Chapter 3
Jason and Paul dragged the naked young girl down the stairs to the basement. They opened one of two doors facing the stairs and went inside. Jenny was frightened by what she saw in the room, and for the first time she began to wonder if she would ever get out of this house alive.
Mr. Blue had called it the recreation room, and sure enough, it was loaded with games and exercise equipment. There were two pool tables on one side of the room. A ping-pong table stood in the middle of the floor and on the other side of the room were steel exercise bars. Scattered about the floor were cushioned mats, of the kind used in tumbling and other gymnastics. There was even a dart board on one wall, and ropes hanging from the ceiling to the floor for climbing. But what really frightened the girl was the sight of her mother and two friends.
Portia was tied by the wrists to one of the ropes that hung from the ceiling. With her arms stretched above her head, she dangled inches above the floor, her body stripped of all clothes. Jenny wanted to run to her mother and free her, but the two guards restrained her.
Also stripped of all her clothes was Mary Beth. The girl was hanging by her ankles from one of the exercise bars. Strong ropes held her in place, with her legs spread wide and her head about a foot off the floor. Jenny could only imagine the misery her friend was suffering.
Sondra's big blonde body lay hog-tied on one of the mats. She too was completely naked, and her ass and tits were quite a sight. Jenny wanted to help her, but couldn't.
"You beasts! What have you done to my mother and friends? This is horrible!"
"Is it now?" said Jason, with a laugh. "Well, just wait until you see what we've got in store for you."
The two men forced the girl over to the far wall and spread her arms and legs wide. Then they fastened her wrists and ankles to the wall, using leather straps. With her big ass pressing against the cold plaster, Jenny struggled in vain to free herself.
The men then turned and left the room. All four prisoners could hear them laughing as they climbed the stairs to the main part of the house. Then there was silence.
"What's to become of us?" said Portia as she jerked at the rope binding her wrists. "These people are crazy!"
"I know that," said Sondra, lying on her side. Her wrists and ankles were aching. "But right now there isn't very much we can do about it. Those guards have guns, not to mention big muscles. We'll just have to be patient and wait for our chance to escape, that's all. Whatever they do to us, be brave."
It wasn't long before the sound of laughter once again reached the women's ears. Sondra listened carefully and soon could hear footsteps on the stairs. Someone was coming down to the basement, but she was sure it wasn't the two guards. The voices were different.
As the big blonde wondered who it was, the door to the recreation room suddenly opened and four people walked in. Mr. Blue and Cassie were accompanied by two well-dressed men. One had white hair, handsome features, and a sturdy build. The other had flaming red hair and big powerful muscles. Their suits were neatly pressed, as was Mr. Blue's, and their shoes sparkled.
"Well, boys," said Mr. Blue, waving his arm around the room. "Here they are, just as I promised. Four nice playmates. Go on, help yourselves, boys. Let your imaginations run wild."
"I'll say this much, Mr. Blue. You weren't just bragging. These are real beauties." The white-haired man seemed well pleased.
"Take your pick, Mr. Cross. Enjoy yourself."
"I think I'll take this one over here," said Mr. Cross, and he walked over to Mary Beth, who was hanging by her ankles. "She looks to be in pretty good shape."
"Good choice," said Cassie. "She's still a virgin. You ought to have a lot of fun with her."
"I like this one over here," said the red-haired man. He went over to Portia and immediately started stroking her body.
"She's a real bitch, Mr. Latzo," said Mr. Blue. "But she's a fantastic fuck. My guards told me."
"Well, that's all that matters," said the man. "She can't be too much of a bitch, all tied up the way she is. I'm sure I can handle her."
"Fine," said Mr. Blue. "You boys have some fun then. Cassie and I are going over in the corner and fuck. When you two get enough, let me know and we'll sit down and talk business."
Sondra watched Mr. Blue and his red-haired bitch disappear in the shadows of the far corner. Something told her that these people were gangsters, evil through and through. She could expect no mercy from them, only misery and pain. But she did hope that the white-haired man would go easy on her young daughter.
Mary Beth whimpered nervously as Mr. Cross approached her. She knew she was very vulnerable in her tied-up, upside down position. She didn't want the same thing to happen to her that had happened to her mother and her friends.
But she soon realized that she was not going to be exempted from the torture, for the first thing Mr. Cross did was to place his thick hand on her wide-spread pussy mound and start probing. She squealed and moaned, but was unable to escape the man's bold grip.
"Nice," said the man as his fingers kneaded her soft cunt meat. "Real nice. But I'm afraid I'm not a nice man. I like to punish women, not please them. And you look as if you've been very naughty."
"No, I haven't!" said Mary Beth, frightened by the man's words. "Please don't do anything to hurt me. I hate pain."
"I'm sorry," said Mr. Cross. "But the fact that you're tied up like this proves that you were naughty. I must punish you."
Mr. Cross then went over to the ping-pong table and grabbed one of the paddles. When he returned with it, Mary Beth started whimpering all over again. That paddle meant only one thing to her, and she tried to protect her big bare ass with her hands.
"I don't think you can reach far enough," said Mr. Cross. "But just to make sure, I'll tie your hands up too." The man then did just that, and Mary Beth was left totally at his mercy.
Mr. Cross then stood behind the young girl and took careful aim on her asscheeks. The flat paddle was made of wood and was very sturdy, and he knew it would do a splendid job on the girl's ass.
"Aaiieee!" she screamed, shaking her head from side to side until her short blonde hair danced about her eyes. "Ohhh!"
Ignoring her screams, Mr. Cross drove the wooden paddle into Mary Beth's asscheeks, admiring the way the big round mounds of flesh jiggled. Another scream pierced his ears, but he acted as if he didn't even hear. Before the ripples had vanished from her flesh, he was ready to hit her again.
The checkered design was spread all over the young girl's ass and thighs as Mr. Cross swung the paddle again and again. Her cries for mercy didn't deter him. He seemed obsessed with punishing the girl. In fact, his smile increased as the redness in her big ass increased.
The force of the blows not only filled the room with wicked sounds, but also caused the girl to rock back and forth, as if she were a swing. Mr. Cross laughed at her helplessness each time he took aim on her red ass.
"Nooo!" cried Mary Beth, her face twisted in agony. "I'm dying! You're killing me!"
The girl could feel the sting of the paddle halfway up her back and clear down to her knees. The throbbing in her ass was fast becoming unbearable. She knew she couldn't last much longer.
Swishing sounds filled her ears as the white-haired gangster swung the paddle again and again, as if he were serving on center court. Mary Beth winced and groaned and cried out sharply as the pain took her to the brink of consciousness. But while her mind was spinning crazily, ready to black out, the swishing sounds suddenly ceased.
"That should do it for a while," said Mr. Cross. "I'm not ready to kill you-yet. First I want to sample that sweet body of yours."
The man then undid his necktie his necktie and stripped off his clothes, leaving everything in a heap on the floor. Mary Beth was not impressed with his powerful, hairy chest, hard, flat belly, and long, erect cock. She was hurting too much to be impressed by anything.
Mr. Cross walked up to the girl's face, thrust his hips forward, and drove his cock in Mary Beth's lips. The girl, hanging upside down and with her hands tied securely, was unable to avoid the big prick and it slithered along her lips, leaving a thin trail of glistening cum.
"Mr. Blue tells me you're a virgin, little girl," said the man. "So I want you to get acquainted with my cock before I try to fuck you. I want you to see that a man's cock can be a very pleasing thing."
"It smells awful," cried Mary Beth as the cock forced her lips apart.
Mr. Cross ignored her complaint and continued to press his cock into her mouth. His prick head scraped against her teeth and gums, and was filled with jolting spasms. He grunted then and held onto the girl's hips for better support.
Mary Beth kept her mouth shut as the big cock slammed into her teeth repeatedly. All this time, the man's cock hair was scratching her chin, and his nuts were slapping against her forehead.
When Mr. Cross realized that the girl was not going to voluntarily open her mouth, he did not try forcing her mouth open, which he easily could have done. Instead he began to slam his cock head in every direction, spearing her cheeks and nose and eyes. Mary Beth grimaced and whimpered as the greasy cock nearly hammered her to death.
"Ungh!" groaned Mr. Cross, stepping closer to the hanging girl. "I'm going to make your sweet face drip with cum."
The man worked his fat prick shaft up and down the girl's soft face, coating her cheeks with his sparkling jizz. He warmed her nose and damned near put her eyes out. Mary Beth cursed the man and his big cock, silently.
The long hard prick and its two heavy balls slipped and bounced all over the young blonde's face. Cock hairs tickled her nose and heat blasted her eyes and nostrils. She did her best to avoid tasting the huge cock, but she couldn't refrain forever.
After making her sweet face glisten with cum, Mr. Cross took his cock in his hand and began to slap it against the side of her face. His fat cock shaft bounced off her cheek again and again, and turned the girl's flesh a bright-red. The loud flesh-slapping sounds filled the man's ears, and he seemed pleased.
"Ohhh!" groaned Mary Beth, frowning in disgust. "That big cock of yours is more disgusting than the ping-pong paddle. You should be ashamed of yourself."
Mr. Cross was used to giving orders and seeing that those orders were carried out. He certainly wasn't used to being sassed by a teenaged girl. Wishing to teach her a lesson, the white-haired man forced her mouth open with one hand, and, with the other, forced his cock deep down her throat. Mary Beth gagged as the man's laughter filled her ears.
"Shiiyyiit!" moaned Mr. Cross as his nuts came to rest against her stretched lips. "Now suck my prick, bitch!"
Mary Beth thought the man's cock was the most awful thing she had ever tasted in her life. She almost got sick in the stomach when a few drops of jizz trickled down her throat. But the cock was in her mouth to stay, so she was forced to suck on it.
Her red lips explored every inch of the cock shaft as it glided in and out of her mouth. She tasted every bump and every vein, and she tortured every nerve. Mr. Cross had to dig his heels into the floor just to hold himself steady.
"Ahhh!" cried the man as he sank his nails into the girl's plump hips. "Your lips are beginning to burn, you cock-sucker!"
Mr. Cross, his cock hot and wet and well buried, forgot about the girl's mouth for a second. He suddenly became interested in her young pussy, which was quivering right in front of his nose. Without really thinking about it, he lowered his head between her wide-spread thighs and sealed his lips around her tender pussy.
"Mmmm!" mumbled Mary Beth as she struggled to keep from choking to death. The sudden pressure of the man's mouth made her pussy tingle.
Mr. Cross, still moving his ass back and forth, began to explore the girl's yummy cunt. With his lips, he massaged her soft cunt lips, his actions making the blood flow faster through her pussy veins. He sucked and slurped and chewed on the velvety cunt lips until they began to swell rapidly.
Mary Beth shivered all over as the man's lips made her pussy burn. She yanked her legs uncontrollably, and twitched her cunt muscles, not used to having anything so hot as the man's mouth pressing against her pussy membranes. But even as the fire in her cunt raged, she still had to contend with the cock in her mouth.
Mr. Cross repeatedly slammed his prick in and out of the girl's mouth while he slurped on her open pussy. He intended to burn her at both ends and in no time at all, he was achieving his goal.
His cock shaft scraped against her sharp teeth and her soft lips, disappearing completely before coming into view again. It was now loaded with spit, and each thrust made the girl's face a little wetter.
Mr. Cross suddenly realized that he could do some wicked things to the girl's pussy since she was completely helpless. Without hesitating another second, he grabbed her tender pussy meat between his teeth and started stretching it outward, as if it were chewing gum. The cuntal membranes stretched a long way, and the girl began thrashing against the robes binding her.
The white-haired man kept pulling her taffy-like pussy meat, at the same time grinding his teeth into it. A stifled scream escaped Mary Beth's stuffed mouth, and she began twisting and jerking very hard. But the man refused to stop. He kept pulling and pulling on the girl's tender pussy meat until Mary Beth bit down on his cock shaft and returned the fire.
"Aaiieeee!" screamed Mr. Cross as he threw back his head in pain. His lips dripped with spit and pussy juice, but there was anger in his eyes. "Oh, you bitch! You weren't supposed to bite my cock! You were supposed to suck on it. Now I'm really going to have to teach you a lesson."
Mr. Cross stepped back from the girl and retrieved the ping-pong paddle from where he had dropped it on the floor earlier. When he stepped up to her again, Mary Beth was sure that she was going to be spanked. But Mr. Cross had something else in mind.
"I think it's time you lost your cherry," he told her as he took hold of the paddle by its flat end and pushed the handle down into her pussy. "I'm going to fuck you with this."
Mary Beth was glad that her mouth was free of the man's cock, but she realized that her suffering wasn't over yet. If he carried out his promise-and there was every indication that he would-her pussy would probably never be the same again. Not only would her cherry be ripped away, but so would her guts.
But Mr. Cross didn't care what the girl was saying or thinking. After all, she was well tied. He just kept pushing the handle of the paddle down into her cunt hole, the handle's thickness parting the delicate cunt lips and stretching the cunt hole wide.
"Ahhh!" cried Mary Beth, shaking her head furiously. "No! You'll kill me for sure! I'll bleed to death! Ohhh!"
The man kept pushing the handle deeper, and he soon tore into her virginal membranes and ripped them apart. Mary Beth screamed in agony, her body twisted every which way, but she couldn't dislodge the wooden handle from her pussy hole.
Mr. Cross smiled when he saw the thin trickle of blood ooze out of the girl's cunt hole. The sight gave him a sense of victory. But he wasn't finished yet. He pushed the handle all the way into the girl's pussy and tore away the last of her cherry.
"Aagh!" cried Mary Beth, tears flowing from her eyes. "You hurt me, you bastard! My pussy is bleeding!" She could feel the blood running down her belly. She was no longer a virgin!
With the wooden handle buried up to the hilt, Mr. Cross began to twist it this way and that. He jolted the girl's sensitive cuntal membranes, and he rocked her aching clit. Mary Beth winced and howled as her pussy was stretched to painful limits.
As the handle moved this way and that, deep within the girl's pussy tube, the edge of the flat surface scraped against the girl's hairy cunt lips and jarred the hell out of her nerves. This was more torture than she had ever experienced before, and her mind reeled in blissful agony.
"Ungh!" she grunted, squishing sounds now filling her ears. "Please stop! My pussy can't take anymore!"
Mr. Cross did stop twisting and turning the handle, but only to start plunging it in and out of the pussy hole. This new tactic really made the girl cry out, and soon creamy bubbles of froth were forming on the ping-pong paddle handle. The gangster loved it.
With rapid strokes, he slammed the handle deep, withdrew it, then slammed it deep again. Lewd suction noises escaped her red pussy as her pussy muscles clung to the pistonlike handle. She knew that if this torture lasted much longer, her pussy walls would be devastated.
But Mr. Cross behaved as if he wanted the torture to last forever. Ignoring the girl's cries and groans, he continued to slam the handle in and out of her cunt, aware that her pussy was growing wetter and wetter. He listened to the squishing sounds as he speared first the right side of her pussy then the left side.
The girl's clit was now fat and red and throbbing wildly. The blissful pangs were shooting through her cunt and making her crazy. She clamped her cunt muscles around the thick handle and gripped it tight.
Not minding this at all, Mr. Cross increased the force of his thrusts. He pummeled the girl's young cunt hole and caused the blood to gush through her pussy veins. As her squeals and shouts grew louder, he became so excited that he took hold of his dick and started slapping her in the face with it.
"Ahhh!" cried Mary Beth, frowning in disgust. "You beast! Why don't you just kill me and get it over with?"
The ropes were cutting into her ankles and the blood was rushing to her head. She had to snort again and again to rid herself of the hated cock aroma. Who was it who had said that this camping trip would be fun?
Mr. Cross was breathing rapidly as he slammed the handle in and out of the girl with one hand and slapped his prick all over her face with his other hand. He could hear her delirious squeals and he knew that she was on fire.
"Ahh!" she screamed, shaking her head. "I feel crazy all over! Something is happening to me! Ohhh!"
The man laughed and began to deliberately scrape the handle against the girl's swollen clit. Mary Beth jerked frantically, rolling her eyes back in their sockets, and biting down on her lower lip. Then her body was suddenly seized by orgasmic spasms.
"Ohhh!" she howled, her voice shaky. "I'm coming! Eeee!"
As her body jerked and bucked out of control, her pussy suddenly filled with sticky pussy juice, which coated the still-plunging handle and began to ooze out of her cunt hole. Mr. Cross marveled at the sight of her oozing, red, swollen pussy. Then he withdrew the handle, reached down to her face, and wiped it dry against her lips. She groaned, shutting her eyes. Her body was still quivering as she tasted her own fuck juices.
"Oh, bitch!" shouted Mr. Cross, in a crazed voice. "I'm on fire! I'm on fire, bitch! I need relief!"
The man then began to slam his cock against her cheeks as hard as he could. He also hit her in the mouth and the forehead and the nose. Then he reached a little higher and slammed his cock shaft into her big titties, the brutal blows knocking her tits up and down and from side to side.
"I'm burning! Oh, shit!" And he started beating his cock with his hand, right in front of the girl's upside down face.
Mary Beth, now frightened again, watched the big purple cock slide in and out of the man's fist. The cock was moving so fast she could hardly keep up with it. Even the man's hand was a blur. But she knew he was awfully excited and very close to an orgasm.
Suddenly the big cock erupted before her eyes. Thick wads of cum exploded against her face, covering her cheeks and eyes and nose and mouth. There seemed to be gallons of the creamy jizz, and Mr. Cross seemed to be determined to give her all of it.
"Ahhh!" he screamed, his head thrown back, his face twisted. "You bitch! You fucking, cock-sucking bitch! Eat my cum!"
He coated the girl's face with his white jizz. Then his hips began to buck uncontrollably, and some of the cum landed on her titties. She groaned and frowned in disgust as she felt the man's cum trickling down her smooth flesh. It was enough to make her wish she were dead.