Chapter 5
Patty struggled against the hot slippery cock pushing against the back of her mouth. The strong bleachy flavor of his cum made her swallow and her throat constrict. Twice she gagged, her face turning bright red while she pushed her hands up against his groin and tried to edge away.
But Mike held tightly onto the sides of her head, his fingers caressing her ears and forehead while he squeezed his butt and drove his cockhead hard against her throat.
"Mmmmmfff!" Patty cried, tears oozing out from under her lashes and spit seeping from between her lips. Her knees scraped painfully over the floor as she tried to adjust her uncomfortable position. Strands of her blonde hair fell across her face. Her jaw hurt so! At times the girl thought it was going to break as Mike hammered his groin against her face. His wiry cock hairs tickled her nostrils.
"Oh, baby, yeah, whip that skull on me," he sighed, letting his head roll from side to side. He stared heavy-lidded down at the kneeling girl, running his fingers through her fine golden hair. He hadn't had something young and relatively innocent as this for a long time. The rest of the gang downstairs had been against coming to her home. But something about the girl made the biker throw some caution to the wind and break in. Not finding anyone home except the girl and her dog was a stroke of luck. Excited beyond sanity now the biker was determined to let this thing play through all the way.
"Ahhhhh!" Patty sighed, her breath tickling against Mike's cockshaft.
"Man, put your hands up around that prick and milk it. Touch my balls. But you try anything funny and I'll knock the shit outta you," he warned.
Patty did as she was told. His cock felt so funny as she brushed her fingertips over the spit-slicked outer flesh. The girl could feel those rope-like blue veins throb more maddeningly as she touched his cock. Her lips puckered outward as she moved her head back, trailing her fingertips behind her retreating mouth.
Mike groaned, stiffening and spreading his legs farther apart. He had his eyes closed while he worked his fingers in tiny circles around the girl's ears. He was pumping his hips faster and faster. Patty groaned happily, forgetting temporarily she was his prisoner. Her pussy began to warm from this strange act of sucking. Slowly her cunt muscles stirred, buckling from the sexual heat building in the pit of her belly.
"Ahhhh, yeah, gimme that head!" he moaned, twisting his hips back and forth, making his cock revolve around in her mouth.
Staring down at the girl again, Mike saw his cock pushing against her cheeks, making them puff out as if she were a squirrel with a mouthful of nuts. Nuts! Yeah, he wanted to have his balls sucked.
"Oh, baby, lick them balls. Come on, I wanna feel your tongue movin' around my nuts," he groaned, pulling his prick from her mouth with a squishy pop.
Patty reached up and wiped the spit off her lips, then lowered her head, twisting it to one side while flicking her tongue up and down the wrinkled surface of Mike's hairy balls.
The result was electrifying. The big macho biker whimpered like a baby, drawing his legs together and dipping down. He shivered, his hands pressing harder against the sides of her head. Patty groaned, feeling his hairy thighs caressing her face. His cock slid against her eyes and forehead, throbbing wildly while his balls shoved in past her teeth and into her mouth. The girl could almost feel his cum churning in his sac as she tongued and sucked and licked.
"Fuck, baby, you're gonna make me come real soon," he panted, drawing back and holding tightly onto his jerking cock.
"Please, don't do that in my mouth," the girl pleaded. Sucking was one thing. But the thought of all that white-hot jizz spattering down her throat was another. She couldn't imagine herself swallowing that awful stuff! It was almost the same thing as drinking piss or eating shit.
Mike said nothing, pushing her head back again and aiming his fat long cock at the center of her opened mouth. Patty didn't resist this time, didn't bother pleading with the big man. She knelt passively, letting him do what he pleased with her.
"Yeah, lick it, tongue it, get it down your fuckin' throat," he instructed as he slowly pulled her head back down onto his prick.
Both of them were going crazy. Patty felt the fleshy head shoving back over her tongue, going deeper and deeper toward the back of her mouth. She took a deep breath and let Mike push his cock into her throat. Oh, it was as if she were choking. The man's hairy groin scratched her face pleasantly. Patty suddenly discovered she loved the smell of a man, the odor of his unwashed groin. It triggered more juice to flow from her cunt, wetting down her already-slick inner thighs.
"Ohhh, yeah, suck me off!" he groaned as he rotated his hips back so his cock would twist in her throat. His hands held her tightly against his crotch as he hunched his prick into her.
Patty had completely turned around and embraced this sex scene. Now she wanted to keep his cock in her mouth. She loved the sensation of the long fat-headed cock in her mouth. She found herself wrapping one hand around his hips and pulling herself tightly against him while the other still fluttered around his swinging balls. She felt his strong leg muscles catch her. The two of them rocked back and forth until she started gagging for breath. Slowly Mike let her go. Patty let her head slide up until the bulge of his prick disappeared from her throat. Oh, this was the first time she'd ever done this sort of thing and she was acting like a pro!
"Yeah, yeah, chick, you're one hot little fuckin' bitch," Mike commented wryly.
"Oh, please, I-I don't know why I'm doing this," she stammered.
"Like you didn't know why you fucked around with the mutt, right? Baby, there are chicks in the world who can't keep from fuckin'. And you're one of 'em," Mike said, rubbing his cock against her cheek.
No, no that wasn't true! She was a good girl. Her mother had always told her that. Up to this point she'd never gone out with a boy her mother disapproved of, never done anything to cause scandal in her family. This was just a fluke, some warp in her character she'd manage to sort out at a later date. Right now, things were beyond her control. Lots of girls would do what she was doing now if they were in her place.
But then came the question of the dog. Why . . . ?
"Suck it, babe, suck it hard!"
Patty sucked in air through her nose, impaling her mouth once more on his cock. Her tongue lashed over it, licking and coiling around his pounding prick. His balls slapped against her chin. Mike reached down with both hands and started playing with her tits. Patty groaned when he touched her nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger, pinching them so hard she thought she was going to scream in pain.
"Oh, man, feel them tits," Mike whispered as he cupped them in his hands and pushed his fingers deep into the soft flesh. He had to bend down to squeeze her tits, pulling his cock almost all the way out of her mouth. Patty protested, squeezing her lips shut while flicking her tongue over the tight scar just under his cockhead. Mike moaned, feeling his cum packing down hard in his cum-tube. He stood back up, holding onto her face once again while fucking her mouth faster and faster. He was close to shooting, close to dumping his load in the girl's mouth.
"Mmmmmfff!" Patty cried, spit frothing out from the corners of her mouth. His cock sawed faster and faster while his breathing became shallow and irregular. Patty knew he was close, close to shooting a big load down her throat!
"Now, now!"
The warning came just in time. The young woman mentally prepared herself, closing her eyes and waiting for the first splash. It came with a vengeance, spattering against the back of her throat, then oozing down toward her belly. Another and then another wad of jizz came out, hitting her throat so hard it nearly knocked the girl to the floor.
Soon her mouth was filled with the stuff, her cheeks bulging out with it. Mike groaned and shivered, nearly falling backward as his balls rose high and pumped spurt after spurt of the milky cum into the girl's sucking mouth.
Patty tried swallowing as much of the stuff as she could. But Mike's cock was throwing out too much. She felt the warm spunk dribbling down her chin, oozing to the floor in long opaque strings from her fucked mouth.
When he was through, the biker staggered back, working only the tip of his softening cock back and forth over her pouting lower lip. He smiled dreamily, fighting for balance while smearing cum all over the girl's face with his cockhead.
"Yeah, good head, fuckin' good head. Bet you could take on all the guys downstairs, eh?" Mike said, wiping his cock with a dirty white handkerchief, then flipping it back into his pants.
Patty wanted to ask him what he was going to do with her now. But the words choked in her throat. No, she didn't want to know, didn't want him to torture her mentally as well as physically. She had an idea her ordeal had only begun.
"Get somethin' on, baby. We're gonna go for a nice, long ride," he said, zipping up.
Patty stood up shakily, reaching over and grabbing her torn shorts and panties. She wiped her lips and cheeks, still tasting the strange bleachy flavor of Mike's jizz in her mouth. The biker stood in the doorway, his thick-muscled arms crossed over his chest, watching her closely as she opened the closet door and took out a fresh halter and pair of Levi's.
"Come on, bitch, hurry up," he said, glancing down at his wristwatch. "We got some surprises for you. And you don't wanna be late, eh?"
Patty shivered at the thought of surprises from that gang of deviates. She shivered both in fear and in excitement. For try as she might, the blonde teenager couldn't fight down the feeling of expectancy and excitement tightening her chest and making her belly flutter with curiosity.
After she finished dressing, Mike took her by one arm and pulled her down the corridor. At the head of the stairs, Patty looked down and saw the familiar faces of those men who'd attacked her earlier on the beach. Backing into Mike's chest, the girl thought twice about her sense of curiosity and delight. Now she wished Jack would come, kicking the front door down, saving her as he'd saved her earlier.
"Hey, look who's here . . . little Pollyanna," the tall man with the death's-head features said.
"She ain't so goody-two-shoes," Mike growled, giving the girl a rough push forward.
Patty nearly toppled down on the stairway, shooting out one hand to support herself on the rail. She moved quickly, afraid the big man would enjoy bouncing her off the wall.
"We wait for the old lady?" the tall blond asked as Patty reached the bottom.
"Naw. Too dangerous. Don't like bein' here for too long. By the way, this here's Al," Mike said, nodding toward the blond. "Then we got Butch there, and finally Mitch," Mike said, indicating the fat, pot-bellied oldest gang member.
"Can I write something to my mother?" Patty asked in a small voice.
The men laughed. Mike pinched her butt, then knocked her hard against the wall.
"Stop!" she screamed, reaching out for support, then sliding to the floor. The room spun dizzyingly around her as Mike bent down, hooked one arm around her waist and dragged Patty from the room like an old sack. She felt her feet striking each stair, smelled the big man's sweaty body as they neared the kitchen door.
"Butch, grab the van and bring it around back. Make sure the neighbors don't see nothin'," Mike said, holding onto the girl.
What happened next was a blur to the girl and would remain so for the rest of her life. The men were talking about fucking her, about beating her, about showing her a little action she'd remember for a long time.
She groaned several times, still reeling from the blow. Once she tried to fight the big man holding her. But Mike only laughed at her futile escape attempts, striking her again and knocking her unconscious.
When she awakened, the girl knew a good deal of time had passed. She wasn't home any more. The room she was tied up in was low-ceilinged and stifling! At first the girl thought she was underground. But in the distance she could hear a dog barking. The smells assailing her nose reminded the girl of an old barn she used to play in at her aunt's.
Rustling sounds all around her made the girl's flesh crawl. Rats! Mice and rats and God-only-knows-what crawling around her! She wanted to scream but bit her lips instead. No, she didn't want to call attention to herself any earlier than possible.
Trying to keep thoughts about what was creeping around her feet away, Patty started examining her condition. She'd been stripped, her arms stretched out and slightly up from her body and tied with half-inch line to two large iron spikes driven into the wooden wall behind her. The rope chafed her wrists badly, drawing a little blood each time she tried to move.
Her legs had been likewise tied, loops of rope secured fast to both ankles and her legs spread apart, making a forty-five degree angle. A light breeze brought some relief to the sweating girl, ruffling the wiry hairs of her pussy. She gasped for relief, feeling sweat trickling uncomfortably out from under her arms and down her chest, belly and thighs.
The minutes dragged by. Patty began to wonder whether or not the gang had left her here. Perhaps they had already done something terrible to her, something she couldn't feel or see yet. God only knows, there was little enough light in this tiny room. Dim illumination came through several slats, making Patty think there had to be a streetlight nearby.
What had or would happen to her would become clear in a short time. Patty could hear footsteps crunching over gravel outside. They grew louder, stopping suddenly as the door squeaked open. It was Mike-bare-chested, his hand holding a crinkled can of beer, his trousers half-unbuttoned. She could see he was drunk as he staggered forward, spilling some of the foamy beer on his belly.
"Like it?" he asked, waving his arm at the ropes holding her wrists to the wall. Patty remained quiet. "Thought you would," he murmured, tilting the can against his mouth and glugging down more beer. "Me and the boys thought it up. We bring lotsa girls down here, and man, they dig it," he whispered tightly, leaning forward and leering at the bound, helpless teenager.
Patty winced, turning her face away from the young biker.
"Baby, I'm talkin' to you. And when I talk, you listen," he growled, reaching up with his free hand and curling his fingers around several strands of her hair. He yanked and tugged, pulling so hard the girl thought her scalp would rip loose from her skull. She screamed, her body snapping against the wall.
"Better," he muttered, letting her go and taking another drink of beer. He finished with the can, stepping back and flinging it hard at the girl. Patty screamed again, jerking her head to one side. The can smashed into the wall like a bullet, then fell to the ground at her feet.
Mike wiped his mouth, then staggered to one side and searched the floor for something.
"This used to be the carriage house or some goddamned thing like that," he muttered. Patty watched as he bent down and picked something up. It looked like an old riding crop!
"What are you going to do with that?" she asked in a tiny voice. Of course the girl knew well what Mike had in mind. She could tell that from the way he looked at her the minute he stumbled in.
"Gonna teach a brat about what she shouldn't do with doggies," he said in a sing-song voice, smiling cruelly at Patty.
The girl tensed, sweat pouring from under her arms, itching where it trickled across the sides of her tits. Mike drew closer, tapping the crop against his thighs. Then suddenly he jerked his hand up, slashing the crop across the girl's cheekbone.
The force of the blow snapped her head to one side. Patty choked down a scream. Watching the big man reeling in front of her, the teenager knew she'd survive this. No matter what they did to her, she'd survive.