Chapter 5
Wendy huddled in a corner, her fingers locked over one another as she sniffed and thought about what had happened to her. Her thighs and ass were still sensitive to the touch from the fire. Closing her eyes, the teenager pressed one flushed cheek against her knee and licked the salty flesh.
They had done terrible things to her, and then made her cum as hard as a woman could. Wendy thought about that, feeling her lips curl up into a smile. She had worked herself up by rubbing her pussy against the tree. Then Jim had twisted her around, nearly breaking her upper arms while fucking her in front of all those guys. The girl sighed, feeling as if she had been through the mill. Then there had been all that running, racing from Dirk as he beat her, listening to all those cat-calls while her naked ass jiggled excitingly.
Wendy hugged her arms more tightly against her thighs, feeling as if she would die. Where was she? It had to be a fruit cellar of sorts. The walls were actually cool and damp, even out here in the desert. For a while she thought she'd heard someone nearby moaning and gasping. Alice? She had asked about her friend, but no one paid her any attention. It was as if the girl and Mr. Bernard had vanished into thin air. Would she vanish that way, too? Wendy shuddered, wild ideas racing through her confused mind. Would they kill her? She thought of her home, of her mother, of all the comforts of her bedroom, and she sobbed with despair.
"Yaghghghhhhh!"
The shrill scream cut through the air like a knife.
Wendy jerked to a sitting position, her eyes wide, her flesh crawling. The heavy door had grated open and something was thrown in. She thought it was Dirk slamming the door shut again. But she couldn't be sure. The screaming girl landed some distance away from her, rolling over twice before coming to a rest. It was so dark in there.
Trembling, Wendy managed to muster some courage and slowly crawled forward on her hands and knees. How they hurt from all the abuse she had suffered earlier. But still, curiosity and compassion triumphed. Alice! Of course! It was Alice, stripped naked and whipped, her body shaken with terrible heart-rending sobs as she curled up into a fetal position.
"Alice? It's Wendy."
"Oh, no, don't touch me! I'm filthy. They violated me!"
The girl was hysterical, shrinking away from Wendy's touch until she was pressed against the wall. When Wendy followed her, laying one hand gently on her shoulder, the girl shrieked, whipping around and pressing her spine against the wall. Her eyes were wild, wide, her nostrils flared while her formerly fluffy brown hair clung like snakes to her flushed cheeks. She was a wild woman, her mind deranged. At times, Alice clawed at the air as if there were things floating around, trying to attack her. When Wendy spoke softly again, the girl narrowed her eyes, trying to focus them.
"You don't know what they did to me," Alice hissed, her body shivering.
Wendy felt sick. She wanted to run to the other side of the cellar and bury her head in her arms. Alice, so sure of herself, so sophisticated, had been reduced to ... to this! It was sickening.
"They've got ways," Alice began, nodding her head up and down with a sly smile. "Oh, they've got ways out there."
Her smile suddenly vanished, her forehead creasing while her hands clawed at the air again. Wendy could make out the whip marks, the welts, the long claw-like marks. It was useless at this point, she guessed, to ask the girl about Mr. Bernard.
"Oh, it hurts, hurts," Alice suddenly said, coming back to reality and relaxing against the stone wall behind her. Her tits were chewed and beaten. She covered her tits protectively, hot tears rolling down her cheeks. "And I'm so thirsty."
Wendy looked around in the dimly lit cellar.
She thought she saw a puddle of water, probably condensed moisture from the air. Deserts did funny things, especially beneath the broiling surface. She moved, crawling around and feeling gently with her hands until she came to the small pool. Dipping her hands, she licked the liquid carefully and made a face. It was bad, but it was water. Alice was shivering in the corner there, making small moaning sounds. It might help her, Wendy thought, if she drank some. Carefully, Wendy swept up a handful of the brackish water and brought it back to Alice, lifting it to her lips. The girl drank eagerly, closing her eyes and groaning softly as she lapped at the awful-tasting water. A hand found Wendy's waist. Alice was reaching out, touching her. Wendy took it, pressing her fingers tightly, supportively.
"I'm here. They're not going to do anything to you while I'm here."
Alice leaned heavily against her, breaking down and sobbing hysterically while clutching at her friend. The two girls held onto one another for some time.
The door scraped open suddenly and Dirk stepped in, his massive body filling the small cellar at once.
Alice screamed, her legs kicking out while she pissed uncontrollably on the ground. She was like a thing possessed, shrieking and laughing while scrambling around like a terrified animal, pissing on herself. Wendy was horrified.
"What have you done to her?" Wendy asked indignantly.
"Come."
Before Wendy had a chance to object, she felt Dirk's giant hands slipping under her arms, dragging her from the cellar while Alice laughed and ranted in the small room. Another man slammed and locked the door, following Dirk as he pushed Wendy forward. Jerking forward, Wendy began to run, thinking that perhaps this was the moment for escape. But she was still too weak, too disoriented to make any kind of break.
Dirk was on her in a second, grabbing her hair and yanking back. He pulled her head back until she was shouting and screaming with pain, her arms stretched out in front of her while her knees turned to rubber. With a cry of despair, Wendy found herself stumbling, then tumbling forward and rolling over and over until she finally stopped on her belly.
It was awful! It was happening all over again-the pursuit, the men, the beating. Dirk was drunker than before. She could smell the beer and liquor on his breath, saw the slightly unsteady gait as he came up to her and kicked her in the ribs. "Ugh!"
Wendy doubled over, while the wind was knocked from her lungs. She choked as a small cloud of dust rose around her. Dirk stood above the trembling girl, one large, black leather boot on either side of her head. When she tried moving again, he brought down the heel of one boot against her hp hard. Wendy moaned, tasting her own blood flowing into her mouth. When she moved again, he kicked her in the forehead, shattering her thoughts and threatening to shatter her skull. She pushed the flats of her hands on either side of her body, pressing up, trying to raise her head from the ground.
Dirk still wouldn't let her move, kicking her in the face again, then moving to one side and rolling her onto her belly. Wendy didn't dare move. She lay there, her ass flat against the still-warm ground, noticing that the campfires around her were still bright and glazing. There seemed to be more men around, all of them glassy-eyed, all of them hungry for another show. Wendy thought of Alice, of those dreadful marks. Just what had they done to her?
"No, don't ... don't...."
Wendy was unsure of what he was going to do. But she did know it would be painful. He was between her spread thighs now, rubbing his boots against her flesh, kicking up small puffs of dirt that settled teasingly on her pussy hair. She could feel her cunt tickling, tingling, the slick cunt walls growing more itchy as she lay there open for the big man.
Reaching down, Dirk brushed her cuntal mound gently with the back of his hand, making the sensitive flesh move like a frightened animal. He saw it and smiled, that evil grin making Wendy blush furiously with shame. Then suddenly he curled his fingers in her cuntal hair, yanking tufts of it from her pussy and sending streamers of agony racing through her.
The young teenager fell back, tears blurring her vision as she let out yell after yell. There was more laughter as Dirk reached down and grabbed her hair, forcing her mouth open as he shoved the tuft of cuntal hair into her mouth. Wendy choked, gagging on the stuff while her belly rumbled in rebellion. It was all she could do to keep from vomiting. It was when he reach ed down and crushed her clit under his jagged thumbnail that Wendy thought she would faint. Her legs kicked out while her head struck the ground again and again like a hammer. "Get up."
Her legs were weak, giving way every time she tried to stand. But the thought of more pain, of more agony and humiliation gave her strength. She managed to stagger to her feet, pushing the long blonde hair from her eyes and looking around her. Again, she thought of Alice. Had they chosen Wendy now because they broke their "other toy?"
Looking around, Wendy saw that most of the guys were rubbing their cocks, leering at her as she cringed in front of them. They were less inhibited now than before, emboldened by liquor and beer. She thought about them all raping her. Perhaps that was what had driven Alice over the edge-too many men all at once! Was it possible to be fucked to death?
"Hot pussy, man. You can smell it," Jim said, wiping his lips with the back of one hand.
How Wendy hated him! He had fucked her by the tree, had forced her to rut like that in front of these men. Now they were aroused more than ever! She wouldn't have been sur prised if they jumped her right now. Only Dirk's presence, she felt, prevented them from gangbanging her until dawn.
Dirk stepped up behind her, gripping her narrow shoulders and shoving her forward. He gave her a rough push at the group of bikers drawing closer. The naked blonde threw her arms around herself, modestly trying to cover her tits and cunt at the same time. The guys laughed at her pathetic attempts, reaching out for her, their fingers clawing the air menacingly. Dirk was scratching his cock and balls obscenely through his Levi's, his eyes narrowed, glittering. She knew he was going to have her, going to fuck her like a dog fucks a bitch in the road, mindless of who's watching. Wendy shivered. She could almost feel all their panting breaths against her. Again she stumbled, stubbing her toe and wincing in pain.
"Now show 'em, baby. We got some guys down from San Bernardino, and we told 'em about the way you fuck. Man, she's so damned hot, she nearly burned my dick off!"
"Mine, too!" Jim piped up from behind.
Wendy felt like a piece of meat as she stood there. Dirk pushed her again, indicating with a hand movement that she was supposed to move around. Moving slowly, shuffling her feet through the dirt, she kept her eyes lowered, terrified she would lose her mind if she stared at these animals around her.
"Maybe we ought to tie her up on a rock-you know, like the Indians did, and watch the ants cover her," someone suggested.
"Yeah! Or bury her half down in the dirt. Be surprised what somethin' like that can do to a person, 'specially when the sun gets real hot."
Wendy shuddered, their suggestions sending chills rushing up and down her spine. They were amusing themselves with her as if she were a toy, trying to think up more humiliation for her.
A tall redhead reached for her, his fingernails scraping and digging into her right thigh. Wendy let out a cry, shrinking away from him and drawing her arms more tightly to her body. She would rather have thrown herself from a cliff than let him touch her. Then the girl felt a hard, hot slapping sensation against her naked ass. Wheeling around and letting out a shout of shock, Wendy saw it was Jim. He pinched her ass, squeezing the flesh until it was black and blue.
"Yeah, man! We can see where you belted the slut. Man, you gave the bitch a couple of good whacks," someone shouted from behind.
"Yeah, she really dug it, too! Now we're gonna see her dance again."
Dirk raised one hand, letting it hover over his head as he stared down at her. Wendy let out a shout, terrified he would slap her across the face. She danced to the right, her tits slapping against one another as she ran back to that awful redhead. Wendy panted heavily, feeling that rising terror she had experienced when they'd chased her around like this before.
But this was worse now. They were all part of the game, enjoying her fear while jacking off. Someone else was slapping her jiggling ass, trying to stick his fingers up into her shitter. She squealed, slapping back at the offending hand and running away. A clenched fist narrowly missed crashing into her forehead while another succeeded in landing on her lower back.
Wendy let out a shout, sinking to the ground once again, feeling her knees giving way under the pressure of being pursued in this foul way.
Dirk came up from behind her finally, holding her around the waist. Leaning back for better balance he started turning around and around, whirling Wendy faster and faster until her arms and legs struck out from the centrif ugal force. Her long blonde hair splashed across her face, catching in her mouth as she let out a soft moan. The girl was starting to feel nauseated from the violent spinning.
And then, without warning, he let go-sending Wendy flying out like a flung rock.
She screamed, her arms flailing wildly while her legs bent protectively under her ass. She tumbled to the ground, rolling over like a log while her arms and legs twisted painfully and awkwardly under her body. Finally she came to a rest, her face pressed into the dirt. There was silence as the men waited and watched. For a moment, Wendy thought she had broken her arm. She tried moving it, feeling shocks of pain bite into her shoulder. Wincing, she began to rise from the ground when she heard running behind her.
"No! Oh, no!"
Not again! Not more raping, more beating! She could well understand the hysteria that had afflicted her friend now. Scrambling about like an animal, Wendy found herself running on all fours now. The pain in her arm and shoulder was forgotten as she ducked under the stretching arms and clawing fingers. Her hair flew about her wildly while her tits jiggled and bounced up and down against her chest.
In a moment, that awful redhead was topping her, one hand tearing at her hair while another was beating her savagely across her neck. She could feel the force of the pounding blows but still managed to keep crawling for a few feet. She screamed and twisted around like a wild woman, her back sagging from the added weight on her spine. She felt his knuckles bruising her spine while his booted feet kicked at her thighs. Wendy didn't care. She felt rational thought evaporate as she fought with all her strength for survival.
And when the redhead reached around to grab at her pussy, Wendy let out a shriek of anger, jerking to one side and tossing him off. The men laughed, still jacking their cocks as Dirk moved up behind her and pulled her up from the ground. He twisted her wrist around so much the girl thought he was going to break her arm. She felt the strength go out of her knees and started to fall back to the dirt while her eyes rolled. Dirk pulled the resisting teenager back to the group. Then with a wide, sweeping shove, he swung her around twice, letting her go. Wendy managed to keep her balance this time, stumbling around, finding herself back in the redhead's arms. His yellowed teeth, his foul breath, everything about him made Wendy cringe back in revulsion. Grinning, he bent down, pressing his lips against hers and savagely shoving his tongue into her mouth.
Wendy fought with all her strength. The redhead's spit was worse than his breath! She felt herself gagging as she pushed her hands against his chest, beating her fists as hard as she could while his tongue lapped and licked all around inside her mouth. His hands were cupping her asscheeks now, kneading them, his fingers sliding into her asscrack and up into her shitter. He was hunching into her, making soft fucking movements.
It was too much. With savagery, Wendy bit down onto his tongue, feeling gratification when the guy screamed and pulled back, covering his lips with both hands and staring with hatred at her. She wanted to laugh, but knew better than to say a word about her small triumph.
Dirk frowned, his face darkening as he watched the redhead run away from the group, sobbing in pain. He came up to her, circling one arm around her waist and jerking hard.
Wendy let out a cry, her ribs aching from that move, nearly cracking under the pressure. He dragged her backward, jerking her legs off the ground. When Wendy continued to shout and scream, he reached around her thighs, sticking two fingers into her cunt. The girl's legs flew apart, her asshole winking open and shut from the surprise move. Everything was happening too quickly. Wendy felt herself losing control, piss spurting from her cunt and wetting Dick's fingers.
"Goddamned bitch! She's pissin' on me! You're gonna pay for that, you slut!"
Dirk squeezed her ass with one hand while shoving his right knee into her lower back. The pain resulting from that move made her open her mouth and let out a howl. Dirk jammed his fingers into her mouth, pushing them down until the tips were brushing her tonsils.
"And if you chomp down on these, I'll break your fuckin' neck!"
Wendy knew better. With despair, she sucked his fingers, tasting her own piss, swallowing it as she gagged and waited for something more foul to happen to her.