Chapter 5
He brought his hand down hard, striking Kathy on the back of her head. The girl stag-gered forward, bright-yellow lights popping behind her eyes while an odd buzzing sounded in her head. She regained her balance, then doubled over a little more to ease the stretch-ing pain in her wrists.
In a moment Jack resumed with the beating, striking her ass again and again with the leather tongs until her asscheeks glowed with a cherry redness. How her ass and thighs seared from the strapping. Kathy was grateful when Jack suddenly stopped, turned, and hung the strap back on the wall. Sighing around the rod pressed in her mouth, the blonde teen wondered what else was in store for her.
"I'm gonna leave it hanging on the wall here," Jack said, nodding to the strap, "just in case I've gotta use it on the slut again."
"Hey, man, let's see if the little tramp gives good head. She's in the right position for it," Frank said, scratching his hard prick.
"Pull the rod out of her mouth," Jack said. Kathy felt someone fondling, with the ropes holding the piece of wood in her teeth. In a moment she felt the rod sliding from her lips, falling and clattering on the hard floor. She worked her tongue against her lips and cheeks, thanking them silently for having freed her mouth from the painful wooden gag. Her reflief was short-lived, however, when Frank walked up to her and began bending his knees. He rocked back and forth on his heels, his fingers toying with the zinc tab of his fly. Blinking her eyes clear, Kathy saw a long, fat protrusion pressing against the faded material of his Levi's.
The girl remembered hearing some of her friends talk about giving head, sucking a man's cock, Now they were going to make her do it! She shook the hair from her eyes, pulling back instinctively on the bonds holding her hands to her legs.
"No, no!" she gasped.
Frank ran his tongue along his lips, pulling open his zipper, halving his trousers. Kathy let out a gasp of horrified surprise when an eight-inch cock a little thicker than Jack's sprang out, the purple prickhead bloated with excite-ment. Frank was moving his fingers up and down the cockshaft rapidly, jerking the taut pink skin. The girl saw the blue veins pulsing angrily against the skin while drops of pre-cum oozed slowly from his piss-slit.
"Suck it." Frank's voice had gone throaty. He didn't give Kathy a chance to respond one way or the other. Grabbing a fistful of her blonde hair, he yanked her head up hard by the roots, tearing some strands from her scalp. The girl yelped, her nostrils flaring once more, her eyes blurring with tears as the pain throbbed in her skull. He twisted her hair a little more.
"Suck it!"
Opening her mouth, Kathy pulled her full red lips back as if she were going to receive a kiss. Frank smiled, tugging her hair up a little more and inching his cock up to her pouting lower lip. The girl shivered with revulsion as she felt the warm bulbous cockhead settling on her lip. She could taste the bleachy flavor of his cum as it seeped from his piss-slit and mixed with her saliva. Frank was moving his cock teasingly against her lower front teeth. Kathy swallowed hard, feeling his prick riding over her teeth now and slipping into her mouth.
"Good feelin', man. Good havin' a hot mouth wrappin' around my dick," Frank muttered, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back.
"Yeah, almost as good as her tight little pussy," Jack added.
Big John just stared dumbly, working his fingers over his pants down where a dark stain began appearing. Kathy began breathing with whistling, wheezing sounds through her nose as Frank filled her mouth with cockmeat. Miles of greasy prickmeat, it seemed. Her cheeks puffed out as he gorged her mouth with his cock. The ropes chafed her wrists and ankles terribly as the girl jerked and twitched against his body. Frank pulled her hair even harder now as his excitement grew. He was stepping forward, his boots crushing her toes as he fucked inch after inch of his meat into her throat!
Spit frothed around the stretched corners of her mouth as the girl sucked in more air to feed her bursting lungs. Frank pulled back a little, then shoved forward, his crotch now only two inches away from her nose. She already had six inches of his thick prick in her mouth! The girl gasped for more air, her mouth now awash with that odd salty flavor of cum.
"Ooooooo, yeahhh, gimme that hot head, baby, gimme that tongue workin' on my. prick."
Frank told her how to work her tongue, how she could excite him even more than he was. When she didn't do as he had instructed, the. big stud twisted her hair around his fingers; tearing even more from her skull. Sobbing and crying with horror, the teen obeyed, running her tongue along that sensitive groove just under his cockhead and making him shiver and groan with delight.
"Man, she's one hell of a quick study at cocksuckin'," Frank said.
"Yeah! You should've been there when she was wrappin' her pussy around my dick. Had her on the rack. And, man, she couldn't have enough of my meat in her cunt," Jack said, excitement glowing in his eyes.
"I'm gonna get my turn, man. I'm gonna feel what it's like puttin' my meat into that little bitch," Big John growled.
"Hey, baby, when Big John says he's gonna fuck you, you'd better be ready to take on a donkey! He's gonna split you apart," Jack added.
Kathy didn't care at this point just how big Big John was. She was having difficulty breathing. Frank's cock was choking down her throat now. She couldn't swallow. Even draw-ing breaths through her burning nostrils was becoming hard! She tried pulling back, but Frank followed her, his hands now clamped down hard around her ears and threatening to crush her skull.
Frank was fucking her mouth steadily now, his bails swinging up and occasionally striking her chin. She wriggled her tongue back and forth over the underside of his fucking cock, sucking so hard that her cheeks caved in and caressed the throbbing sides of his prick. He stopped at times, arching his back, his knees shaking so hard they rattled against one another. Kathy knew he was close, so very close to shooting his load down her throat. She was starting to feel something stirring between her thighs, something very warm and tight. It was something like the feeling she had had when Jack had raped her. But this was far from that potent feeling. Rocking her thighs as much as she could, Kathy drew her tongue back, rubbing the end over his cockhead, dig-ging it finally into the piss-slit. Frank groaned appreciatively, spreading his fingers out alongside her head and pressing down the tips while hunching forward. Kathy felt the cockhead slip past her molars, brush over her tonsils, then touch the back of her throat. He was fucking her throat again and again, filling her mouth and throat with his cock while rub-bing his leathery balls up against her chin. The hairs on his crotch tickled her nose. Kathy groaned again, sucking hard, working her tongue from side to side over the base of his jerking prick.
"Yeah, baby, keep it up. . . uhhhh . . gonna fill that prick-fucked mouth with jizz!"
"Gonna pop off, huh, Frank?" Jack said, his lips curling sardonically.
"Can't . . . can't help it," he stammered, shaking his head back and forth. "This little bitch's got a mouth that's fuckin' magic!"
Frank began sliding his hips back and forth in an increasingly fast, steady rhythm. His cock was twitching regularly now, beating against her cheeks. His voice was tight, strangled as he talked to her, fucking her mouth so hard her lips burned from the friction.
"That's it, baby, take my cock in your throat. Shit yeah, that's good, honey. Move it, move that fuckin' tongue."
His words were sending quivers of heat rushing through her belly, then down to the innerflesh of her thighs. She wasn't nearly as hot as Frank was. But her cunt was starting to simmer, the lips starting to swell and fold over one another while her clit gradually rose from its surrounding moist, dark-pink flesh. Her knees trembled. She could feel a ridge along Frank's cock's underside. It was the tube through which his cum would shoot.
"Uhhhhhghhg!" she grunted.
Frank was fucking his cock in and out of her mouth harder. And then, suddenly, he pulled back, letting out a grunt while pressing against her skull even more with his fingers.
"Fuck!" he cried, snapping his head from side to side.
Kathy felt powerful jets of his jizz against the back of her tongue, against her cheeks, against her throat. It was bathing the insides of her mouth completely with that slimy fuck fluid.
Frank was cumming in her mouth! He had his cock down almost to her throat. She could feel the power of his body against hers as he shot and shot and shot! Again she tried pulling away from the big man at least to catch a breath of air. But he held her firmly, trapped in the throes of his powerful climax. She swallowed, feeling her stomach rumbling as the cum slicked down her throat. She felt the sticky globs, clinging to her throat. She could smell them in her nostrils. Kathy swallowed again and again as Frank dumped his load down her throat!
"Ohhh, that's real good, baby. That's real fuckin' good."
He pulled back, rubbing his slimy prickhead over her cum-smeared lips.
"You're killing me. . . "she choked.
Her words sounded funny. Kathy knew that steamy strings of cum were dripping from her chin. How hideous all this was!
"Man, oh man. That was one fuckin' good piece of head," Frank said, rocking back on his heels as he pulled his cock completely from Kathy's mouth. "My dick was burnin' up! I mean, it was really burnin' up when I shot off in her fuckin' mouth." He shook his head from side to side. "Thought I was gonna bust my insides out when I shot off in her throat."
"I got somethin' for her . . . somethin' that she should wear, considerin' she's such a good head," Jack said, turning around and walking to the wall.
Kathy was still spitting out the mixture of saliva and cum in her throat, feeling her head reeling from the pounding she'd just received.
"Hey, yeah, that's somethin' for the bitch. She should find that a real natural for a while," Frank said.
Jack was putting something on her head. A hat? She looked around her and suddenly found herself surrounded by bars! A cage! A heavy, iron cage! Kathy shuddered. She could smell the cold and rust of the iron surrounding her head as he tightened the collar around her neck, then pulled the iron band running from her skull, between her eyes, over her nose, and down against her chin. He was tightening this iron mask around her, fitting it to her small, slender throat.
"Nooooo. . . "she moaned.
The weight! She couldn't raise her head at all! The cold iron pressed against the back of her neck and head, forcing her to bend over even more. Frank, after having tucked his softening cock back into his Levi's, bent down and adjusted the rope around her wrists and ankles, tightening it while Jack finished tightening the screws to her head prison.
"How does that feel, baby?" Jack asked.
He struck the iron mask hard, the ringing making her head spin wildly. She gulped in large lungfuls of air, not believing any of this. Kathy felt as if she had somehow fallen back in time, back to the middle ages when men did this sort of thing for sport. Apparently, Frank, Jack and Big John were throwbacks to that era, torturing others just for the fun of it.
"Let's see how long she can handle it," Jack said, nodding to one corner of the cellar.
Frank and Jack talked for a moment, the younger stud clambering up some nearby stairs and returning shortly with three cans of beer. The men drank and watched silently as Kathy crouched obscenely in front of them.
Nothing happened. Nothing was going to happen she assumed after fifteen minutes had dragged by. They were letting her stand like that, her reddened asscheeks exposed, her cunt strangely hot and expectant, her mouth still tasting of that vile cum. They were enjoying her plight, watching her sway under the heavy weight pressing down against her neck and thighs.
Thirty minutes passed. Cramps were developing in her arms and legs. Kathy shook her head, the resulting movement nearly breaking her bones from the bobbing weight of that awful iron mask. Jack finished his beer first, tossing the empty can at the girl. It hit the mask, sending more ringing sounds echoing through her ears. She let out a gaspy scream, fighting down the desire to scream some more. No, she wouldn't give them the satisfaction of having a ranting maniac on their hands. Surely she could preserve some measure of dignity even while suffering so cruelly, so hideously at their awful hands!
Jack became bored quickly.
"Come on. Let's see a little action from the bitch before we turn her back in."
"It's my turn, remember, man?" Big John said, stretching out one hand and holding back the others.
"Yeah, sure, Big John," Jack said, tilting his head to one side and shrugging.
"You're gonna find out why the girls run away from that mother, baby. He likes to fuck ass . . . I mean, he really digs it. You don't know what fuckin' is till you got his fat prick snakin' up your ass!"
Kathy quivered like a tightly drawn bow. Big John moved behind the girl, smoothing his hands over her lower back. He dropped his head, stuck out his tongue and began licking her asscheeks up and down. Kathy groaned, her flesh breaking out into goosepimples as the man's wet, sloppy tongue sloshed up and down in her asscrack. He was getting her shitter ready, sliding his lips and tongue over the wrinkled assflesh, then stiffening one finger and jamming it deep into her tight little asshole.
"Yeah, man, she's nice and hot back there. I dig fuckin' women's butts. I like havin' my cock rammin' down in there."
"Yeah, if you don't tear `em up first," Frank added.
Tear them up? Kathy wanted to tuck her ass away from the man in terror. But the mask weighted her down so much. She could hardly keep from falling to the floor. She heard the sound of his zipper opening, the shuffling sound of his jeans sliding down his legs. And then there was that hot touch, the touch of a cock rubbing up and down along the full length of her asscrack. She had an idea just from the touch of his cock why the others called him Big John. And he was going to stick that prick up her shitter?
Big John puffed behind her. Kathy waited, wondering how she would take so much prick-meat up her ass! She felt his strong fingers hooking around her hipbones while his knees pressed up against the backs of her legs. But Big John didn't slip his cock in her shitter yet.
His fingers were moving around her thighs, sliding down to her pussy, stroking along her puffy outer cuntlips. His touch was light, almost gentle. She began feeling that wet, dewy heat spreading to all parts of her body. Fuck juice seeped from her pussy. The feelings in her fuck zones were growing lewder under those caresses.
The fluttering in her cunt became more and more intense, more concentrated around her clit. That tiny little sex center was throbbing against his callused touch. He was squeezing her cuntlips together now, working them up against the pulsing little burning jewel, rubbing his palm against her whole swollen cunt mound.
"Man, she's ready for a fuckin' up the pussy. But I ain't goin' for that. Not right now," Big John said, swallowing hard. "I been watchin' this pretty little ass bouncin' up and down all this time. And I'm gonna split this little girl wide open with my dick right there. That's right, baby, gonna split you in two with my fat cock."
The words set off a fresh flow of cuntjuice that wet down her pussylips and thighs. Her head throbbed again from the heavy weight of the mask.
"Go for it, John. Yeah, come on, fuck the shit outta that butt," Jack encouraged.
Big John moved back, dropping his prick-head down against her shitterlips.
"Take it, bitch. You're nothin' but shit, and you're gonna feel me provin' it to you when I ram this mother down into your ass."
Kathy suddenly felt as if someone had taken a crowbar and pried open her ass. Her shitter ached, then burned with incredible pain as Big John sent his ten inches on its journey down into her gut. Her knees trembled, knocking wildly together. The pain in her asshole was so great she would have collapsed to the floor if he weren't holding her tightly around the hips. Big John only laughed at the girl's laments, keeping her in position while fucking his cock deeper and deeper into her shitter.
"No, stop! Oh no, no, you're. . . you're gonna kill meeeee!"
She pushed outward as if she were taking a shit in a wild attempt to keep his cock out. But John only shoved down harder, his cock finally winning in the end. Kathy screwed up her eyes, peering through the slits in the heavy iron mask at the two other men laughing at her distress. Neither her cries nor her pleas were having any effect.
Like a huge club, that fat cock squeezed between her asscheeks, driving the breath from her lungs, making her head spin under that awful mask as her torment continued.