Chapter 2
"Hey, man, did you start the party without us?" Tom asked, walking into Cyndi's view, looking at her torn blouse and exposed tits.
Billy followed closely behind, also hungrily looking at Cyndi chained to the stool. Neither youth seemed surprised. And neither seemed in any way interested in releasing her. Cyndi moaned pitifully, losing hope.
Tom reached down and picked up the lacy bra that had been thrown to the floor. Crushing the material between his fingers, he stared brazenly at the young captive. He rolled it in his palms as he spoke.
"Is this yours, baby?"
Cyndi nodded, too terrified to speak.
"You want it back?" he teased, moving closer to her.
When she didn't answer, her hair was grabbed again and her head yanked back and forth roughly.
"Answer him, bitch!" Derrick commanded.
"N-no ... I mean yes!" she stuttered, confused. "Please don't hurt me anymore. I'll do what you want."
Tom had rolled the flimsy bra into a tight ball; he shoved it down the front of his dirty jeans and walked right up to the stool. He stood with his feet spread and his cock-bulge inches from Cyndi's face.
"Go ahead, cunt, get it." He leered down at her, enjoying her horrified expression.
Derrick released her hair and stood back to watch the show. Tom was standing so close to the chained girl that his crotch was all she could see. They hadn't untied her hands, but she understood how she was supposed to get the bra out of the hired hand's pants. But she couldn't do it, she just couldn't bring herself to use her mouth to unzip his jeans. It was too disgusting. Even now she could feel the heat from him, and she could smell him, too. It was having a strange effect on her.
Suddenly Tom reached out and grabbed her ears in both his hands and pulled her face into his crotch. He began rubbing her face back and forth across the front of his jeans.
"C'mon baby, don't you want to know what's in there for you?"
Cyndi could feel her face burning with shame and humiliation. And as she brushed against her tormentor, she could feel the soft ball of cloth in his jeans, and something harder behind it, something big and hard. Her ears were hurting and she wondered if he was going to tear them off. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore.
"Okay, okay, I'll do it! Please let me go!" she begged, her voice muffled against his crotch.
He released her and put his hands on his hips.
"Do the top button before you unzip it," he told her, thrusting himself forward.
She trembled as she tried to undo the button with her teeth. It was hard work. Her pink tongue licked at the waistband of Tom's jeans as she tried to grasp the material with her teeth. She found herself twisting her head painfully and leaning forward off the stool. As she leaned forward, her face pressed against Tom's well muscled stomach. Her face was becoming even redder and the veins in her neck stood out from her straining. Tom began to stroke her head, his fingers running through her long thick mane.
"Hey, baby, try harder. Think of all the great meat you'll get when you're finished," Billy said while his buddy kept himself busy playing with her ears and neck.
Derrick was standing directly behind his captive, so she couldn't see him. He pulled her torn blouse off her shoulders and down her bound arms. Her tits were now completely exposed. Tom watched as Derrick began squeezing and pinching her nipples. The sight of the beautiful chick struggling to undo his jeans with her mouth while his boss teased and twisted her tits was almost too much for Tom. He could feel the lust building up in his balls.
When the button finally came undone, Cyndi felt almost victorious. She gently bit on the metal zipper tab and, straining, began to pull it downward. But as she pulled it, she slipped several times when Tom intentionally jerked back, causing her to lose the grip and forcing her to press her face even harder into his crotch.
Derrick's fingers continued their harsh fondling of her soft tit-mounds. As she was finishing her task, Cyndi could feel the heat from Tom's groin as his heavy sex mask overwhelmed her. Tom had nothing in his jeans but the soft lace and a huge hard-on. Suddenly his bare prick pushed out through the opened jeans and pressed against the young blonde's cheek.
It was the first cock she had ever touched. Tom's cock was over seven inches long and very thick.
Carefully, very carefully, Cyndi bit the lacy cloth and pulled it from Tom's trousers. His semi-erect cock, like an awakening snake, dangled just in front of the girl's face. She leaned back, still holding the lace bra with her teeth. She felt too ashamed and terrified to look up at her tormentor. He patted the top of her head like he was rewarding a favorite puppy.
"Well, good, baby. That wasn't so bad," Tom said, letting his hands and fingers tug at her hair. "Now do you know what you get to do?"
Cyndi shook her head, hoping desperately that the nightmare was over, but sensing it had only begun.
"Don't be stupid, cunt," Derrick warned. "Tell him what you're going to do next. Tell him what you want to do next. Beg him to let you."
'"No, please don't make me!" Cyndi pleaded softly, shaking her pretty head and letting the lacy bra fall from her mouth.
Derrick's strong fingers began pinching both Cyndi's nipples. He rolled them between his thumbs and forefingers, trapping the sensitive nipples under his hard nails. Cyndi screamed, unable to believe the pain. Derrick whispered to her wickedly, his hot breath on her neck.
"Beg him to let you suck his cock."
"Yes, let me, please'" she cried out, trying to twist out of the torturous grip. But the horrible pressure didn't ease any at al."
"No, my pretty animal, beg him to let you suck his cock."
Cyndi looked up at Tom, wet tears blurring her sight. She could just barely see his expression. He grinned at her hungrily. For just an instant, Cyndi forgot the pain, and marveled at the intensity of the lust she caused in the men assaulting her. But her mind quickly washed the thought away as she sought to escape the torment.
"I-I beg you to let me suck your cock," she whispered up at Tom.
"I don't know, baby, you don't sound sincere to me. Besides, I like watching you squirm. It's turning me on!" Tom teased.
"Oh God, please let me! I'll do it good, I really will," Cyndi promised, trying to sound sincere.
"Okay, bitch, go for it," Tom agreed, pulling his jeans down enough to completely free his prick. "Lick it, first."
Derrick released most of the pressure on the girl's tits and went back to kneading and squeezing them. Cyndi gasped with relief. Then, desperately, she started licking the youth's big cock. She had never done it before, so she wasn't sure what would work. She was terrified of disappointing him. Her tongue lapped up and down the cock-shaft, then she ran her tongue over the bulbous cock-head, poking the tip of her tongue in his piss-hole. She was filled with shame, but she put it aside, wanting only to concentrate on pleasing the demanding young man.
"Oh, baby, not bad," Tom moaned, pulling at the long strands of blonde hair as if they were reins. "Now kiss it some and work on my balls. But gently, baby. For your sake, make sure it's gently."
He gave her hair a sharp tug to emphasize his point.
Cyndi's lips moved back down the shaft of his cock and she began kissing his balls. Her small upturned nose nestled deeply in Tom's crotch, his curly hair pressed against her face and nostrils. Cyndi bent forward as much as she could so she could lick underneath his cum-filled balls. He lifted one foot and rested it on her leg so she could get under his balls. Obediently, Cyndi pushed her face deep between his legs. As she lapped at the heavy cum-sacs, her cute little nose was pressed between his ass-cheeks. Torn hadn't bathed since working outside that evening. His cent filled the young girl's senses.
"Goddamn!" Billy shouted, standing to the side and rubbing his cock-bulge. "Look at that whore go! Man, I can't wait to get this cunt down to some serious fucking. I'll bet she digs this more than any of the others."
"Patience, my boy, patience," Derrick laughed, his hands moving down Cyndi's smooth stomach while his fingers slipped past the loose waistband of her skirt and into her panties.
Suddenly Derrick's powerful hands tore the clasp of the skirt and continued to rip it apart. He discarded the shredded garment on the floor. Cyndi was now chained to the stool with only her flimsy panties intact. But what frightened her even more was what Billy had been saying. They weren't really going to force her to fuck, were they? She was a virgin. She tried to pull her head up, but Tom twisted his fists and pulled at her hair painfully.
"Don't slow down now, bitch! You don't come up for air till the job is done," he growled at her.
Cyndi leaned forward as far as she possibly could, pushing her tongue deep between his legs. Opening her mouth widely, she very carefully sucked in one of Tom's balls. He let her work on one ball, then another. Then he pulled away from her.
"Okay, baby, open wide," Tom instructed, taking her head between his hands.
Cyndi swallowed hard and formed an 0 with her lips.
"Look at the bitch She must have been sucking cock since she was three." Tom laughed.
Cyndi wanted to shake her head in denial, but she was too afraid to move. Even worse, she could feel Derrick's probing fingers reaching into her panties. His fingers slid through her thick cunt-bush toward her damp pussy. And the girl's pussy was wet. Very wet. Cyndi was even more ashamed of that than she was of the way she had opened her mouth for Tom's cock. It was only fear, she tried to tell herself, that made her wet down there. But when Derrick stroked her cunt-lips and then brushed her clit, Cyndi's ass seemed to leap at his touch.
"It's just as I thought," Derrick whispered to her. "You want it as bad as any whore, maybe even more than most. Don't worry, little animal, you're going to get everything you need and more."
His fingers played with her pussy-lips, but he had no intention of inserting them. He wanted her even hotter than she was now.
Tom squared himself off at the sexy little target in front of him. Then grabbing both her ears again, he started thrusting forward. He moved slowly, because it gave him even more pleasure that way. He wasn't particularly concerned about his captive's comforts. As the cock-head pressed past Cyndi's lips, it pushed down against her tongue. Tom was also using the girl's ears to pull her forward.
"Use your tongue, bitch. I don't want to do all the work," he said.
Cyndi's neck and throat were tired and strained. Yet she found herself squirming against the thick cock filling her mouth. Uncontrollably, her belly moved against Derrick's expert hand. She couldn't help it. As she started swirling her wet tongue around the thick shaft of cock-meat pushing toward the back of her throat, Cyndi's breathing became harder, more labored. Tom's prick was now several inches into her mouth, and her lips were stretched tightly around it. Still she managed to move her tongue enough to stroke the underside of his prick as he began fucking her face. He slammed all seven inches into the wet cave of her throat. Cyndi's nose was pressed against the hairy crotch and hard stomach of her captor.
Billy could see the bulge of his buddy's cockhead pushing out against the girl's delicate neck. He also noticed Cyndi moving her hips up to Derrick's hands. Billy could see Derrick's fingers playing with the girl's cunt. Strapped to the chair, Cyndi was still trying to push her hot pussy up from the seat. Billy slapped his hands against his thighs in wonder.
"Fucking Christ, that whore is hot! C'mon, Tom, fill the bitch full of cum, drown her in the stuff!"
Tom appeared to have every intention of following his friend's advice. His cock-head was now shoving well down the blonde's throat. Cyndi's efforts to gasp for air made her throat muscle contract involuntarily, greatly increasing Tom's pleasure. She tried to relax, letting him fuck in and out of her mouth. She had no control over her head movements, because Tom was still pulling on her ears.
Finally, Tom stood up on the tips of his toes, so he could ram his cock even farther down his lovely victim's throat. Cyndi sensed he was about to come.
"Get ready, bitch. I want you to swallow it all, don't lose any of it!" he warned.
Then suddenly he jammed his thick fucker all the way to her throat and began pumping out his hot jism.
Cyndi felt his cock jerking wildly. And her mouth became full of hot salty cum, washing her throat and coating her tongue and teeth. It seemed like he would never stop, he would just keep filling her full of thick gobs of cum. Jism even went up her nostrils and dribbled out of her mouth and down her chin. She tried to turn her head, but Tom held her trapped against him.
At last his cock stopped shooting jism. She coughed lightly, the tiny spasms giving Tom an extra thrill. His fingers yanked viciously at the girl's ears as his whole body shook with the force of his orgasm. His ass-cheeks twitched as his prick jerked, spitting out the last drops of his cum-load. He left his cock in her mouth as it softened.
Cyndi didn't dare pull away. She just rested her forehead against his belly and waited. She looked like she was permanently attached to Tom's crotch by his long prick.
"That's the hottest mouth I've fucked in a long time," Tom admitted, patting both sides of Cyndi's cheeks. "Okay, whore, I'm going to pull my prick out and I want you to clean it off. Don't leave my prick messy with jizz. You understand, baby?"
The pretty captive nodded, her lips still closed around his prick. Tom pulled his cock out of Cyndi's mouth and held it in front of her face. It was still coated with his cum. Before she could lick his prick clean, she had to swallow all the jism in her mouth. She found it didn't taste as bad as she feared; in fact, the feel of the slippery cum going down her throat excited her. She timidly pushed her tongue out and carefully wiped off the remaining fuck-juices on Tom's cock-head and along the cock-shaft. When Tom gently squeezed his prick, Cyndi immediately licked up the pearl of white jism that came out of his piss-hole. He pulled back, indicating he was finished.
After Tom zipped his jeans back up, he ran r a forefinger along Cyndi's chin where some of his creamy jism had spilled from her lips. He held the finger in front of her face and let her lick the cum off. Then he used her long blonde hair to dry his hands.
"You let some of it spill, didn't you, bitch?"
Tom towered over her, watching her face. He was smiling strangely and his eyes seemed especially dark.
"I-I couldn't help it, I've never done that before," she said, trembling.
"Don't lie to us, little cousin," Derrick warned, pulling his hands away from her hot cunt. "You're probably a deep-throater from way back."
"No, I swear!" Cyndi insisted. "I'm innocent. I'm a virgin, I've never even had sex!"
"Bull shit!" Tom exclaimed, not believing her.
"Never mind, we'll find out later," Derrick then assured his hired hand. "After her punishment."
"Punishment? What do you mean?" Cyndi asked.
"Why, you disobeyed Tom's instructions," Derrick explained, mocking surprise at her confusion. "You let some of his valuable cum escape. Surely you didn't expect that to go unnoticed."
The girl hung her head, afraid to look at the horny young men around her. Her long thick hair fell forward to where her legs were chained to the stool. She was tied and naked, except for the thin pink panties. She could almost feel the lusty heat of their eyes as they watched her menacingly.