Chapter 2
When she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was Wilbur's face looming over her. He was grinning. He had sweat on his forehead. And then she realized she was gagged, her hands and feet tied.
She was on a bed in a room. Maybe it was a motel room. She turned and saw the other two men. All of them were grinning, leering at her.
Oh, God, she thought. I've been kidnapped!
At least, she still had her clothes on. Oh, yes, she was still dressed. Maybe it was just a joke. Maybe after a while it would be all over and they would tell her it was a joke.
No, don't be crazy, she thought. It's not a joke, not this, not the way they're looking at me. This was real and she knew she had reason to be afraid.
What she feared most, of course, was rape; a gang rape by Wilbur and his friends. The fucking bastards, she thought. They had no right. They had her in their power. She was bound and gagged. She'd be raped and maybe killed. It happened to women all the time.
The idea of getting raped was really horrible. She trembled at the idea of it. They could hurt her. They could do what they wanted with her. How would she survive it? It was awful. I can't stand it, she thought. Oh, God, I can't stand it, not this.
They were talking about her now. She kept her face turned away. She couldn't look at them. She was too afraid. She was so helpless. She'd never had anything like this happen to her, never in her life.
"She's a piece," one of them said. "This is prime stuff. How much did you get, Wilbur?"
"I got a finger in her cunt, that's all I got, the fucking cock-teaser. Then she takes me out to her car and jerks me off and says go home. How do you like that? You ever heard anything like that? The fucking cock-teaser."
"Okay, Wilbur, you'll get it all now."
They all laughed. Then the third man said: "Come on, get her clothes off and let's see what she's got. Let's have a look."
And in a moment someone was cutting her clothes with a knife. Yes, it was Wilbur. He was cutting her dress, ripping it off. Then her bra was cut away and her tits were free.
They forced her to stay on her back so they could see her tits.
"Hey, man, look at the knockers."
"I told you she was a piece."
"I dig the nipples."
"Nice jugs. Like my old lady, you know?"
"Don't talk about your old lady, fuck-face, don't talk so much."
"Come on, fuck off, I'm just talking about her tits."
Then the rest of her dress was pulled away. Someone whistled and they laughed.
"Jesus Christ, look at the garter belt. Black lace. A black lace garter belt and stockings. Man, I'm going to come in my pants before I even fuck her."
"Come on, Wilbur, get the panties off her, show us the cunt. I bet she's got a classy snatch."
"What's a classy snatch, dummy? They all look the same."
"That's what you say. They're all different. Anyway, what the fuck do you know about cunts? All you care about is assholes. That's what you like to fuck, isn't it?"
"So what? So I like to fuck assholes - so what?"
"Your old lady, too? You fuck her ass?"
"Shut up about my old lady's asshole."
And they all laughed again, the laughter turning into giggles.
Barbara kept her eyes closed. She couldn't stand it. She wanted to faint. She wanted to die. Anything but this. The bastards, the rotten creeps, the rotten fucking bastards.
Now Wilbur had her panties cut away, her cunt bush exposed. They couldn't see much, not with her legs tied together, not from the front. They knew what they had to do.
One of them said: "Turn her over, get her on her knees. Let's have a look at the gash from the back."
"You just want to see her asshole."
"Shut up, you prick. You look at what you want to look at. Come on, Wilbur, turn her over, get the bitch on her knees."
Wilbur flipped her over, forced her body into position. She had her head on the mattress and her ass in the air. She knew they could see everything she had, her cunt, her ass, everything. She wanted to die.
Then someone's hands were on her ass, maybe Wilbur's. Fingers pulled at her cuntlips, spreading her cunt.
"It's a nice gash," someone said. "I like blonde pussy."
"Well, she's no cherry anyway, ha ha."
"How old do you think she is?"
"How the hell do I know? Maybe twenty-five."
"Why don't you count her fucking teeth, dummy?"
"Shut up."
"She's got no hair around her asshole. I like them better when they've got some hair. Christ, what an ass. Look at this, feel her skin, feel how smooth she is."
"Shit, you talk like you never fucked a woman before. Maybe you've been fucking pigs. Is that what you've been doing? Fucking the pigs on your old man's farm?"
"Shut up, creep, don't talk like that."
"Oh, fuck you."
Someone had his fingers in her cunt now. Maybe it was Wilbur. He had his fingers inside her cunthole, maybe two fingers. It felt like two fingers.
She prayed the whole thing was a nightmare. Maybe she'd wake up and find herself sweating. Just another bad dream.
Then whoever had his fingers in her cunt fucked a finger into her ass. Or maybe it was someone else. The finger in her ass screwed inside her shitter. God, how it burned.
She had their fingers in both holes, their fingers probing her holes like she was some kind of animal. The rotten bastards, if only she could scream. The motel was probably filled with people, but nobody could tell what was going on here. Nobody could tell she was being gang-raped.
He was fucking her with his fingers now, pushing and pulling his fingers in her cunt and ass.
Then the fingers came out and new fingers came in. They were taking turns doing it, taking turns getting the feel of her cunt and ass.
Someone said: "Christ, I got her shit on my finger."
The others laughed. "Lick it off," someone said. They told him to suck his finger clean, suck her shit off his finger.
If only she could pass out, if only she could die.
It was Wilbur who fucked her first. She could tell by the way the others urged him on. She felt Wilbur's hands holding her ass, then his cock fucked into her dry cunt.
It hurt terribly at first, but after a while her pussy juiced up a little. She had no control over that. Anyway, it was better than getting hurt.
She felt his stiff cock fucking in and pulling out again and again. You rat prick, she thought. He couldn't get into her pants without this.
But now he had her, he certainly did. His cock stretched her cunt. She could feel every inch of his prick with her legs together like this.
He was fucking her from behind like she was a dog. It was awful. She hated fucking - she always had. Ever since the first time, the first fuck by her mother's brother, her uncle. She remembered her uncle's prick pounding her poor little pussy. He busted her cherry. She remembered all the blood, his huge cock. The bastard had raped her, all right. He had raped her after she teased him. She was just joking, she didn't mean it. All she did was tease him a little, show him her panties, her crotch. The way she sat with her skirt pulled back, he could see what she had. And then they were kissing. He felt her tits, and before she knew what was happening he was fucking her. The bastard, he raped her, he took her cherry. It wasn't that bad, but it was never any better, not with any of them. She hated fucking. She hated having a cock inside her pussy.
Wilbur shot his load in her cunt, and then a moment later his cock was replaced by another one. The second cock slid right in because her pussy was drenched with Wilbur's jism.
The filthy animals, she thought. They fuck in each other's spunk.
This one fucked her with force, hard thrusting against her ass, ramming his cock in her cunt, pulling it out, ramming it in again.
She thought he'd come like Wilbur, but instead he pulled out. She heard a crazy giggle and when she opened her eyes she saw his cock hanging over her face. His fist was pumping his prick. Then his jism shot out, hitting her face, her eyes, her nose. He gave her the whole load on her face. He drenched her with it.
Oh, the creep, she thought. The rotten creep, the lousy fucker. Look what they're doing to me.
She was being gang-raped by three animals. Two down and one to go. Would they kill her afterward? She hated their slimy cocks. She'd rather be dead. Why didn't they do it now and get it over with? She'd rather be dead.
But they didn't kill her, at least not yet. She had another cock coming. He was behind her now, his hands on her ass, his fingers playing with her cunt. Then his fingers strayed to her asshole.
No, God, not my asshole, she thought. Don't let him fuck my ass, please not there.
Oh, God, what was he doing? He was stretching her asshole with his finger, that was what he was doing. She could tell he was getting her asshole ready for fucking. The bastard, she thought.
Then she felt something pushing at her asshole. She felt his cockhead pushing, forcing its way inside.
Oh, God, the pain, it was too much. She'd come apart. She couldn't take it.
He forced his cock inside her ass, stretched her poor little asshole. She wondered how any woman could take a cock in there. The whole thing was impossible.
Oh, God, there's more, she thought. He was giving her all of it now, his whole cock up her ass, every inch.
She could feel his cock in there. It felt like a baseball bat up her ass. Inch by inch he gave her the whole length of his hard cock.
"Hey, look at the ass-fucker," someone said. "Look at him go, ha ha. How is it, Benny?"
"It's good. The bitch is tight, real tight. Nice grip. Oh, yeah. This is something, man, I really dig this. This is one hot ass."
"I thought you said you like them better with hair."
"Fuck the hair, this is all right, ha ha. Shit, what an ass!"
"No, dummy, there's shit in her ass."
"Look at the fucker, he's got her shit on his cock. Hey, Benny, you got shit all over your cock."
"Who gives a fuck?"
"He likes it, he likes her shit!"
"Sure, I like her shit, it's nice and hot. Man, this is a sweet little ass. Oh, yeah. Oh fuck, I'm making it - oh, fuck yeah.'' And Benny roared like a bull as he shot his load in her ass.
She could feel his jism. She could feel the sudden wetness, the slime, his cock sliding more easily. Her asshole was wide open. It felt a yard wide now. His cock fucked in and out, his balls slapping against her cunt each time he rammed forward. He shot his load, gave her the last drop and then pulled out.
After that they pushed her over on her back. Wilbur grinned at her, and then his hand shot out, smashed against her head, her mouth, her cheek. He beat her up. She couldn't take it. She couldn't take the pain in her ass and now the pain in her head. She passed out, turned her head away and everything went black.