Chapter 7
"Mffffffff!"
Diane stared at her tormentors as Gus shoved the red rubber ball into her mouth. It rolled up behind her teeth, prying her lips widely apart. Gus stretched the two black leather straps around her head, fastening them tightly behind her skull. It was impossible for her to say a word. She muttered something behind the gag, feeling her saliva gathering in a pool at the back of her tongue. Diane could barely swallow to keep from drowning in her own spit.
"Now, get her legs, man. Let's buckle her fuckin' ankles to her wrists. That way, she won't be able to move around so much," Jack suggested.
"Yeah. She's a real snapper. Don't want her knockin' one of us off during some serious fuckin'," Burt agreed.
Gus grunted, moving to the left and opening the doors of a large battered green metal cabinet. Diane sat there, beads of cold sweat gathering on her forehead as she heard Gus rummaging around. The girl heard the sound of metal clanking against the iron shelves. In a moment he brought out two sets of cuffs with several links and locks attached to them.
"Put your hands behind your fuckin' back, baby," Gus ordered.
Diane quickly moved her hands behind her, keeping her wrists together as Gus stepped behind her and slipped the cuffs onto her wrists. The cold metal clamped hard against her flesh, binding her arms to one another.
"Now the feet. Get up."
Diane stood, her head hanging down, a feeling of intense shame brushing over her. Gus made her kneel, then forced her down onto her face, Jack putting one booted foot on the back of her neck while his buddy drew both her ankles back-back until the heels of her feet touched her fingers. The big man cuffed her ankles together, then attached those braces to the restraints binding her wrists. Diane sobbed into her gag, the tension in her arms and legs growing.
"She ain't gonna go nowhere now," Gus said, getting up and admiring his handiwork. He looked around, seeing Jack and Burt rubbing their crotches and licking their lips. It was obvious what they had in mind.
"No you don't, fuckers. My turn first," Gus said, pushing them to one side.
Diane felt like a piece of meat being tossed into a lions' den. They were all going to jump her and fuck her. She groaned, arching her back, trying to shout out her anger and distress and frustration.
Gus unzipped his jeans, opening his belt and shoving down his pants. His cock was long and skinny, much longer than Sam's cock. He began working his fingers up and down his cockrod, jerking it, making it stiff. Diane watched silently, chomping down on the ball and actually wanting Sam to reappear. Maybe he would stop this gang rape before it got out of hand.
Gus was suddenly on top of her, his fingers fanning out over her belly. The nails creased her flesh as he took in her nakedness. He was obviously savoring every second of this, licking his lips, staring wide-eyed at her tits. Smoothing his hands up, Gus cupped them over her tits, squeezing them, laughing as her nipples popped between his third and fourth fingers.
"Man, I can see why the fuck Sam wanted to keep you to himself."
"Stick it in her, man, so we can get a chance to fuck the bitch," Burt prodded.
"Gimme a break," Gus growled.
Diane felt filthy. He was touching her all over, making her feel degraded with his fingers.; At times she could feel his cock bouncing up against her ass. And there was nothing she could do or say. The gag kept her from uttering anything more than grunts. And those cuffs pulled her arms and legs back behind her spine, making the present position of being draped on her back over the stool extremely painful and awkward.
The hands continued crawling up along the flatness of her belly, making her wriggle maddeningly. And then he was on top of her, his knees bumping against her splayed, tied-back thighs. The blunt-nosed cockhead shoved up against her cuntlips, stretching them apart, fucking into her cunthole. Diane let out a gasp, choking on her spit as his prick filled her hot tight cunt to overflowing. Diane still writhed helplessly under him, the searing pain of the bonds and his weight against her arms and legs killing her.
His hands moved to her arms, purposely pulling at them, tugging her wrists against those awful bonds. Her shoulders ached from the pressure, threatening to pop at times. And all the while Gus was panting in her face, breathing heavily like some rutting animal while fucking her. The blonde teenager felt every fleshy ridge of his prick as her nerve endings transmitted the shape and size of that long thin prick buried inside her pussy.
Thoughts of Sam of his thick cunt-splitter, raced through her head. How different Gus was. And yet he was bringing up those forbidden spasms of pleasure through her, just as the janitor had. Her shoulder blades pressed achingly hard against the cold concrete floor. He was fucking her like some kind of animal. That didn't matter to him. And secretly, it didn't matter to her, either. She gasped into the latex gag as the swollen cock tried to fuck in deeper. Diane found herself sucking in a deep breath through her nostrils with a whistling, wheezing sound. The men laughed at her attempts, kicking her at times while their buddy continued to fuck her.
Closing her eyes, the girl gave in to the wild hot spasms pinching her clit. Gus felt her pussy milking his prick. She held her breath, feeling the long prick slowly pull out. He was easing back, back, letting her feel the extent of his fucking. The other men gathered around in a circle, now having taken their cocks out and jerking them while watching Gus fuck her.
"Fuck her, man, plug the pig-bitch good!" Jack said, twisting his fingers around his cockhead.
When Diane thought he was going to stop fucking her by pulling out, Gus fucked back in once more. In and out, in and out, just as Sam had fucked her. In a moment the girl felt her hips rotating from side to side against his thighs. She could feel more hot tears welling up under her eyelids as Gus fucked deep into her pussy, his fingers clutching at her hips. There were times when he gathered her flesh into little balls under his fingers, pinching her and hurting her while his prick trenched out her swampy, fuzzy fuckhole.
"Uhhhhhhhh!"
"Oh baby, baby, you're nice and tight and hot and fine down there," Gus moaned.
He bent low, mouthing her tits, then sucking hard at her nipples. Diane watched, feeling her flesh tingle with delight at that touch. The feel of those large square front teeth nipping at her tit tips drove her wild. Gus sucked and tongued her tits while fucking into her cunt. The wet sounds of their bodies sliding over one another filled the cellar. Jack and Burt drew even closer, jacking off, watching with wide, sex-crazed eyes as their buddy fucked Diane into oblivion.
Diane felt Gus pulling away from her tits. His fingers began pinching and twisting her nipples, hurting the sensitive tit tips, threatening to tear them off. She arched her spine again, wallowing her shoulder blades against the concrete floor. Oh, how her shoulders, arms and legs ached from that obscene tied-back position. The cuffs chafed her wrists and ankles. At times the girl felt her muscles cramp mercilessly as the big stud fucked her. Somehow she managed to stay in control, forcing her body to remain relaxed. His hands began slapping her ass.
"Uh!"
"Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her!" Jack chanted, licking his lips.
"Man, fuck it into her. Fuck it in and make her cum her brains out!" Burt chanted.
"Oh man, she's gonna do that soon. Uhhhh ... can feel her pussy grabbin' up against my prick. Christ, when that happens, the broad's ready to pop!"
Diane felt her mind sinking into a dim red haze of semi-consciousness as she felt Gus kneading her flesh all over. He was fucking her more brutally now, his fuck-thrusts knocking her bound body off the stool. At times she felt her skull beating against one of the legs of the stool.
"Oh, fuck it out, bitch, fuck it out with that cunt, yeahhhhhh!"
"She doin' it yet?" Jack asked.
"Yeah, she goin' for it? Poppin' off?" Burt asked.
"No, not yet, man, but ... uhhhh ... she's hot, ready to cum!"
Diane was ready to cum. The brutal fucking, the sensation of those cuffs binding her wrists and ankles together, everything was contributing to her high state of arousal. Although she had cum, that climax was only a preliminary one to this. Nothing could compare with a cum brought on by a good, hard fuck. Diane blushed furiously at the thought. What on earth had happened to her? She had turned from a sweet teenager to a rutting slut in a few moments. No, no, she still had to keep some bit of morality, even in this hell.
Diane gasped, tears running down her cheeks as she felt his prick swell inside her. Gus was tugging at her bonds again, laughing at her while he pulled her arms and legs against the cuffs. Diane strained against the metal, feeling it cut deep into her flesh as Gus fucked furiously into her pussy.
"Oh fuck, fuck, man! She's gonna make it!"
Her soft whimpering became much louder as Gus entered his final fucking round.
"Fuck 'er, fuck 'er!" Jack and Burt urged.
The chorus swelled into a chant as Gus pounded his ass hard, fucking the sobbing girl brutally. Instinctively, Diane knew he was going to shoot his jizz inside her. His hot, sticky cum was going to clog her pussy. Her soft whimpers turned into gagged cries as she began realizing she was physically enjoying what he was doing to her.
Oh, God, she loved it-loved this fucking as much as she had loved getting raped by Sam! There was the brutality and humiliation of it. But something in her was responding wildly to this awful stimulation. And there was nothing Diane could do about it. That dark force made her clit vibrate, made the juices seep from her velvety cuntal lining and coat his cock and balls. She twisted on the floor, even enjoying the aching tugging of those bonds as the animal grunted and panted on top of her.
Yes, yes, yes, she thought, feeling her own climax mounting higher and higher. It felt good, so good.
"Yeah, move it, move it around like that, baby. That's it, make me cum like you made Sam cum," Gus said eagerly.
Diane felt that ceaselessly fucking cock keep up its chugging trip. Gus pounded his cock even faster, his hands sliding up now under her ass and raising it off the floor. Diane was going crazy with sensations as that cock fucked hard in her seething cunt. In her mind, she confused Sam and Gus, thinking both were fucking her at the same time. Oh, how delicious that would be-both men fucking her at the same time as she came and came and came! Diane twisted in her bonds, laughing through her gag.
Gus's hands gripped her asscheeks all the more tightly. He was squeezing her asscheeks, kneading and pulling and tugging at her ass. Gus was making guttural sounds, his lips sucking hard at her neck, then moving back to her nipples. There were times when she thought his teeth would tear off her nipples. Diane felt incredible lewd rushes of hot-chilly flashes attack her pussy.
The veins stood out against her neck while her muscles and tendons bulged against her sweat-slicked flesh. She was going to cum! Oh God in heaven, she was going to cum with this man's prick in her pussy. And how good it seemed!
"Yghghghhfhfhhfhfhhff!"
Diane howled with lust and pain and frustration, twisting in her bonds. Her body quaked and shivered with fuck-need while her ass danced and shivered in Gus's hands.
"Fuck!" Gus yelped.
He was cumming, exploding like a bomb inside her. Diane arched her spine, biting down hard on the gagging latex ball as she came and came and came! Diane felt the throbbing, hot sensation in her pussy completely overwhelm her.
Burt lost control of his twitching cock, sending streamers of his cum oozing into her hair and onto her face. He was covering her with jizz, drowning her in it while they kept her gagged and bound down here in the cellar.
The violent fucking seemed to on and on. She twisted and bucked like a mad woman, trying to drag out more sensations from his prick. Finally, Gus panted, bracing his hands on either side of the girl and pulling out. Diane grunted, feeling her cuntal walls shrinking back together behind the retreating prickhead. She felt like a woman pounded into the dirt by this awful man. And there was drying cum in her blonde hair, cum from Burt's prick.
"Man, man, lost it! Goddamn it, lost my fuckin' cum right on the slut's face!" Burt said.
"I still got mine," Jack said, clamping his fingers around his cock and holding his jizz back.
Raising one foot, he slid the toe of his boot under her ribs, forcing the girl over onto her belly. It was an easier position, Diane thought. At least she wasn't lying on her bound hands and feet. Jack was about to ass-fuck her when Sam entered the basement.
"Havin' a little fun with the slut, eh? Not bad. She a good fuck?" he asked, nodding at Gus, who was busily zipping up his Levi's.
"The best, man. Even when she's down and tied up like that, she keeps movin' around like she's gotta or she's gonna croak," he said.
"Yeah, and I wanna get a touch of that right now," Jack answered.
He was on his knees, spreading her asscheeks apart until he could see the gray-pink puckered ring of her shitter. Diane gulped. She had had that awful metal thing up her ass the first time Sam had fucked her. But what would it be like having a man's prick up there?
"Wait. We gotta have some more fun with the slut first. Then you can plug her anywhere you want," Sam said, laying a restraining hand on Jack's shoulder.
Jack muttered something in disappointment, shoving his cock back into his trousers and standing up. Diane sighed with some relief.
"In fact, maybe we got another hole we can get her to take care of your prick with. You dig gettin' sucked off, don'tcha?"
"Oh yeah, yeah," Jack said, his eyes lighting up as he saw what Sam was driving at. "But she's got that fuckin' gag in her mouth. I'd sure like to have that pretty little mouth stretched around my prick."
"No problem, then. Come on, let's string the slut up, then we'll take care of that cock."
They treated her like some sack of potatoes, dragging her face-down over the floor until they had positioned her under those pulleys again. There was more shuffling around. Someone-Jack, Diane thought-gathered more rope. Someone was threading the pulley, then bringing down the rope. Sam fastened the line around her cuffs, threading it carefully through the metal bonds and attaching it with a double figure-eight knot.
"Okay, Gus, pull that mother. Let's haul the slut off the floor."
There was the sound of groaning rope. Then Diane felt the tension increase around her wrists and ankles. Her arms and legs were being pulled together as the rope attached to the pulley began to tighten. Gus groaned, tightening his grip around the line. Slowly, painfully, Diane's body was raised from the floor. The tension around her arms and legs increased tremendously, heightened by the weight of her body. In another moment Diane found herself dangling several feet off the floor, her heels pressing into the palms of her hands. Her belly and hips sagged downward, while her head dangled down. The pulling tension was terrible. The cuffs were cutting into her flesh now like tiny knife blades.
"Okay, take out the gag," Sam said.
Jack reached forward, unfastening the buckle behind her head. Diane gulped, feeling the ball roll forward. Then Jack pulled it from her jaw, stuffing it in his back pocket, then wiping her spit off his fingers.
"Got somethin' else to stuff in that pretty little mouth. Gonna taste a whole lot better."
His words were strained as he smoothed his fingers on either side of her mouth.
"No, don't. Don't make me ... suck that thing!" Diane cried out.
It was all she could do to talk coherently. The pain was terrible. The strain against her shoulders and arms was maddening. Jack only laughed at her distress, fanning his fingers around her lips, then pressing them hard against each side of her jaw. Diane shuddered at the resulting pain.
"That's what's gonna happen-and more, if you don't cooperate. You're gonna suck me dry, baby, clean up my tubes. And it's gonna feel so good," Jack said, pulling out his cock once more.
Diane looked at his cock and swallowed. Yet one more humiliation to endure.