and began running her mouth quickly up and down his cockshaft. When she ate fully upward, her chin separated his balls, and she could already feel a fresh load of cum buzz inside his hairy balls.
"Faster ... all the way down," Bob said, pumping his ass quickly up and down. "Shit ... I'm almost ... fucking there ... "
Donna felt his cock swell, then throb, constricting her throat. A couple of seconds later, the end of his prickshaft burst with molten release, covering her tonsils with scalding fuck fluid.
"Aaaghhhhh," she spluttered, heaving her face upward to meet his pumping assault. She clawed at her palms with her nails. Another gurgling groan of ecstasy burst from her throat.
"Jesus ... shit ... shit," Bob said, crawling over her upper body. His ass was driving up and down savagely, his cock fucking noisily in and out of her cum-soaked throat. "Eat ... whore ... every fucking drop ... to your stomach ... "
Donna smacked and spluttered, savoring the heady aroma, the acrid taste as she writhed beneath him. And each time his cockhead burst with more scalding fuck juice, her own body reacted violently. She experienced a quick series of crashing orgasms, filling her guts with volcanic-like eruptions.
"Mmmmfffff," she gasped, her lips frothy with creamy cum.
"All ... of it ... every fucking drop, cocksucker," Bob said, then fell against her face. "Holy ... fuck ... like a goddamned milking machine ... "
While he lay above her, his cock still throbbing inside her throat, Donna hoped against hope that he would forget all about ass-fucking. If the amount of his cum-load was any indication, he should be totally drained. It seemed like there had been gallons.
Finally, Bob pulled away and lay on his side. He closed his eyes and was silent, his chest still heaving with excitement.
"Ohhhh ... Jet me suck you some more," Donna whispered, licking at some stray globs of cum on her chin. She wanted to make sure he was satisfied. "I just love it when you blow your load like that in my mouth."
"You're really scared of getting that shitter of yours fucked out, aren't you?" the man said, opening his eyes and giving her a sadistic smile.
"Oh, it's not that," Donna said quickly. "It's just that I want you in my pussy again, or in my throat, I ... "
She couldn't finish. She felt used, humiliated beyond belief. Here she was, begging to suck him, have him fuck her. The bastard.
"Let's get you on your stomach," Bob said, tugging at the bonds that held her wrists.
"You ... you're going to fuck my ass?" Donna said, her voice shaking with fear.
"Oh, no," Bob said. "Not right away, anyway. I'm gonna put it to you doggy-style."
Donna felt a wave of relief, a postponement of the horror, at least.
After Bob had freed her, he turned her to her stomach and re-tied the bonds to her wrists and ankles. He then ran both hands over her backside, let his fingers play at the crack of her ass.
Donna flinched, wondering if she could trust him. Hell, how could she? He just might yank her thighs apart and plant his cock up her ass any second.
"Don't ... please, you'll hurt me," she begged, looking over her shoulder.
Bob popped her on the ass, causing her to scream as if she'd been shot.
"Be right back, sweetheart," he said, crawling off the bed. "Something I have to get."
After he padded out of the bedroom, Donna began wondering what it was he was going to get. A beer? Some more food? God, she hoped that's what it was.
She heard laughter from the direction of the living room, then if she wasn't mistaken, the word, lawn mower.
Why would that make them laugh?
She'd probably just misunderstood. They were laughing about his tying her up and fucking her, or how they were all going to take turns again.
God, what if it were true that she had to go through this agony for another five or six days? Was it possible to get fucked too much? What did it do to a person. She remembered reading someplace that Cleopatra had taken on seventy-five men at once.
Let's see, if three of them fucked me three times a day, in six days, that would be ...
"I'm back," Bob said, interrupting her math. "You ready?"
Before Donna could answer, she heard a gentle clinking, like a chain. She jerked her head around quickly.
"Wha-what are you going to do with that?" she gasped.
"This?" Bob said, swinging a long chain back and forth. "Why, baby, I'm gonna get your little shitter reamed out enough to fuck it with my cock."
What was he talking about?
"I'm gonna stick this up your ass, link by link, then yank it out. Start you up like a fucking lawn mower," he replied, moving toward the bed.
Donna was too horrified even to scream.